Chapter 4

"Positive, my Lord," spoke the Healer for the Dark side.

Ginny lay in the infirmary feeling a tad uncomfortable. Why wouldn't she feel uncomfortable though? She was lying spread-eagled, legs wide open in front of Lord Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange, and Azkaban escapee Lucius Malfoy. But that's beside the point.

Ginny was absolutely speechless as her suspicion was confirmed.

"You're sure it's positive?" asked the Dark Lord.

"The spell is 99.9 flawless, my Lord," spoke the Healer.

"When can I learn who the father is?"

"Not until a few months, well into the second trimester, my Lord."

"Very well. Bella, Lucius, take Ms. Weasley back to the dungeons. I want her in one of the more spacious cells. For all we know this child could be mine," said Voldemort with a cruel smile. And with that he apparated.

"Alright, come on, bitch," said Bella as she practically flung Ginny off the comfortable bed and onto the floor. Next thing Ginny knew she was being dragged to the last place she wanted to be.

They stopped when they reached the cell at the end of the hall. After being thrown in, she looked around her. Ginny realized that what Voldemort meant by "spacious" was a few feet more room, a table with a few old books, some parchment and ink, and an actual blanket on the bed.

Yeah real spacious, thought Ginny as she pulled herself off the floor and onto the bed. In the silence she could finally digest what she'd just heard in the infirmary. She was pregnant and there was nothing she could do about it. Then she realized Voldemort was right and the child could be his. It took her a while before she finally realized what that meant, that she could be carrying the next Dark Lord. The very thought made her sick.

Oh, if only you were here, Harry. You'd make everything better, she thought before she drifted off into another tormenting sleep.

12 Grimmauld Place

"Harry, can I come in?" rang Hermione's voice from behind the door.

"Sure," Harry answered as he lay on the bed. There was definitely something wrong with the "Chosen One". He was paler, thinner, and his face appeared gaunt. Harry hadn't left the room for over two weeks, not since he learned about Ginny's disappearance. He'd hardly eaten any of the food that'd been taken up to him. Most people would say the Boy-Who-Lived had lost the will to live.

"Harry, you have to come down sometime. You can't just stay here and mourn the rest of your life," spoke Hermione softly.

"Why not?" said Harry lazily as he remained staring at the ceiling.

"You have to help us destroy Horcruxes, Harry. We need to destroy Voldemort!"

"Why bother? Let Voldemort win, I don't care anymore." Harry spoke in a very emotionless tone.

"You don't care anymore? That's not the Harry I know! The Harry I know would go after Voldemort, not lay here and wait for him to take over!" Hermione spoke, obviously frustrated with Harry's present actions or more likely, lack of them.

"That Harry's gone, Hermione."

"Harry, please! I think found another Horcrux! We need your help, Harry! We can't destroy it without you!"

"Well you're going to have to," Harry said blandly.

"You know this is exactly what Voldemort wants, Harry. He wants you to lose all hope, to just give up!"

"I should have given up along time ago! That way Sirius, Dumbledore, and now Ginny would still be here!" Harry shouted, losing his temper for the first time in months.

"More people would be dead, Harry! Voldemort would have taken over a long time ago! The Wizarding World would be in ruin!" Hermione screamed frantically. Harry just remained silent as he continued to keep his eyes on the ceiling.

"Harry, please! We don't even know if Ginny is dead. She may still be alive!"

"It's been over a month, Hermione. How can she still be alive?" Tears started to form in his eyes.

"I don't know, Harry. I just have a feeling. Please trust me. I swear if you come with us to help destroy the Horcrux, we'll try to find Ginny. Ok?"

Harry stared at the ceiling, thinking, until he finally answered.

"Alright."

AN wow what's it been like 3 months! i'm reallly sry bout that way too much has happened my parnets get a divorce and make it official, baseball begins, i've been working on a play for the last month and a half, and school on top of it. well this was going to be 2 sepate chapters but they both ended up really short so i combined them and it's still on the short side but oh well at least i didn't abandon it and i swear to update sooner next time R&R (but i understand if you don't want to but i might just cry if you don't :'(

Your really distressed writer,

Mrs. C. N. Riddle