Author's Note: Sorry, it took me longer to update then I thought it would. Hope you like this! And please review. Grr, school is starting so I'll be long at updating.

It was night, and Hogwarts had finally quieted down. The ruckus had just settled down for the Gryffindor common room and the crowd of people had thinned leaving just a small amount of students scattered across the room. A few fifth years were struggling to finish their last minute potions essays for Professor Slughorn, two third years were showing promise in becoming the next Fred and George Weasley, and three seventh years were sitting dismally around a smoldering fire. The last three were, of course, the 'Golden Trio', or in other words, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley.

Ron was quite pale; a small tinge of green was the only color in his face. He was staring at one of the crimson walls, biting his thumbnail, and muttering completely random statements, a sure sign of hysteria.

Harry held a long piece of parchment in his lap. It was covered with lists, notes, and other odd bits of information. This had taken a lot of work on Harry's part, because he never planned things out, he usually just acted. But on Hermione's persistence , and the still fresh pain of his godfather, Sirius Black's, death, Harry had started planning his rescue mission.

Hermione had about ten thick books piled up next to her. She was flipping through one of them, "How I Rescued My Mother from the Clutches of You-Know-Who: a 10 Easy Step Guide. By: Timothy Woodlebrook." Hermione's face was scrunched into that of annoyance and disgust.

"Oh, this is ridiculous!" she exclaimed. "This book is a joke! The man isn't even talking about V...v... You-Know-Who, he's talking about his mother's husband! And then, there is this other book," she pointed to the book on top of the stack, "Escaping the Dark Lord. By: William Afterbroad, and all he ever talks about is Grea and Johpe Afterbroad, his parents. The only thing special about them, was that they were in the same year as Tom Riddle here at Hogwarts. How is that helpful? I haven't found anything!"

"Books don't help in these sorts of situations, Hermione!" Harry said quietly. Ron grunted in agreement. "I mean, well... I tried your way, by planning out things, but it's just not working. We need to find Ginny, and we need to find her now!" Harry continued. Hermione sighed.

"Well, we don't even know where to start." She said angrily. At that moment, the portrait hole opened. Hermione, as Head Girl, stood up angrily and said, "Who would be walking around at this time of night?"

just as Professor McGonagall walked in.

"Professor!" she whispered in surprised. The headmistress nodded her head to the three students.

"Miss Granger, by your look of surprise, I suppose you are wondering what I am doing in the Gryffindor common room?" she smiled amusedly. Hermione nodded. "Well, I once was a Gryffindor student like you, and I did later become Gryffindor Head of House, so I felt a sudden longing to return to my old home! Also," McGonagall continued, "I have a letter for Ron Weasley." With that, she handed a piece of parchment to Ron and then cast a wary eye towards the two mischievous third years, whispering excitedly about some new tunnel they had found.

"Really?" sputtered Ron. "This is great!" He smiled down at the letter in his hand.

"Let me see!" Harry grabbed the letter and began to read aloud.

Ron, Harry, Hermione,

Do not worry! Ginny is alive and well! She was taken to St. Mungo's, and we're heading there now! I believe Professor McGonagall will be able to send you over here with a Portkey. We will be waiting for you in the lobby.

Arthur Weasley

"She's ok!" Harry smiled.

"See, it's a good thing we didn't just go try to save her." Hermione sniffed. Ron rolled his eyes, all signs of hysteria gone.

"Sure, Hermione, whatever you say! Professor, can we go now?"

It had taken only a few minutes for Professor McGonagall to arrange the Portkey, a small spoon, and send them hurtling off to the lobby of St. Mungo's. After a moment of catching their breath and their balance, the three glanced around the lobby-room.

Arthur Weasley was hurrying over to them, a smile on his face.

"Hello there! Ginny is on the sixth floor. The rest of us are already up there! Well, come on!" He turned around quickly and walked towards the magical elevator.

Harry found himself standing in a small room with two beds, one large desk, three windows, and an abnormally large tiger print rug on the floor. Of the two beds, only one was occupied, and the person that occupied this bed, was of course Ginny Weasley. She was surrounded by her parents, Molly and Arthur Weasley, her two brothers, Charlie and Bill, and her recently married sister-in-law Fleur. This small group had smiles across all their faces, they laughed and looked at her with a newfound appreciation. But Ginny's face looked far from happy.

Although there were no visible signs of injury, except for a small bruise on Ginny's forehead, Harry could tell, that something was paining her.

"How are you Ginny?" he asked.

She looked at him strangely and answered softly. "I'm fine. I don't know why I'm here at the hospital, nothing is wrong with me!"

'What happened, anyway?" Ron asked.

"Nothing! I went to Hogsmeade for a day, just to get away from school and go shopping! I was near the shrieking shack when I fell down, I must have fainted or something!" She replied angrily.

"That's all that happened?" Hermione asked confusedly.

"Yes, and then I wake up and these two wizards are staring at me and they think I was captured by You-know-who or something, so they send me off here, thinking I have some serious condition or something!"

Mrs. Weasley looked at her daughter and sighed. "Well, why did you go to Hogsmeade by yourself anyway? I mean, these are dangerous times, what with You-know-who and all his Death Eaters running around killing everything."

"I told you, I wanted to take a break from school and go shopping or something! And I wasn't captured by You-know-who, so can we just return back to school now?"

"Not yet, I think Fred and George will want to see you too." Mr. Weasley answered, then continued hopefully, "and maybe even Percy."

"They won't come!" Ginny shrieked, drawing looks of surprise form the group around her.

"And why not?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Well...er...I don't know...but, I want to go back to school now!" She muttered.

"Very well," Mr. Weasley sighed. "Where did you put the Portkey, Ron? You might still be able to use it to get back to Hogwarts." Ron pulled the Portkey out of his pocket.

"Ginny are you sure you want to go back? I mean, already? Don't you want to rest a while?" Mrs. Weasley asked

"NO! I don't!" Ginny reached forward and touched the spoon Ron held in his hand. Harry and Hermione followed suit.

The family said their good-byes and watched as the four disappeared from sight.