Molly's hand shook as she pushed a strand of hair from Ginny's face. Ginny looked like a deer caught in the headlights, she was trying to pull away from them, but the effects of the spell Harry had hit her with hadn't fully worn off yet.
"We should take her to Hogwarts," Arthur seriously, "Heaven knows what they've done to her."
They all agreed that was Hogwarts was the only place they could safely go, Lucius would already have spies posted in St Mungo's. Hermione got a handful of floo powder ready.
"Come on, Ginny," Molly pleaded, "You can trust us."
"You - you aren't my family," she croaked, staring at them one at a time, "I want to go home."
Molly's eyes filled with tears, "Please, honey -"
"Mrs Weasley," Hermione interrupted, "We need to get to somewhere safer, it won't take long before they work out who took Ginny."
"We're going to have to do this now." Harry said, as he bent down and scooped Ginny up. She tried to struggle out of his grip, but Harry was to strong for her.
"Hermione, throw it in now."
Hermione threw some floo powder into the fireplace, and quickly jumped out of the way.
"Hogwarts," Harry said, and after a moment, "Professor McGonagall's office."
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He stepped in, and felt the familiar sense of spinning. Hundreds of grates rushed past him, and in no time at all, he was stumbling out at the other end. It took a couple of minutes for him to right himself, because of the extra weight of carrying Ginny. He looked around the office, there was hardly any difference to when it had been Dumbledore's.
He stepped away from the fire, and gently put Ginny into an armchair. He knelt down by it.
"Ginny, I need you to stay here. The others will be here soon."
"I -" she started, but was cut off by what sounded like a battle cry. Harry jumped back, and pulled out his wand, as a vision in tartan tore into the room.
"Put your wand down!" she yelled.
He dropped his wand, who knew what McGonagall would do without her glasses on!
"Professor, it's me!" he said, holding his hands up.
"Who - Potter?" McGonagall pulled her spectacles out of her dressing gown pocket, and slipped them on.
"What, may I ask, are you doing standing in my office in the middle of the night?"
Harry opened his mouth, when a green light briefly lit the room, and three redheads, and a bushy haired woman fell out in quick succession.
"Miss Granger? Mr Weasley? What is - ?" McGonagall's gaze fell on Ginny, huddled in a squashy armchair.
"Okay, I need someone to explain everything to me, right now."
As usual, Hermione took control in explaining the last week's events. The headmistress sat down, and said nothing throughout the explanation. It seemed like she was in shock.
"Professor?" Harry said after she had been silent for a minute or two.
She appeared to snap out of it, "Yes, Potter?"
"Uh, are you all right?"
"Of course I am." She stood up with her usual grace, and walked over to Ginny."
"Miss Weasley? How do you feel?" she said softly.
Ginny looked up sharply. "My name is Selene Dubois, I do not know who this Ginny person is." she tried her hardest to say this with conviction, but the look in her eyes revealed a world of doubt.
"I think we should take her up to hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey should take a look at her." Hermione said seriously, glancing around at the others.
"I agree." McGonagall said quietly, as she moved away from Ginny. "But, we must be careful, if she truly believes she is a Death Eater, then we don't know what she might do."
Arthur helped Ginny up, and led her out of the room.
"Ron," Harry said, before they left the room, "There's something else. Uh, Lucius Malfoy and some other Death Eaters broke out of Azkaban tonight."
Ron pinched the bridge of his nose. "Perfect... I'll contact the Ministry."
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Madam Pomfrey could not find anything physically wrong with Ginny, in fact, she was in perfect health. Her mental state, however, was somewhat more questionable.
She pulled Mr and Mrs Weasley to one side. "Molly, Arthur, I'm sorry to say this, but your daughter has been brainwashed. I have seen this sort of thing on occasion, although not to this extent. It is done with a combination of oblivation spells, and powerful potions. I'm afraid I can't say how long it will take to undo this."
"But, you can undo it?" Molly asked nervously.
"In time... Maybe. I wouldn't like to make any promises."
Molly thanked the school nurse, and went back to watching her newly found daughter. Ginny sat with her arms around her knees on the bed, refusing to eat or let anyone touch her. She kept her eyes downcast, except for when she thought no one was looking, then she would stare at each of them, as if trying to size them up. Molly felt Arthur gently take her hand.
"Come on, let's help our daughter."
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Selene didn't want to talk. She didn't want to hear that she wasn't who she thought she was. She didn't want to have these strangers clustered around, trying to get her to say something. Where was Narcissa? Why wasn't someone coming to get her? The old couple were watching her, she could feel their eyes on her. Well, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of looking back at them. There was one person who interested her. Harry Potter. He was standing with the young redheaded man, and brown-haired woman, and she couldn't help but want to watch him. His mannerisms seemed familiar to her. The way he fiddled with his glasses, and smoothed his hair down. He did that when he was nervous or worried, she knew, although she didn't know how she knew that. He was coming over to her. She quickly looked away, and pretended to be disinterested.
Harry left Ron and Hermione to try and talk to Ginny.
"So, have you owled your brother?" Hermione asked Ron.
"Yeah, Fred and George will be here soon, and Bill needs to sort some things out at home first." Ron answered distractedly.
"You do have another brother, you know."
"Do I?" Ron said, sounding vaguely angry.
"Come on, Ron. I know he hurt you, but she's still his sister." Hermione said gently.
"He didn't just hurt me, he betrayed me. He betrayed all of us, he ignored his family, and he still does. Did you know, dad's salary has been cut in half? That was his doing." Ron finished bitterly.
Hermione didn't know what to say. It was all true. She didn't know that she would be able to forgive a relative that, either.
"Anyway," Ron said, "I'm sure the Minister has better things to do with his time."