A/N: I didn't send this to my beta yet. Honestly, I'm a little too lazy to send it to her right now, and I feel bad about my lack of update. This isn't exactly how I wanted this chapter to be but I can't seem to have it work any other way. I'm not very happy with it. But, here it is. I'll re-post once I get it beta'd.

Diclaimer: As always not mine.


"Madame Pompfy !" I screeched out all my might. A passed out Neville leaned heavily on my shoulder. He and I had by chance earned a detention with the DADA professor on the same night. I had stubbornly refused to curse a sobbing house elf. So now I was banging down the Hospital Wing door carrying an unconscious Neville. It was the very least I could do after what he did for me……

My heart pounded so wildly in my ears as I stood frozen in the middle Professor Puter's classroom, that I could barely hear the curse being shouted from the owner of the wand pointed at me. I squeezed my eyes shut as I prepared for the painful blow, but I never felt it come.

I gradually opened my eyes to take in my surroundings. I became overwhelmed as my senses and emotions swirled madly around me. The bizarre laughter of students who attacked us for extra credit and Neville's earsplitting scream blended together into an odd song. I glanced down to find Neville on the floor in front of me. I dropped to my knees to try to help him up.

"Looks like your little boyfriend's trying to save your from some pain," Puter mocked. My heart panged at the concept. Neville leaned on my arm to upright himself. He defiantly positioned himself in front of me even as I tried my hardest to push him out of the way….

I staggered under Neville's weight. With a mighty grunt I heaved him more upright. He had stubbornly blocked me from receiving majority of any spells.

"Madame Pompfy! " I screeched once more before I began to kick at the door in fury. I heard scuttled footsteps rush to the door.

"Miss. Weasley, what are you doing out of bed?" Madame Pompfy questioned after she cracked the door open. Her long gray hair was loose and a robe was hastily thrown over her pajamas.

"Neville-"I grunted as I attempted to move the boy. "He's hurt." Madame Pompfy gasped as she looked Neville over. There was no way you could deny that he looked horrific. His skin was so pale that you could almost see every thin blue vein pumping beneath his skin. The dark shadow of a bruise already had begun to reveal itself against his jawbone. Her eyes widened as she saw a diminutive pool of blood on the floor. A thin but steady stream of crimson liquid, we both knew was blood, flowed from somewhere under his sleeve, down his arm, and dripped off his hand, onto his floor. Madame Pompfy sighed before opening the door more.

"I was hoping that-"She began before abruptly stopping. "Oh, hello there Severus." I froze instantly in me spot. I glanced at our new headmaster.

"I'm certain you remember what you were instructed to do," Snape sneered looking down at us.

"Of course I do Severus. I was just going to tell them that I am unable to help."

"Good," Snape responded before glancing back at Neville and I. " You helping them Poppy, would be like trying to teach trolls ballet, impossible." Madame Pompfry stared at Snape for a moment in confusion before something flashed through her mind. Her facial expression went from confused, to completely serious.

"Yes, like trying to teach trolls ballet," She responding with her tired gray eyes locked on me. She curtly nodded before shutting the door. My jaw dropped in shock. It was hard for me to believe that I was just turned down for help.

"Its almost curfew Miss. Weasley. You would want another detention. You might have to teach trolls ballet for a punishment." The headmaster bid us goodbye.

"What is with the teaching trolls ballet !" I cried out in frustration.

My arms ached from holding Neville up. I just about smacked myself when I realized that I could levitate him. I lowered Neville down to the floor and took out my wand. With a swish and a flick of my wand Neville was in the air.

I was half way to the Gryffindor tower when I realized what they meant by trolls teaching ballet. I froze in my steps with a floating Neville behind me. I turned around and headed over to the familiar tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.

I headed down the hall, thinking hard to myself, dragging a floating Neville behind me. I repeated over and over in my head that I needed a place to get help for Neville and to be safe. I finished pacing the all three times and watched as small door appeared. I cautiously opened at door and brought Neville in with me.

A shocked gasp got caught in my throat as I took in the sight around me. The small room was fairly empty. To the far right was a single cot, opposite of the cot was a large cabinet the took up majority of the wall. In the center of the wall, opposite of the door was a large portrait. Gently as I could, I placed Neville down onto the cot.

