A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating. I have been real busy with my Mum's 40th party and visitors from where I used to live. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

DISCLAIMER: Only the plot.

Chapter Five: Taken

The next few weeks passed with Harry going along well in his counselling, Cho told him he had improved a lot as his attitude was a lot brighter. As for Ginny nothing else had been said since she cracked partially that one day at breakfast. But today was the day her family and friends could finally visit her.

Hermione and Harry walked along the corridor and hugged the other Weasley's when they saw them. Molly couldn't hug Harry tight enough; it had after all been three years since she had seen him. Questions and hugs were given from all the Weasley's to Harry, with Hermione laughing as Harry struggled to answer them all.

When Ron saw Hermione, he hugged her tightly and both shared a little kiss, earning wolf whistles from Fred in his wheelchair and George.

"Fred," said Harry shaking his hand, "I'm sorry for all of this."

"You didn't make it happen," replied Fred with a smile, "You did what you had to do and so did I."

"You must all be here to see Ginny Weasley?" came a male's voice.

The large group turned around to see the man with the name 'JIM' on his robes.

"Yes," said Molly stepping forward, "How is she doing?"

"Not much progress has happened. Two weeks ago she did crack a little. I have given her a diary to write in and she does hold it in her hand looking at it, but won't write anything."

"That's because when she was eleven she had a terrible incident with a diary," spoke up Harry with an angry edge in his tone.

"Mr Potter?"

Harry nodded.

"I don't think it would be wise for you to see Ginny today. You play a role in some of her issues."

"But Ginny will want to see him," said Ron annoyed, "Ask her yourself!"

"Let's just see how she goes with her family first," replied Jim moving the conversation away from Harry and Ginny's relationship.

"What about Hermione? She is family to us," spoke up Arthur holding his arm out to Hermione who walked over with Ron, "So is Harry."

"Don't worry," said Harry, "Just tell Ginny I said hello."

Harry turned and left, walking towards the staircase. Everyone watched him leave and with a sigh all walked into the family and friends room. Sitting alone on one of the pale yellow lounges was Ginny, dressed in her standard St Mungo's robes. When she saw her mother, Ginny jumped out of her chair and engulfed her mother in a tight hug, sobbing into her shoulder.

"I hate this place!" cried Ginny pulling away; "It's cold… and nothing like home or Hogwarts."

"I know dear, but the sooner you get better, the sooner you can leave," soothed Molly running a hand down the side of Ginny's face in a mother like manner.

"But I want to go now," sobbed Ginny looking more depressed then she was when she first arrived, "He wants me to write in a diary… but I can't. It stir's up to many bad memories. You ought to know that."

"I know Ginny, but you need to tell Jim that," said her father walking over to his upset daughter.

Ginny looked around, seeing Hermione, Ron and her other brothers, even Percy, but no Harry. She did a double check around her and still didn't him.

"Where is Harry?" asked Ginny curiously, "I thought you said he was coming in your letter, Hermione."

"He was… but Jim believes seeing him wouldn't be wise," replied Hermione truthfully.

"But I want to see him, I want to know how his counselling is going."

"I told Jim you would," replied Ron with a sigh, "What is this place like?"

"I dearer version of hell. I hate it. Why can't I just see a counsellor every day but stay home?"

"This place is where you must me Ginny," said Jim walking in, "I'm sorry but for the next month, visit's can only be ten minutes long."

Everyone hugged Ginny goodbye, though they all had to pry Ginny off them. Once they were outside everyone watched as Jim forced Ginny into the hall away from them.

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"She asked about you," said Hermione as her and Harry walked around the lake back at Hogwarts, "And Ron was right, she did want to see you."

"How long was the visit?" asked Harry looking at Hermione seriously.

"Ten minutes… as we left we saw him forcefully removing Ginny into the hall. There is something not right about that guy Harry… he gave me the creeps!"

"What's his name?"

"Jim… that's all I know. But the way he is going with Ginny… it comes across as though he is trying to keep her there. I mean if someone was refusing to write in something, wouldn't you suspect there is something mental going on there?"

"Any person would."

"Well Jim seems to be oblivious to it all."

Harry sighed, "Do you want to look into it?"

Hermione nodded, "I'm scared he is making Ginny worse Harry."

