A/N: I'm pleased that everyone is enjoying the story, and a little flattered by some of the comments you guys are leaving me! I just want to warn everyone that I'm doing Camp NaNoWriMo right now. Long story short, you write 50,000 words on an original story in one month. So updates might be a bit slower during August because I'll be focusing more on that, but I'm going to try to keep working on my fanfiction as well.

The Potter household had been in chaos for the past two days. It was in the early morning hours of August 2nd, and Harry Potter had not been seen nor heard from since the afternoon of July 31st. After Remus and Sirius sounded the alarm, Lily Potter had been largly inconsolable, in spite of Arabella's and Orion's best efforts. James Potter had flown into a fit of rage and gotten into a fight with Sirius before Remus had managed to intervene. Anna and Jon had been taken to their grandparents house, but Lia flat out refused to leave, and no one had the energy to fight with her. Several Aurors had swarmed over the crime scene, but beyond the fact that Harry had been taken by a portkey, none of them could find any clues. Narcissa Malfoy's story was that she had seen a dark-robed figure attack Harry and then the two of them had disappeared before Narcissa could successfully intervene.

It was a load of bull, as far as Ginevra Weasley was concerned. She sat on the second stair of the staircase in the main hall and watched as Lucius and Narcissa offered their condolences to Lily and James in easy reach of the cameras and reporters that were waiting just outside the windows. No matter how many times Narcissa regretfully expressed her apologies in not being able to save Harry before he was kidnapped, Ginny wasn't buying it. The Draco Malfoy of this world was alright, but the Malfoy parents were still snakes. Peter Pettigrew, the biggest rat of them all, was right behind the two Malfoys, dumping false platitudes on Lily and James.

"Lying, conniving bitch," Ginny muttered, shaking her head as she watched the two of them exit the home into a flurry of flashing lights. They were probably loving the media attention. Pettigrew, on the other hand, shrank back from the cameras and threw an arm over his face. The idea of casting a face-concealing charm didn't seem to occur to him.

"You don't think she's telling the truth?" Lia asked tiredly. She was sitting just above Ginny on the fifth stair. Her jeans and tank top were wrinkled and her auburn hair was mussed, falling out of the sloppy ponytail she'd bound it into. Her face was bare of the small amount of make-up she usually wore, making her look even more pale and exhausted. "My mom and dad are good friends with the Malfoys. Why would she lie?"

"Because she can, and the world would probably combust the day that Narcissa Malfoy ever actually tried to help a Gryffindor," Ginny said flatly, not wanting to get into Voldemort and Death Eaters with her. She stood up and dusted off the jean skirt she was wearing. "Do you happen to know if Dumbledore is going to be coming around today? I really need to speak with him."

Lia just shrugged listlessly and Ginny sighed. Her efforts to speak with Dumbledore during the past two days had all been denied; Molly Weasley kept telling her that Albus Dumbledore had more important things to be concerned with at the moment. The letter she'd sent with Evangeline, which had briefly explained that Ginny had vital information connected to Harry's disappearence, had returned with no reply and no sign of the headmaster. She suspected that someone like McGonagall was collecting Dumbledore's mail and storing it while he worked on finding Harry. No doubt they'd dismissed her letter as something that could wait.

The problem was, it really couldn't. If Tom Riddle was anything like Lord Voldemort, Harry was probably in a hell of a lot of pain from being tortured. He likely wasn't dead – Riddle would have made sure that everyone knew about it if he was – but there was a lot that could be done to a person that didn't result in death. Ginny shivered at the thought. Trusting someone else with the information was the obvious conclusion, but who? She had already tried to get Sirius and Remus to pay attention, but they disregarded her when something that was seemingly more interesting came alone. Lily and James were too upset. No one wanted to listen to her, and it was driving her crazy. They were all under the assumption that she was only around because she was concerned about Harry (partially true) and that she couldn't possibly have anything of importance to say.

"I almost wish that the Order of the Phoenix was back," she muttered, putting her hands on her hips and watching as the fireplace flared green for about the hundredth time that morning. Except this time, she was actually relieved to see the people who stepped out. Draco Malfoy came through first, followed by Hermione Granger. A woman Ginny didn't recognize approached them at once and began scolding them for entering the house without permission. When she ordered them to turn around and go back through, Ginny jumped down the rest of the stairs and went over.

"They're with me, and I'm allowed to be here," she said sharply, her pale brown eyes just daring the woman to start a fight over it. "You can ask Mr or Mrs Potter, but I hardly think you want to bother them over such trivial matters at a time like this."

The woman looked surprised, but she must have recognized the truth in Ginny's words because she frowned deeply. "Very well, but make sure you don't get in the way of any of the other Aurors."

"Why? It's not like they're doing anything," Ginny mumbled, tossing her hair over her shoulder as the woman walked back to the group she'd been speaking with.

