Okay, so here it is, another chapter. I believe I have been blessed with a muse lately. Well at least that is good. I have been able to write more so I hope you enjoy this new chapter and hopefully I can keep it up until the end.

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"We should be out there!" I yelled, kicking the door. Al sat on his bed and gave me a worried stare.

"Lily, there is no use doing this, you have to sit down and calm down. I don't want you hurting yourself. Mom will be upset when she gets back."

"She isn't going to come back if they don't go out and look for her like they are supposed to!" I sat on the bed, befuddled. Al handed me some of my homework and I looked down at it disdainfully. "I can't concentrate on that right now." We sat in a large room at number twelve Grimmauld Place. Cobwebs filled every corner of the room. It was dark and dank, the only light coming from an illuminating bulb that levitated in the middle of the room. The bed and dresser were made of a dark wood, living up to the fact that it was the 'Black's' house. Everything in it reminded me of black, especially that old howling woman in the picture by the stairs. Al shook his head as I shoved the book away.

"You need something to take your mind off of everything." I rolled my eyes. Suddenly, there was a knocking at the door downstairs, and we both jumped off the bed, running to the staircase to see who it was. Grandma walked over to it, turning to us and putting a finger to her lips, warning us to be quiet. She smoothed her gray curls, and wiped her tear stained face. Out of all of us, she had taken the kidnapping of Mum the hardest.

"Hello, oh dear, Tonks come in. Let me take your coat, you must be chilled to the bone." I ran downstairs, running strait into Tonks and wrapped my arms around her.

"Hey, Lils, Remus wanted to come but you know what night it is." I nodded, looking at the moon that illuminated the room from the window. We all sat down on an old moldy couch, and Tonks looked down at me with sympathy. "Well, I just came from the Auror Headquarters, there hasn't been anything yet, but we are still hopeful. You two kids stay strong for your younger brothers, that's what your mum would want you to do right now." I looked down at the floor, cursing myself for how selfish I had been. All of my brothers were scared, I could see that, but I hadn't tried to help.

"Of course we will both look after them." Tonks smiled brightly at us.

"Well, why don't both of you go check on them right now and leave me and your grandma to talk." Al and I both saw that she needed to speak privately to Grandma, so we both walked silently out. Instead of going upstairs, however, we quickly leaned our heads against the door, wanting to hear every word.

"Tonks, what has really happened?" Grandma asked, her voice shaking with worry and panic. We could hear both their glasses tinkling as they sipped at their tea.

"What I told them is true, but what I left out is the great suspicion everyone has for Draco Malfoy. I don't know what to think, but the Head Auror says it's a closed case and Malfoy has done it. That's why I am here. We believe if he is involved, the next person he will try to contact will be his son. Head Auror wants to keep him someplace safe, and I assured him that you and Arthur would be open to the idea. It will only be until we can find him and Ginny, and I'm sure you have enough room."

"Do you think it's wise to have him stay here when his father is the suspect of Ginny's kidnapping?"

"Well, Molly, I have spoken to the boy on more than one occasion. He seems to be the boy his father never was. I don't think you have to worry about him cooperating with his father, from what I know he doesn't even speak to him." Here I rolled my eyes. Everyone thought Derrick was so perfect, but I doubted it. It didn't matter how nice he was to me, it didn't change the fact that he was a Malfoy.

"I guess we could spare some room. He is welcome to stay here, as long as I get to keep the bodyguards, just in case." Tonks laughed, and then they said goodbyes. Al and I quickly went up the stairs. They came out into the hallway, and we slowly came down the stairs to say goodbye to Tonks. Tonks smiled, hugging them each.

"Tell the twins I said hi, and don't get into too much trouble. Don't worry about your mother, we will find her." She smiled, and opened the door, revealing Derrick Malfoy standing outside on the walk.

"You mean he's here now!" I squealed, rather impolitely. He looked at me, smiling.

"So much for being welcome." He said timidly. I rolled my eyes.

"I never said we were friends." I turned and ran up the steps, ready to scream. Everything bad that could ever happen was happening. I was in my own personal nightmare.

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Harry stared at the window, still trying to make sense of everything around him. There was nothing he could do. The Aurors wouldn't let him get involved with his own wife's case. He tapped his fingers against a desk, wondering when he would see her again. The office he was in was filled with her. She was in millions of pictures on his desk, on top of all his paperwork. She was on his bulletin board; she was even at the other side of the room where Ron sat, family pictures lining his desk. Harry felt tears come on again, and he slammed his hands down on the desk, tears streaming down his face. He felt a sudden anger flow through him, and he grabbed the glass paperweight sitting at the edge of his desk. With full force, he heaved it across the room, watching it hit the opposite wall and shatter into a million pieces. Ron came running in as he heard the noise. He looked at the glass on the ground.

