Chapter 6

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Ginny's PoV:

Mom and Dad had been having many whispered conversations lately, even more than usual.

All I could figure out was that there was some important Order business, but there was something that dad had said.

"They hid her in the school?"

I had no idea who was being talked about, but the only school that they could possibly be talking about was Hogwarts.

I looked at Harry, who was deep in thought with a very puzzled expression on his face. I shook him a few times, and he snapped out of it.

As we walked upstairs, I asked him if he had any way of seeing who was in the school. (Fred and George had told me about their map, and how to use it if needed.

He suddenly tensed up a little bit and blandly stated, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Okay," I replied, "then I guess Fred and George still have their map."

"You know about the Marauders Map?"

"No," I shot back sarcastically, "I mean, it's not like Fred and George told me about everything they ever did at Hogwarts, including what they used to do it. Anyway, can I look at it tonight? I need to check something."

"Er, I guess so." Harry answered, completely clueless. "It's in my room."

I smiled at him as I ran up the stairs, watching him go up farther to Ron's room. I tore into Fred and George's room, and immediately started to look for the map.

It was under a stack of robes in Harry's trunk and I grabbed it and sat on one of the beds.

Tapping my wand to the parchment, I whispered, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

The map unfolded and I scanned it, looking for anything different about the castles' inhabitants. Finally, in a small room on the east wing of the second floor I found it.

Dumbledore, McGonagall, Tonks, Kingsley and Moody were standing in a semi-circle around another person.

Annabeth Chase.

Annabeth's PoV:

When the world came back to focus, I felt like I had just been squeezed through a tube.

I swayed as I looked around the room.

It was small, dimly lit, with brown walls, a desk against a wall, and a huge bookshelf. There were also a few chairs and one door.

The purple haired woman led me to a chair in the corner of the room and I sat. "The others will be here in a minute," she said, turning towards the door.

Sure enough, it opened and in walked Kingsley, the man from before who was missing body parts, an old woman who reminded me of my mother and the oldest-looking man that I had ever seen.

"Thank you, Tonks." The old man said softly.

They all walked in and stood around me. "Young lady, for your protection, we have no choice but to keep you here until it is safe." He continued, addressing me.

Okay, so I am stuck here. Wonderful.

"We will do everything in our power to get your friend back here safely."

"Where is he?" I asked.

"We do not want to scare you," the older woman started.

As if.

"But there is a very evil man who is trying to wipe out a whole population, the Muggle population, and he is after a boy who looks very much like your friend."

"Let me look for him," I shouted, "I need to get him back!"

"It is too dangerous for you." Kingsley stated plainly.

"And why is that? I don't care. I am going to look for him and you can't stop me."

I stood up, but the man with the fake eye growled, "Sit down! You are already in danger, and you don't have a choice."

He reached for his pocket, but the old man calmed him down, saying, "Please sit down. We do not wish to harm you, but we cannot take any chances."

I sat down, and pretended to be annoyed, and asked the question that was killing me, "And how can you do that?"

"Very easily answered. We are…" he was cut off by the strict looking woman.

"Albus! What are you doing?"

"Minevera, calm down. She deserves to know." He turned back to me. "As I was saying, we are wizards."

They all studied me for my reaction. I congratulated myself on my guess, while morphing my face into one of disbelief.

"Okay, so… what am I supposed to do in this place? Run by people who think they're wizards? Who kidnapped me?"

"Well, first of all, before we spill the rest of our secrets, we would greatly appreciate it if you could give us your name."

I didn't know what to say, so I decided to go with the truth. Even if I hadn't been telling the truth, I had a feeling that old man would've known if I was lying. "Chase, Annabeth Chase."

"Well then, Ms. Chase, you are currently at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for young wizards and witches in training. We do indeed think that we are wizards, and we have taken you here for your protection," explained Albus.

"But, what am I supposed to do here? Sit around all day? I can't do that! I'm ADHD!"

"Albus," whispered the older witch, Minevera, "She cannot join classes, nor can we allow any of the students to learn of her. Especially Potter."

"Potter." I said the name so suddenly that everyone whipped around to face me. "The people who attacked us yelled something. I think it was 'Give it up, Potter.'"

"Ms. Chase," Minevera started, "We believe the reason that you and your companion were assaulted was because of his distinct resemblance to a very important young wizard."

"Let me guess, it's this Potter person." I quipped sarcastically.

"Harry Potter is a student here, and a very inquisitive one at that," Albus replied. "He often acts without thinking, and it would spell catastrophe if any student, let alone Harry, found out about you."

"Rumors travel faster here than anywhere else," The now pink haired lady, Tonks, added.

"Until we can figure out a better arrangement, we will insist that you stay in this room at all times. It is equipped with everything that you might need, and we will have a house-elf come to bring you meals."

That came from Albus, of course.

"You must keep calm and remember that the Order is constantly working to save your friend." Kingsley reminded me in his deep voice.

"And lastly, please remember that the students arrive tomorrow night, do not do anything to call attention to this room," Finished Minevera.

Before I could say anything in reply, they all left, leaving me sitting in the chair. "Great!" I thought to myself, "Just great!"

I decided to see if I could explore, and I walked over to the door.

Locked.

I gave it a hard kick, and I heard the old wood groan. I kicked it again, harder and harder until it started to give.

I was about to bust open the door, when in through one of the walls came the ghost of a girl younger than I am.

Wait a minute.

Ghost?

Only Nico can do that…and he's not here right now.

Whaaaaaat?

"This isn't my bathroom," the ghost girl groaned, readjusting her glasses, which were also ghost-like. "And just who might you be?"

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