I'm gonna hurry up the story a bit more.

Chapter 23

Twenty minutes before 3pm the following day, Dey and George, along with Lupin and Tonks, were on their way to the Ministry, going trough the phone booth, all together, leaving Dey and George pretty tight together. He looked down to her with a grin, as his hand made way around her back, before it was grabbed away by Lupins, who sent him this glare, warning him that he was on a tight leach. Dey let out a laugh as they went underground. They reached the busy floor full of wizards, minding their own business. Dey threw glares at those who were reading the Daily Prophet and had Harry's face some where. Still calling him a liar, she thought. She felt the anger going down when George grabbed her hand, preventing her from getting lost or pushed away from him. When they reached the floor, Dey was getting nervous, she knew Dumbledore wouldn't leave her alone, but she felt she was hanging by a threat. The four of them entered Fudge's office, he was waiting with anticipation, wanting this to be over. Dey felt disappointed when she looked around and Dumbledore wasn't there.

"I really have nothing to discuss." Fudge started with a shook of his head. "She's underage. She did magic in the middle of the day. A big spell, two for the matter, surrounded by muggles."

"I'm pretty sure they didn't notice." Dey said, getting up from the chair and Lupin stretched his arm to stop her.

"I'm sure we can get to a deal." Lupin said, making Dey sit back down. "She was being attacked."

"By dementors?" Fudge said, kind of mocking Harry's case. Dey's hand turned to fist around the arms of the chair.

"No. Death eaters."

"That's impossible." Fudge chuckled. "Why would death eaters attack her?"

"Well they did." George snapped, and everyone looked at him. "I'm a witness. At first I was dueling on my own, but she wanted to help me."

"And I suppose that has never been wrong." A deep voice came from the door and everyone, but Fudge, smiled at seeing Dumbledore. "All the girl did was help out a wizard in help."

"I'm just curious as why death eaters attacked her and this boy."

"Because Voldemort is ordering them to just attack, you-" Dey stopped before the insult. "He wants the world under his power, don't you get it? He will take down anyone who doesn't vow to him." Dey walked to his desk.

"He is not back, you lunatic." Fudge said, getting up from his chair.

"Let's say he's not." Dumbledore said, walking to the desk. "What would everybody else think if something comes out to the news?" Dumbledore shrugged. "Let's say girl suspended from Hogwarts for trying to save his friend who was battling against death eaters." Fudge slowly sat back down. "Think about it Fudge. People will know this is true. They will realize our world's in danger. What would death eaters have to do with her? To just randomly attack her? Easily. They were looking for new members. They said no, face the consequences."

"What do you want?" Fudge asked, as if he didn't know.

"This never happened?" Dumbledore shrugged again, looking at everyone in the room. "See this as a favor, you help us, we help you." Fudge looked at Dey, she was already glaring at him and he could feel the hate she had to him; he wasn't much of a fan of hers either since they met, but his pride asked him to just seal this up and leave it inside of the ministry.

"Alright." He closed a file he had on his desk, obviously about Dey's case and stamp it as 'decline'. "She can go back to Hogwarts."

Dey smiled and looked at Dumbledore, who smiled back at her. She looked back to find George, happier than ever, and Tonks and Lupin also happy. The five of them left the office before Fudge even dismissed them. They walked down the hallway, as Dumbledore asked them how Arthur was and how was Harry holding up. He was between Tonks and Lupin, while George and Dey were behind, just listening. When they passed by a door, a whispered passed by Dey's ear. "Sweetheart" she clearly heard her mother. She stopped and looked at the door. She heard the voice again "Sweetheart, come." George stopped to look at her, she was now facing the door and her hand was around the knob, but it was locked.

"Dey?" George asked.

"Alohomora, George." She said, determined.

"What?"

"Do it."

George didn't even hesitate. He thought this involved a prank or some exploring, so the door was open in a blink of an eye. The door showed a library, it looked small, but Dey felt it was useful.

"Dey" She heard her father this time, the echo travelled down the hallway that stood in front of them.

Dey's feet started to run and George followed, after he closed the door. He called her, but nothing.

"Dey" Her mother's voice drove her to the left.

