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Draco leaned his head against his window.
His thoughts were swirling now, colliding over and over again, but always coming back to one conclusion.
Ginny's alive. We're going to find her.
When they had awoken, Blaise, Soleil and Hermione had been quiet as Draco and Harry explained about the events that had led them to this conclusion.
"So you want us to try again?" Soleil was picking at her nails, and had not looked up once during the whole conversation.
Draco had squirmed uncomfortably as Harry had answered the question, apparently oblivious to the scathing undertone in the girl's voice.
"Well, now that we know where Desdemona is, we know that Ginny's there. And if not to save the wizarding world, then let's at least go for Ginny."
"And if she's not there?" Soleil had replied evenly. "It's been four months, Harry. What if Desdemona's killed her already, if she was even alive? Did you think of that?"
Harry stopped. Flustered, and a pink tinge began to seep into his cheeks.
"You'd have done well in Slytherin, Garneau." Draco's eyes were neutral, a dull gray, and he was staring directly at the three lying on the ground in front of him. Soleil scowled, and he ignored it.
"You're right. Maybe Ginny is dead, and we're going on a suicide mission." Harry gaped at him as if he were crazy. The other three had similar expressions on their faces.
"But maybe she isn't. We have no spies, no way of knowing. But if you all want to stay here, I have no problem with that. I'll just go myself. And if I die, then all the better. At least I'll have died doing something."
Draco stood, and grabbed his weapons from his bed. "Coming, Potter?"
Harry had his head in his hands, but he looked up. "Yeah, yeah. But when you make it sound that way…I wonder if you're sane, Malfoy."
Draco didn't bother replying. He swept out of the room, Harry following behind him. The two were silent, as they made their way down to the Quidditch locker rooms, where they picked up the Firebolts Dumbledore had allowed them to keep.
They stood on the Quidditch pitch, eyes framed against the rising sun.
"D'you think Dumbledore will be mad?" Draco said.
Harry shrugged. "I think he knew about what was going to happen. You know he didn't tell the Weasleys about Ginny, right?"
Draco swung his leg over the broom and hovered slightly. "Old fool."
"At least he's not as old as you."
Draco turned to Blaise, who was suited up and carrying his broom. Behind him came Hermione and Soleil, as well as a groggy looking Ron.
"We had to get Ron, first, so sorry we're late."
"What's going on?" Ron mumbled. "Is it time for Potions? Tell Snape to go wash the grease out of his hair, when he's done I'll come down."
"If he talked in his sleep he'd be hexed for his life." Harry observed. "Nice to have you, guys! Climb on, we'll explain to Ron along the way. We're going to Glasgow, so this might take a while."
Hermione flicked her wand at Ron. His eyes glazed over and he walked stiffly to his broom, sat on it, then promptly slumped over. She laughed. "He'll stay on it, and I'll have the broom follow us."
"Nice one." Harry smiled. "Come on, now, let's go! We're off to see the Wizard—," Hermione interrupted.
"Dark Goddess."
"We're off to see the Dark Goddess! The horrible Dark Goddess of…Glasgow!"
"You know, I think he may be high." Soleil whispered. Hermione laughed, but Draco shook his head.
"No. I was playing around with my wand while we were waiting around before we went to meet you, and I may have performed a Cheering Charm. Delayed reaction. Cool, huh?"
"Let's go! Let's go! LET'S GO!" Harry seized his Firebolt and jumped on, giggling madly. Blaise smirked.
"We need something to record this."
"Shut up and get on the broom." Draco rolled his eyes. "We'll embarrass Potter about it later. Now we have to go to Glasgow."
"And then we get Potter?"
"And then we get Potter."
"Excellent." Blaise gave an evil laugh, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes. When he looked back, it took him a moment to realize that the specks in the sky were actually his teammates.
Dumbledore closed his eyes and turned around, humming merrily. Professor McGonagall gave him a weird look as he passed by her.
"Have you seen, something, Albus?"
Dumbledore opened his eyes and pretended to look surprised. "Who, me? Minerva, I've had my eyes closed this whole time! Oh, and could you please tell any teachers inquiring about missing students that they have gone home? Thank you, Minerva."
McGonagall watched as he walked away, then shook her head. "I really wonder if he's sane sometimes."
