This chapter was so hard to write. I hate people who abuse others. Grr.

But the ending is happy.

Best Christmas Ever.

Mrs. Weasley was the first up the stairs, calling Ginny's name the whole way. Charlie looked outside, while Ron and Hermione looked in the rooms upstairs. Harry went with Charlie.

"Harry, what did you do to her?"

"I didn't and wouldn't do anything. What do you think I would do to her?"

They stood there, looking right at each other.

"I……I don't think you would do anything. It's just hard to trust any one with your little sister, you know? You don't want her hurt, cause she is the only one we all got."

Harry nodded. Charlie was forgetting that Ginny was Harry's girlfriend. The only one he had. They kept looking, not giving up until they had searched everywhere. Harry had a sinking feeling that she was taken by Voldemort, but he wasn't letting his brain think that. Charlie sat down near a tree stump, his face in his hands.

"Where is she?"

Mrs. Weasley sat at her kitchen table, her head in her hands. She was crying. Who would take her beautiful daughter away from her? Who would do such a thing? She refused to believe that it was Voldemort. She refused. It couldn't be Harry's fault. He was up in his and Ron's room and Hermione said he was really upset. Mr. Weasley sat in front of the fire, his face illuminated by the flames. His little girl. His baby girl. She had been taken away from him. When he found out who had taken her, he would rip them limb from limb. He wasn't the only man in the house hold that was thinking the same thing.

(Ginny's P.O.V)

It was dark. That was all I knew. It was dark and damp. I reminded me of a dungeon. I could hear people yelling my name, and I could have sworn I had heard Harry yell in frustration. I wanted to see him so badly. All I had done was run to my room, and the next thing I knew, some weird looking lady with light blue hair and blue eyes. She looked so nice. Now she locked me up in a freaking cellar. I was so angry. I had tried to get away, but she had taken my wand. I snuggled deeper into my shirt, hoping I could stay warm. I gasped as a jacket appeared on my torso. I recognized it as one of Harry's. I snuggled into it, hoping it would put me closer to Harry. Sitting down on the ground, I felt like a part of me is missing. I heard some thing moving on the other side of the room, and turned in time to see only a little light and a grassy hill out side the room. I couldn't see the face of the person coming in, but I could see the frame of the person's body. It's a man. I'm sure.

(Normal P.O.V)

Harry thought he heard a scream. He cringed as he looked out the window and heard some more. Ron was standing next to him, his eyes wide.

"That sounds like Ginny's scream."

Harry looked at him, his eyes wide.

"What did you say?"

"That sounds like-"

Ron looked at Harry, and realized what he had just said. They raced down the stairs and out the door. More screams filled Harry's ears, and he grabbed his broom. Mounting, he flew off in the direction of the screams. Ron was on his own broom; Ron flew below Harry in a frantic search. They had attracted the attention of Charlie, who was now following them. Harry flew faster as the screams got louder and louder. But then they got quieter. He flew back to where they were the loudest, and looked straight down. There was a little hill in the ground, then a hole. He landed, looking at the ground.

"Ginny!"

(Ginny's P.O.V)

Harry. I could hear Harry yelling my name. But I couldn't yell back. The man, more like a monster, was nearly killing her. But I wasn't going to die. He was torturing me, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I tried not to scream again as another blast of blue light hit me. My whole body was on fire, and I desparatley tried to yell something.

"GINNY! GINNY!"

I was too tired to say anything. Instead I silently whispered my answer.

"Harry. I'm right under you. Please Harry. Just blast the hill. Just blast the goddamn thing. Please."

I screamed, trying not to. Wait. If I didn't scream, Harry wouldn't know I was here. Looking at the man cursing me, I rolled over on my side gasping for air. Everything was quiet for a second. Looking back at the door, the man was gone. I sat up, trying with all my might to get myself off the ground. Standing, I hit my head on the ceiling. Damn, how did that guy stand in here? I heard sobbing, and could hear two other voices.

"Why did it get so quiet?"

"I hope she ain't dead."

The first person was Ron. The next was Harry. It was Charlie that was crying.

"Ron! Charlie! Harry! Help me!!!"

I yelled as loud as I could, hoping they would hear me.

"Ginny? Ginny, where are you honey?!"

I heard a huge bang, and half the ground around me blew up. Screaming in fear, is hid my face. I looked up just as Charlie picked me up off the ground in a hug.

"Ginny. Oh Ginny. You scared the hell out of us. What happened? Who took you? Why were you screaming?"

I didn't want to answer right now. I wrapped my arms around my big brother and started to cry. I hurt in every way. Charlie set me down carefully, and Ron kissed me on the forehead. Looking up at him, I smiled. I looked around. Where was Harry?

"Harry fainted over there. I guess he was just so scared."

I climbed out of the huge hole we stood in and saw him. He was lying on the ground, one of his hands over his heart, and the other was over his eyes.

"Harry?"

He looked up at me, a goofy smile on his face. I crawled over to him. He was breathing hard and his chest was going up and down. I gently took his hand off his face and placed it on mine. He sat up and wrapped his other arm around my waist.

"I love you."

(Normal P.O.V)

Mrs. Weasley wouldn't let Ginny out of her sight the rest of the break. And no one could blame her. Harry wouldn't let Ginny out of his arms. You didn't ever see them apart. Ginny had some scars on her stomach and back, and along with that she had some very large gashes on her legs. She was a walking battle zone, as Ron teased her. He didn't dare say that in front of everybody else, but Harry had heard it once and slapped him across the face. Ron had said nothing to Ginny after that.

For Christmas they had the whole family over. George and Fred came, along with Bill. Fleur was in France with her parents for the holiday. Hermione stayed with them, leaving one day to see her parents. Harry stayed with them, obviously. Him and Ginny spent long nights talking, holding hands, snogging, and lying in each others arms. Mrs. Weasley had walked in on them once when they were asleep lying close together. She had just smiled and put a blanket over them. She had bet George that they would get married; 5 Galleons. He had taken the bet.

Mr. Weasley placed a huge Christmas tree in the front yard. Every kid had helped decorate it with out magic. Harry, Ron and Ginny used brooms, going to the tallest part of the tree and placing tinsel and orbs on the branches. Ginny put the star on the top. The all sat on ground near the tree drinking hot coco and eating sugar cookies. Hermione sat next to Ron, who was trying to get her cookies and coco. Hermione was laughing as he tickled her. Harry looked away from them and looked at Ginny. Even though she had a couple of bruises on her face, she still looked happy and beautiful. Leaning over, he kissed her on the cheek. She looked at him, her brown eyes searching his greens. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. This was going to be the best Christmas ever.

Dumbledore smiled at Fate for the umpteenth time.

"So, after that can you leave them alone? Ginny was traumatized enough. Can you please leave them alone?"

"I guess I have to. I am finally done. Now it is time to deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la la la la la."

Dumbledore laughed at her enthusiasm. He looked back at the smiling couple. The best Christmas ever.

As you can tell, I am done. I don't know if I should keep going. Make it harder for them? Do tell?

-Izi-