A/N: Hello all! Enjoy this new chapter. Trust me the funny stuff is comming soon. Just wait.

Dislaimer: Not mine.


After everyone had gotten over the shock of Dumbledore's murder, the reality had sunk in. The Death Eaters attacked the Burrow, our home, our shelter. They had just started the war and we would have to live, no fight, our way through it.

Mere minutes later, the Ministry appeared. Mum turned to me with concern, shock, and sorrow plastered across her face.

"Come on, we're going inside," she ordered as she gathered the rest of her children. Fred, George, and I filed inside without any argument. Mum mumbled to herself as she bustled around the kitchen to busy herself. I seated myself on the stairs, rested my head in my hand, and watched my mother start to cook. After a few minutes, she paused with a pan and a spatula in her hand. "Where's Harry, Ron, and Hermione?" Mother questioned with her brows furrowed.

"Harry left. He broke up with me and left last night," The words spilled uncontrollably from my mouth like vomit. "He wrote me a note, but I woke up when he was leaving it. He said he was sorry, handed me the note, and left on his broom. I figured that Ron and Hermione followed him when I found out they were gone this morning." My voice cracked on my last word. The flood gates opened, tears fell freely down my freckled face.

"ARTHUR!" Mum screech before she dropped the pan and spatula with a loud clunk. Mum bustled over to my spot on the stairs, sat down, and enveloped me in a hug. I rested my head on her chest as she ran her hand across my back soothingly. "Shh...It's going to be okay," she hushed as I bawled.

"What?! What's the matter?!" Dad asked, panicked with his wand drawn.

"Harry left last night, Ronald and Hermione followed him," Mum informed Dad. Instantly, he glanced over to the clock perched on the shelf.

"Merlin help us," Dad pled just above a whisper. I pulled myself away from the comfort of my mother and looked at my father. His face was as pale as a ghost. I dashed over to the clock to see what was wrong.

My eyes widened at the position of all nine of the hands on the clock. We were all pointing to mortal peril.

"Ginny!" Julia snapped at me. I shook myself out of the memory. Of my knowledge, all of the hands on that clock still pointed to mortal peril.

"Huh?" I mumbled.

"You've really been out of it."

"Yeah, I can't study anymore. I better get to dinner soon. I have that detention that Puter gave me yesterday tonight."

"Alright, I'll clean up and see you down there." Julia pulled herself out of the squishy chair in the common room and began to gather all of our notes.

Without a look back I exited to Gryffindor Tower mindlessly. My feet carried me without me realizing where I was going.

I was rounding a corner when I caught a mess of black hair. I halted my journey to food and stared at the person. His emerald eyes twinkled as he waved me to follow. Curiously, I followed him.

"Harry…" I whispered softly as I caught up and he grabbed my hand. We slowed as we reached the tapestry in front of the hidden passageway we used to snog in last year. Harry dropped my hand and ducked behind the tapestry.

I paused briefly before following him. I entered the passage to find it completely empty. My heart sank as I realized that I was never really following him.

I lowered myself to the floor. I propped up my knees and rested my head on top. I let out a long, sad, sigh. I had to get over Harry. I needed to move on but it was going to be impossible if I kept seeing him everywhere. I've seen him in the Great Hall, common room, class rooms, and even in the girls' loo. If he had to leave me, I wished that he would have taken my memories with him.

"Ginny?" I lifted my head to find the source that called my name. I found Neville kneeling down next to me. He reached out hesitantly and touched my shoulder. "Are you alright?" he inquired with his voice full of concern.

"No, I'm half left," I responded jokingly. Neville cracked a smile after a moment of thinking.

"Seriously Ginny, are you okay?"

"Yeah Neville, I'm fine," I reassured him. Neville stood up and held out his hand. I grabbed it and he yanked me up.

"Good. Let's get to dinner before it's all gone." We walked side by side in silence, through the empty halls of Hogwarts. Our footsteps echoed off the stone walls, bouncing back to us. Just before we reached the Great Hall I looked up to Neville.

"When did you get so tall?" I questioned looking at his face with my head tilted all the way up. Neville burst into laughter.

"What kind of question is that?"

"A perfectly good question," I replied slightly irritated." I don't remember you being this tall last year."

"I don't know," He laughed. I shoved him playfully before we entered the Great Hall.

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My footsteps echoed though the empty hall. I walked silently by myself to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. I took a deep breath as I approached the classroom door. Just as I raised my fist to knock the door swung open.

"Just on time Miss Weasley," Puter sneered before leading me into the dark room.

