"Narcissa." Lucius said coldly from the doorway. Narcissa turned from her dressing table. Her eyes were puffy from crying, and her face, tear-soaked.

"What?" she asked, dabbing her face with a tissue. Lucius moved swiftly across the room , till he was directly in front of her. He tilted her head up with his forefinger.

"How could you have lost her!" he yelled.

Narcissa bit her quivering lip. "I-I don't know-"

"She was going to shift the balance of power! She was going to break Potter!"

Lucius paced Narcissa's quarters angrily.

"I'm sorry!" she cried, "I did everything I could to keep her safe!"

Lucius studied one of the many portraits with faux interest.

"Our son? He was our double agent. How could he let this happen?"

"They - they didn't tell you?" Narcissa stammered.

"Tell me what?" he hissed, his back still turned to her.

"He... betrayed us." she whispered.

"AGAIN!" Lucius roared, swinging back towards her. Narcissa shrank back against the wall. Lucius ignored her and strode to the door in all but two steps.

"What will you do?" she called meekly.

"What it takes." he answered.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Fred and George entered the Hospital room, closely followed by Bill.

"So, little bro, what was so important that you had to get us out of our beds in the middle night for?"

Ron jumped up from the bed he was sitting on with Hermione.

"Hermione?" Fred exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, "Been a while."

"It has." Hermione agreed, standing up.

Curtains had been drawn around the bed at the far end, and cries could be heard from behind them.

"You can't keep me here!" a woman yelled.

Before George could even ask what was going on, a flurry of red streaked past them, followed by a flurry of black.

"What the hell...?" Bill muttered, as he was shoved out of the way.

Harry chased Ginny out of the Hospital Wing, and down the hallway.

"Ginny!" he yelled, "Stop!"

The years of Quidditch practice hadn't been lost on Harry, and he easily caught up with Ginny, even though she had had a head start. He grabbed her round the legs, and they both went down in a heap on the floor. Ginny struggled under him 'til she was on her back, nose to nose with Harry.

"Why are you keeping me here?" she asked, between gasps of breath.

"Because you belong here, you just don't remember that yet."

Ginny stared at him hard. The man of her dreams... Quite literally.

"You really believe it, don't you? That I'm this girl you knew?"

"I know it, I know you're her." he said quietly, moving his hand up to touch her face.

Ginny flinched involuntarily, but didn't try to stop him. His hands felt rough and familiar against her smooth, flawless skin. She looked into his vibrant green eyes.

"How can this be true? How can I have a whole other life that I don't remember? This -"

Her words were swept away by the thundering of footsteps and voices. Harry sat up slowly, and pulled her with him. Ginny's four brothers, and Hermione stood before them. Fred, George and Bill all had looks of abject shock on their faces. Ginny jumped up quickly, smoothing her hospital gown down.

Her brothers stood, staring open-mouthed at her.

"What... What...?" Bill stammered.

Ron jumped in front of him, "Let me explain."

Fred shook his head in disbelief, "No way, how could we not have known, it's mental."

Ron smiled, "It is. Doesn't stop it from being true though."

Fred shook his head again, and looked to his brothers. "Well boys, I guess we have some catching up to do."

Ginny and Harry sat on her hospital bed, "How do you feel?" he asked her.

"About what?"

"Everything."

"I don't know..." Ginny rubbed her face with her hands, "It's all so confusing. I mean, I've got these vague memories of parents who died and attending Durmstrang, but then I'm here, and this seems more real than anything I've ever experienced. But, on the other hand, Narcissa told me that my condition might make me hallucinate and that I had long term memory problems. I don't know," she repeated.

Harry reached out and took her hand gently, "This is real, you can believe me. Do you believe me?"

Ginny looked down at their clasped hands, "Yes," she looked up, "I do."

Harry grinned. "Good."

The Weasley's and Hermione came over to them, and their tenuous link was broken. Ginny pulled back, and put her hands in her lap. Molly and Arthur were back from talking with Professor Mcgonagall.

"Minerva says that - that there have been attacks in the last hour."

"What!" Harry jumped up, "Where, who?"

Molly sighed, "Ottery St Catchpole. It was... muggles who were attacked. By suspected Death Eaters."

"Oh Merlin," Hermione muttered. "They're looking for us."

"For me." Ginny intoned.

Harry squeezed her shoulder, "It's not your fault."

"Really? Seems like it is." Ginny ran a hand through her bright red hair. "I caused this."

"No. Harry is right," Ron said, glancing at Harry. "This is not your fault. They did this to you, they took you from us, brainwashed you. You can't take responsibility for the actions of other people. Especially people like them."

Hermione looked at Ron, with something like admiration in her eyes. for a moment, it seemed like she was going to say something, but she didn't. The doors banged open at the other end of the hospital wing, and the nine of them looked around. A nervous wizard in sensible grey robes shuffled in, followed by a man in long red robes that matched his hair.

"I was told I was needed. Please make it quick, there is a situation forming at the ministry." his smug voice carried across the room, and everyone blinked at him.

"Isn't that the Minister?" Ginny whispered, leaning over to Harry.

"Yes," he replied, "And, he's also your brother."

Percy strode over to the group as Ginny slid off the bed and stood up.

"Do I have to ask again..."

He stopped in his tracks, "What is this? Is this some kind of joke?" he turned his glare to Ron.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Talking to my sister, Mr Minister." Ron answered bitterly.

"Percy..." Molly said quietly.

"It's Percival, mother."

"Hey, don't be rude to mum." Fred said, stepping in front of Percy.

The tension was palpable in the room, all eyes on Percy. Ginny coughed, drawing attention to herself. She pushed past her brothers.

"It is me, Percy." she said.

Percy regarded her, "How...?"

"It's a long story." she replied, smiling slightly.