Hello Hello! I have made a decision. I am going to update every Sunday, because quite frankly being a brand spaken new highschooler calls for alot of time, especially if you hate highschool so far. But just because I promise you a chapter every Sunday does not mean you WILL ABSOLUTLY get it. Reviews will tell me if I skip a week or not. Maybe five was a little to much to ask so like, if everyone reviews who has done so already, I will be happy. cough, or I get two, cough Ok, that's enough of boring you, ON WITH THE STORY!

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(I have decided to do this Fancy little thing now...)

Chapter 5: Dung Head

A girl with firey red hair marched into the Leaky Cauldron with only one thing on her mind: Find Mundungus Fletcher.

Ginny pulled out her wand for protection before looking around outside the pub for any signs of people. She then pulled the hoos of her cloak over her head, shielding her face from view. Slowly, she opened the door and stepped into the pub.

As soon as she walked in, she could tell Mundungus was inside. Upon further inspection, she found him sitting with another person at the bar. She walked over inturrupting the conversation between Mundungus and this other person.

"Dung, fancy meeting you here." She said in a gruff voice.

The person sitting by Dung looked at Ginny and got up to leave. "Nice talking with you Fletcher." He said.

Ginny sat down in the now vacant chair. "Can I buy you a drink Dung?" She asked, still in the gruff voice.

Dung looked at her and nodded. "What can I do for you sir?" He asked. The barman brought two drinks over and Dung to a swing. Ginny only pretended to drink hers, vanishing it little by little.

"I need to ask a favor of you Dung." Ginny said. She dropped her voice. "I know you nicked things from Gramauld Place a few years back. You probably still are. I was wondering if you'd happen to come across a particular item."

Mundungus was quite startled. "What peice would you like to know about? I can't for certain tell you everything i've nicked - er- rescued from the trash."

The barman brought Dung another drink as Ginny spoke. "A locket. A locket that doesn't open."

Clearly Dung knew of this object. "I know where it is. But it'll cost ya." He eyed Ginny for a moment before gulping down somemore of his drink.

Ginny pulled a small sack from inside her cloak. She had also 'rescued' a few things from the Black Manor that her mother had told her to throw away. She knew one day she'd have a reason for them and it appeared this was the time.

Mundungus looked through the bag and found a very old, tatered book on the Dark Arts. "Interesting." He mumbled. "This seems good enough." He pulled a locket out of his coat pocket. "I keep it with me all the time ever since I found out how rare it is. Seeing as how you seem to know me so well, i'll just take this book eh?

Ginny inwardly smiled and yanked the locket from Mundungus's grasp. "We'll call it even shall we? Have another drink." Dung gulped down the last of his drink while Ginny plopped a few cions on the counter.

"It was nice doing business with you Mr?" Dung said. "Wait, who did you say you were agian?"

"Never mind that." Ginny snapped. "I might be seeing you around soon. Oh, and if you happen to talk to Molly Weasley tell her her daughter is safe." Ginny said. She stood and hurried to the door. Without warning, Ginny crashed into someone at the door. The hood to her cloak fell off her head. Ginny gasped when she saw who she had run into.

"Harry!" The man looked down at her, his green eyes wide.

"Ginny?"

Hello agian. Sorry the chapter was so short but it was a good place to stop and it leaves you with a cliffy. I know what your thinking, "Gosh, it's only been a few paragraphs and she's already caught? Where's the fun in that..." but things arn't always as they appear. Or are they? HMMM! Ok, anyway, I just would like to say thanks to all my lovely reviewers. And for those of you who are reading this and havn't reviewed, I would suggest you do so before I sick my very evil, hyper puppy on you. (She once ate a bowl. And she's only 7 months! She's scary.) READ AND REVIEW! (that means push the button below and leave a message, no matter how small I will love it all the same!)

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