Searching For Love: Chapter Four

(I don't own any copyrights to the Harry Potter Series or anything to do with it).

I nearly drop my wand in surprise, so overcome with shock; in my mind, I see a beautiful girl with coppery-colored locks falling over her shoulders, hands clasped behind her back, and her head tilted slightly to the side: She is smiling at me. I have little time to enjoy the memory however, because the door is blasted off it's hinges and crashes before our feet…

Ginny stands in the hallway outside the door with her wand upraised and pointed at us. At least, I think it's Ginny; her hair is different, shorter, pitch black, and her clothes are something the Ginny I knew would never wear. She's sexier, darker, and meaner looking than I could ever have imagined Ginny being able to look.

"Hello boys," she purrs; her lips curve into a nasty smile, "I believe you have something I want…something I want very badly."

"Ginny?" I beg, and she turns her attention to me; cold eyes glare at me, eyes that don't recognize me. My heart sinks, "Ginny? What happened?"

"And you are?" She asks, and than pauses, pressing a finger to her lips seductively, "oh yes, your that 'Harry Potter', the one I'm supposed to kill if I come across, but really, I'm not interested in you. Just give me the baby, and I'll let you boys walk out of here alive."

"What's wrong with you?" I beg her, my heart sinking further, "can't you remember me at all?"

"Now that you think about it--?" She pretends to think for a moment, and than her nasty smile returns, "no, in fact I don't."

That's when she raises her wand again and conjures a force that throws us backwards and pins us against the wall; her strength is incredible, I couldn't see what she was doing, and I never had a chance of blocking it. The force is like steel bands around my chest, arms, and legs.

She saunters over to us, and lowers her wand. Her tight leather pants squeak, her heels click, and her tight leather vest hugs her cleavage. She raises one hand to my face, and teasingly strokes my cheek; the other hand rests on my chest. She leans her face close to mind, and I can see that not even her eyes are the same color as the Ginny I knew, and I say knew, because I know she isn't the same; Ginny would never do these things, or tailor her looks like that.

"Do you know what your problem is, Harry Potter--?" She begins, "it's relying on these friends of yours. It's going to get you killed someday. Now, I see that the baby is gone, so, be a good boy and tell me where she went?"

"No," I reply quietly, ripping my face away from her hand and glaring at her, "I'm not going to tell you a damn thing."

She pouts for a moment, and I can see that she's working up a nasty idea in her mind.

"Well—" she sighs, "if you won't tell me, than I suppose I'll have to—"

She draws the hand that was leaning against my chest backwards, and plunges it into my chest. Light explodes everywhere around me, and I feel someone tearing through my mind. For a moment, I feel safe; there is no way I could have known where the Weasleys would apparate to, so I can't give that information away. In a moment, she draws her hand back, and looks at me in irritation; it's the first time I've seen her cruel calm disrupted, and, breathing harshly, I let a tear slide down my cheek, because I know I've lost her.

She studies me for a moment, and within her eyes, I can almost see the Ginny I know trying to break free, but it's gone in another second.

"Don't cry," she replies levelly, "at least you've proved your not useful to me. This way, I won't have to waste an undue amount of time on you, or your friend."

She saunters back across the room, and turns around in the doorway again.

"Ginny!" Ron cries out, "wait! Come back!"

"Call me Jane," she replies, "bye boys!"

With a final flick of her wand, she exits the room. For a moment, nothing happens, except that we are still trapped by the invisible forces, and than, suddenly, pain rips through my body as I have never known before; its as though my insides are turning out. The old scar on my forehead sears with pain, and a thousand cuts appear on my body, blood flows freely across the floor in streams, mixing with Ron's. The invisible forces that were binding us evaporate, and we collapse to the ground. The last thing I see is Ron, laying still on the floor in a pool of blood nearby. I fall into unconsciousness.