Ginny was the first to awake; she smiled, remembering last night. She now absolutely loved Hermione, as it had been her idea to sleep in the boys' room. She got out of bed and made sure everyone was asleep. They were.

She started to get dressed and was just about to pull her top over her head when Harry sat up.

Ginny gave a little scream and turned around, her back to Harry. Harry just grinned. Then a look of worry crossed his face.

"Where did you get that scratch, Ginny?" Harry asked as he got out of bed. Ginny stopped trying to pull her top over her head.

"What scratch?" Ginny asked, looking concerned.

"That massive one all the way down your back," Harry told her. She turned her head to look at him; she could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't joking. She twisted and tried to look down at her back, but couldn't.

Harry walked around to her and ran a finger down her back beside the cut. Ginny winced in pain.

That was what Ron saw when he first opened his eyes upon waking. He blinked in astonishment. "Potter, get your hands off my sister's—arghh! Ginny, get dressed!" he cried, waking Hermione.

Ginny, feeling something had better be done, told Hermione to meet her in their room and managed to finally get her top on.

Hermione ran into Ginny's room moments later with her shirt on backward and last night's trousers on inside out.

"Ginny, what's the matter? Why did Harry have his hand on your back—your bare back, might I add?" Hermione asked, rather worried.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. This morning I woke up early and started getting dressed when Harry woke up. I turned right around as I was only half dressed, and he just laughed. Then he went all serious and asked me where I got this great scratch from. I didn't know what he was talking about so he walked over and sort of stroked his finger down it, and—well, then I could feel it," Ginny told her friend.

"What scratch?" Hermione asked, looking confused.

Ginny turned her back on Hermione and pulled off her t-shirt. She heard Hermione gasp—and as Ginny greatly looked up to Hermione and respected her opinion, if Hermione thought it was bad, then it most assuredly was. Ginny began to get worried. She went over to her mirror and awkwardly turned to look at her back. She blanched upon seeing the angry red weal running across her back, dried blood at the edges.

"I would have felt that! I didn't do that last night—and I know it wasn't there the other day. My mum would have seen it when I went swimming," Ginny told Hermione.

"Well, shall we tell your mum, or maybe a brother?" Hermione asked

"I don't want to worry my mum. You and Harry have already seen it, so I might as well show Ron," Ginny said, and she walked back to the boys' bedroom.

The boys were in the middle of getting dressed when the two girls rushed in.

"Arghh! Ginny, Hermione—get out!" Harry cried.

"Wow. Who was it ten minutes ago standing by my side when I was half dressed? You didn't seem to mind then, Harry," Ginny said indignantly.

"Well, I mind, so go—now!" Ron shouted at his sister and girlfriend.

"Ron, I've seen you in the shower before today. Really." Ginny chuckled.

"Yeah, I have, too," Hermione said. Ginny gave her a look that plainly said "I'll ask you later."

The boys pulled the rest of their clothes on, and Ron asked what the problem was.

"This," Ginny told him. She pulled her shirt off yet again and showed him the scratch that ran across most of her back.

"Ouch. When did you do that?" Ron asked his sister, wincing. "Is that what you were looking at this morning, Harry?"

Harry nodded and Ginny continued.

"It wasn't there last night. I know it wasn't," she told them.

"Ron, I have an idea. Hermione, would you leave Ron and me for a moment?" Harry asked.

Hermione didn't look happy at this but, after all, they were trained in healing, unlike her. She was only just practising to be a Healer. She went to sit in Ginny's room whilst the lads tried to figure out what to do for Ginny.

I'm really going to get them back for not doing their dare last night, she thought with a grin.

"Ginny, tell us what you dreamed about last night," Harry said.

Ginny looked startled. Why the hell did Harry want to know what she'd dreamed about?

"Well, I dreamt that I—I—well, I can't really remember," she said. That worried her; just a little while ago she had still remembered what her dream was about this morning, as it was the dream that had woken her up.

Harry and Ron looked puzzled; then Harry's expression changed, and it looked like he was asking Ron something.

"Harry, you're a Legilimens, aren't you? Well, I'm sure Ginny wouldn't mind if you tried to pull the dream out of her memory," Ron whispered to his friend. But he wasn't quiet enough.

"Oh yeah, sure, Harry, I wouldn't mind you poking around in my private, personal thoughts," Ginny retorted sarcastically.

"There, it's settled, Harry—just read her mind," Ron practically shouted, relieved that it could be handled so easily.

Harry just rolled his eyes and sent Ginny an apologetic look. She nodded. Suddenly she felt an odd sensation, like a breeze rushing though her brain.

This must be what it's like to have your mind read, Ginny thought to herself.

In a few minutes, Harry appeared to have finished. He straightened up and said, "Well basically it seems you dreamt that Voldemort captured you and tortured you—turned you into a Death Eater and gave you the tattoo—if we can call it that—on your back. Oh yeah, and he made Draco Malfoy push you out of a tree…and you hit—every—branch—going—down." He said the last five words slowly, a look of realisation dawning upon his face.

"Ginny, give me your left arm," Ron demanded.

Ginny, who still didn't have her t-shirt on and had been holding her arms in front of her chest to hide her breasts from the boys' view, hastily grabbed one of Ron's sport vests and slipped it on, then held out her left arm. To the relief of all of them, there was nothing on it.

"Hermione, come here, please," Harry bellowed through the hall.

Hermione heard him and came running instantly. "What's up?" she asked. She had been sitting in her and Ginny's room, trying in vain to remember any of the eavesdropping spells Fred and George had taught them.

"Can you perform a charm on Ginny—make any hidden marks and bruises show up?" Harry asked.

"Well—yes, but why?" Hermione was confused.

"Just do it and you'll soon find out," Harry told her.

Hermione thought for a moment and then, with a little nod, cast a muttered spell. Ginny suddenly gasped in pain. Sure enough, there upon her left forearm a faint Dark Mark appeared. All four of them stared, appalled, at the terrible sight.

"Ginny, what have you done?" Hermione cried.

"It wasn't her—it was Voldemort," Harry said.

Harry then went on to tell Hermione about Ginny's dream, since she'd missed out on that part. Hermione was horrified and ran over to Ginny and hugged her—Harry was sure he heard Ginny's ribs crack under the pressure. Ginny was crying, Ron looked murderous, and Harry—well, Harry knew without a doubt that Voldemort had to go.