I do not own Harry Potter and please read the rest of the note from chapter 1

Svana...- Honesty is good and I do not mind you telling me. My peeve is when people just sound like a patronizing rude as all get out ass, or threaten me, believe me I have had and am still getting both... There is something that those people need to learn as you have done so eloquently.

It's called TACT!

SaWa-san...-Just go to my profile page hun...its posted right there.

Fibinaci...- Why wasn't Fleur's magic a match unlike Ginny's? Families in cases of transplants, of any kind have been able to do donate organs if need be such as kidneys to others in their family.

But most of the time, they find they can not simply because their blood, or something within them was not compatible. For if they were donate, it would make no difference as the said organ would become useless as over time it would be rejected. For the organ would have been treated like an invader...

So Fleur and Gabrielle may be related and such. But Fleur's magic would have rejected the baby...

Ginny's theme song is Human by the band the Human League. Said song and video can be found on youtube. I do have an account there where you can listen to it under the same name here Alysia Storms...

I do have an announcement to make which will throw my updating out of whack a bit. I'M MOVING! Don't worry I will still have my puter and all. But I am moving guys and gals. It's only a little bit from where I am now, but nevertheless...just to let you guys know I am.

Chapter 55

Prison?

Ginny awakened to find herself in Azkaban and awaiting the kiss of any Dementor that remained there. Instead she finds herself looking at pale green colored walls and paintings of landscapes. Confused and wondering what was going on, as this was not her apartment, nor any place she recognized at first, the young woman was startled as a door opened behind her.

Turning around, the young woman gave a small sound of distress as someone she never expected to see stepped through the door.

"Ron..."

"Hello Ginny."

Staring into the eyes of her elder brother, Ginny is stunned as a slap resounds across her cheek. Looking up into the angry brown eyes of her brother, the young woman is pulled up into a desperate hug only seconds later as if to be sure she was even there.

"Where have you been? And why...why were you with the Death Eaters?!"

Not really able to say anything, it was at that moment that Harry had come in. The red headed woman finds herself shivering somewhat in fear, as green eyes that once stared at her with warmth. Were now cold with anger and bitterness...

"He asks a valid question Ginny." The dark haired man quietly. "I want to know why as well? Why were you with the Death Eaters?"

Turning around to look out the window, she manages to avoid the stares of Harry and her brother Ron, and all this time she says nothing.

Not one single word...

It is then that she hears a sigh of anger and frustration as Harry turns and walks away. She knows it is him, through the reflection his stance has in the window. Instinctively, she finds herself touching the retreating image, which says something quietly to Ron.

Although her older brother seems to be reluctant, he nods his head in acceptance...

"Ginny, Bill is on his way at the moment to tell Mum and Dad, where you were when you were found."

"Please don't Ron!"

"Why not?" The young man replied. His singular question was so honest and forthright to the point. That the young woman starts to answer but finds she can not. Instead, out of what has become a more recent habit, she rubs the spot where the dark mark resides. As if to will it off her body...

"Just please don't Ron..."

"Ginny, it's already being done." Ron said quietly. "You are lucky, that Harry's wife did what had done before he knew you were out there."

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked.

"Harry's wife...the woman who died was pregnant Ginny." Ron responded gently and yet with a pained anguish. "For that alone, Harry wants to kill you... and the problem is neither me nor Bill can really blame him. We do love you Ginny, it's just..."

"I see..." She whispered. "You don't want to risk alienating him again."

"It's not that Ginny...God. Put yourself in his shoes! He is finally getting back into his life and was happy. Despite everything he was happy and from what he had told me in his letters. It was thanks to her Ginny...it was thanks to Gabrielle Delacourt, she was there for him after what we did! After what we all did to him sans Remus! She listened! She believed! She trusted! And you and your new friends took her away! You may not have done the actual deed but you did Ginny!"

"But what has that got to do with me?" She screamed. Her own confusion evident, it is a tense silence between the two siblings that is a result of this series of statements. Ones that speak truth...

In more ways then one...