"No luck yet?" Hermione asked sympathetically, clutching a couple of books to her chest.

"I hate this world!" Ginny stated with exasperation, turning to face her two friends. Both of them looked impeccably dressed, and she was suddenly aware of just how bad she probably looked. Maybe there had been a reason Ron was trying to drag her home earlier after all. "These Aurors are totally incompetent!"

"They're doing the best they can. They've never faced a situation like this before," said Draco. "And if the person who kidnapped Harry is who you say he is, then even the Aurors with the best experience would be at a loss. It's not really their fault."

"Whose side are you on?" she asked, shooting him an annoyed look.

Before Draco could respond, the flames flashed green again, and the three of them stepped aside to allow Albus Dumbledore to come through. Nearly everyone in the room fell silent when they became aware of his imposing presence. Right behind him was Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape, who both wore identical grim expressions. Dumbledore nodded to the room at large and set off for the kitchen, where most of the action was going on. Ginny ran after him with Draco, Hermione and Lia hot on her heels. She'd be damned if she was going to let this opportunity slip away from her.

"Oh, Albus, thank goodness you're here," Lily said, rising from the kitchen table when she saw the headmaster step into the room. Her face was tight with anxiety. "Have you heard anything?"

Dumbledore sighed. "I'm afraid not, Lily. I have my best sources out there searching, but so far nothing has come back."

Lily's face fell and she put a hand to her lips. James stood up and wrapped his arms around his wife in an effort to comfort her. "We have to find him, Albus," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "We've only just gotten him back."

"I know where he is."

Those five simple words had a dramatic effect as every eye in the kitchen turned to stare at the petite girl standing in the doorway. Ginny had her hands clenched into tight fists as she stared at Dumbledore, willing him to listen. He looked at her, his intent gaze assessing her for but a minute before he went into action, clearing the room of all but the most important people. By the time he was done, only Dumbledore himself, Lily, James, Remus, Sirius, Orion, Arabella, McGonagall, Snape, Ginny, Hermione, Draco, Lia, and a couple of Aurors that Ginny didn't recognize were left. She pointed to them.

"You two, get out."

"This is a Ministry investiation, young lady. You have no right to try and make us leave," said the wizard.

"And I don't trust the Ministry, so I'm not talking until you're gone," Ginny said. She cast them a cold look. "If there have to be Aurors here, I want Professor Dumbledore to choose them."

"You may leave," Dumbledore said, watching Ginny carefully. "I believe I saw Tonks and Shacklebolt out in the hall. Please direct them to enter."

Ginny relaxed at the mention of the familiar names and unfisted her hands. She and her three friends walked over to the table and sat down. Lily enlarged the table with a flick of her wand, and Remus created more chairs so that everyone would have a place to sit. Nymphadora Tonks came in, wearing a puzzled expression, and was followed by Kingsley Shacklebolt. The two of them took the last seats at before everyone looked at Ginny expectantly.

"Go ahead, Miss Weasley," said Dumbledore, leaning forward with an intent expression.

"You might find this hard to believe, but the world that Harry spoke of – the one that he dreamed about – actually happened," Ginny said simply. "I know this because I remember everything about that world, too." She held up a hand when Arabella went to speak. "Please, just... listen to me, okay? There was a dark lord who was trying to take over that world. He called himself Lord Voldemort, but he was actually once a man by the name of Tom Riddle." She watched Dumbledore's face closely as she spoke the name and saw the slight widening of his eyes. "Voldemort was... horrible. He recruited dark wizards to his side and named them Death Eaters. He actively encouraged them to kill wizards and muggles alike. His goal was to create a world where only the purest of blood survived."

"This sounds like something out of a horror story," said Lily, looking confused. "Ginny, that other world was just a dream, created by a spell. Maybe Harry told you what happened and you just think you remember thing, but we haven't got time for this. I really don't see how this will help us find Harry."

"You have to listen to me! It wasn't a dream! It's what was supposed to happen, but Voldemort went back in time and changed things," Ginny said. She'd never get over how absolutely no one in the room reacted to the mention of Voldemort's name. "Voldemort created a future where you two were still alive and Harry wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived. But Tom Riddle still knows about it. That's where Harry is now. I've been trying to tell you that for hours, but no one would listen to me. Tom Riddle kidnapped him."

Low murmurs broke out at the table. Dumbledore raised a hand to make them fall silent and looked at Ginny. "These are serious accusations that you're making, Miss Weasley. Have you any proof that Tom Riddle is who you say he is?"

Ginny bit her lip. "I have no memories from this world, because I don't remember anything from before Harry woke up," she admitted. "But if you give me a pensieve, I'll prove to you that the other world was real. You know that when memories are placed in a pensieve, it's easy to see if they've been tampered with. If I can show you that, will you believe me?"

"We have a pensieve here," said James without waiting for Dumbledore to respond. He released Lily and got up, heading towards the door.

