Chapter 18
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Arthur and Molly Weasley stood back in silence, silently contemplating their work.
The couple had spent the better part of three days' time meticulously working, putting thought and intent into every wand movement. Stone by stone, walls were erected, artifacts repaired and replaced, surfaces cleansed, and the aura purified. In front of the couple now stood the completed temple- more grand and sure than it had been before its destruction. Arthur let out a breath, for it had been by his own hand that had brought destruction to the sacred monument. He turned and looked at his wife- the woman who had remained by his side, despite his many, many faults. He took her hand, knowing he did not deserve such devotion, but was immensely grateful for it nonetheless. He would need her now more than ever, because the rebuilding of the temple had been easy- it was what was to come that worried him.
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"Mistress."
Ginny blinked her eyes open at the early morning sun.
It was a sunny morning- the type of morning she usually found herself sleeping in and basking in the sun's rays before getting out of bed. Alone in the bed, she gave herself a small stretch, wincing in pain at the tightness and irritation in her back.
"Mistress!"
Ginny blinked again, seeing Evie at the foot of her bed.
"Oh. What is it, Evie?" She groaned, rubbing her eyes.
"Master says you must meet him for breakfast, he says from now on you is to wake and have breakfast with him."
Gently rolling herself to her side, Ginny glanced at the clock. When she saw the time, she groaned again, her face falling into the pillow.
"Alright," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow, "I'm coming."
Evie nodded her head. "Good, Mistress. Evie will run the shower."
Ginny sighed, giving herself a minute to fully wake. She slowly rose from her bed and headed to the bathroom. She showered quickly- the warm water sending sharp pains across her back. After her shower she pulled on a comfortable dress. She paused for a moment as she walked by her vanity. She stared at her reflection for a moment, looking at her dark eyes that were no longer red and puffy. Carefully, she applied just the smallest bit of makeup before heading down to breakfast.
When she arrived in the dining room, Draco was at the head of the table. He looked up from his coffee in surprise, which quickly morphed into a smug smile.
"You can't possibly be Ginevra, because she is dead to the world at this hour in the morning."
Ginny gave a wry smile. "Well, you did say I was to meet you."
"And what an obedient girl you are."
Draco stood from his chair and walked her to her seat. She sat down, allowing him to place a kiss on her cheek.
"I've got to run along now."
"But I've only just come down," Ginny sighed, putting her hands in her lap. She looked up at him mournfully. "Are you going to be long?"
Draco touched her cheek in a placating manner, not bothering to hide how pleased he was. "Is it really that lonely without me?"
Ginny leaned her face into his hand, before giving an airy sniff.
"Not lonely at all, as a matter of fact. I've more than enough company with my library and Evie."
"Right." He grabbed his cloak and pocketed his wand. Hesitating for a moment, he walked back over to her. He placed a firm hand on her shoulder, his fingers squeezing, before he moved it to her jaw. She looked up at him submissively. His eye held none of the former playfulness and amusement- only a cold stare. "Be a good girl today, Ginevra. Don't do anything stupid. Don't give me another reason to punish you."
Ginny nodded emphatically in his hand. "I-I won't. I promise."
Draco lowered his hand from her face, bringing it to the back of her neck. His fingers dipped down to her upper back, and she stiffened in her chair.
"Are you in much pain?" He asked, sounding amused.
Ginny hesitated a moment, before giving a slow nod.
"Good," he smirked down at her, "Pain is simply a sign of a lesson well-learned. Now, be a good girl and see me to the door?"
Reaching down in invitation, he grasped her hand, drawing her up from the chair. She allowed him to lead her to the foyer, in front of massive front doors. Draco raised his wand to the oak door. With a quick flourish of his wand, the door glowed before opening, revealing what looked like a deliciously sunny day. The warm air blew in from the open door, and Ginny let her eyes close as the breeze moved her hair about her shoulders. Draco turned back to her, and brought both hands to her neck, moving his face down to hers. He kissed her, holding her head in place with his hands, keeping full control as he always did.
"When will you be back?" She asked when he finally pulled back, placing her hands on his chest.
"I'll be late tonight," he said, adding a chuckle when she gave him a disappointed look. "But I want you waiting for me."
He unclasped her outer robes, letting them fall to the floor. His eye moved down her face to the scooped neckline of her shirt. His finger traced the skin of her throat before wandering downward, stroking the upper swell of her breast.
"I want you to be good for me tonight."
Ginny nodded, not moving away from his touch. He moved his hand further, brushing her breast. "If you are very good for me, and you do as you are told tonight, I will ease the pain from your punishment. Perhaps I can even be persuaded to heal the wounds completely."
Ginny nodded again, and Draco's gaze hardened sharply.
"Words, Ginevra. Tell me with your words."
"Y-yes," she stammered, eyes wide, "I promise, I'll do whatever you say- I'll do whatever you want me to do."
"Good girl," he smirked down at her. "I'll see you tonight."
Ginny watched him turn from her and walk down the driveway to the edge of the wards. As he neared the apparition point, he gave her a sly grin, and mouthed 'be good.'
Then he was gone.
Ginny waited a moment in the doorway. The spot where Draco had apparated remained empty. Her brown eyes narrowed, and her jaw clenched.
"Not anymore, you sadistic prick."
The redhead grabbed the skirt of her dress, leaning down and removing a ballet flat from her foot, before collecting her outer robes. She wedged the shoe between the two large doors, carefully closing the two without triggering the lock. She turned from the door, heading to the stairs. Evie met her halfway.