Sighing as he is still confused and frustrated, he tells her what she wants to know. His words slow and steady, Ginny raises her hands to her mouth as she looks down at her belly. A belly that although flat at the moment, over time will give birth to a baby that is not hers...

But after what Gabrielle, Harry's wife had done...

In a sense will be.

"Now do you understand at the moment, why you are not only alive, but Bill is on his way to tell Mum and Dad?" Ron whispered. "You were the only one, according to what Fleur explained whose magic could keep Harry and Gabrielle's child alive. The baby is the only reason why he hasn't gone ballistic and killed you. And the baby is also the reason why he hasn't thrown you to the Aurors for trial."

That said, Ron leaves her room, at the moment Tonks comes in. The auror looking at her with a mixture of disappointment and care, she proceeds to place a tray down with food and two potions for the young woman to take.

"Tonks I..."

"Don't Ginny..." The auror replied quietly. "Right now, I'm just here to get you back to normal and to help you with the baby. Either myself or Fleur will check on you routinely, when Madam Pomphrey can't get free." The metamorphagus said softly.

"Tonks..."

"Ginny, don't...just don't. I'm supposed to tell you, that this is to be your room and that if you choose to leave it for anything, Marie will be your escort." The auror stated as a smaller woman steps out from behind. Short dark hair and an elfish look to her body and features, one would be hard pressed not to notice the deadly intent in her stance.

Or the predatory glare from her blue flecked amber eyes...

"I see...I am a prisoner then?"

Saying nothing and just nodding her head, Tonks and the shifter walk out of the room. The hurt evident on the witch's features as she had thought she knew this young woman. Despite the fact that Draco had told her, ages ago, she had never really believed it. I mean this young woman was someone whom she had hoped would take after her...

Someone who would enjoy life so much that she would wish to protect it... Much like how Madame Bones inspired her to be what she became.

But when she disappeared, well Tonks was heartbroken. Which causes her to stop even now, for if they had believed...

Ginny would be happy and probably learning under Tonks and Madame Bones. She might even have been married to Harry as many in the order had speculated. The relationship between the two of them had been close.

Now she wonders, and can't help but be afraid to get close to the young woman for one main reason. Harry Potter himself...

He was already not taking the loss of Gabrielle not to well. According to Isabelle, the older woman finds herself singing him to sleep often. The nightmares since Gabrielle's death have once again returned with a vengeance for Harry. Memories of the time in Azkaban that had not shown before were showing now with alarming speed.

It was like her death had broken a seal that had kept the bad dreams away for the young man. Gabrielle did so much... The savior of the Wizarding world had succeeded in what he had done on his return only because of her.

Pausing for a moment as she runs into Remus, the wolf looks at his pity with the same gaze that she holds. One of extreme worry and hope...

"Do you think...he will want to leave us again?" Tonks whispered. "Despite everything, do you think he will regress?"

Taking her in his arms, the wolf mourns still for the loss of its young cub's mate. The little bird had been sweet and ever so kind and loving to its cubling, which the wolf knew was the cause of his returning to them all with time and patience on his own. But still, with her loss, it still will run deep and hard.

As much as the loss of its Stag and Flower pride mates had done that fateful day.

"All we can do is give him time Dora...time..." Remus whispered. "In the mean time we must get going. Harry wants us to come with him to see Albus."

"Why?"

"Albus has something he wishes to tell Harry, according to Bill. Knowing of Ron's tentative communication with Harry, Albus felt it was prudent to go through him and Bill rather then try and contact us directly, Fleur is right now tending to Pig who delivered the message to Ron." Remus chuckled wryly.

Smiling at the thought of the little hyperactive owl, that despite its age flies even more in a tizzy then ever, the auror follows her beloved wolf to where Harry waits. Together the three of them apparate out of the house, along with Isabelle...

Alexandre and Fleur remaining behind with the wolves, to not only protect but to keep an eye on their 'guest'. She was as of right now, the container to the key of Harry's sanity.

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Elsewhere...

