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Authors Note: Hello. I am sorry it has been so long since my last update, I was waiting for reviews. I am glad I have over ninety. It was what I was expecting. Anyway, I'm going into my first year of High School in two months! Not excited, but, oh well. I just got Kelly Clarkson's new CD so that is what I am listening to! I luv it! Ah, well. I hope you like this so far, I only have one flame, I think, and I haven't counted. I also got two new anime DVDs: Soul Hunter and Wild Arms. Wild Arms is awesome! I like it best. Well, here you are! Enough of my rambling! (Is watching That 70s Show on new laptop computer) HA! Losers! Uh... just kidding! (hides) I really don't have a laptop... uh...

BREATHE NO MORE

by KOKIRI

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Since U Been Gone

On their way to the Ice Cream Parlor, Ginny stopped dead. She crept into this shop, hoping no one would notice her. Draco just kept on walking in the direction of the Ice Cream Parlor. She looked around. It was a weapon store. She spotted a weapon in particular. A knife. She walked over to it, and looked at the way it gleamed in the sun. Moon looked at it and at her in confusion, but Ginny only smiled, and picked up the knife. Walking over to the owner, she said, "I would like to purchase this, please."

"Very well, then. An extraordinary knife," the owner said. " That would be 10 galleons, please."

Ginny paid for the knife, slipped it into her pocket, and caught up with Draco before he even knew she was missing.

"Gin, you look tired," Draco commented upon seeing Ginny panting hard.

"I'm f-fine, Drake," Ginny stated.

"All right," Draco said, eyeing her and Moon suspiciously. Did they know something he didn't?

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Mrs. Weasley looked at all of her children. They were wondering what could have happened to Ginny. She had disappeared from Azkaban! But there were Anti-Apparition wards, and you cannot do illegal magic at age eleven! What could have caused Ginny to disappear like that? And to where? There had been no traces of her as of yet, but Aurors were still looking. Mrs. Weasley shook her head. When she got back, she could be in Azkaban for life for escaping it.

"Mum?" a voice asked. She turned to see Ron. He has not talked much since Ginny disappeared, if he did talk, it was only to ask if Ginny was found.

"Yes, Ronnie?" she asked.

"Any news on Gin?" Ron asked hopefully and hesitantly, knowing the answer was no.

"I'm sorry, Ronnie, no," she replied. She gave him a quick hug and he walked off in silence. The family had been requested by Dumbledore to all go home because of the stress they were under, and Bill was being replaced for the time being so the whole family could be together. There was just one missing. Harry and Hermione had been asked to go to the Burrow as well, for a break. They were Ginny's friends and as such, deserved something. Tomorrow would be a long day without knowing if Ginny was alive or dead.

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(When Hogwarts Was New)

It had been a few weeks after Ginny had gotten Moon, and the owl and Draco hated each other more than ever. It made Ginny laugh, to think that they could both be that childish. She could never return to her world, without being sent to Azkaban, along with Draco. If they returned, she would only be putting him in danger, along with herself. She sighed. This is my entire fault, she thought miserably. If I hadn't been at the site, I would not have been put in Azkaban. Just because I was there doesn't mean anything! But some people are even dumber to NOT believe!

She was currently in her bedroom she had been in her past life. It. was... unique, she guessed. She didn't really know how to describe it. The walls were painted like the ocean on the bottom, and stars at the top. The bed was wood but had a comfortable mattress (her and Draco shared a room). There was a night table beside her bed with a lamp and a few books she had gotten in Diagon Alley. In the right corner of the room there was a table with three chairs surrounding it. There was a huge window behind that, and that was basically it. She had a few posters of famous witches and wizards, but that was it. And Moon's cage rested on the table.

She sighed and rested on her bed. She took out one of the books she had bought in Diagon Alley (in her time). 'Hogwarts: A History'. She had seen Hermione with a copy a few times, cough, a lot of times. She heard a knock a few minutes later. "Come in."

"Ginny?" It was Draco's voice. She looked up from her book. He looked worried.

"Yes?"

"Salazar said he went back to our world under disguise, and he saw posters of us on the walls," he sat beside her on the bed, taking her hand. "We're still on the run."

Ginny sighed heavily. She knew her and Drao were in danger. Even this critical danger. Though, feeling Draco's arms around her, she didn't mind it much as she thought she would.

"We can stay here for as long as we want, and then some," Draco said. "Salazar told me to tell you."

Ginny grinned. "I'm sure you two are getting along real well. 'Oh, Malfoy, hate those Mudbloods, eh?' 'Yes, what a piece of work'." She giggled.

"I do not talk like that!" Draco whined.

"Sure you don't, love," Ginny whispered, kissing him. Then, they landed on the bed...

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(Year 1992, Weasley House)

The Weasley Household was quiet. They had all been depressed about the whole Azkaban situation, and without knowing whether Ginny was alive or dead. Or...worse. There are worse possibilities than being dead. There is undead, rape, ECT. Alot more. But when Dumbledore appeared in their house that morning, with a small smile, they had a twinkle of hope.