"So you're saying that the world Harry dreamed of actually happened?" Sirius asked, raising his eyebrows. "And that you remember it too? That sounds a little far-fetched."

"You can say that, but it's the truth," Ginny said firmly. "Harry and Voldemort had a connection of sorts. I think that's probably why he still remembers. I don't really know why I remember, but I do. Tom Riddle is every bit as evil here as he was in our world. He can't be trusted. And what's more, I bet Narcissa Malfoy and that stupid bitch Bellatrix LeStrange were behind Harry's kidnapping."

Draco sat up straight. "What makes you say that?"

"The Malfoy family were some of Voldemort's strongest supporters, and Bellatrix adored Voldemort." Rage mingled with disgust flashed over Ginny's face, and she fingered her wand, seething. "I bet she's exactly the same way here. In our world, she killed you, Sirius."

Sirius' face went pale. "I remember... when Harry woke up, he was shouting my name for that reason. You said it was Bella? Are you sure?"

"Very sure." She'd never forget the look of pain on Harry's face. The memory made her shiver. "You shouldn't trust her, Sirius. The only person she has ever been loyal to is Voldemort."

James entered at that moment, using his wand to levitate a large and ornate pensieve in front of him. He set it down on the table, causing the silvery liquid inside to slosh around dangerously. "Here you go. There's nothing inside, so it's ready to go."

Dumbledore stood and came to Ginny's side, holding his wand. "This shouldn't hurt, Miss Weasley. Close your eyes and think of the memories that you want to show up, and I'll draw them out with my wand."

Immediately, Ginny thought of learning about the Boy-Who-Lived when she was a child, everything about the Chamber of Secrets, the disastrous night of the Quidditch Cup when the Death Eaters had attacked, the fight at the Department of Mysteries, Harry telling her about Pettigrew, Sirius, and Remus, as well as the end of the Triwizard Tournament, when Harry had returned with Cedric's lifeless body. She opened her eyes to see that Dumbledore's wand held several strands of glowing white strands at the end. He carefully lowered the strands into the pensieve and then leaned over it. One by one, everyone in the room fell into the memories, until only Ginny, who had no interest in seeing them again, remained sitting at the table.

She sat there by herself for about an hour, her gaze locked on the pensieve. After a while, the liquid began to churn, and people began to emerge. The identical expressions of horror and shock on every single face almost made her feel happy. At least now, no one could say that she hadn't been telling them the truth, and they would be able to save Harry. Satisfied, she stood up and pulled out her wand. Everyone watched silently as she walked over to the pensieve, placed her wand into the liquid, and retrieved her memories. The slight ache in her head stopped as soon as they had been returned.

"So now you now," she said quietly, lifting her gaze from the pensieve. "What Tom Riddle is really capable of."

"Merlin... My poor baby..." Tears streamed down Lily's cheeks, and she collapsed weakly against James. James' hands trembled as he embraced his wife. "I can't believe... he's gone through so much. He told me once that he grew up with Petunia and her dreadful husband. I always wondered why."

"Now you know. I was only there for a little bit. There's a lot more, I just can't show it to you," Ginny told her. She could tell that the memories had really upset the woman, but it had to be done. "But you believe me now, right?"

"The problem, Miss Weasley, is that we still have no proof," Dumbledore said wearily. "I have long since questioned Tom Riddle and his true goals, but no one else has shared my suspicions. If we go after him now without cause... He will have the power of the Ministry behind him, and in spite of your disdain for them, they are a formidable force. Furthermore, we have no idea where he might be holding Harry. We don't want to give him warning, or he might do something drastic."

"So you're just going to do nothing?" Ginny cried.

"Personally, I'm still not a hundred percent sure about this," said Orion. "I'll admit that the memories looked real, but..." She shook her head. "How could anyone travel so far back in time that they could change the future so dramatically?"

"I can answer that," Hermione said. She began explaining her theory while Dumbledore, the two profressors, Tonks and Shacklebolt listened closely.

"Don't worry, Ginny," a quiet voice said. A warm hand on her shoulder turned her enough so that she could be pulled into a tight hug. "We have a plan, okay?"

Ginny clutched at Sirius' shirt and tried to blink back tears. But she couldn't stop a few from slipping out. "What will you do?"

Remus, Sirius, and James exchanged looks. Lily was trying to listen to Draco and Hermione while she fought back tears. "Whatever necessary," said James at last. "I won't leave my son with that bastard. Whatever it takes to get him out, we'll do it." He patted her head. "Thank you for having the courage to tell us the truth. I know that must have been hard."

"You can't die," Ginny said, looking up at him. "Harry would never forgive himself."

James nodded. "Don't worry about that. We're all going to come through this alive, I promise you that."

"Okay," she said in a small voice. She had done everything she could by alerting people about Harry and Tom Riddle. It was up to the Marauders to save him now.

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