Harry patted Hermione on the shoulder; over the past few weeks Hermione and Harry were turning to each other for friendship making them build a strong friendship again.

"Harry… Hermione," came a female voice.

"Oh hey Rebecca," smiled Hermione greeting the Professor who had taken over Ginny's post during her absence.

Rebecca Lismore was a slim woman with long blonde hair. She had light blue eyes and always wore the newest robes style available. To her, silk robes were the in thing.

"Hey, so how are you both today?" she asked.

Harry gave Hermione a look telling her; he wasn't in the mood to have a conversation with Rebecca, that they had other things to do.

"Oh you know, normal," replied Hermione, "Listen, Rebecca, Harry and I have to go do some important things. So I will see you at dinner."

Rebecca nodded and watched as Hermione and Harry walked briskly towards the castle murmuring to them.

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Ginny sat in her room, cross-legged on her bed. She looked at the diary and pushed it away with a shaking hand. At that moment Jim walked in with a smile.

"Hello Miss Weasley. How are you feeling?" he asked kindly.

"I can't do it," replied Ginny pointing to the diary, "I hate those things… you just have to take my word on that."

"You need to face your fear."

Ginny snapped. She stood up, grabbed the diary, turned around and threw it at Jim, "IF WRITING IN A DIARY IS SO BLOODY IMPORTANT TO YOU, DO IT YOURSELF! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE A DIARY POSSESS YOU TO DO THINGS? CREEPY ISN'T IT?"

Jim nodded, "Let it out."

"LET ME OUT! I CAN LOOK AFTER MYSELF!"

Jim reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle with blue liquid. Ginny saw the needle and shook her head in fear. Jim stepped towards her, backing her against the bed. He leant his body on hers, his breath tickling down her neck before injecting the liquid into her arm. Ginny suddenly felt drowsy. She looked at Jim half asleep and saw him smiling at her.

"Sleep well Miss Weasley," he whispered before pushing her onto the bed and kissing her goodnight on the lips.

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"Ron agrees," said Hermione that night at dinner, holding a letter in her hand, "He thinks Jim is up to something. He is going to look into it, see if he can find anything suspicious."

Harry motioned Hermione to be silent as Rebecca walked over to her seat between the two. Rebecca glanced at Harry, but smiled at Hermione warmly.

"Hello Hermione. How are you?" she asked scooping some hot chips onto her plate with chicken and bits of salad.

"Fine thanks. Handling your classes?" replied Hermione before putting some ham into her mouth to avoid talking for a bit.

"Oh, they are great. But I am having trouble understanding something Ginny wrote in her subject schedule. Maybe you can read it for me?"

Hermione nodded as she chewed.

"Great, perhaps you can come around tonight? I'm in the west wing, forth floor. You'll see my name on the door."

Harry raised his eyebrows at Hermione who looked a bit surprised. Was it her imagination or was Rebecca putting the moves on Hermione?

"Uh, okay," nodded Hermione before becoming very interested in her potatoes.

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"What do I say to her?" hissed Hermione as Harry walked her to Rebecca's office, "I have nothing against lesbians, but I… I just don't go that way! I love Ron… and I'm happy with that!"

"Tell her that then," replied Harry, amused he was giving his friend advice on girls for a change, "She can't force you to change the way you… well swing, I guess."

Hermione sighed as they stopped outside the door, "Come and get me in half an hour… say you need me for something urgent or something like that… please?"

Harry nodded and gave his friend a hug, "I'm glad we are friends again Hermione… I'm sorry for being such a jerk to you."

Hermione smiled, "It's okay."

Harry turned and left as Hermione nervously knocked on the door. It swung open instantly to a Rebecca dressed in a nightgown with silk dressing gown over it tied up loosely.

"Hey," smiled Rebecca, "Glad you could make it. Come on in."

Hermione stepped in, keeping her guard up. Rebecca led her over to the desk and picked up a folder. She signalled Hermione over, who walked over slowly and looked at the folder.

"Which part can't you read?" asked Hermione glancing up at Rebecca.

"This one here… on February 20th."

"Oh, she wants the students to do revision in all classes for an exam she has scheduled for next week. So all of this weeks lessons are revision."

Rebecca nodded, "Well that will be easy. Would you like a drink?"

"Oh, no," said Hermione standing up seeing how closed Rebecca was standing next to her, "I have school work to mark and classes to organise."