"Headmaster?" Molly asked.

"I have found out what time period she is in," Dumbledore replied. "Salazar Slytherin came to my office the other day."

"You're kidding, right? Salazar's dead!" Ron exclaimed.

"Not in other dimensions, Mr Weasley," Dumbledore replied. "Ginny Weasley is in fact Gailie Salazar Rowena Slytherin, that is who she was in her past life. She had been killed by a dark wizard. She had been tortured. Her body was never found. When Ginny told me the time period she wished to go to, after having a talk with her parents, she woke up unconscious on a deserted street. I am thinking that is where her body was the whole time she was 'dead'."

"Headmaster, how long was she dead for in that world?" Hermione asked.

"I am not quite sure, but it must be centuries," Dumbledore replied. "But Salazar told me that they were safe and sound in his mansion in their time."

"They? Who's with Ginny?" Arthur asked.

"Draco Malfoy," Dumbledore replied.

"Are you sure that it is safe to have a Malfoy around Ginny?" Hermione asked. "You know how they are."

"Yes, but Draco is not like that, Ms Granger, in fact you should know that. After that little 'fiasco', or 'episode' as I like to call it," Dumbledore replied.

Hermione blushed. The Weasleys other than Bill, Ron and Harry looked at Hermione and Dumbledore confused. The three of them, Bill, Ron and Harry, were smirking. Hermione still blushed a deep crimson. Why was she blushing? It had nothing to do with her!

"What would this be about, Hermione?" Molly asked.

"U-U-Uh… a few days ago, in the Great Hall, at, breakfast, I think, Ginny kissed Malfoy," Hermione replied.

Everyone who did not know about that, his or her eyes widened. Hermione was no longer blushing, but starting to smirk. Harry, Ron and Bill, had gone into fits of laughter. Fred and George had been there too, but they had forgotten about that kiss.

"What?" The twins asked. "I don't remember that ever happening."

"You two are too dumb enough to even know what's going on now," Ron smirked.

"Ooh, ouch, Ronnie, that hurt," the twins said at the same time, holding their heart for fake acting. "Really, we don't remember."

"Ahh, well."

"So, they are in a relationship?" Molly asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, they are in a deep relationship," Dumbledore replied. "Salazar told me that they are becoming more intimate with each other, physically and mentally. They are sharing a room together, because Salazar feels it is best. He also said that Ginny had bought an owl to contact us, and she may be coming to visit us under the Polyjuice Potion's effects."

"Really?" They all said, excited.

"She should be here Saturday, which if I am not mistaken, is tomorrow."

Suddenly, a white owl, kind of like Hedwig but not exactly, flew in, carrying a letter. She landed by Ron and stuck out a letter to him. He took it, and the owl suddenly vanished.

"I believe that was Moon, Ginny's owl," Dumbledore said. "This owl is not from her time. She used it to contact you."

Ron opened the letter, and scanned through it, to make sure not to read anything personal out loud. He began to read.

"Dear Ron, Harry, Hermione, and family,

Draco and myself are doing fine. Mum and dad in this world are awesome. We have a totally huge room, with a large king sized bed. Our room is like, for royalty. Well, that would be obvious, considering who they are. Did you know Godric has a wife and two kids? They call me auntie, for some reason! Also, the owl that delivered my letter to you all is named Moon, she is very nice, and hates Draco's guts ever since they first met. She keeps on pecking him on the head whenever he gets too close to me, if you know what I mean (I bought her in Diagon Alley a week ago. The old days are awesome!).

About Azkaban, dad goes under the Polyjuice Potion to your time, working as an Auror to try and get my case closed and my name cleared, as well as Draco's. We have a few things that are too personal to say on paper, that have to be told face-to-face, hopefully Saturday when I see you next. I can't wait. Even though here is awesome, I still feel like there is a whole in my heart where it was once full of life.

There is no bloody orphanage, either. I love not going back there after classes, or for dinner, doing chores there. All I got for dinner there was a few scraps of bread and water, and a little beating if I was lucky. I was the prime target for beatings there. God, I hate that place. Draco says I don't have to go back there now that I am in the Magical Community. God, I hope he is right. (I love him so much, I don't know what I would do if we were ever separated. I'd die.)

Enough of dramatics, I have loads to tell you in person besides personal stuff that is too... obvious to eyes to tell. I meant that if this letter gets in the wrong hands, someone could possibly find Draco and I. I would be sent back the orphanage and Draco to Azkaban. I can't stand it in either place. I'd rather the orphanage than that place.

Well, I hope to see you soon. I'm missing you lots. 'Specially Ron and the twins. Hope you guys are up to mischief. Herm, stop studying and enjoy the fresh air for a while. Harry, I know what you're going through (we have some similiarties with our situation), let me know if there is anything I can do to help you out. You can count on me to keep secrets. ;) Unlike the twins.

