A/N: Did you like the last one? Hope you did. I'm afraid that these nice 'everyday' updates are going to end soon. School starts back up on Monday and I'm rather scared to see my grades on the tests we took. Not. Well…I dunno…the only ones I'm sure about are H.S.E I know I have a 100 on that….it was really easy, plus she told me I did. The same goes for Phys. Science. English was like a kindergarten test. Spanish was quite enjoyable. I got a huge kick out of hearing Lee come out with new swear words every time he came across something he'd forgotten. Algebra…that's one you can never be sure about. Whenever you think you did great it turns out you failed. And then there's Wellness. I have gym this semester. Yay. I did great on everything but the stupid push ups. I hate those. Listen at me, I sound like Hermione Granger. Then again, I am like her. It's really scary actually. My sister was reading HP and looked up at me and said 'Kat, you're this girl!'. And so I am. Right down to the bushy brown hair (Not anymore thanks to the wonderful thing called a straightening iron) and friends that 'hate' me because I pass. But listen to me, I'm rambling again and taking away from writing time. So, without further ado, here is Chapter 8.

Disclaimer: Due to my lengthy A/N I will only say that don't sue it's not mine.

Ginny278: I'm so glad to have such an enthusiastic reviewer.

Shout: Yep that's our guilt ridden Harry. Haha.

Chapter 8

Searching For the Truth

"Harry! Harry, open the door! Harry, come on it's freezing out here!" Hermione rapped on the door of Number 12 Grimmauld Place shivering in the cold.

"Come on Hermione, you can't honestly expect to wake him up with that weak little knock. I'll show you how you have to wake Harry up."

"Ron…no! The Muggles!"

Too late.

"Harry! We're coming in!" Ron bellowed and blasted the door off its hinges with his wand.

Hermione sighed and pushed Ron inside repairing the door as she followed.

"Well I got us in didn't I?" Ron said to her grumblings about 'Muggles' and 'secrecy'.

"That's not the point, Ronald." Hermione drew herself up to her full height…5'6. (A/N: I'm going from my own height 5'3 and adding a few inches in the hope that I grow by the time I'm seventeen. Only what two years? Oh but never mind. For this story Hermione is still 16 right now.)

"You're right, 'Mione. The point is to find Harry and help him. HARRY! HARRY WHERE ARE YOU?" Ron bellowed.

"Ron? Hermione?" A muffled voice floated up from the downstairs (Haha yes. Grimmauld Place has a basement for me.)

"Harry?" Hermione made her way over to the stairs with Ron following her.

"What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

"We might ask the same thing." Hermione said.

Harry was sitting on a couch surrounded by photo albums and various boxes.

"I'm just looking at some pictures."

Ron made his way over to the couch and sat down.

"Where'd you get all this stuff, mate?"

"Remus. When Sirius was sentenced he took all of his personal things and kept them."

"So this is—" Hermione began.

"Wicked, Harry! Is that your dad?" Ron interrupted pointing to a blur on a broom as he pulled out of a dive, a Snitch clasped in his hand.

"Yeah."

"Let me see." Hermione said bossily and sat down on Harry's other side of the couch. She picked up another album and started flipping through it.

"Oooh Harry look! This is you!"

"Where?" Harry leaned over to see the picture.

He was sitting on Sirius' motorbike. His mother was standing close by looking nervous. Peter was there too.

"Ceasum Appearum!" (A/N: Haha, get it? Cease to appear…yeah…lol)

Harry pointed his wand at the picture making Hermione gasp.

"What did you do!" She exclaimed.

But her question was answered as the picture reappeared minus Peter.

"Nice one, Harry." Ron said appreciatively.

"Thanks, Ron." Harry grinned.

Hermione pursed her lips disapprovingly but said nothing.

"So…Harry." Ron said slowly.

"Yes, Ron?" Harry asked.

"I uh…damn it don't make me figure out a way to bring it up. You know what I'm trying to say." Ron said, exasperated.

"Yeah," Harry's grin disappeared, "yeah I do."

"It's just that…well…" Hermione paused.

"Hermione, it is my fault. I let her get too close to me and let people see that I loved her. She never should have been beside me when we were fighting. She should've been….anywhere but there."

"Harry, this is Ginny. She may be your girlfriend, mate, but she's my sister. I know her. She'd've (yeah I don't think she'd've is a word…my country is coming out…we never should have moved from CA to TN) never just stayed behind. She loved you Harry and she fought for you." Ron said bluntly.

Harry sighed.

"But I should've done something."

"Harry James Potter, get your butt off that couch and stop moping!" Hermione stood up and Ron and Harry jumped at her commanding tone.

"What?" Harry looked quite taken aback.

"You heard me! You can't go back and make it right, and—oh no you don't. They don't have any, Harry get that look out of your eye right this minute!"

" 'Mione you're brilliant! A Time Turner!" Harry jumped up, but Hermione pushed him back down.

"No." She said firmly.

"Why not?" Harry and Ron asked in unison.

"Because, Harry, time is NOT something you need to mess with right now. Think of the situation you would take yourself back to! You are NOT going back to that. To him. What if you can't change it the same way? You nearly died, Harry. No."

Harry looked to Ron for help.

"She's right, mate. You can't go back there. Just…try and figure out what might've happened to her."

Harry jumped up again.

"I'm going to the Ministry."

He turned, and with a POP he was gone.

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"Harry?" Arthur Weasley looked up from his desk in his office.

"Hi Mr. Weasley."

"What are you doing here son? Not that I'm not glad to see you or anything, but this is very sudden."

"I need to see Lucius Malfoy, Mr. Weasley."

"What? Harry, that's…I don't see why…"

"It's Ginny. He took her; he knows what happened to her. I don't and she's not going to get any better unless we know what he did."

"But, Harry, you'd have to go to Azkaban and I just can't allow it."

"Azkaban? But the dementors…"

"Gone. They uh…'perished' in the battle. Our Unspeakables came out with a great spell that….well….not that I'm authorized to say…"

"You're the Minister."

"True. But still…not my place. But we have trained Ministry employees out there now. Anyways, Harry, this place is not the place you need to be. It's ugly Harry. Very ugly. And I'm not just talking about the décor. The prisoners there….you have no idea."

"Fine, then I'll get people to come with me…Tonks…Kingsley…Moody."

"I…." Mr. Weasley paused, "fine. Take a team with you, and you have my consent."

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A/N: Oooh what is going to happen…only I know! Well….not really seeing as how I didn't even have an idea what was going to happen in this one. I just let the ideas type themselves onto Word. Lol. Well I hope you like it and come back soon for Chapter 9! And with that being said: Cheer up sleepy Jean! (I am the Queen of Randomness…but hey what can I do? I have to share my favorite Monkees song with ya'll!)