Chapter 8

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"BLOOD!" She wailed, looking scared and feeling as though her world was about to break apart. She looked at Emma, and noticed a cut on her wrist bound with cloth. Emma was unconscious and an ambulance was on its way.

"Oh thank GOD!"

"What? What's wrong!?" Harry cried, coming over to her quickly.

"It's from Emma's wrist! It isn't the girl's blood! Oh thank GOD!!"

Harry sighed with relief. He really cared for Ginny and the girls and he knew that if they got hurt, his world would come crashing down. It actually surprised him how much he cared for Ginny and the girls, considering this was only the third or fourth time he had seen them. Ginny's sobbing brought him back to reality.

"Oh where are they? I hope they are soon found! I…. I MISS THEM!!!"

"Oh Ginny they will be, just trust me."

The sound of the ambulance pulling into the driveway caused Ginny to get up and pull open the door. Three or four attendants ran in with a stretcher, and put Emma onto it. Ginny was trying so hard not to cry, but it wasn't working, and Harry could see this. He gingerly put his arm around her and led her toward the police car that had pulled up. She explained what had happened, and the police officer smiled.

"Don't worry miss, we have them down at the police station."

Ginny's face looked so shocked, and then she burst into tears of relief. Harry pulled her close. He was hurting because she was upset, and he wished that everything would get better. But if she knew the truth behind all of what had happened, he knew she would want nothing more to do with him.

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Ginny knew she had to tell Harry about the girls. There was just no mistaking the fact that she cared a lot about him and that she hoped he would stick around longer than he had anticipated to. Right now, it felt good to have his arms wrapped around her as she cried in relief for the girls being ok. If she had lost them! If they hadn't been found! Oh, how she was grateful.

"Harry" Ginny sniffled, "There's something I need to tell you".

He smiled at her, hoping that it was what he wanted to hear. She looked away for a moment, as though wondering how to tell him the truth. He tilted her chin up at him, looking deep into her eyes.

"Ginny, if there's something you need to tell me, please just tell me. I know I can take it, and I'll be here no matter what." He wasn't lying.

"Well…." She trailed off, but then continued.

"You remember that one night a long time ago, after the ball? Well, we were careful I know, but not careful enough I suppose…."

Harry paled. No, he thought. What she was saying could NOT, in any way, be true.

"So…you mean the girls….are mine?" he said slowly.

She nodded, trying not to cry.

"Oh God Ginny."

"What? What is it? I'm sorry I should have told you sooner! It's my fault, oh I'm so sorry!"

"No, that's not it Ginny. That's not it at all. It's just I'm so surprised myself…."

And not to mention the fact that the girls attempted kidnapping was all his idea.

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