Ginny sat in the office as the two women talked. She rubbed her eyes, what was happening, she wondered. She looked around trying to discover where she was, how to get home, what to do. She stared at the door, she shivered. Two men came in; they wore black outfits and carried large rounded sticks. The two women came out.
"Officers, thank heavens. I assume you've heard what happened?" they nodded. One of them bent down.
"This must be the little girl." She looked at them.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Officer Bellson, and this is Officer Thornton." She looked at them.
"I want to go home."
"I know you do little one, don't worry, we'll get you there." She looked at him. He was a muggle. How far was she from home? What happened if she did something, she'd get in trouble with the ministry. Where was her family?
She sat in the back seat of the car as they drove her somewhere.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"We're just going to take you to the station and see if we can find some place to place you until we find your mum and dad." Ginny looked around.
"I want to go home." She said. "I want to go home."
"Now, now dear, we're going to do our best to get you back. Don't worry, just relax."
"I want to go home!" she shouted. The windshield cracked and the driver slid the car to a stop. The door unlocked and Ginny ran.
Every time Ginny stopped to rest it seemed something or someone was there to scare her, she had never cried so much in her life. She rubbed her eyes and continued walking. She walked along a road with lots of big lit houses. She knocked on one of the doors. A woman opened it.
"Hello, can you help me find my mum and dad?"
"Go away!" she said harshly and slammed the door in her face. She tried a couple more houses before giving up. She sat down and cried on the curb, her feet ached and so did her legs. She sobbed quietly into her dirty sweater. She heard a noise and turned.
A small boy pulled a large container. Her dad had shown her those. He'd talked about muggles having someone pick up their garbage. A garbage bin, some people had cast a nasty charm upon them to cause trouble earlier that year. He set it at the curb and as he walked away he stopped, he saw her.
Harry was taking out the garbage, he had just set it out at the curb when he heard a sniffle, he turned, there was a small girl sitting on the curb watching him. From the street lights he could she was dirty, she was also scared. Harry approached her.
"Hello." She stood up but she fell back. Harry ran over to her.
"Are you all right?" she nodded.
"My legs hurt." he looked at her.
"My name's Harry Potter."
"I'm Ginny Weasley." She said as he helped her up.
Mrs. Weasley looked around frantically at the noise, it was only the clock, but her aching heart eased slightly as she saw that Ginny's hand left 'mortal peril'.