Voldemort was a mixture of two things. Although he can not break through this seemingly impenetrable wall that Potter had between them, he knew from the darkness of it, that the youth was not happy.

That is what thrilled him to no end. However losing Nagini? That was a problem...

She was one of his Horcruxes. With her dead, that proves another one is gone and this time he can not blame that damn order for it. Ever since that brat had disappeared that first time after his little play had ended. He was steadily losing them all one by one, thanks to the old coot.

He knows for a fact, that Dumbledore has the ring, and possibly the locket. But by this alone, the shield, diadem and cup are safe. Potter probably doesn't even know what he has within his own home...

Chuckling mirthlessly over that, he sends out another crucio to a new pet of his that the Dean Thomas had delivered for him to torture. He had hoped it would be one of Potter's companions. But this one would do in a pinch for now...

Shivering in fear, Cormac McClaggen wonders what he had done in this lifetime to merit such painful tortures.

In the meantime as they are forced to watch Draco looks to Snape, with worry in his gaze. Having heard that Ginny was captured only moments before, the subsequent ripping apart of Nagini by spells and wolves, the young Lord Malfoy was pensive to say the least.

He knew Harry from before, and knew how Harry had reacted. How he had felt at the death of his godfather Sirius Black. It was no secret to the Wizarding world, which it was at his death that many had thought he had snapped and killed people. When in fact he had not done such a thing...

Despite the destruction he had caused for some odd reason in Hogwarts, Harry was no willing killer back then. Draco and his godfather Snape knew the youth better probably then most in Hogwarts did.

There had been times when both men had something to the golden boy that would merit revenge of some sort against them from the youth. The snake incident from his second year, nearly destroyed Harry's life in their second year was thanks to Draco. And the Occulemency lessons before the death of Black?

Well needless to say even Snape remembers how bad that was...

At the moment, they were worried about Ginny. The young woman had made things bearable amongst the Death Eaters for both men. Even Voldemort himself, when he had heard of her capture was angry a little bit. For she had been something that had kept a certain member of his inner circle occupied with her mere presence.

Now?

That might prove difficult. Already Dean was asking to collect more muggles and experiment on their minds. He expressed his hopes and his desires to create new and more improved tortures upon them. He also hoped to somehow find a way to break Bellatrix out of her induced coma/torture from Harry and his fire.

Fire...that was one thing that Voldemort was still angry about... Once again at the battle in Godric's Hollow, the flame re-emerged from around him. Acting as a living shield many of the hexes bounced off the fire or ended up absorbed by them. In fact they even according to reports seem to spread to those shifters that were now on Harry's side.

Although he was smug that he had won, and that he with his presence had drawn them out. What those that survived the attacks had stated, each swipe of those claws from these wolves was like fire.

It burned...

In fact, among those who survived it felt like the way Harry had purified him out of his former minion Professor Quirrel all those years ago. This made him thoughtful... Supposedly according to his minions then, Voldemort believed it was love, it was the love of Potter's mudblood mother that protected him. Now he begins to wonder...was it something else? The rumors and his own little spies in the order tell him, that Potter is supposedly a phoenix Animagus according to what Dumbledore as well as the others believe.

Knowing that is impossible to be a magical Animagus, he finds himself thinking. This was also that annoying brat Potter he is wondering about. That same brat who at the age of 1 and a half deflected a killing curse...

"Snape!"

"Yes, my Lord..."

"Find me any and all information on the life and habits of phoenixes..." He demanded. "And take Draco with you. Between the both of you, you better not fail me."

"Yes, Lord Voldemort." Malfoy whispered.

"And Malfoy..."

"Yes my Lord...?"

"Crucio!" Voldemort stated with a smile on his face. "I do so miss hearing your screams. It brings back memories after all, of your inadequate father..."

Wincing as Voldemort releases the curse; Draco walks away and out of sight before collapsing into the arms of his godfather. "Bringing him pets may not be enough soon, to keep him from us..."

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Smiles happily as she wanders off to spend time packing and with a man she recently met...