Chapter – 3

Convergence

"Hello, pretty," the soft drunken drawl snapped Ginny out of her trance.

Malfoy?

Here?

That too …drunk.

Fear ate at her, drunk Death-Eaters usually amounted to huge wars and numerous deaths.

Had there been another battle?

Why hadn't she been informed?

The pale hand on her wrist shook her roughly, "Are you listening to me?!" he demanded.

A burly bouncer made his way towards the two before Ginny quickly shook her head, "He's mine," she clarified.

"No I'm not,… I'm not hers either… I'm a Deaather." The pale blonde slumped on her shoulder, passed out.

"A what?" asked Holly, a cute blonde standing beside him.

Ginny shook her head ebony black hair spreading out at her waist, as she struggled to keep him up. "Take Simps for me, I need to take him…"

Dark brown eyes smiled, "Need is right… look at him." She said, her eyes roaming over classically elegant features to the hard toned chest exposed to his waist through the stylish nearly transparent shirt. "That man is oozing money…"

Yes, well Malfoy's usually are.

Red lips pursed to prevent the automatic retort. She moved slightly shifting her weight so that her right hand was free.

Poking the drunken figure slightly with her elm-wood wand, shrunken, and hidden in her short skirt, she muttered a weightlessness spell.

Immediately the burden of his weight diminished. Shooting a parting look at Holly she guided him up the stairs to her personal room.

Ginny practically shoved the drunken and now weightless figure on her work bed. She pulled out her wand again and restoring it to its full length decided to get to work, she unwarded the adjacent door which led to her personal quarters. Entering the small room, she got to work mugglizing it.

The report papers she had lying on the rickety table was transfigured into a "Vogue" magazine.

Family pictures into a makeup tip book.

All of her cloaks were transfigured into short skirts, tops and thongs.

The hidden potion cabinet turned into a medicine cabinet, while her stash of wizarding currency was turned into pounds.

Lastly she shrunk her wand and hid it in a medicine vial before carefully placing it among the others.

She looked around herself. The chipped water basin, the toilet, the small singles bed the rickety table.

Just like it had been a year ago.

She reached under the basin and pulled out what seemed to be a gold galleon. She let her fingers run over the dates fixing it show it showed tomorrows instead. The galleon glowed for a second, and Ginny put it back in its hiding place.

She walked into the adjoining room closing the door quietly behind her.

The air rippling around the Hogwarts lake was charged with electricity as five Order soldier's apparated onto the now unprotected grounds of the ruins of Hogwarts.

The one of the tallest of the five motioned for them to, enter a small opening at the bottom of a tree, after diving down and stilling the wild branches by touching the nut at its base.

The four members followed.

Once inside, the group unmasked and waited as the female in their midst carefully warded the entrances.

"Well?" asked one of two identical red-heads.

The bushy haired female came sat down beside them. "Look I know you guy's have been searching for Ginny and I know that some of you at one level even think that she's dead."

All four of her companions winced as if it caused them physical pain to even think of such a thing.

The woman nodded understandably before going on, "Ron and I have been thinking about it too. And the reason I've called you here I because I think I may have figured out what 'happened' to her."

"Then shouldn't we be at Grimmauld Place figuring out how to save her with the rest of the Order…" asked the oldest of the lot.

But before she could answer his younger brother answered birch wand tapping on dragons hide boots, "Unless you don't want the order to know. Where's Ron?"

Smiling fondly at her Fiancé's name she, motioned for them to quiet down, "Ron is at headquarters making sure our absence isn't realized. We think she continued," silencing them as she continued, "That Ginny is under the fiddilus. We've been discreetly following and interrogating Harry for some time now and we think he knows more than he's letting on."

"Hermione are you trying to say," asked the other twin, "That Gin is on a mission and Harry's not telling us but why?"

Hermione started to answer but was cut off by Charlie's stricken face and broken voice as realization dawned, "The only undercover agents put under Fiddlus are those with new identities who are working in the inner circles, or those working for inner circles, the only female inner circle position is 'entertainment'."

It took a moment for the words to sink in but once they did Hermione was very glad she'd put up a silencing shield as well.

After letting it go on for a few moments and shouting to be heard in vain. She cast a silencing spell once again.

"Will you listen to me?!" she asked exasperated, "It is possible that none of this is true cause all of this is theory based we have no evidence whatsoever. None."

"Then where," asked Bill who had already removed her charm, "Did you even get the idea?"

"Your wife."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Fleur mentioned to me last week when talking about baby Felicia that Harry had been in need of a undercover agent last year and the only reason she didn't have to go was Felicia. She'd been with child and Harry had said she'd needn't go, then I started thinking, that was around the same time Ginny went missing the same time we started getting very top secret information from unknown sources like the attack on Rivendale in March or the extra werewolf forces in August and on and on and on." Her eyes bore into every other pair present, "Theoretically it all makes sense, the Order needed a female spy Ginny being the only pureblood available surrendered to her conscience. The Order lets all of us believe that she's MIA or dead to avoid any possible leaks, and with Harry's assurance that he's spent the last year looking for her we believe it. And would have continued to do so if it weren't for Fleur, and it wasn't just that, Severus let slip the other day at the meeting that Voldemort was very angry about Avery's death, at his foe's hands. The only person Voldemort deems worthy to be his foe is Harry. But Harry was supposedly in Derbyshire he was doing rounds with Ron."

Bill shook his head, "It still doesn't make any sense."

Hermione smiled, "Oh but it does, have any of you noticed Harry's hair style lately? His hair is shorter than ever and very unevenly cut as if," she said dramatically, "It were cut by an amateur, which I highly doubt cause Mrs. Weasley's been doing all his hair cuts since his second year and she is hardly an amateur, or at different times…"

Each of the freckled faces before her were marred with confusion as she said her voice barely comprehensible, "Polyjuice Potion. "

A/N: Um I know I know what's Hermione doing right? Well you'll find out …..um probably not soon though sorry!! Just a hint looks can be deceiving and I wanted to give a shout out to pychochc for pointing out the bro thing your right and I changed this chap a lot to address the prob….:P sorry!!

Neway for some reason whenever I type a website here it gets erased must be some rule thingy… But once again I know it's a controversial topic but even just talking about it will set some wheels turning.

Remember at least you have the liberty to vocalize your opinion, to help them by using a right they never had the privilege to have…much less use.

Please. Speak your mind before this hypocritical world silences you and forces you to lend a deaf ear to its terrors and blinds you to its injustice. Do what you can if it makes a difference to even one life isn't it enough?

Bring it up at dinner, at lunch, at debate classes anything just talk about it.

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