A/N: First off, part of the reason I didn't update sooner was because of the lack of reviews I recieved for the previous chapter. Do you guys still want me to continue the story? Anyway, this is sort of a dark chapter, so good luck. Also, a reminder that this IS a Harry/Ginny story, and they will eventually get together. I'm not one of the mean authors who says the story is H/G and then makes Ginny leave Harry forever, or something. Enjoy!

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Jack smiled. "Ginny, I mean as friends."

She hesitated, mouth opening to answer. Her head was swimming as she tried to force up some kind of answer, but it seemed as though she'd lost the will to speak. Why did that sentence sound so familiar? Why was it that she felt as if she'd heard somebody else say that before?

Ginny, I mean as friends.

The words repeated in her mind, over and over again until they no longer sounded like Jack's friendly voice. They became twisted and stretched, worse then the sound of fingernails scratching on a chalkboard.

Ginny, I mean as friends.

The world around her started to blur, Jack's voice an echo as he asked, "Ginny? Are you okay?" She began to feel as if she were entering a dark void, so empty and cold that it sent chills down her spine.

Ginny fell to the floor, curling up into a ball, pressing her hands to her ears in a desperate attempt to block the words out. But they kept coming, pushing her farther into her own little world until the actual world was gone . . .

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She was sitting in front of the fire, hand clutched around the necklace that Harry had given her only two nights before. She hadn't seen him or her family since then, only the Aurors that were on guard at the Burrow. And even they weren't exactly good conversationalists. After all, they were to remain invisible, just like she was.

She knew the war was starting in just an hour's time. That in just an hour's time, her entire family and all her friends would be putting themselves into danger. She shivered, clutching the necklace even harder. Harry was out there, fighting for his life and the lives of others. What if he failed? No! He wasn't going to fail! She was going to see him the next morning, along with the rest of her family, and she was going to hug everybody until it hurt.

She stood up, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders and walking silently over to the window. The cold breeze soothed her nerves as she looked out into the night. It had to be around ten o'clock, because the only light in the inky sky was the crescent moon. She sighed, starting to turn away from the window when she heard a loud crack from outside.

She jumped, flying back around to stare into the trees, searching for the culprit of the sound. She reminded herself that there was only something to worry about when the Aurors sent out a signal. But just to be safe . . .

Dropping the blanket, she crept over to the kitchen. However, she had barely stepped past the scrubbed table when she heard one of the Auror's blood curdling scream streak out through the silent night air. It chilled her insides, freezing her heart. What to do? She heard the distinct sound of a limp body falling to the floor outside before she snapped into action.

There was a hideout in the backyard, not a block past the trees. If she could only get to the backdoor, or a window, even, she could get out and start sprinting into the shelter of trees. Taking a deep breath, she got to her hands and knees, crawling under the windows so not to be seen.

It wasn't long before she heard another scream that sounded as if it were more than one person. She froze for a moment, closing her eyes in fear. Did she dare to stand up and sprint for the door? But suddenly, the front door flew open, cracking against the wall. HIDE! But it was too late.

"Hello, weaselette. Surprised to see me?" The all too familiar voice became louder as the owner stepped into her view. Malfoy smirked when he saw her horror-stricken expression, and leaned against the wall in a casual way.

"Guess it's just you and I tonight, eh? It's too bad that your Auror friends out there couldn't stay as well, but they're a bit," he turned, an evil glint in his eye as he gave a swish of his wand, sealing the door shut, "Tied up at the moment," he finished.

She couldn't believe it. Draco Malfoy? Sure, he wasn't the best wizard of the bunch, but a Death Eater? Her mind was reeling, hoping to find a way to escape. She had left her wand by the fire, so she couldn't use it. Maybe she could . . .

"And don't even think about making an escape through that window," Malfoy drawled lazily, his grey eyes flashing. "If I were you, I'd stay put." With another wave of his wand, she found she couldn't move or speak.

"So," Malfoy carried on, as if everything he had just done was perfectly normal. "Where's the rest of the Weasel pack? Off trying to rid the world of evil? Well, then. I'm going to let you in on a little secret . . ."