With a determined stride I headed over to the large cabinet, that I presumed had medical supplies inside. I carefully placed my hand over the brass knob and unlatched the door. The hefty doors sung open to revel dozens of various medical supplies lined in painstakingly exact row. I scanned over the bottles and boxes, trying in vain to figure out what to do.

"I don't know what to do with these," I shouted as I slammed the cabinet doors shut. "I thought this room was supposed to be helpful!" The doors crashed back into the cabinet. The cupboard shook vehemently and I heard a crash come from behind me. I spun around to find the portrait on the ground. I dashed over to pick it up. The portrait was of a little blonde girl that stared back at me with a sweet blank look. I lifted my gaze by to the wall to place it back in its place with a noticed a hole in the wall. It was slightly smaller than the portrait and was placed exactly where the portrait of the little girl was. I stuck my head in the whole to find that it went on for a while before it got larger and dropped down. Curiosity got the better of me. I lit my wand and climbed through the hole.

The stone was icy beneath my bare hands as I crawled through by the glow of my wand. I sighed gratefully when the tunnel grew to a height where I could comfortably stand. I descended a few steps and hope with all my might I wasn't being lead into Voldermort's secret lair or something equally horrifying. I continued though the tunnel as it began to become smaller and resemble the end I entered. I came to a small door without a handle. I push gently on the door. It cracked open slightly to reveal a small slit of light on the bottom before swinging shut again. I pushed one more time and stuck my hand through the slot of light. I lifted the door away stuck my head out of the hole.

I came to see a small living room with a roaring fire and an arm chair. I place the door down on the table beneath the hole. I saw that the door was really an identical match to the portrait in the room of requirement.

"Who are you ?!" the an enraged voice shouted at me. I looked up from the portrait to find the owner of Hog Head staring furiously at me. Hi bright blue eyes stared accusingly at me from behind his glasses.

"Ginny Weasly. I need you help sir," I answered the man. His face went from a look of anger to one of confusion. "Do you know anything about healing?"

"Yes but why would that matter ?"

"My friend was attacked. He's hurt."

"Aren't you from Hogwarts? The nurse there could help you," he answered. I looked at the man with pleading eyes.

"She was instructed not to help. Please sir, I don't know what to do." He sighed heavily before picking the portrait up and gently placing it on the armchair.

"Well get out here so you can turn around, I can get in and we can go." I beamed at the man. Before hopping out. The elderly man climbed in and I followed right after. I lead the man through the tunnel and right into the room of requirement.

"I'm Aberforth," he declared once we entered the room of requirement.

"Thanks for the help, Aberforth," I replied as I showed him Neville. He spent several minutes sighing to himself as he looked the boy over. Aberforth waved his wand several times over Neville, muttering spells to himself. I gasped to myself as Neville's eyes fluttered open.

"There's not much else I know can do," Aberforth grunted. I resisted the urge to hug the grumpy man who quite frankly resembled a goat. He turned to the now conscious Neville, "You boy need to stay and rest. No good it will do you to get beat like this again. You need to heal." Neville started to protest but with one sharp look from the older man he shut up. "You can come back in the morning to get some food and water for him."

I bid him goodbye as he crawled back through the tunnel.

I sighed softly and plopped down on the floor next to Neville. The severity of the situation we were unwillingly thrown in everyday had smacked me like a possessed bludger. I never wanted to give up and go home more than I did at that moment. But being the stubborn Weasley that I was, I didn't allow myself.

I watched Neville drift off in to a drug induced sleep in silence. I knew that there had to be something that I could do. I ran my hand through my hair as I mused over possibilities. My flamboyant red hair cascaded down to fall in front of my face, impeding my vision.

"Aha!" I exclaimed to myself as I flashed back to something Neville had said a couple weeks ago….

"Look around Ginny. There isn't a person here who isn't smiling," Neville stated bluntly. "Anyway I have an idea," he whispered softly to me. "We should bring the DA back.""Are you sure that's a good idea?" I whispered back."Yeah, it would be our fight against them," he leaned his head towards Voldmort and his followers.

I knew what I had to do. I just needed some help to get started.