Okay, i know it's been like, forever, but if you have a problem, just let me know, and i will try to fix it...i don't mind...so enjoy, i hope to get another one out by my bday, march 3 (27 days away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its my sweet 16 im excited)

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Harry rubbed his hurting head, wondering how much firewhiskey he had the night before. He walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. "Ginny? " He paused. There was no answer. He quickly turned around, worried. As fast as his legs could carry him, he ran into all the rooms, screaming her name. The twins were looking at him, wondering what was happening. He looked at them, trying to calm himself as best he could. He quickly ran back to the bedroom, and then stood gaping at a note on the doorway. i Having fun yet/i

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Ginny looked around the damp, dark room that she was now sitting in. There was no light, and all she could see was one gray wall. Overhead, she swore she heard a rumbling, almost like thunder, but than again it wasn't anything like thunder. She kept hearing squeaking noises, and shivered as she realized it was rats. She didn't know how long she had been in there, all she knew was that she had been asleep for some time. She was sitting in the middle of this cold cavern, and her hands were tied behind her back. She tried to wriggle her wrists to try to free them. Pain shot up and down her arms, and she winced. Helplessness was taking over, and she knew that soon panic would set in. She had to do something, it wasn't like her to just wait like a sitting duck. "HELP!" She screamed, wondering where she was. She heard a rustle in the back corner, and tried to look back into the shadows. "Hello, who are you?" Ginny gasped, fear quivering in every word. The rustling continued, however, and she heard a moan of a man. She tried to keep calm, but it wasn't working. All she wanted right now was to hug Harry, and she felt tears trickling down her cheeks.

"Where am I?" A voice asked, confused. Ginny recognized the voice, and strained to look back there. Slowly, the dark subsided, and she was able to see a person covered in a small grubby blanket, they shook off the blanket, and their face turned towards her, shaking off the long hair that hung around their face. As she looked over at the heap of a person, she saw a pair of cool eyes staring back at her, and she felt all the air escape her lungs. There, chained to the wall, was Draco Malfoy.

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"Do any of you know the three basic principles to the spell to turn a statue into a bird?" Aunt Hermione questioned, walking up and down the rows, looking at all the children squirming in their seats, hoping that they wouldn't pick them. I doodled on the edge of her paper, my quill scraping over it evenly. I really couldn't pay attention, the verdict had come out today, and I had been so excited, but I couldn't shake this feeling that something wasn't right. "Lily Potter, go to McGonagall's office immediately." My head shot up as I looked at Aunt Hermione. She had a touch of worry in her voice as she looked at the letter an owl had just brought in. I gathered my books, wondering what could possibly worry her. I rushed out into the hallway, wanting to see McGonagall as soon as I could. I ran up to the statue where the entrance to her office was. I stood in front of it, realizing I didn't know the password to get in. I heard the padding of footsteps, however. I turned and came face to face with Al.

"You were called down here too?" He questioned. I nodded, suddenly feeling ready to panic. My throat felt like it was closing, and I felt the feeling of something being wrong again. Al looked at the entrance, saying the password. We heard the stones scraping against one another, and the stairs suddenly appeared as the statue moved up. Not waiting for them to finish, we both jumped on a step and twisted up towards the headmistress's office.

As they walked inside, they looked at McGonagall, who was sitting at her desk looking at them. "Children, please sit. I have already taken the liberty of ordering tea, now if you would excuse me." Her voice was level, but I couldn't help but notice that there was sympathy in her eyes for both of us. I sat down, feeling my legs grow stiff as I hit the padded cushion. The door opened and I turned around, and smiled as I saw who it was.

"Daddy!" I yelled, running over to him and wrapping my arms around him. "I was so frightened. What are you doing here?" I questioned, stepping back. He hadn't shaved yet, and looked messy and unkept. He looked at me with weary eyes. Slowly, he got down on his knees and hugged me tightly.

"Honey, it's your mother." I looked at his sad eyes, and assumptions filled my head. She had gone into labor prematurely. She had lost the baby altogether. Something was wrong.

"Dad, what happened to Mom?" Dad looked up at Al, and shook his head.

"Last night, we think around the time we got home, your mother was kidnapped." I stood there, shell-shocked. There were no words coming through my mind. It was like none of this was actually happening. And then the realization set in. I started shaking my head, the tears welling in my eyes.

"No. No. NO!" I screamed, falling into my dad's arms. He held me comfortingly. I wept with helplessness. I didn't cry often, but this time I couldn't help it. There was nothing I could do but sit there. Dad lifted me up as if I was a feather and walked me over to the couch, laying me down. He walked over and poured Al and me a cup of tea, handing us each on. Al just stood in his spot, looking at his tea. I laid on the couch crying. Dad cleared his throat, sitting next to me and running a hand through my hair, his own eyes brimming with tears.