"Oh well… I guess… I'll see you tomorrow."

Hermione sighed, she did feel a little sorry for Rebecca. She did know the young blonde teacher was finding it hard to settle into Hogwarts life. Hermione looked at Rebecca, taking a step back.

"One drink won't hurt, I guess," smiled Hermione sitting down on the couch behind the desk.

Rebecca broke into a grin and walked over to a table with bottles of drink. She poured too glasses and handed one to Hermione as she sat beside her.

"Thanks," smiled Hermione, "So how old are you?"

"Twenty three. You?"

"Twenty two. So, do you like Hogwarts?"

"It is amazing. I wish I could stay here forever," sighed Rebecca before sipping her drink, "But I miss my family a lot."

"I have grown up here pretty much. As soon as the war ended I took up my teaching role. I can't imagine leaving it… but I know one day I will. When I marry or have children."

"Marry?"

Hermione nodded, "Ron Weasley… I have been in love with him longer then I can imagine."

Rebecca nodded, "But love hurts sometimes."

Hermione nodded, remembering her sixth year when Lavender came between them both, "What about you? Any one special for you?"

"Not with males… I am a lesbian."

Hermione nodded, "I figured that out. But still, anyone special?"

Rebecca shook her head no, "Not yet anyway."

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Ginny woke up feeling groggy. She looked around her blinking a few times. The room wasn't white, in fact the walls weren't even cement. The bed was softer and the blankets felt smooth, as though they had been washed a few times. Ginny sat up and looked around for a source of light. She found a candle beside the bed and a box of matches beside it. She lit the candle and saw the walls were a dark maroon and the bed a dark wood double one. Ginny stood and screamed, she was naked, completely naked! The door swung open with the arrival of Jim. Ginny dove back under the covers, yanking them up to the top of her neck.

"Where am I?" cried Ginny looking at Jim in fear, "Why am I naked?"

"Calm down my love, we have just returned from our honey moon," smiled Jim, "Remember?"

"N-no! I'm not married to you!"

"Ashlee, my love… why are you doing this?" cried Jim climbing onto the bed.

"Ashlee? J-Jim, its Ginny… Ginny Weasley."

"You used that name as a disguise my sweet Ashlee. To trick your parents that you were safe away from me."

Ginny cringed as Jim pulled the blanket away from her and kissed her soft skin on her shoulder. She pulled away with tears.

"Ashlee… don't cry."

"I'm not Ashlee! I'm Ginny!"

Ginny stood up, yanking the sheet with her. She scrambled backwards, collecting her clothes off a chair and locked herself inside the ensuite bathroom as Jim yelled out for the woman Ginny wasn't. Ginny slid down the bathroom door crying. Jim had taken her away from St Mungo's, he must of drugged her to knock her out so he could. Banging came on the door with Jim yelling out the name of some woman. Ginny cried harder and carefully pulled on her clothes.

As she stood to confront Jim the door burst open and Jim grabbed her roughly.

"No more games Ashlee!" he cried, "You are breaking my heart doing this to me!"

"I'm not Ashlee," sobbed Ginny in a pleading tone, "Let me go home, please Jim!"

"You are home! You picked out this place."

"No," broke down Ginny as he pulled her into a forceful hug, undoing the back of her robes, "NO!"

She pushed Jim away from her with all of her strength. Jim roughly pulled her back, kissing and licking her down her neck. Ginny used all her strength to try and pry him off her but; she was too weak still from the drug he'd given her. He pushed her against the wall and yanked down her robe, trailing kisses down her chest and stomach. All Ginny could do was cry, she was weak and wand less. How was she meant to stop him from violating her body and doing worse?

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"Harry, it's Ron. Ginny is missing and so is that Jim guy. St Mungo's have no idea where he has gone. Aurours are on the search but I need you and Hermione to come to the Burrow. I have stacks of stuff on this Jim guy and us three working together will make things go faster," boomed the howler Ron had sent, "Come quick."

Harry stood up from his desk, grabbed his wand and ran out of his office heading for the west wing forth floor. Hermione wanted him to get her in half an hour, that was up and he actually had a real reason to get her.

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Hermione laughed as Rebecca finished telling her a funny story from her childhood. They had quite a lot in common and probably were both a bit tipsy from the drink. Hermione glanced at her watch and sighed.

