The Untold Story Of Harry and Ginny

Part 6

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Harry pulled the covers up so that they covered all of him except his arms and face.

"What are you two doing here?" Mrs. Weasley asked worried. Ginny tightened her robe. Then Molly looked over at Harry in a bed with his jeans on the floor. Molly's jaw dropped.

"Mum…" Ginny started trying to calm her mother down. It didn't work.

"You're not pregnant Ginny! You can't be pregnant!" Molly stressed.

"And there she goes…" Harry mumbled. No one heard him.

"Of course I'm not, mum!" said Ginny, "…but you wouldn't be happy even if I was?" Ginny added. Her mother ignored her.

"Harry you said you weren't going to look for Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley said. Harry wiped his hands around the bed until finally he found his glasses.

"I didn't look for her," Harry said and put his glasses on. "I already knew where she was." Mrs. Weasley looked confused.

"Okay, never mind that," Mrs. Weasley went on. "The real question is what were you doing sleeping together!?"

"Harry needed a place to sleep last night!" said Ginny.

"He could've slept at our house!" Mrs. Weasley pointed out.

"I told Mr. Weasley that I needed some time alone," harry said calmly.

"But you're here with Ginny!" Molly stressed and walked away from Ginny to Harry, or at least tried to. Ginny stopped her mother.

"I came here for the night, yes that's true…" said Harry. "But since I hadn't exactly made up for what I had done, I came here and we worked things out. All we did was sleep." Harry looked at Ginny and winked at her. Mrs. Weasley missed that. Ginny smiled at him and came over to him and sat down on the bed with him.

"Wait…Mrs. Weasley…" Harry started. Mrs. Weasley was a little relaxed.

"Yes?" she answered and came a bit closer to Harry.

"How did you know I was here?" he asked. Mrs. Weasley didn't answer. She just tensed.

"Come on, get your clothes back on and we'll go home," she said avoiding the question.

"And how did you know I said I wouldn't go looking for Ginny? I only told Mr. Weasley…" Harry continued.

"Get your clothes on both of you," she spat and left the room. Ginny quickly got up and locked it so they could get dressed.

"How did she know where we were?" Ginny asked and ran to Harry. He was standing up.

"I don't know," replied Harry. "But we should get dressed." The got dressed within two minutes, both looking back and trying to get glimpses of each other (they didn't succeed). Once they were done, Ginny gathered her things and they both headed to the door. Mrs. Weasley was standing outside of it. Then, suddenly she turned to them and grabbed Harry's hand and she pulled him down the hallway.

"What are you doing?" Ginny called.

"If the Dark Lord didn't want you dead then we shall fulfill his wishes!" Mrs. Weasley…or was she Mrs. Weasley?

"Harry!" Ginny called as she ran after him.

"Ginny!" he called back to her. Then, he heard one last call of his name and he was gone and appeared someplace new.

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"Stay there," a voice next to Harry said. It wasn't Mrs. Weasley's. Then, he knew it. Pollyjuice potion. And they had apparated into someplace that wasn't familiar to Harry at all. Harry tried to run for it, but he didn't succeed. Someone froze him and then unfroze him and grabbed him by the neck. Yaxley.

"You will stay here!" Yaxley ordered. He let Harry go and walked into a little cave. Harry then looked at his surroundings. He was sitting on a misty and grassy dark place. Then, Yaxley came back out of the hole towards Harry again.

"Gah, he's not here," he said to Harry.

"Who's not here?" Harry wondered.

"Dolohov," Yaxley answered. "Before I kill you, he has to come. He was out getting or should I say stealing some food. Hopefully he didn't get caught."

"Leave out the 'n't," Harry murmured. Yaxley smacked Harry on his cheek.

"You'll stay here and you'll die here. There isn't no way out of here," Yaxley said. He had changed within a few days. He was dirty and gruff.

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Harry had staying at the exact same place for a whole week. He had some food, but not much. On the third day, he wished. It was his birthday, his eighteenth birthday. He wished that Ginny had gotten home safely and that there was a way out of here. Then, a thought in Harry's mind told him that there would be a way out, but he'd have to find it. Gah. He didn't want to find it.

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It was Harry's birthday and it was quiet all day long at the Weasley's. The real Molly Weasley had heard the whole story of Harry and Ginny (without the kissing part) and put it behind her. That night, Ginny could hardly sleep. She remembered Harry's kiss and his touch. She missed him so much. She couldn't get to sleep until three in the morning, crying herself to sleep and convincing herself that he'd be all right.

Happy Birthday Harry she thought.

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Another week passed and more torturing came from Yaxley. He kept ranting how he couldn't kill Harry yet and yet, harry was the one who had to listen to all this. Finally on the fifteenth day, Harry saw a figure appear in the fog. It wasn't Dolohov. It was Kingsley. Harry felt relieved and confused at the same time.

"-Dolohov's dead and you're under arrest!" is what Harry heard Kinsley say. Then it hit him. How did he get here? How did Kingsley just get here? Apparation! He looked over to his left and saw a wand there. How stupid of them to leave a wand lying around. He quickly picked it up, said "Accio wand", thought of the Weasley's house and then quickly apparated out of sight. He landed in the kitchen at eleven at night so everyone was upstairs. But he did crash onto the table so that woke everyone up. He coughed and took a deep breath trying to hold it in. Then someone came from the stairs.

"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed and ran to hug him. He hugged her back. "I heard the noise and-you look offal!" she realized when she let him go. Then, Molly and Arthur followed by the rest of the Weasly's and Hermione came trampling down the stairs.

"Oh, Harry!" the real Molly Weasley said and walked over to him and hugged him.

"Heavens dear what did they do to you?" she asked when she actually looked at him.

"I ate about three times a week and a lot of slapping. A lot of slapping," Harry answered.

"From who? Who took you?" she asked anxiously.

"Yaxley. But don't worry. I saw Kingsley tonight. He arrested him."

"Harry you missed you birthday," Hermione said and went up and hugged him. He hugged her back lightly.

"Yeah I know," Harry said as if it was no big deal. Hermione let him go.

"Harry you're eighteen. You're of age for a muggle," Arthur said. Harry sighed and nodded.

"Well we've got to celebrate!"