Hey dudes! I know, it's unbelievable that I wrote a new chapter so fast! It's just that I was in the car for 26 hours this weekend so I had so time to kill. Hopefully I will find time to type up the next chapter soon! Thank you to my new reviewer: vixen519, and my faithful ones: Mrs.Poynter and Mrs.Judd and Giver-of-Hope! Hope you like this chapter! Feel free to give me constructive criticism


Birds chirped and monkeys chattered noisily in the trees above. Everything around her was full of life but Ginny was full of

dread. She worked her way through the wild brush and suddenly began to hear running water.

"Finally!" she said exasperated. Her walk broke into a jog and she soon found a large river. The water was clear and blue

with schools of fish. The current was fast and Ginny noticed that there was no chance of getting across.

"I might make it if I use magic," she said to herself. Scanning the bank she found an old fallen branch. "Wingardium

Leviosa." The branch began to float in mid air and Ginny used her wand to guide it over to the raging river. "Engorgio

prima" The branch grew six times its regular size and dropped into the water. "Wow, that was definitely harder to move than

those feathers we used in charms class." Ginny wiped her brow with the back of her hand and cautiously made her way

across the log which had been wedged between rocks when it fell. Halfway over the log, Ginny heard strange noises. It

sounded like men talking… but not Ron… or Harry.

"Huh," she said. "That's weird." Ginny swiftly jumped the last extent of the make-shift bridge and kneeled behind the

bushes on the bank.

"Yeah, that's definitely not Ron or Harry," she muttered to herself. There were two men walking through the forest. The

first, Ginny guessed to be the higher ranking for he was not carrying a large burlap bag like the second was. Both men were

stocky with long brown hair. They were wearing dark clothing that matched their deeply tanned skin. Suddenly, the burlap

bag moved. Ginny's eyes widened. There was something in the bag, but what?

"Strange," she thought. "If I just follow them, they might lead me to food. And then, maybe, I might find out what's

in that bag." Ginny waited until the two men were at least 25 paces ahead before leaving her hiding spot. Stealthily, she kept

on their trail, getting deeper and deeper into the forest.


"Ginny, he cannot find out! That'll be the end of Harry! C'mon Hermione! Help me here!" Ron yelled

passionately. Hermione stared at Ginny, seated on a mossy rock, tears freely streaming down her face.

"I dunno," Hermione said.

Hermione awoke with a jerk. Her mind had done it again. She had begun to have odd dreams starting a couple weeks

back. She had been telling herself that it was stress, but the dream had seemed so real this time. Her head ached and her

body felt numb. Everything was dark and she kept banging against something hard. She felt the rough fabric surrounding her

and reality hit.

"I'm in a bag!" she thought to herself. She struggled to release herself and dug her hand into her pocket only to find that

her wand had been taken.

"HELP!" she yelled.

"Ahh," she heard someone say. "The little darling has woken up! We cannot let her disturb the wildlife now can we Sabi?"

The man dropped the bag and Hermione felt a hand grasp her neck and she once again fell into total blackness. "Sweet

dreams my pet," the man snickered.


Harry and Ron stood in awe at the sight before them. Harry had seen a creature feast on unicorn only once before, that

being none other than Voldemort. These dragons were dark creatures and the idea made Harry more curious about why they

were interested only in the girls and not him, or Ron.

"Do you think that they will go home soon?" Ron asked after ten minutes of waiting.

"I'm still trying to figure out how we are going to follow them." Harry replied.

"Wait," Ron said quickly, "What are they doing?" Harry looked up and saw that the two dragons had settled down on the

leaf-covered floor. Each was curled up with their tail over their nose.

"Hey Ron, do you think they'll sleep for awhile?" Harry asked quietly.

"I dunno," Ron replied. "Too, bad that Hermione isn't here, she'd know. She does do all that extra reading…"

"Well, I hope so because I think I got a plan." Harry whispered slyly. "C'mon, let's go get our brooms." With that he

jumped into the brush, leaving behind a very confused Ronald Weasley.


Well, that's it! I know, it is kinda short but I wanted to leave you hanging…heehee. R&R!