"Over here." Her father drove her to the right a few feet after.

She stopped when her eyes caught a sign over a bookshelf. 'Objects Out of Use'. Her fingers started to trace every border of the books, reading the titles. But they were doing it on their own. Her hand suddenly stopped and grabbed a gray book that had stopped in.

"We need this." She said, firm.

"Why?"

"We just do."

"Alright."

George tapped the book with his wand and another one, similar to that one, appeared over it. George grabbed the copy and placed it on the empty space.

"Now no one will know it's gone." He smirked and Dey joined.

She hid the book on her messenger bag and George grabbed her hand after. They appareted in the main floor, where everyone was going in and out.

"Where have you been?" Tonks asked when she and Lupin got to them.

"We got kind of lost." Dey answered.

"Where's Dumbledore?" George asked to drive the subject away.

"He had to leave." Lupin asked. "We should go so everybody else knows."

Dey and George nodded before they started to walk and left the Ministry. When they reached the Black House, everyone was eager to find out, so they didn't keep them waiting. They all cheered at hearing Dey wasn't expelled and that Dumbledore had arrived to help her. When they were done chatting, Dey headed upstairs to her room, locking herself inside and quickly took out the book. It didn't have a title, it was just gray and old looking. She sat on the bed and started to pass trough pages until a drawing of the plate stopped her.

"Hey!" George suddenly appeared, next to her, scaring her.

"Git" She mumbled and he laughed before kissing the side of her head.

"What are you up to?"

"Checking this book."

"Why did you get it anyways?"

"This, look. It has information about the plate."

"Dey, please don't look for it. Lets go over Dumbledore to see if its safe." George soon changed to worry and serious. "I don't want anything bad happening to you."

"Ok, what if I get the pieces and then we tell Dumbledore?"

"No, let's go first to him."

"George, please. I'm tired of relying on someone for everything. I wanna do this for me."

George saw how she continue reading the book, determined and secure. He just sighed before smiling.

"Can I at least help?"

Dey looked at him, smiling, knowing he meant he was in and he wasn't going to tell anyone.

"Look, it says here the plate was destroyed because of its power. People started to use it for other stuff so it had to be destroyed in case anyone else finds it."

"Does it say anything about the pieces?"

"Haven't gotten to that. But they must, I mean…at least a clue. This book must have something for the ministry to keep it hidden."

Dey's eyes hit the book again and George grinned, watching her so concentrated, like a glass has been place around her, and only her, to keep anything to distract her out; something he wasn't finding amusing, but she looked adorable. The words were bloacked by his head, resting on the book and his weight making her knees stretch. He thought he would groan and hit him, but she just laughed and agreed it was time for a break. That night, Dey was shaking, sweating and trying to get some hair. So many things flashed to her mind, old memories that made her mad.

"Dey!" Hermione shook her until her eyes opened and she sat up, gasping. "…Are you alright? Do I get Harry?"

"N-no, I-I'll go to him."

Her feet were on the floor before Hermione could stop her or say something else and she was gone. Dey felt her heart pounding and she didn't know where to go. She saw the hallways spinning and the stairs shaking. Her vision was a blur and her mind was a wreck. She had to hold on to the bars of the stairs or she felt she could fall easily. She did at the last few stair cases; she thought they weren't any left and she tripped. Bumping her body to the floor. She sat on the corner and took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down just enough for her vision to clear. She got on her feet and ran to the door, grabbing a coat that was left on the hanger and put it on as she walked out. She could see the hint of green light around her face when the moonlight touched her. She started to run, with legs trembling and making her lose her balance. The snow wouldn't help; sometime big bumps will come and cover her legs, making her feel weak against just a simple bump of snow. She could see the dark patch of the park; perfect at this time of night for a scream, no one close enough to get hurt and no one to see. With out looking, she picked up her pace and ran across the street. A car horn was heard, freezing her, panting and trying to keep her screams inside. She did nothing, but close her eyes, waiting for the impact. Something hit her, but from the side. The mess, the fast motions and her lungs with out much air inside made her pass out when she hit the ground. Her body stayed there, still trembling by the cold. The car didn't stop, it even hurried up out of there in case anyone saw, but no one came to her.