He strode over to her, kneeling until their faces were inches away. "Even if Potty does end up killing the Dark Lord, he still won't be able to save you. He will be miserable until the day he dies. And I know he will be, because the Dark Lord knows how he feels about you . . . he knows." For a split second, his eyes trailed over her face to the necklace on her neck. But then he was standing again.

"Want to know how he found out about your precious relationship? Oh, it was priceless, really. I bet you think that Peter Pettigrew is dead. Am I correct?"

Though she couldn't move, Malfoy could see the shock in her eyes, the only part of her body that had not been frozen in place.

"Right, well when Potter came to save you, he thought he whipped out all the Death Eaters, but he was wrong." Malfoy smirked again, enjoying the view of her on the floor. "They are all very much alive. In fact, they are probably killing your boyfriend right at this very moment."

He laughed when he saw anger flash in her brown eyes. "But before Potty preformed whatever curse it was that he did, Pettigrew heard you telling Potter that you loved him. So when that rat got back, he told the Dark Lord everything! And so The Dark Lord came up with a back-up plan, just in case he lost."

Malfoy knelt down once again, smirking as he did so. "And that plan was for me to come here, do whatever I want with you, and then kill you. Isn't that just great, Weasley?" His eyes trailed over her body again, the evil glint returning to his eyes. With a wave of his wand, he released her from her frozen state.

"Don't you dare touch me," she said in an angry whisper.

"Oh, I'll do more than touch you . . . I'll make your first time the worst that I can for you, and the best for me." Malfoy leaned in closer. She tried to scramble away, but he reached out and grabbed her arm.

"But I bet Potter already took your first time, didn't he?" Malfoy laughed when she turned away in disgust. "Don't you know Potter probably used you? In all the war trouble, you were probably the closet thing he could grab."

"NO!" she yelled, pulling her arm away from him. "Harry wouldn't do that! He said he loved me!"

Malfoy laughed again. "He's a liar, Weasley. If he ever survived, he would have told you that all he wanted to be were friends. Potter could never love somebody like you, never."

She jumped up and started for the window when she felt invisible robes drag her down. "Potter will wish he never set eyes on you. He will wish he never used you . . ."

She screamed.

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Harry was still sitting at his desk, glaring at his proposition folder after Tonks had left. One would think, in his opinion anyway, that somebody who had helped rid the world of Voldemort would be blessed with a better assignment then the one he was receiving. After all, he didn't go through Auror training to get assignment that required him to babysit. No, train. Yes, that was the word Tonks had used.

Harry was just about to go have a little chat with Remus, when his office door burst open revealing a heavily panting Ron who looked as though he had seen a ghost.

"H-Harry," he panted, leaning against the doorframe. "Something h-happened."

Harry stood up immediately, striding over to Ron whose face seemed to be getting paler by the second. "What, Ron? Is it Hermione, or . . ." He paused, helping Ron to stand up properly, seating him in a chair.

When Ron had calmed down enough, he looked up at Harry who was kneeling beside the chair, absolutely bewildered. Hell, he himself had no idea what had happened. All he knew was that Hermione had received an emergency owl from Jack.

It had to be serious because as soon as Hermione finished reading it, she had dropped the pan she was cleaning, screamed at Ron that Ginny was in St. Mungo's and that he had to tell everybody. It had taken Ron about twenty minutes to send out letters to his parents and brothers before he had rushed over to the Ministry to let Harry know what was happening.

"Harry, it's not Hermione. It's Ginny."

Harry's expression changed immediately as his head turned sharply to look Ron in the eye. "It's Gin? What happened!"

Ron stood up, grabbing Harry's robe-front as he did so and leading him toward the door. "I don't know. Hermione looked terrible, though. C'mon, we have to get to St. Mungo's."

Harry didn't say anything, but merely nodded. Grabbing his wand, he apparatted with Ron to St. Mungo's.

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"What's wrong with her, Jack? Why's she screaming!" Hermione rushed over to Jack who had Ginny in his arms. She looked like she was having a seizure as her eyes rolled back into her head.

