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ok, so here's what's happening: I'm having a tiny competition between all my stories. Next time I sit down, the one with the biggest increase in reviews gets written first (not hits...you need to type to win this competition). It shouldn't be that hard, but I will stop writing if I get 500 'i like it...keep writing's . I want some actual thought plz!! or at least mix it up so I don't have to read all the boring reviews over and over again! Thanks...o and no reviews, no new chapter, so keep reviewing and I'll keep writing!! PROMISE!!

BILL & CHARLIE

"I don't see him anywhere. Do you?" Bill was up on the cave side, clutching the binoculars in his white-knuckled hands.

"Nope. And I don't think we can go in there after him. If they catch any of us, we're all dead." Charlie called, flying above him, camouflaged by the rock.

"Well, we can't just let him go in there alone."

"So, what do you want to do?" Charlie landed next to his brother and put away his broom, shrinking it to fit easily in his pocket.

"I vote we go in after him. Either way, he's going to get himself killed. Might as well have a chance of getting out unnoticed."

Charlie nodded and started down the mountain, clutching at every sturdy rock he could find. Bill came up behind him, and the two redheads made their way down the almost impossible rock wall undetected.

HARRY

Harry was still, shocked at what he had heard. He knew everyone thought of him to be dead; it was something that went along with having Voldemort throw you around the room like a rag doll after his killing curse supposedly succeeded.

He shook his head and regained his posture, looking around the corner. Even with his invisibility cloak hiding him, Harry was still unsure. He had hidden it inside his pocket, making it almost small enough to only cover his big toe. He hadn't told Bill or Charlie; if they knew, it would make escapes like these so much harder.

Someone grabbed Harry by the back of the neck and pulled him inside an almost hidden door. They trotted down a series of steps until they finally stopped, having reached the cellar. Harry drew his wand and looked around, blinded by the lack of light.

The man flicked his wand, sending sparks of light to each corner of the room. Huge plates swelled up with flames, igniting the room in light. Harry looked around, having finally seen where he was. It seemed familiar: the musty smell, the illegal drink bottles, the horrid taste in decoration.

"Abe!"

"Yeah, yeah, it's me. What the bloody hell do you think you're doing back here? Wait—aren't you supposed to be dead?"

Harry nodded solemnly, soaking up the disgusting yet familiar setting.

"I don't know what happened. I just woke up." Abe nodded, having known he did not want to talk about this subject.

"Come upstairs. You look horrible, you know."

Harry had to suppress a chuckle at what he knew his own appearance would be. They trudged up the stairs, following it up.

"Wait a second, how did you know I was there?" It was Abe's turn to chuckle now.

"Been getting clumsy with that cloak, you know. Your back foot was sticking right out of it. Anyone with eyes would have seen it and anyone with half a brain would connect it to you."

"But you thought I was dead." Harry defended, sitting down on one of the bar stools as Abe went behind the bar and collected a glass.

"Fate has mysterious ways of working. Never thought you were truly dead, not after he didn't have your body or the two people that took you off." Harry understood; he wouldn't expect it, either, if it had been someone else dead, someone else with the responsibility to save the world.

"So, why you here?" Harry grew nervous, unsure of how much he should trust his old headmaster's brother. Abe put a glass of the familiar looking drink in front of Harry. He grasped it, and sucked, letting the heat of the butterbeer slump down the back of his throat.

"You obviously need me, if you were hiding behind my shop. Don't tell me, you want to get into Hogwart's."

Harry nodded, sucking in the remaining few drops of butterbeer at the bottom of his glass.

"I thought we learned this last year; it's not a good idea."

"They have my friends." Harry said, slamming the empty bottle down on the table. Abe refilled it, filling one for him in the process.

"The girl and boy that you came with? They're tough, they can handle themselves."

"And Neville, and Luna, and Ginny." Harry spat, instantly regretted bringing her up at a time like this.

"Ah, that little girl that ran in after her brothers to see you? That the one?" Harry nodded, looking to his shoes. He didn't want to have to talk about her, to remember her smile, her pout, or remember the day he had left her and never came back. Now she was locked up in a cell, being tortured for information about him.

"How about this: you rest up here for one night. Just one." He added, seeing Harry's shocked face. "Then you can go tomorrow if you're up to it. But it seems to me that you need at least one good meal and nap in yeah before going off again." Harry sluggishly agreed, and climbed into the bed Abe showed him.

Only seven more hours until I can see Ginny again.

GINNY & DRACO

Ginny rolled onto her side, a pain moving from her hip to her neck. She groaned and looked up at Draco, who was levitating her down the stairs.

"How are you feeling?"

"I've felt better in the past few days." Draco winced at these words and kept going down the stairs. He counted the doors, stopping at Ginny's. She felt weightless as he sat her down in front of her hole, where she usually sat.

"Who's in the first room?" Draco looked shocked, and weary, at her question.

"Wh--what door?"

"The one before Hermoine's." She didn't care if he knew she talked to them, or if she knew where each of her friends was. All she wanted was the truth.

"Oh, you noticed that?"

"Yeah." Ginny added sarcastically.

"Well, it's another captured person." Draco said, turning around towards the door.

"And this other captured person would be?" She asked, slightly annoyed at how little information she was getting.

"Well, um…"

"Draco, spit it out." Ginny snapped.

"It's…"

you gotta love those cliffhangers! Promise I'll post soon...but then again, that fate lies in your people's hands. You know the deal (and if not...that's what MUST READ stands for). Hope to get to write this again!!

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