A/N: Chapter 17? Already? Wow…
Anyway, here's the second part of the fight, starting from where Ginny and Harry separate.
Also, there's a small bit of cursing, which I never did in this story, so sorry if it's kinda weird.
Also, I want to thank -Xx for all of your amazing reviews for each chapter, they never fail to make my heart go WHHEEE!
Disclaimer: -insert sigh here- I don't have so much money that I'd be set for life.
Ginny had just touched down on the street at Diagon Alley. She almost fell over, for she was not used to apparating. Even though she was of age, she never learned how to apparate, and she didn't side-along apparate often either. She felt like she was going to puke her guts out and that she couldn't get enough air into her lungs. Long story short, Ginny did not like apparating. She was more of a broomstick-riding kind of girl.
Ginny quickly regained her strength and looked around. There were bodies everywhere, shops on fire, children screaming, babies crying. It was a horrible sight, and Ginny was sure that it would be in her nightmares for weeks. It made her feel guilty as hell for not getting there quicker. She started thinking that maybe if she was there, then all those people wouldn't be lying on the street, or children wouldn't be running around looking for parents who were seriously injured, or worse.
Ginny heard the loud crack of someone apparating, and saw someone materialize out of black mist a few yards in front of where she and Harry were standing. Ginny was instantly aware that the person was a Death Eater, and was staring straight at Harry. She turned and looked toward him, and saw that he was staring into space. Ginny groaned loudly and started screaming his name, trying to get his attention, which didn't work. Ginny started tugging on his arm, and she looked up the street cautiously, and saw that the Death Eater was walking toward them.
"HARRY!" she screamed, and he still didn't snap out of it. Ginny looked up the street again, and the Death Eater had taken out it's wand and had it pointed toward Harry's head. Ginny's heart started to pound in her chest, fearing for herself and Harry. She heard the echo of the Death Eater starting to say the incantation for the curse that would kill either herself or Harry on impact. She saw the green light of the killingcurse coming her way. Ginny reacted on impulse. She jumped toward Harry, tackling him to the ground, and landing right on top of his stomach. Once the burst of green light past them, Ginny shot up off of Harry and started yelling curses down the street toward the Death Eater.
"YOU- STUPIFY- IDIOT! You almost- AVIS, OPPUGNO- got yourself- CONFRINDO- killed!" she screamed. Ginny had finally knocked the Death Eater off it's feet, but would be able to keep fighting after a few seconds to get his lazy butt off of the floor. She looked around for Harry, and saw that he was still laying on the stone street. Ginny rolled her eyes and stuck out her hand to help Harry.
"Thanks," he said as he grabbed Ginny's hand and stood up, at the exact same time that the Death Eater stood up.
"Are you gonna help me now?" Ginny asked as Harry pulled out his wand and rolled his eyes.
The couple started dueling the Death Eater, and were easily winning. Soon, another Death Eater appeared from black mist, and Harry started dueling that Death Eater, as Ginny continued to duel the original one. Ginny barely noticed when Harry stunned his opponent, she was too busy dueling her own. When Ginny was in a fight, everything else was forgotten. All her energy was focused on beating the pulp out of the enemy, which she did.
After she made the Death Eater fly down the street and crash into a shop, she turned to Harry and commanded him to find survivors, while she went off in the opposite direction to continue beating the crap out of the people who stole her best friend from her. While she was running, she literally ran into a Death Eater.
"Well, hello sexy." he said.
Ginny rolled her eyes and pointed her wand into the Death Eater's face, so that it was touching the cheek-part of the Death Eater's mask. "You're not really my type," she replied with a glare.
"Wait a minute. You're a Weasley!"
"Really? What made it so obvious? The ginger hair, or the freckles?" Ginny asked sarcastically.
"It was actually the fact that we were forced to memorize your faces, so that if we ran into any of the Weasleys, we would know who they were."
"Well that's not creepy at all," Ginny replied sarcastically, with her wand still in the Death Eater's face.
"Well? Are you going to curse me or somethi-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ginny had casted a Bat-bogey hex on him. The Death Eater was now being chased around by his own boogers shaped as bats. Ginny had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She always found the Bat-bogey hex amusing.
After a few seconds of the Death Eater running around, he casted the counter-curse and pointed his wand toward Ginny. "That's the best you've got?" He teased.
Ginny groaned and rolled her eyed as a shot of red light was sent her way. She quickly dodged the stunning spell and sent one toward the Death Eater, who dodged it easily.
"Really? That's your best? And people said you were a good dueler…" the Death Eater trailed off while shaking his head.
Ginny could feel her anger rising. This Death Eater was seriously pissing her off. She didn't understand why he had to talk so much. Why couldn't he just fight her like a normal Death Eater?