"We have the best looking for her. There is also suspicion that Draco Malfoy had something to do with it." I looked up at him.

"How is that possible?"

"Well, Malfoy was captured last night also, but some of the Aurors think that it was a staged kidnapping so that he could be in the clear."

"What do you think?" Al asked, looking over at Dad with trusting eyes. Dad shook his head weakly.

"I think it is a possibility, but I wouldn't go looking for Malfoy and stick with looking for his accomplice, if that is what the person is." Al nodded, and I rubbed away the tears from my eyes, feeling me cheeks flush with the many tears that had just fallen down them. Dad handed me a handkerchief, and took it gratefully. "The twins are with your grandmother, and I am going to send you to there immediately.

"DAD, no!" We both yelled at the same time. Al and I shared a look of disbelief.

"You can't honestly think that we will leave you in the house all alone, that is dangerous."

"Which is another reason I want to send you there Lily. There will be security at both houses, but your grandparents will be staying at the old Phoenix headquarters, so you two will be safe there.

"Dad, I won't go," Al told Dad sternly. There was a tone in his voice that told Dad he wouldn't change his mind.

"I am not giving you a choice. I will be safe, but I would never forgive myself if I put any one of my children in danger. That is my final decision. McGonagall has sent some elves to pack your trunks, and I have two security people here to take you over to the Phoenix headquarters, so don't even think about trying to escape them, they are trained professionals. I will visit each night, I promise. We will find your mother. I swear that also." Dad stood up and hugged each of us, and then opened the door, revealing two burly wizards who stood with our trunks. Al lowered his head as he walked out of the office, showing that he did not want to go. I slowly followed behind him. We begrudgingly left the school grounds, and I wondered if I would ever see my mother again as we Apparated to number twelve, Grimmauld Place.

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"How did you get out of prison?" Ginny looked at Malfoy half in worry half in hatred.

"I don't know, some one broke in and stupefied me," Malfoy explained, looking around his new prison. "Who did this?"

"I don't know, I was knocked out, I've only been awake about two minutes." Ginny didn't like Malfoy, but she had a feeling she was a piece to this puzzle they had both been put into. She gasped as the baby kicked.

"Well, this is coincidental, I believe I was there for the second birth you went through, there must be something with even numbers between the two of us." Ginny cringed at his humor

"I am NOT in labor, and this is my fifth birth, last time I had twins which counts as two births."

"If you say so." They both continued to look around. "Well, what shall we do to pass the time? I SPY something gray."

"Malfoy if you wish to be amusing, you are failing," Ginny thought for a moment. "Do you think we're dead, maybe I'm in hell? I have always thought hell would be being stuck in a room with you for eternity, the chains and ropes are a bit of a surprise, but other than that this seems to fit the description of hell."

"No Mrs. Potter, I don't believe we are dead. If we were dead, Voldemort would be here." Malfoy pulled on his chains, trying to get into a standing position. Ginny sighed, wishing she had practiced more in Divination so that she could at least do something like sense where they were. She sat there for a few more minutes looking over at Malfoy.

"Who would want to kidnap both of us? So far, every foe of yours is a friend of mine and vice versa. Who in their right mind would want us both to be kidnapped, it just doesn't add up. I don't know of anyone who would want to do something like this. I mean, you have been in prison for almost eleven years, what could have possibly happened in that amount of time to put us in this position."

"Ah, That is using your head. I believe you have learned something from that wonderful husband of yours." His voice was full of sarcasm, and Ginny groaned as she thought of the hours they would spend together if they didn't get out of here. She looked down at the ropes wrapped around her legs and stomach. She hoped it wasn't affecting the baby at all. She heard Malfoy shuffling with his cuffs more, and soon grew annoyed.

"You are not going to stand up. First of all, your hands are in the wrong place for free moment. Second, even if you did get up, you would be unable to sit back down, and I don't think you would actually want to be stuck in a standing position, especially the way your hands would be positioned." Malfoy sat down, and stopped struggling.

"Azkaban was better than this place with you," He paused, sniffing the air. "Do you smell that?" He asked her.

"Smell what, Malfoy?"

"I recognize it. Do you fancy a smell of flowers, Mrs. Potter?"

"No, not while I am pregnant, I can't stand anything remotely smelling like a flower." Malfoy clicked his tongue. "Why, where do you recognize it from?" He started laughing an almost evil laugh.

"Well, I believe I know who put us in here."

"Who?" Ginny asked, hopeful because the person would now loose an element of surprise on them.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked, as a grating sound sounded throughout the whole cavern. Someone entered, waving their wand and a light illuminated them. Ginny gasped as Malfoy let out an evil howl.