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The Brotherhood

A/N - Happy Easter everyone! Hope you got lots and lots of chocolate and jelly beans! ;)

Also, I am doing Script Frenzy all during April, but it isn't as exhaustingly difficult as NaNoWriMo, so I'll continue working on this story, but the chapters may come a little less often. Oh, and you might like to know that for Script Frenzy I'm writing a screenplay of this fanfiction. Of course, the script won't be complete until this fanfic is complete, but it is long enough right now that I can get 100 pages of script out of it and that is the goal.

~~~ Chapter Twenty-three ~~~

Harry looked around the room which had been provided for him when he had agreed to become a deatheater. Most of the people in the room who had witnessed it had been shocked, including Voldemort himself

Ginny was a good actor, Harry had to admit. It had seemed like she hadn't known he was going to make this choice, but then again, it was all part of the plan. No one could know the truth.

Harry took a quick shower and changed into a clean pair of clothes, which had been provided for him.

As he walked across the fairly large room to the bed, he rubbed his left arm. It was still very sore from the Dark Mark which had been placed on it, and he didn't like it at all. It made him feel dirty.

Wondering how Ginny was fairing with her part of the charade, Harry took off his glasses and sunk into the comfortable bed. He was weary of sleeping in Lord Voldemort's lair, but he supposed that this was the way things were now. He was officially a servant of the Dark Lord Voldemort.

~~~TB~~~

Dumbledore stared at Remus in shock and surprise present on his face. "He turned?" he asked softly.

Remus nodded, his expression pained. Beside him, Tonks covered her face with her hands, her hair turning a dull blue in her depression.

The usual twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes was very absent as he gazed upon the despairing couple.

"How is Sirius taking it?" Dumbledore asked.

Remus shook his head. "He's locked himself in his room, not eating or talking to anyone," Remus reported.

"And Ginny?" Dumbledore questioned.

"She has expressed wishes to be returned to her family. We planned to take her back home shortly after this meeting," Remus answered.

Dumbledore nodded, having expected this response.

The room was filled with a heavy silence that hung over them all, finally Tonks burst out, "What are we going to do about this? We can't just leave him there!"

Dumbledore frowned, "There is no way to get Harry back unless he comes to us, or we find Voldemort's headquarters, which is proving difficult. Severus has informed me that it is under the Fidelius? Charm and we won't be able to find it," he replied.

Remus sighed. "How could he do this? I never thought that he could do something like this. And why now? He was innocent of the crimes he was committed for, we know that much, but now he turns to Voldemort? It makes no sense," Remus muttered.

"Sometimes even the best of men can turn," Dumbledore stated.

Remus shook his head, not accepting that answer, but what other one was there?

~~~TB~~~

Molly Weasley was in the kitchen making dinner for her husband and son, Charlie, who was visiting from Romania, when there was a knock on the door. Looking up from her work, she wiped her hands on a dish towel and walked over to the door to pull it open.

Her eyes widened as she saw who was standing there. Tonks was there, standing behind Ginny. Ginny looked pale and like she had been crying and Tonks looked depressed herself.

"Ginny," Molly whispered before pulling her daughter into her arms. Over her daughter's head, she gave the auror a questioning look.

"She found that things were not as they seemed. She insisted on coming home," Tonks explained in a dull voice.

Molly gave Tonks a confused look but replied, "Thank you, Tonks," and pulled her daughter into the house before closing the door.

Ginny nestled into her mother's arms, feeling all the stress from being on the run and then captured by Voldemort and trying to keep Harry's secret away from everyone melt away and she felt like the young girl she actually was. At fifteen years old, she shouldn't have to deal with that kind of pressure.

Ginny let out a sob of relief and closed her eyes as she enjoyed the comforting embrace of her mother. She only wished that it could last longer, but after only a few moments, Molly pulled away from her daughter.

"Are you okay, Ginny?" Molly asked.

Ginny nodded mutely.

Molly stared at her daughter for a minute more before nodding again. "I'm glad. Why don't you get cleaned up for supper? Then you can go find Charlie, I think he's in the backyard," Molly suggest.

Ginny didn't say anything, but she left the room and went up the stairs to her bedroom to get cleaned up.

Molly stared after her, wondering what had happened to her daughter since she had run away from home. She knew the basics, she had left with Harry and Black and had been on the run with them for a while before going to Hogwarts and then leaving Hogwarts again to go back to Harry and Black. Now she just shows up here, upset and supposedly having found the truth.

She would have to talk to Ginny and get some details out of her.

A/N - Thanks for all the reviews, and I hope you keep them coming!