"Harry," Ron flicked his wand, the paperweight coming back together, "That won't help us find her. You need to calm down. I want you to calm down." Harry looked at Ron, feeling helpless.

"Ron, what am I gonna do. Before, I knew Malfoy had her. I KNEW he had her. But now, I don't know, I doubt that Malfoy has her. I believe he has been kidnapped too. I don't know who did it, all I know is that they are both gone. You think it would make me feel better, knowing that Malfoy is kidnapped, but it doesn't. Because now I am wondering where she is and why Ron!" Harry could barely breath. He was taking in shallow breaths, his panic taking over. He felt as if the whole world was coming to an end.

"Harry, I know you are worried, but you need to leave here. Being around all this hustle and bustle isn't good. I am worried, too." Ron walked over and picked up the paperweight, placing it on Harry's desk. "I think you should go and stay with my parents and see your children. That always helps. I think it would be best if you did. They are probably worried about you, too. The twins are probably confused. I think it is important that you stay with them for a while." Harry looked at Ron, unable to say anything.

"I can't just go away and wait. I need to do something. I want to do something. You have no idea how I feel right now. I couldn't possibly help my children like this. I am helpless, Ron, I am HELPLESS!" Harry shoved his papers off his desks, making them fly everywhere. Harry fell to the ground, lying down with his arms wrapped around his neck. He sobbed into his knees, and Ron lightly patted him on his back.

"I'm helpless without her too, mate. She is my sister. She held our family together. Without her…" Ron's voice trailed off as tears started to fall. "But you need to be strong. You have four kids at Sirius's place wondering what is happening. They need you the most right now. You can't give up on them just because you need Ginny right now. You need to be strong." Harry looked up at wrong, finally realizing what he had to do.

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"How could you? What do you want with me?" Ginny asked her captor. The captor gave her a wicked smile, looking at Ginny with hateful eyes. "I don't get it, why did you do this? You could go to prison for this. Don't you get it?" Ginny felt an extreme hate come upon her.

"Oh, I will get away with it." The captor's voice chortled. "You see, he is right over there," The captor pointed over to Malfoy, who was watching them with an amusing stare. "And they all think that he took you, just like he did before. So, that means that I will get away with it. And you my dear, may not live through it if you don't keep yoUR TRAP SHUT!" The captor raised their hand, striking Ginny across her face. Ginny's face whipped around, grimacing in pain of the total blow. She felt the sting on her cheek, and felt the great hate mix with a horrible anger that curdled in her entire soul.

"Don't you dare ever strike me again," Ginny spit at the captor, and the captor snarled, wiping off the spit that now marked their cheekbone.

"You will regret that." The captor turned and walked over to the entrance that they had just made. They turned as they reached it, looking back and leaving Ginny and Malfoy with a wicked grin. Moving the wand, two plates appeared in front of them and Malfoy and Ginny's hands unraveled. "You have fifteen minutes," The captor said, and they left, the cave sealing behind them. Malfoy looked over at Ginny, giving her a crude smile. "Bon appetite, Madame Potter. I bet you didn't see that one coming." Ginny glared at him, turning to her meal and eating it slowly.

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I sat there, and sat there, and sat there, and sat there. There was nothing I could say. Derrick sat across from me, his body slumped and his jeans and black t-shirt just slumping around him. I watched him, and he watched me. We hadn't moved for quite a while. I took let out a heavy breath, and his eyes got large as if he was about to say something, but it never came out.

"So, what do you do for fun?" I asked. That's when I realized that I didn't know anything about him. I didn't know what he liked to eat, who was his favorite team in Quidditch, or anything at all. He probably knew these things about me, but I didn't like him enough to bother.

"Um, I like to play wizard's chess." I nodded.

"I am not too good at that, but my brother is. You should try it with him." He nodded slowly.

"What do you do for fun?" He questioned. I looked at him, wondering what to think.

"I like to dance. I shop really well." He snorted

"I don't do...either of those things." I smiled.

"I don't think we have anything in common. I mean, we've never really talked before."

"Well, what do you talk about with Vincent," he looked at me imploringly. I thought for a while, about all the things we had ever talked about.

"We talk about classes, and our friends, and my dad, and his dad, and my…" My voice trailed off as I thought off my mom. Derrick took the hint and didn't ask another question. We sat there for a few more moments, when I heard the door open and close. I turned around in the couch, and my dad came into the room. "Dad?" Dad held up a big carpetbag for me to see.

"I'm here to stay, honey."

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