The room was empty of the desks that normally sat in neat rows across the room. The scratched wood floor stretched out like a vast sea. Across the sea stood three Slytherins. One was a slender, blonde boy, with piercing gray eyes. I glared at Draco. On either side of him was his two brainless lackeys, Crabbe, and Goyle.

"What are they doing here?" I wondered.

"Ah, these are some students of mine that would like to get some extra practice for my class," Puter answered. She took a seat on top of her desk and crossed her legs, one right over the other. "and you will be helping them for your detention."

"What, so we're going to duel?"

"Not exactly. Hand me you wand Weasley," Puter answered. A rush of horror and confusion waved over me. She wanted me defenseless. "Now Weasley!"

I groped around my robes, fumbling for my wand. With my hand shaking slightly I placed my wand in her outstretched hand. Professor Puter pocketed my wand and started to inform me about dark curses that they covered in her class. They cut, burned, whipped, and plain old tortured the target.

My heart thumped rapidly in my chest as I realized what they my detention entitled. My breath caught in my chest. I slowly moved backwards.

"You will be released when I see fit," The Professor declared. The candles flickered making the shadows dance against the walls. They tauntingly grew and stretched out. The edges of the shadows reached out seeming to have no end.

After a nod from the professor, the Slytherins started to approach me. With every step they took I took one back. I needed to escape. There was no way I was going to be able to leave this unbroken. I could dash for the door, or break through the window behind me. If worse came to worst, I'd have to fight back and stay alive without magic.

Only a couple meters stood between us. My legs seemed to move on their own. I sprinted towards the solid wood door to the left of me.

"Get her!" Puter screeched as she leapt off her desk. My body was shaking with adrenaline flowing rapidly through my veins.

"Crucio!" someone shouted. My knees buckled. I crashed to the floor in a loud thunk. Extreme pain bolted through every inch of me. I screeched like a banshee until they lifted the curse.

"You shouldn't have done that," Puter scolded. I turned my head and glared daggers at the woman. I was panting for breath. I climbed back up from the floor. I gulped, lifted my head as high as I could, and summed up all the Gryffindor courage that I could.

Each of my fellow students raised their wands. Defenseless, I faced three wands that could take my life and spat at their owners' feet. My blood traitor saliva landed on the tip of Draco's shiny black shoe. Suddenly, I got hit by a curse that felt like I was getting rammed by an angry hippogriff. The air flew out of my lungs as I tumbled to the ground.

As I was down they kept on coming, one after another. All I could do was hold back tears of pain. It felt like an eternity as they freely tortured me. My head felt light; I could barely hold my eyes open.

"That's enough," The professor finally declared. The trio of Slytherins exited the room. I was left with Puter alone. She tossed my wand on the ground. It rolled over to me. I loosely gripped the wand in my sore hand. I stumbled getting up. I was dizzy and light headed. My feet fell over each other and I crashed into Puter. She fell to the floor. Her robe twisted and she struggled to get out from under me. My eyes darted to the tattoo on her arm. A black skull and serpent poked out from under her left sleeve. My eyes grew wide in awe.

"Sorry Professor," I mumbled as I got up a quick as I could. She shoved her sleeve down and sneered at me. Professor Puter glared at me before getting back up and taking 600 points from Gryffindor. I left the Death Eater alone and left

I stopped breathing outside of the classroom door as I realized what was happening. I needed to find McGonagall.

I ran through the vast halls as fast as my bleeding and broken body could, until I found the portrait of some famous wizard I couldn't remember.

"Can I please talk to Professor McGonagall?" I asked the portrait.

"No, she is not taking any visitors," the portrait responded.

"What? I need to talk to her."

"I don't care. I am not opening." I glared at the stubborn portrait. I took my fist and started knocking on the portrait. "Stop that! It hurts!" The portrait shouted at me. Less than a minute later the portrait swung open and McGonagall stood before me.

"What is so important Miss Weasley?" McGonagall demanded. She did a double take when she looked at me. Her lips pursed into a tight line.

"Why are Death Eaters in Hogwarts?" I inquired the professor. Her eyes widened at me.

"How do you know that?"

"I saw Professor Puter's mark," I spoke softly. McGonagall's lips pursed again.

"These are circumstances I cannot control," McGonagall spoke after a moment of silence. Her voice was just a faint whisper. "You-Know-Who is on his way to taking over the ministry and Hogwarts was just his first stop. I cannot stress how much you and the other students need to behave and to be safe. I want the school to stay open for as long as possible. It won't be long before students slowly end up going home."

"I need to ask you one more thing Professor," I paused and waited for her to nod before continuing. "Are Voldemort and more Death Eaters the 'special guests' ?"

"Yes Miss Weasley, I don't know when or for how long but yes."

I felt a rush of overwhelming terror flood over me as she spoke those words.


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