"I'd better go," sighed Hermione, "Things to do still and Sunday is my main marking and organising day."

Rebecca nodded and both women stood up. They walked to the door and as Hermione went to open it, Rebecca reached out to her stoping her. Hermione looked at her hand on her wrist and back at Rebecca, whos eyes were full of longing lust.

"Beck, I can't," said Hermione, "I love Ron."

"Do you want too?" replied Rebecca bluntly, "No one will have to know."

"Well… no."

"You hesitated."

Before Hermione could answer banging came from the door. Rebecca grabbed Hermione and pulled her forward into a quick, yet passionate kiss. She released a startled Hermione who opened the door too a urgent looking Harry.

"Hermione… we have to go. It's really urgent and I'm not lying either!" said Harry grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling her out the door as they ran from Rebecca's office, "Ginny is missing. Jim has taken her from St Mungo's and no one knows where. We have to get too the Burrow to help Ron!"

"What? The Burrow? Why?" cried Hermione in shock from the kiss to Ginny missing.

"Ron needs us to help him. Us three working together again… Hermione, think about it!"

They ran down the Entrance Hall steps and out to the waiting carriage. Both climbed in and were soon off to their first mission in nearly four years.

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As Jim cried out in pleasure and rolled off her, Ginny rolled to her side and cried silently. She felt dirty all over and wanted nothing more then to shower. But Jim slid over to her and ran his hands down her side kissing her back, shoulders and neck. Ginny cringed with every kiss and touch.

"Stop it please," whispered Ginny, "If you love me you will stop."

"Ashlee… you are normally into this," whispered Jim rolling Ginny onto her back as he straddled her running his hands over her breasts, "Why the change?"

"People change Jim," replied Ginny calmly deciding if she played along he wouldn't harm her anymore, "You have changed. You are more violent towards me."

"Because you left me, you promised you would find me once your parents left you alone! I went to work everyday and then they tell me I have a new patient… and it was you… after two years of not hearing anything."

"I'm sorry I hurt you Jim."

"Show me your sorry. Make love to me, make me scream out your name in ecstasy."

"I'm tired from before. Just let me sleep."

Jim's face became stony but he nodded climbing off Ginny and leaving the room. Ginny stood and ran too the bathroom. She turned on the shower, burning hot and scrubbed her body down wincing at the bruises around her breasts, stomach, shoulders and back. She washed her hair twice and climbed out still feeling immensely dirty.

As she entered the room wrapped in a towel a house elf was changing the sheets while a human maid brought in clean clothes.

The maid looked at Ginny strangely before stating, "You are not Ashlee Cooper."

Ginny shook her head no, "G-Ginny Weasley… Jim took me from St Mungo's… please! You have to get me out of here before he hurts me again."

The maid ran over to Ginny and sat her down on the chair in front of the bed. She signalled for the house elf to leave, which it did reluctantly.

"He must think you are Ashlee. You do look like her a lot," said the maid.

"But I'm not, why can't he see that?"

The maid sighed, "After Ashlee left him, Jim has not been the same. He clutches too tightly on the past."

"Why did Ashlee leave?"

"He became too controlling. Her parents kept urging her to leave, so did I. He would force her to have sex with him. He wouldn't let her see her friends or anything like that," sighed the maid, "I became her only friend. I got her out of here."

Ginny looked at the maid in hope, "Please help me get away from him and this place. I need to get to my family and the man I love."

"I will try. Tell me your families name and address and I will try to get a letter to them… but he has only one owl and I use it to only send money to my son once a week."

"What day is that?"

"Thursday. Can you survive here for another five days?"

Ginny shrugged, "If I play along as Ashlee he won't hurt me, will he?"

"He would never harm Ashlee in violence… only in play… sexual play."

"I know," nodded Ginny showing the bruise on her shoulder.

"Here," said the Maid handing Ginny some clean robes, "They were Ashlee's. My name is Jena by the way. I will help you Ginny."

"Thanks Jena," smiled Ginny taking the clothes, "I owe you big time."

Jena smiled and left the room allowing Ginny to dress and get some much needed sleep, only Ginny wouldn't sleep on the bed, instead she curled up on the lounge.

A/N: A twist of what? Now you know why I upped the rating to M. Review!

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