Jack put Ginny on the operating table and began examining her without delay. "I don't know. One minute I'm asking her a question, and the next she's having a fit. Screaming, yelling, scratching at the walls and floor . . ."

Hermione was bustling around the table, wand held high, and checking to see if she could find the problem. "Have you tried waking her up? Maybe if we poured water on her or something!"

Jack shook his head as he tried to keep Ginny, who was still screaming, quiet. "Of course I've tried waking her up!" he snapped. "Let's get her hooked up to a breathing mask, Nurse!"
A young woman burst into the room, her face showing horror when she spotted Ginny. "Yes, Healer Doberman?" she asked nervously.

"We need a breathing mask, pronto!" Jack said forcefully, as he started to pour a calming drought down Ginny's throat. She stopped shaking, but continued to scream and thrash around wildly.

"Oh, merlin! Jack, where's that mask? She's wearing out her lungs, and—GINNY!" Hermione screamed when her face started to contort. For a split second she seemed to relax, but then—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggeeeeEEERRR!"

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When they appeared in the entry of St. Mungo's, both men started to sprint down the hallways. There was the sound of a witch screaming in what seemed agony as they got closer to the area that Hermione used to operate on her patients. Harry's stomach clenched when he realized that Ginny was probably the one screaming. After a few minutes, however, the screaming stopped due to the fact that somebody had but a silencing charm on Ginny.

Just as they approached the door, Mrs. Weasley came bursting out to hug Ron and Harry. Looking over her shoulder, Harry saw that everybody except Percy was sitting with anxious looks on their faces.

"Mum," Ron didn't hesitate to ask. "Have you talked with Hermione? What's wrong with Ginny?"

Mrs. Weasley bit her lip, her gaze moving from Ron to Harry. "That other Healer . . . Jack, I think his name was? He said Ginny was having some sort of-of seizure! Hermione thinks t-that it has something to do with the night she got put into the coma!" She burst into tears, leaning against her Son's shoulder.

Harry turned to Mr. Weasley. "A seizure? You mean . . ." Harry paused. It was obvious that he had an idea, because after a moment he pushed past Mr. Weasley and Fred and George who were pressing their ears up against the door.

When he entered the room, he closed the door behind him. "Hermione! Hermione, what are her symptoms?"

Hermione looked up from the thrashing Ginny to see Harry striding forward. "Harry, I'm a trained Healer. What makes you think that you can help if I can't?"
Harry frowned, brushing off Hermione's comment and leaning over Ginny's curled up form. It was as if someone was telling him what to do, because suddenly he was removing the silencing charm. Ginny's screams filled the room again, making Harry flinch. Was this what she had been like when Malfoy attacked? Had he laughed at her as he saw her writhing in pain?

He shut his eyes for a brief moment, tossing the painful thoughts from his head. Then, he removed the breathing mask from her mouth, covering it with his hand instead. To Hermione and Jack's surprise, she stopped screaming.

Harry swallowed as he looked at Ginny's now slack face, before whispering, "Gin, wake up . . . You're okay, wake up . . . C'mon, Ginny. Do it for me?"

It was as if he had said the magic words. Ginny's eyes sprang open, wide with fear. She studied the room full of nurses, Jack, and Hermione. But when she saw Harry, she started to sob uncontrollably.

Hermione stepped forward, letting Ginny cry into her shoulder. "Ginny," she whispered. "What happened? What were you seeing?"

Ginny didn't answer. She turned to Harry, her jaw set. "Get out, Harry," she said finally.

When Harry didn't move, she leaned over and pushed him. "I said get OUT!"

Harry opened his mouth, but closed it when he looked into Ginny's eyes. His own eyes laden with confusion, he left the room swiftly.

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A/n: Ah, so Ginny is starting to remember what happened that night. She hasn't remembered it all yet, so she still doesn't know how the Burrow exploded or how she survived. And remember, though Ginny knows that Harry would never do anything to hurt her, she was really scared, having seen what she saw. At the moment she doesn't remember if Malfoy abused her in any sort of way. Also, Ginny will go on to train to be a Junior Auror, and Harry is going to be the trainer, if you haven't figured that out yet.