"Levecorpus!" she yelled toward the Death Eater, who, again, dodged the spell easily.
"With fighting skills like that, you'll quickly end up like that mudblood friend of your's," he said, but obviously regretted saying it, because he quickly smacked his hand over the mouth area on his mask.
"What did you say?" Ginny said.
"I said nothing! Nothing important!" he replied shakily.
"You know where she is?" Ginny asked, her voice getting louder with each word she says.
"NO! No, I don't…" he trailed off.
Ginny could feel her blood boiling. She was griping her wand so tight that her knuckles were turning white. All Ginny wanted to do was Avada Kedavera his ass for even thinking about Hermione, yet alone talking about her, but she had a much better idea.
"PORTIFICUS TORTALUS!" she screamed at the Death Eater. He instantly stopped moving, telling Ginny that she had hit her mark. Then, Ginny took the few steps it took to get to the Death Eater, who was frozen in place. His eyes were widened with fear and Ginny felt satisfied to show him that she had AMAZING dueling skills. Ginny, then, 'accidentally' pushed the Death Eater over, so he landed painfully on his back. The Death Eater moaned loudly and Ginny laughed just as loudly. She kneeled down next to the frozen Death Eater and said, "That's not even a fraction of the pain you're going to feel when I get you to the rest of the Weasleys." Then, Ginny stood up and levitated the Death Eater into a shop and took his wand. She also stunned him, and transfigured a desk into a cage, and put him in it, to make sure that he doesn't get away. Then, she made sure she knew which shop she had trapped the Death Eater in, and ran out to go find one of her many family members.
It took a while, and a lot of running, but Ginny finally found her mother. Ginny had asked her to help with the Death Eater after explaining everything that happened, and she was happy to oblige. She had led Mrs. Weasley to the shop where the Death Eater was, and Ginny was happy to see that he was still frozen, stunned, and still in a cage.
"Wow, Ginny. You really wanted to make sure he didn't escape," Mrs. Weasley said. She wasn't sure if she should be proud of her daughter, or freaked out.
"I want to know where Hermione is," she replied simply.
Mrs. Weasley opened the cage, and grabbed the Death Eater's arm.
"Wait, let's take off his mask first." Ginny said, reaching for the Death Eater's face. She quickly pulled off the mask, and saw that he looked around the same age as herself, maybe younger. Ginny was reminded of Draco, and how he became a Death Eater when he was 16, and didn't have a choice. But Ginny had a good feeling about this boy wanting to become a Death Eater.
"He's so young," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Let's just go," Ginny replied.
Then, Ginny grabbed the Death Eater's arm and Mrs. Weasley apparated them to St. Mungo's Hospital, where everyone was supposed to meet up if the got hurt of needed help.
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Mr. Weasley never liked to fight. He always tried to solve things in a non-violence sort of way. Mr. Weasley always thought that he was a better healer than a fighter, and he was more than glad to be helping the healers at St. Mungo's instead of fighting the Death Eaters at Diagon Alley. Mr. Weasley would love to fight whenever necessary and whenever to protect his loved ones, but would rather be healing than causing the injuries.
Mr. Weasley had been doing a spell on a man who had a piece of glass in his calf. Mr. Weasley had already taken the glass out, and was healing the huge wound when he heard the voices of his wife and only daughter coming from the front desk.
"You're all healed, and you can go. You first have to go to the front desk and fill out some paper work though," Mr. Weasley said to the man with a huge smile.
"Thank you," replied the man while shaking Mr. Weasley's hand. Mr. Weasley and the man parted ways, as the man went to the front desk and Mr. Weasley went to go find his wife and daughter.
After asking many people about his family and walking through the maze-like hallways of the hospital, he finally found Ginny and Mrs. Weasley in one of the head-healer's offices. To his surprise, though, they weren't alone. Ginny was sitting on the desk, indian-style, Mrs. Weasley was sitting on one of the chairs, and a stunned-and-body-binded young boy was standing in the middle of the room.
"What the…" Mr. Weasley trailed off as he entered the office.
"Long story short, this idiot of a Death Eater let it slip that he knows information about Hermione." Ginny said.
"Really?" Mr. Weasley asked as his excitement started to build up inside of him.
"Really really. So, now, we have to wake him up." Ginny said.
"Shouldn't we wait for everyone else? They'd all want to know about it." Mr. Weasley suggested.
"That's a good idea… alright, we'll wait." Mrs. Weasley said.
Then, as if on cue, Bill, Charlie, Percy and George burst into the office, almost taking the door off of it's hinges.
"All the Death Eaters are gone." Bill said.
"From what we saw, at least," Charlie added.
Then, Charlie looked over at the Death Eater who was standing in the room. "Who's this sad son-of-a-bitc-"
"Don't use that kind of language, Charlie," Mrs. Weasley interrupted.
