I'm running ahead of schedule folks, which means I was able to get yet another chapter finished for you today. Thanks the response I've received so far. Keep the reviews coming, they really do motivate me to write faster. And also, it really boosts my self esteem as an author. This is another short chapter, but I really couldn't find another logical point to end it, and ending it where I did just seemed right. Let the adventure commence!

As she was gasping for breath, Hermione choked out quiet sobs. Wiping her eyes and willing herself to get a grip, she steadied her breathing.

BANG. Hermione shot upright as her door slammed open, and saw a blurry vision of a wand being pointed directly at her. Frozen in fear, she choked out another sob.

The figure stood frozen, as another figure came running straight into the room, almost knocking the other to the side. Ginny. Hermione steadied her breathing. Had she not been in such a frenzied state, she would have found the sight of Harry standing at the door dumbstruck quite amusing.

As Hermione told her two friends about the dream, and how she had been in the room but had somehow been disconnected. She described in remarkable detail the dark, dingy stone cellar she had been looking upon, but when it came to describing the scene that had taken place, she only managed to choke out "Ron" as she launched into heart wrenching sobs. She felt a strong arm immediately around her shoulder, and a soft female hand stroking her arm softly.

"Shh..." Ginny crooned. "It's okay, you don't need to tell us about it if you don't want to." However, Ginny's face looked terrified.

Hermione looked at Harry. His face had flushed, and he was looking at Hermione like he had seen a ghost. He wasn't looking at her face, though. His eyes were directly on the locket around her neck.

"Hermione.." Harry hesitated, and Hermione could tell that he was facing an internal struggle. She knew why, too. Harry had been subject to these types of dreams before, and they had turned out to be visions from the point of view of Lord Voldemort.

Hermione shook her head, trying to process everything. It was clearly a dungeon of some sort. The toturer had been hard to make out. Ron's torturer, Hermione thought furiously. How long had he been suffering like that? While Hermione was sitting at home doing nothing. He looked worn out, barely alive. His skin had lost any colour it had previously, and his freckles had faded. The bags under his eyes were huge. Hermione covered her face with her hands as tears continued to escape.

They had all sat in the room in silence for a while. Harry had the look of someone who was trying to make a decision. Hermione was struggling herself. She was the one who had stormed out of Mrs Trelawney's Divination classroom, claiming that she didn't believe in such nonsense. Yet, here she was, ready to gather her wand and her cloak and march into the night looking for a dungeon she had no proof existed and had no clue the whereabouts of. Was she going mad?

"I'm sorry." Harry seemed to have worked up the nerve to say the thing that was on everyone's minds.'I really am so sorry, but we need to know." He finished quickly with the manner of someone pulling off a plaster.

"H... He..." Hermione attempted to continue her story, but to her surprise Harry held his hand up to her with a soft expression on his face.

"No" He sighed. "You're far too worked up."

Ginny shot him a glare.

"No, not that I blame you." He was speaking quickly again. "What I mean is, well..."

To the surprise of the two women, he stopped talking and instead stood up, exiting the room. Hermione and Ginny exchanged dumbfounded looks as they heard him cluttering about in the next room, their bedroom, then the unmistakable clicking of a safe . Then Ginny's face changed to a look of understanding, as she let out a soft "oh..." As if on que, Harry re-entred with what looked like a shallow stone basin in his hands. Finally, she understood. The Pensieve. The Pensieve had been left to Harry after the death of Serverus Snape.

They had much depended on the use of the Pensieve throughout their high school years. Hermione remembered grimly the recount that they had witnessed through the Pensieve just after the death of their former Potions master.

The strange, silvery glass like substance shone in the darkness of the room. She looked at Harry's apprehensive expression, then she nodded. Harry instantly looked a little more at ease.

"It'll help with the shock, too." Harry said, placing it on the bedside table that sat at the side of the bed Hermione and Ginny were sitting on.

Hermione pulled her wand out from underneath her pillow, instantly placing it to her head and pulling out a strange, silvery liquid, transferring it to the basin. Already, she felt a little lighter. Of course, she still pressed her palms to her ears and shut her eyes tight as Harry and Ginny peered into the silvery substance.

Within minutes, a shriek of anguish penetrated the block she had made with her hands. She opened her eyes to see Ginny sobbing, and Harry holding her tightly, rage and fear both flashing in his eyes at the same time.

Hermione felt a stab of guilt. Before she could stammer an apology, however, Ginny launched herself at Hermione, throwing her arms around her with choking sobs. Harry looked at the pair solemnly.

There was an even longer silence this time, before either of the trio made any distinct movement. Harry, yet again, was the one to break the silence.

"I need to leave." Harry said decidedly, looking into his wife's eyes.

Ginny just nodded shakily, but gripped onto Harry's hand with intensity. She seemed to have temporarily lost the will to speak. "I-... I..."

"Can't come." Harry interrupted without hesitation. "I don't want to put any of you in danger." His eyes were on the bump on Ginny's stomach, but somehow Hermione knew the voice was directed at all three of them.

"No!" Hermione yelled shrilly at Harry, jumping up from the spot she was sitting. "No you don't, Harry Potter! You don't get to stand there, and t- tell me that I h- have to stand by while Ron, my *fiancee*, suffers!"

"He's my brother..." Ginny said weakly, although Hermione knew that logic had already kicked in as far as what use Ginny would be in her position, never mind the risk.

"And this," Harry said, placing his palms on Ginny's round stomach as Ginny closed her eyes in resignation, "is our child. I can't risk either of you."

Hermione stepped next to Harry, determination on her face. "If you try to stop me, so help me Harry, I will hex you into the next millennium." Hermione threatened the protest that Harry was clearly about to make. "Where are we going?" She asked, her eyes narrowed, almost piercing through Harry's.

Harry faltered. Clearly, he hadn't even thought of a plan. He, as Hermione had been, was ready to storm the streets in the middle of a muggle village and set off to an unknown location. Logic had kicked in since then for Hermione, though, and she placed her hand on Harry's frozen shoulder. "We need to sit down. We need a plan, Harry." She said in an almost begging manner.

Harry looked as though he was struggling again, but he stood still, processing the information. "Give me the horn." He repeated the words of Ron's attacker, sending rage down Hermione's spine. "What horn?"

Wrinkling her forehead, Hermione let out a frustrated groan. She just wanted to apparate to Ron's side, to free him from the horrible ordeal, and to hold him in her arms and make all the physical and emotional pain go away. Instead, she settled for punching the wall, sending out a shockwave of pain through her nerves as it connected with a loud crunch. Harry and Ginny hadn't even moved to stop her. She choked out a wail, collapsing back onto the bed.

"The Ministry archives." Ginny said simply. "We need to search for records of this horn."

Without hesitating, Hermione gathered her belongings. It was five o'clock in the morning, but she was no longer tired. The adrenaline was flowing through her, as she could see it was through Harry.

Ginny, however, had lain down on the bed weakly. Harry pulled the covers that Hermione had thrown to the side earlier over his wife and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, then on the covers where her stomach was.

"I love you." Ginny whispered, holding out her hand and grasping Harry's with it.

"I love you too." Harry said seriously, looking into Ginny's eyes. He then fixed his gaze on Hermione. "Let's go back to the Ministry."

Like last time, I can't promise a date when the next chapter will be posted. I have a lot of course work to do right now, and I will be working on this in my spare time. It could be tomorrow, or it could be the end of the week. I've worked too hard on this to rush through it. So, review? :)