Five Months Earlier: Glasgow, Scotland
"Fly on your broo-hoo-hoo-ooh-oohm! Carry me away! Make some roo-hoo-hoo-ooh-oohm for me, in your heart!"
"You mad, mad woman."
"I want to fly away with you! I want to soar into the clouds! I want to make this time the best! I want to scream those words out loud!"
"Honestly, I think I lost my hearing…"
Ginny rolled over, and clutched at her stomach. "Shut up…"
"Ooh, she's mean."
"Maybe Dezzie would like her, as a toy, you know?"
"Sebby, eat horse crap. You know what Dezzie would do!"
"You know what she would do if she knew we called her Dezzie, and you still don't seem bothered by that."
Ginny rubbed blearily at her eyes, and sat up. She winced at the head rush, and held her head in her hands until the world stopped moving. When she could see straight, she realized that she was in a rather well furnished room.
It looked like a parlor, with all sorts of antique furniture and odd things about. Ginny looked down and realized she was sitting on a soft, plush, white leather couch, which seemed out of place with the rest of everything.
Upon further inspection, Ginny also realized that her clothes were gone.
(Ew, you perverts! Not like that!)
In the place of her suit was a long, form-fitting black dress. She stared down a bit longer, and something caught her eye.
Funny…that color didn't seem to go with the dress…in fact, it looked like there was a big hole…the dress wasn't a dress at all!
It was a long, flowing skirt, and what seemed to be a brassiere. And hadn't she heard a male voice earlier…?
"Bloody hell!" Ginny jumped up and off the couch. The sound of laughter assaulted her ears, and she glance up.
On another white couch across from her were two people, a boy and a girl. Both had long black hair, although the girls' waist length hair was streaked with purple and the boys' with green. Both had vivid, light blue eyes, and both were wearing black turtlenecks. The boy had black slacks on while the girl had a short white skirt that flowed slightly and ended just above the knees.
The girl waved. "Hey, nice to see that you're up!" She removed something from her ears, which was white in color. Ginny could hear the remnants of what sounded like a song coming from it.
"Where am I?" She asked.
The boy spread out his arms. "Welcome to Desdemona's lair, located in Glasgow, Scotland. It's quite a nice place, actually."
Ginny wrinkled her nose. "Do you know who Desdemona is? She's an evil Dark Goddess—," But the boy interrupted her.
"Who wants to rid the world of Muggles and all associated with them. Yeah, we know, but this place still isn't that bad. And when Dezzie isn't bored, she isn't that bad either."
Ginny sensed the mocking tone behind his words, and decided to change tactics. "Well then…I'm Ginevra Weasley, but you can call me Ginny."
The girl stood and curtsied. "I'm Katherine and this is my twin, Sebastian. You can call me Kat or Katty, and you can call him Toad."
Sebastian pulled her down and she was briefly knocked off balance. "You evil little…"
Sebastian laughed. "Hey there, Ginny. I don't suppose you'd know us, but we know your father. He worked with our dad a while back, George Eidelhart?"
"The man who liked to charm the items in Muggle houses?" Ginny clapped a hand over her mouth, but Katherine laughed.
"Yeah, that's Dad. Whenever they went to fix one problem, he caused another. He changed jobs, owns a joke shop, actually."
"My brothers would love you." Ginny smiled. "Fred and George Weasley, they just opened their own shop, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes?"
Sebastian shrugged. "Can't say I've heard of it. In fact, we wouldn't know of any developments for the past two years or so."
Ginny was rooted to the ground in shock. "What?"
Katherine picked at her nails. "Yeah. Our dad was getting really close to helping the Ministry renew the law making the Dark Arts illegal. He was one of their main supporters actually. Lucius Malfoy had us kidnapped and kept us here, hoping that our dad would stop flowing money in and the Dark Arts would be made legal."
Sebastian smirked. "Dad was too good for him, though. He managed to have it so that it was our Aunt Mercy sending in the flow of money, and he tried to find us. But Lucius managed to get him on this one."
"He's dead." Ginny said. The two almost flew off their seats.
"What?" Katherine looked eagerly into Ginny's face. "Malfoy's dead? That's great!"
Sebastian flopped down next to Ginny. "I think you'd better inform us on what's happened while we've been gone."
Right, just wanted to say, from now on until I say differently, we are in Ginny's time, five months before Draco and the other's come to rescue her.