"Alright, well who is he?" Charlie asked, rephrasing his question.
"A Death Eater I dueled. He made a comment about Hermione. I thought that we should question him or something." Ginny replied.
"Wait wait wait… he knows stuff about Hermione?" Bill asked while pointing to the Death Eater.
"Well, I think he does. Even if he doesn't, he could know other things about Death Eaters that would be awesome to know." Ginny replied.
"So, who are we waiting for?" Charlie asked.
"Harry and-"
Before Mr. Weasley could finish his sentence, Ron ran through the door, out of breath from running through the hospital. A few seconds later, Harry ran in.
"Hey guys. How was your-what the hell are you carrying?" Ginny said, breaking off from what she was originally going to say when she saw that Harry was cradling something in his arm with a huge amount of care.
Harry looked up and showed everyone that he was cradling a small child, bridal-style. When he looked up, everyone saw tear streaks that had cleaned his dirty cheeks when they had fallen down his face.
"Her name is Sutton, and I swore that I'd find her killer." Harry said, sounding cold, harsh, and determined.
"Do you know who it was?" Mr. Weasley asked. All thoughts of the Death Eater were forgotten, and everyone was staring at Harry and Sutton.
"Her dad…" Ron replied for Harry, who was looking back down at Sutton.
"WAIT WAIT WAIT! Her father killed her, while Death Eaters were battling it out and trying to kill people? Her goddamn FATHER?" George exclaimed.
Everyone turned their heads from Harry's direction to George's, all at the same time. All except Ron, who had already been glancing at George every-so-slightly since he had entered the room. George looked back at everyone with a what-are-you-staring-at kind of look.
"What?" George asked.
"You just talk-"
"Nothing! Nothing!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted. She hoped that if they didn't make a big deal out of it, George would keep talking.
"Did you get this asshole's name?" George asked, ignoring everyone who was still staring at him.
"…I got his last name. McLaughlin." Harry answered slowly. Everyone was looking at George as if someone would say the wrong thing and he'd stop talking again.
"I'll help you, Harry," George said with a small smile, "A child should not be injured, yet alone killed. Then, add the fact that she was killed by her father. It just makes it whole other level of wrong."
"I know what you mean. Thanks, George." Harry replied.
"Harry? Shouldn't you put Sutton down somewhere?" Ginny asked.
The look that Harry gave her was filled with more sadness than anyone had ever seen, yet more anger than anything too. It was a weird combination of emotions to see on Harry's face.
"Harry, I'll get a bed placed just outside the door, and I'll get a nurse to watch Sutton, okay?" Mr. Weasley suggested, shooting Harry a sympathy-smile.
Harry stared at Mr. Weasley for a few seconds, and nodded slightly. Mr. Weasley walked out the office door, and Harry quickly fallowed.
"Ron, what the hell happened?" Ginny asked harshly. Even though Ginny was happy that Ron was back, she was still angry about him leaving.
"I don't know! Harry only told me that her name was Sutton, her dad killed her, and she wouldn't open her eyes." Ron replied.
"She wouldn't open her eyes? What does that mean?" Ginny asked.
"It means she went to sleep. Went to a better place. Died." George replied as he stared off into space.
Everyone looked over at George again. Everyone in the room was positive that George was thinking about Fred at that moment. Whenever he thought about his twin, George would stare off into space, his eyes would glaze over, and he'd frown every so slightly. Then, George seemed to have pushed all thoughts of Fred out of his mind, because he shook his head slightly and blinked rapidly, as if he was trying to stop tears from falling.
"Oh." Ginny replied.
Then, Mr. Weasley and Harry walked back into the room.
"Well? Are we gonna heal this jerk and see if we can get our Hermione back?" Ginny asked.
Harry and Ron looked at Ginny with confused expressions. They didn't have the whole Ginny-Death-Eater thing explained to them yet. So, while Ginny explained her whole fight to the two boys, Percy un-stunned and freed the Death Eater from his body-bind.
Once the Death Eater was free, he searched his pockets for his wand. Ginny coughed slightly and held up his wand and sent him a smirk.
"Hello, sexy. Fancy seeing you again." he replied, winking at her.
Ginny rolled her eyes. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry, with his fist clenched, walking toward the Death Eater. Then, before anyone could react, Harry punched the Death Eater in the face. The Death Eater hit his head off of the wall behind him, and yelped with pain.
"What the hell? I didn't do anything to-" The Death Eater stopped short when he opened his eyes and saw who had hit him.
Harry glared at the Death Eater, while everyone looked at the pair, jaws dropped and eyes wide. Then, Harry turned around and saw everyone staring at him with a what-the-hell-did-you-do-that-for kind of look.
