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"Same reason he wants any of you...as bait."

GINNY'S POV

I couldn't calculate in my head anything Draco had said. Why would Voldemort want us as bait? Who else would want us? The Order's fallen, Harry's gone, and everyone else couldn't give a shit about us.

She would have asked Draco, but he had left an hour ago, apologizing for leaving her with the bad news. He had gone to guard the Room of Requirements again, the third time that week.

George had tried to talk to Ginny, but try as he might, she wouldn't stop thinking of what he said. As bait…as bait…what could that mean? Even Hermoine and Neville were stumped as to why he would need them, not that they minded being kept alive. Ron as usual was helpless, and Luna was just depressed, slightly bringing down the emotions of everyone.

GEORGE'S POV

Now that I knew everyone else was safe, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. Bill and Charlie still hadn't been found, and I knew Percy and my parents were being watched, but at least they were still alive. And that was a step up compared to some of the other people I had heard about.

A pain rippled through my heart as I realized what became of my twin brother. No more confusing Mom, no more 'terrible twins', no more pranks or completing each other's sentences. But at least he went with a smile on his face. That's what he wanted.

I still want to kill the scum that did this to him. And not just Rookwood, I want to kill all of them, all of the prats that are walking through this very school at the moment.

"George, are you there?" Where else did Hermione think I was? Egypt?

"Yeah, I'm here. What's up?" I caught the brick as it fell out of the hole before it could clank on the cement floor.

"It's Ginny. She's stressing over this whole 'bait' thing. I can't think of anything it could be." I rolled my eyes, telling her the same thing I had said fifty times in the past hour.

"He might just be tricking us. You never know these Death Eaters."

"Ginny swears she doesn't think he's lying. She trusts him."

"What if this is all a ploy, Hermione? He could still be working for them. You can't trust him." I shoved the block in the hole, annoyed at my friends' ignorance. This seemed to be just in the nick of time, for in the next second, a loud stomping was heard from outside. I could almost imagine the others slipping their bricks in, and giving Ginny one more swift glance before leaving her to fight alone.

She was the only one that was visited other than for food. We have been only taken out once, when we first got here.

I sat against the wall and leaned towards the door, waiting for the sound of footsteps retreating past my door, past Hermione's and Ron's, and then finally stopping at Ginny's. But the footsteps never passed my door. I held my breath, waiting for the time when they would circle around and leave, or just open someone's door.

I was the lucky winner.

HERMIONE'S POV

How could George just shut me out like that? I try to ask his opinion on his sister's worries, and he shuns me? I'm starting to think life would be easier if we still didn't know about him in my neighboring cell.

As soon as he shoved the brick roughly in the slot separating me and him, footsteps echoed off the walls just outside our doors. Someone was walking down the steps leading to us.

I tensed up. I almost knew they would stop at Ginny, but Draco had just left and said he wouldn't be back until tomorrow. So who could it be?

I waited for the footsteps to die away before I could talk to Ron, who already had his ear pressed against the hole in the wall when I left him.

The footsteps stopped before they passed mine, and a door opened. The sound of metal rubbing against metal rang out through the hall, trapping its occupants in its bloodcurdling screech. The only person before me was George.

A pair of feet up the stairs, a clanking sounding at each step. I recognized the sound as chains. The metal door slid shut roughly, and the last pair of stomps left. I pulled open the brick between myself and Ron, calling him from the other end of the cell. He raced over to me.

"Was that George's?"

"Yeah. Get Ginny, Neville and Luna, and then come back. I'm going to try and see what it's about." I watched him leave before I turned and ran to the other end of my cell.

GEORGE'S POV

The blinding light filled the cell. The screeching made me cringe in agony, and the ripping of my arm felt like I was about to loose my arm.

"What the--?"

"Come on, Weasley." I stood up and fell back down again. I hadn't stood for the entire time I was here.

I focused on the small boy pulling me along. He was short, at least a head shorter than me, with long bleach-blonde hair. He wore a snarl on his face, like someone stuck dragon dung under his nose.

"Malfoy!"

"Very observant." He spat as we climbed the familiar Hogwarts staircases. They twisted and twined, causing Draco to pull me along after him.

"Getting cozy with my sister, I see. She won't help you." Malfoy's cocky smile faded, leaving his usual snarl.

"That's none of your business. You're lucky I was able to keep her alive."

"While you were torturing her, you mean?" I could feel my blood boiling, the anger rising in my body. "Yes, I should be graveling at your feet for that. Who knew she was so lucky to be tortured by the 'Great Mr. Malfoy'?"

"Shut up, Weasley. I had to do that. And not a word, we're going to see the Dark Lord and we don't need any more suspicions running around. I may be fine with your little communication line, but I cannot promise my companions will be as kind." Companions? Now they're companions, no longer just Death Eaters! Hilarious! I refused the urge to laugh out loud at Draco. This little runt seriously thinks he can boss me around!

"Sure, sure Draco. Whatever you say." We were walking up the stairs, jumping the invisible steps and watching the changing staircases. Finally, he stopped at the fifth-floor Gryffindor common room.

"Voldemort will Triumph." The Fat Lady pulled away, opening to the once-familiar home away from home. Now, it was clad in black, green, and silver. The red and gold banner was now torn down and spewed in the fire place. Its center was rippling in the fire, a huge hole where the lion once roared.

"Thank you, Draco." My knees fell out from under me, and I fell with a thud onto the cold hearth.

"I've been waiting a long time to do this. Ever since I heard of your little pranks, your tiny mishaps. This truly is an honor, Mr. Weasley, as I am sure it is for you, to be kneeling before a room filled with so many honorable people. Only if your brother were here to experience it. Wouldn't that be great?" I jumped up at the man, only to be caught and forced down by an invisible source.

"Don't you ever talk about him like that! Rookwood killed him. I'm going to kill that slimy bastard the next chance I get."

"Why, young man, why talk about me like I am not in the room?" The figure pulled back his hood, only to show the face of Augustus Rookwood.

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