Love you guys lots,

Hope you see you soon,

Ginny — OW! Draco! All right! Stop stealing the quill! Ginny AND Draco!"

Everyone looked at Harry, who was looking at anything but everyone. "Harry, what is she talking about?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Harry whispered, turning to go upstairs, but Hermione caught his arm. She looked at him with concern. "Harry, please tell us. We can help."

Harry hesitated, and sighed. "My Uncle…raped me. All right, I said it! Leave me alone, okay? I'm a filthy little whore, all right! Just leave me alone! I need to go for a walk," he said in one breath. Jerking his arm out from Hermione's grasp, he walked out of the house, his broom in his hands.

Everyone stood silent, watching as Harry left the house. They watched as he mounted his broom, and flew into the sky. Where would he be going? Only he himself would know.

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(When Hogwarts Was New, Medieval Times)

Ginny Weasley-Gailie Slytherin woke up two hours later still in Draco's protective arms. It seemed Moon had not yet returned. She must be still in my time, she thought. I hope nothing happened.

A knock at the door was heard. "Gailie, you have guests. Come downstairs, please." It was Rowena.

"Yes, mother," she looked at Draco. He was still sleeping. She slipped out of his protective hold, quietly as to not wake him, and closed the door to the room quietly.

When she got downstairs, she could hardly believe her eyes. "Dumbledore!" she cried.

"Hello, Ms Weasley, I hope you are having a good time?" Dumbledore asked.

Ginny nodded. "Though, it is nice to see familiar faces every once in a while. I do wish you or someone would come more often, headmaster."

"Ahh, yes, well, we did not know you were here until only a few days ago. The teachers and I have been working on what time period you may have been in, and then all the clues with your locket just clicked. You had to be here. It was that obvious. And where is Mr Malfoy?"Dumbledore asked.

"He's sleeping," Ginny said. "I did not wish to disturb him."

"Well, I will come by later and tell this to him,"Dumbledore said. "You are on the run, that you know. We do not know how your cases will be closed, nor your names cleared. We do not even know why Draco was forced in. Do you?"

"They said something about him being as bad as me, that was it," Ginny replied.

Dumbledore sighed. "This will be more difficult than I thought."

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(Year 1992, Unknown)

Harry flew his broom in the sky, loving the feeling of the wind. Why had Ginny told his secret? Nobody was supposed to know! Now the whole Weasley family, Hermione, even the headmaster knew about his little problem! It wasn't that much of a deal, now, was it? He was just brutally raped by his Uncle, who told Harry himself that he would kill anyone he told. Now those people were in danger. Because of him. He had to get away from there.

He did not know where he was going. All he concentrated on was getting away. A few hours had passed, and Harry was feeling tired. His eyelids were falling, he could not keep them open. He spotted a small cottage in another part of the woods. He stopped his broom, but after he knocked on the door, he didn't see who it was, for he had fallen asleep.

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(Year 1992, Weasley House)

It was 7:00pm, three hours since Harry had left. Everyone was worried sick. Was Harry that worried about everyone finding out his big secret? A lot of people were raped, and over 50 percent got help, but Harry was different. He wanted to deal with his emotional problems on his own, and that was difficult for some.

Out of them all, Ron and Hermione were worried the most. Was he hurt? Lost? Or worse, possibly? They kept looking out at the window, hoping for a glimpse of Hedwig or Harry, either one. Or a sign that would tell them that Harry was alive and well, and safe.

Nothing came. After another hour of waiting, Ron went outside and came back with his broom. Hermione looked at him curiously. "Ron? What are you planning on doing with that?"

"Going to find Harry," Ron said.

"No, you can't!"Hermione yelled, grabbing his arms. "You might get into trouble! Please, don't!"

"I have to Hermione,"Ron said. Now they were outside, and Ron was mounting his broom. "I made a promise to always protect Gin. I failed that. Now, I have to protect the next closest thing. Harry. Goodbye!" and Ron was gone.

Hermione stared, still stunned that Ron had even pulled off such a silly stunt. But after it sunk in, she burst out crying. She ran inside and up to her room, fully aware of the sets of eyes following her all the way. She didn't care. She didn't want pity.

She wanted Ron. Home and safe. With Harry and Ginny. Maybe even Draco, too. They could be a happy little family, living in the woods at the Burrow. She couldn't possibly return home after what happened.

No. She was to stay at the Burrow until everything was back to normal.

She took out a piece of parchment and a quill and began writing.

"Dear Ginny,

Since you've been gone, nothing has been the same. When Ron read your letter out loud, Harry ran off and flew into the sky; we don't know where he is! It's been hours. Ron flew off after him, and I'm worried sick. I wish things would go to normal again.

Please, Ginny, I hope you come back soon. We all miss you. Nothing has been the same since you've been gone.

Hermione"

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