So guys, you made it to chapter six. So did I. Let's see how it goes! J

Disclaimer: Much as I do love these characters, they are not mine.

Harry and Ginny stood facing each other. Ginny holding her head high, breathing heavily, her breast heaving. Harry looking down at her his face barely inches from her, their noses centimetres from each other. His hair tussled and messy, her eyes bright and wide from the exertion of the argument.

BANG!

As swiftly as the moment had come it was lost. There were now about twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, men piling through the door into the room. All of them wearing black robes and masks covering their faces.

'Hermione! Ron! Run! This isn't a wedding surprise it's an attack!' Harry shouted.

Ginny watched as Ron and Hermione grabbed each other's hands and disapparated on the spot. They were gone.

Harry swivelled back round to face her.

'Listen Ginny, please, if you want to stay alive, listen to me and do as I say.'

Sixty, seventy, eighty.

'How many supporters does the man have?'

Ninety, one hundred.

'Too many,' Harry gasped shielding her with his body.

Two hundred, three hundred.

Whipping out his wand and turning to face the room he grabbed Ginny's waist and disapparated.

But it was not just them, somebody else grabbed Ginny's ankle as they were disapparating. As it happened she felt the tight tubes around her chest, constricting her breathing, and she could feel the grip tightening around her ankle.

'Please let it be mum,' she thought to herself.

Ginny's feet landed on the hard ground, Harry next to her. Looking down she saw a deatheater attached to her ankle. The thin pale hand wrapped tightly around her flesh, so tightly she could feel it biting into her, the bones eating and wearing away at her.

'Get off her,' Harry hissed kicking out at the hand.

The hand recoiled, away from her leg and into the robe. As it did so the robes rose to the ground, rising up swiftly to a great height.

'Potty and Weasel,' a lazy voice drawled. 'How infinitely exciting.'

'Malfoy?' Harry looked surprised. 'Feel smart now that you chose deatheating over education?'

'Surprisingly,' the voice responded as the robes moved to take the mask off 'I've learnt a lot more with the Dark Lord than I ever learnt with old Dumbledore.'

'Leave it!'

'Oh Weasel still defending her boyfriend whenever she gets the chance.'

'I suggest you leave it Malfoy, you are one and we are two, and I am a highly trained auror.' Harry said menacingly.

'Good for you, I'm a highly trained deatheater.'

Harry looked stumped. 'Am I supposed to be in awe?'

'No you're supposed to be scared.'

'Right well I'm not.'

'Erm, Harry if I can just interrupt…I'm scared.'

'See, clearly you are just strange.'

'Can you shut up?'

'Honestly Potty, grow up you're not in school anymore.'

'Although I did go for longer than you.'

'And that makes a difference?'

'Yes.'

'No, you're very wrong. It doesn't make a difference. I think you'll find I'm that much wiser than you.'

'It makes me that much more educated than you.'

'You are a retard.'

'And you are an immature half-blood with a blood traitor, both of whom are about to die.'

'Two to one.'

'I find myself sufficiently equipped with the avada kedavra.'

'You couldn't kill Dumbledore yourself, there's no way you'll be able to kill me or Ginny yourself.'

'Shut up! I was weak.'

'And that weakness won't have gone away.'

'Yes it has.'

'How many people have you killed then? Go on tell me.'

'Wouldn't know.'

'Because you haven't killed anyone.'

'Are you always this immature, or do you just save it for special people who you're in awe of?'

'Do you always try and change the subject so much?'

'Funny, Potter, very amusing.'

'Yes I thought it was rather.'

'Yeah not many people can laugh in the face of death.'

'Oh would you two just shut up? I'm getting bored here, and I'd quite like to get home.'

'Be quiet Ginny.'

'Weasel I can always kill you more quickly if you'd like me to.'

'Thanks Ferret, I'd rather not die right now.'

'Really?'

'No need to sound so surprised. You know you haven't changed much since I saw you last. What was it three years ago? In the grounds of Hogwarts. You had a lot of nerve turning up there. You know that don't you? You'd just killed Dumbledore and vowed never to come back. Even when you were there you always whined about how much you hated it. And then you came back? Did you miss it Malfoy? Miss being the leader and now you'll always be the follower until you rot in Azkaban until the end of your days. I'll turn up there one day and see your emaciated form, I'll turn up there to laugh at your mad mutterings and your ragged clothing. The sort you always used to bully me for wearing, Malfoy, just you wait, I can't wait until that day. The day when we win the war. The day when justice will fall on your family.'

'She has guts. You've never shown this before. Potty, you're girlfriend has guts. Oh look at the time, I'd best be off. I'll catch you later Weaslette.'

'What happened to your murders?'

Malfoy smiled at him. A smile that seemed so genuine, but didn't reach his eyes.

'Oh Potter,' he said quietly. 'Oh Potter. You never challenge a Malfoy. Just you wait, Potter, just you wait.' And he disappeared.

'So,' Harry said lamely, 'he got away.'

So what did you think? I hope you liked it. It's starting to get going now. Tell all, even any criticisms.