"Let's just say that I have a lot of anger towards Death Eaters, and this guy calling my girlfriend sexy didn't help." Harry replied as he walked away from the Death Eater, while Ginny looked toward Harry and blushed slightly.
"Didn't I say this would be painful?" Ginny said to the Death Eater.
"Whatever. Just so you all know, I'm not telling you anything, even if you torture me as bad as she's being tortured!" he exclaimed. Then, his eyes widened and he smacked his hand over his mouth, regretting saying something again.
"You have a really big mouth," Ginny said as she sent another smirk toward the Death Eater.
"We don't torture people for information. Some people think that torture is evil, unlike you," Charlie said, glaring at the Death Eater.
"What? I don't think torture is something to celebrate! Where the hell did you get that idea?" the Death Eater replied, surprising everyone.
"Er… well you're a Death Eater… and Death Eaters torture people," Charlie said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah, but I don't torture people."
"So you haven't touched Hermione?" Ron asked.
"Never even seen her."
"Then how do you know about her?"
"It's common knowledge for us Death Eaters. Plus, you didn't exactly keep it a secret."
Ron grinned sheepishly, knowing that he was right.
"So, you just wanted to make me angry?" Ginny asked.
"I wanted a good fight," he answered simply.
"Oh, I'll show you a good fight," Ginny replied angrily as she grabbed her wand. Harry quickly walked over to her and gently touched Ginny's hand, which had her wand in it. She looked up into Harry's eyes, and saw that he was giving her a please-don't-start-this kind of look. Ginny sighed and put her wand back into her pocket. Harry never took his hand off of her's, and when her hand was finally free of her wand, Harry laced his fingers in between Ginny's.
"Anyway," Mr. Weasley said, sending a sharp glance toward Ginny and sitting down on one of the chairs. He then gestured for the young Death Eater to sit in the chair next to him. He shrugged and sat on the chair next to Mr. Weasley. "Would you like to tell me your name?"
"Nope."
"Will you tell me anyway?" Mr. Weasley pried.
The young Death Eater rolled his eyes and sighed. "Phillip."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Phillip." Mr. Weasley said with a forced politeness in his tone.
"Yeah, but you secretly want to kill me." Phillip replied with a smirk.
"You know you're probably going to go to Azkaban, right?" Mr. Weasley said, ignoring Phillip's comment.
"What? But I didn't hurt anyone! I've never hurt anyone! I'd never hurt anyone! Why would I go to Azkaban if I've never killed anyone!" Phillip objected, speaking fast with his eyes wide with fear.
"It doesn't matter. You're wearing a Death Eater mask, and fighting on the Death Eater's side. That's enough to get you thrown in Azkaban for at least 3 years. But, there is a way we can help you." Mr. Weasley replied.
"How?" He asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously toward Mr. Weasley.
"It's easy, really. Tell us some information you know about your fellow Death Eaters." Mr. Weasley answered with a small shrug.
"I can't. Selling out the Death Eaters is a Death Sentence!" Phillip objected.
"Phillip, we need to know where everyone is being held captive. We don't want our secrets told to the Death Eaters." Mr. Weasley pleaded.
"I'm sorry but I can't help you. They'll kill me!"
"Then they'll kill hundreds of other people! We're trying to stop that! We just need you to help us." Ginny interjected.
The room went silent. Everyone was staring at Phillip, hoping and praying that he would help them. Phillip's eyes darted all around the room, not wanting to look in anyone's eyes. He totally got where everyone was coming from, but he didn't want to be tortured and killed slowly and painfully for letting information slip to the very people who his boss was trying to kill.
"I'm sorry, but I can't…" Phillip replied, shaking his head.
"Phillip, even though we're above torturing you for answers, we're not above using Veritaserum to get answers out of you." Mr. Weasley said firmly, looking straight into Phillips eyes with more seriousness than anyone has ever seen from Mr. Weasley.
"Wait, what?" Phillip replied, looking scared.
"Trust me, I do not want to go out and get the potion, force you to drink it, then make you answer questions that you don't want to answer, but I will if you won't answer them now." Mr. Weasley said, just as firmly, and if possible, more seriously.
"If I willingly tell you, they will torture me. They will kill me, slowly, and painfully. He warned us that it would be painful if we told anyone any of our secrets, and I really don't want to go through that."
"Fine, then we'll do this unwillingly." Mr. Weasley said as he got up from the chair. He walked out the door, and while he was out looking for the potion, the office room filled with people was silent. When Mr. Weasley came back, he had a small, purple bottle clutched in his hand.
A/N: Weeeelllllll, that's the end of this veerrrryyy long chapter, and sorry with the kinda-semi-cliffhanger-ending.
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