"Mistress-"
"Evie," Ginny interrupted sternly, "I need your help in the library. I need every book that I'm allowed to read set out for me, alphabetically. I'll also need tea set out, and if you can manage a plate of sandwiches, I want that in the library as well. I'll be going back to my room for a bit, but I want you to wait for me in the library and not leave until I come to join you."
Evie gaped at her, opening her mouth to speak. Ginny held a hand up to stop her.
"I command it, Evie, as your Mistress."
The house-elf closed her slack jaw, giving a polite nod. "Yes, Mistress. Evie will do as Mistress commands."
Ginny watched as the House elf scurried away out of sight before quickly darting up the stairs. She entered her room and strode straight to her closet where she donned boots and a black cloak. Smoothing out her cloak, she emptied the drawer on her nightstand. It held few precious items- a small tin of biscuits and a few galleons, all of which she pocketed with her wand. Walking away from the bed, she paused. Wringing her hands, she sighed, before reaching inside her pillowcase and retrieving the mysterious parchment that had been left- pocketing that into her cloak as well.
Stepping lightly, she made her way down the staircase to the front door. Gently grasping the handle, she pulled, her ballet flat falling to the floor with a soft thud. Opening the door, she was once again greeted by a rush of outside air. She took a step onto the pavement and-
She was outside, and the door closed behind her.
For a moment she was frozen, hardly daring to breathe. Pulling her hood over her head, she looked both ways. The grounds appeared to be completely empty- not a soul around. She half expected Draco to pop out around a corner, leather belt in hand, ready to punish her for stepping out the door... but as she pulled her cloak more firmly around herself, there was only a light, warm breeze and the chirping of birds.
Holding desperately onto her nerve, Ginny began sprinting in the direction where she saw Draco apparate away- the edge of the wards. As she neared the edge of the grounds, she saw it- the shimmering, slightly reflective barrier that kept the manor hidden. She stopped just in front of it, eyeing it warily. Tentatively, she reached a hand out to touch the barrier with her fingers. Before her fingers brushed the barrier, she stopped. Something inside her brain was firing off a warning, and she quickly lowered her hand. She breathed out in frustration, unsure of her next move. She worried her lip for a moment, before reaching into her pocket and removing a crumbled piece of parchment and unfolding it. She had been so wary of the words, but the last line stood out to her.
Dimitte will release you
Slowly, Ginny drew her wand, pointing it toward the wards. She licked her bottom lip before concentrating.
"Dimitte."
She nearly yelped in surprise, for when she spoke the words a blue light gently erupted from her wand and into the barrier. The barrier appeared to shudder slightly, before opening a gaping hole in the shape of a large doorway.
A doorway to freedom.
Wand still held aloft, she darted through the doorway quickly, as if it might suddenly collapse on her. Her worry was unfounded, as she made it through unscathed, and as though the barrier sensed her exit, it gently closed itself, once again intact.
Eyes wide, Ginny backed away from the barrier. Then she turned and ran.
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Molly and Arthur were kneeling inside the newly erected temple.
Inside, after several moments of kneeling quietly together, they began placing candles in a large circle, carefully and reverently positioning the wax. Molly knelt down next to each candle with a bowl of ash. Using her pointer finger, she gently placed it within the ash before drawing large runes upon the floor.
Outside the circle, Arthur positioned bundles of sage next to the runes. He drew a small blade, and gently pricked the end of his finger, allowing a single drop of blood to drip onto each bundle of sage in the circle. Blood magic was considered dark, but Arthur and Molly were beyond caring.
It was their last hope.
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Ginny's back was against a brick building in the village. She had spent hours exploring the outskirts of the village, trying to keep out of sight. Now, though, she was right in the thick of it.
Slowly, she peered around the corner, and gasped when she saw it- the building the note had requested her to meet, sitting there innocently on the other side of the street. The windows were shaded and dark. As she studied them, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and her hackles raised.
Ginny knew she was being followed.
She didn't dare glance back over her shoulder, but that didn't stop her heart from pounding in her throat. For the last few hours, her insides had been plagued with equal amounts of fear and elation. Each time she heard the barest of the rustling of robes, the fear threatened to overpower her, and the urge to run back to where she came from became more tempting. She began walking again, turning a corner slowly, hoping her pursuer was none the wiser that Ginny knew he or she was there.
Right now- knowing she was being pursued- the fear was indeed overpowering her thoughts, and it was making her resolve as weak as her knees. Doubts flew through in rapid-fire succession. She shouldn't have gone out on her own- Draco had warned her not to- had warned her that the Dark Lord was after her. But after what he had done to her, nothing- absolutely nothing- could have stopped her from escaping today.
Last night, she slept horribly. Her back ached and burned. Draco refused to heal her last night, just as he had this morning. When she did sleep, she found herself deep in the clutches of fitful nightmares. She had suddenly woken after one such nightmare, and it was then she knew that escape was the only option.
She knew Draco would be furious if he found out, but she was desperate. He was cold and cruel. She may be naïve, and she may have memory loss, in fact she might be mad, but it was so wrong what he had done to her. And if that had been wrong... what else might be?
She shuddered as she walked, her steps moving a bit quicker. A question crossed her mind, and it almost sent her into a run.
Which was worse- punishment by Draco's hands, or what the Dark Lord had planned for her? She held onto her nerve, because in her opinion, neither were an option.
She heard footsteps quickening behind her, and her last thread of bravery threatened to snap. She stopped dead in her tracks. She had taken a rapid detour into an alleyway and found herself at a dead-end. The shadowy figure had her cornered. She whipped around, holding her wand aloft. She didn't care that she was in a muggle village, she just knew that the moment she had stepped out into the streets, a man in a dark cloak began following her. She had thought she had been careful, wearing inconspicuous robes, and her red hair hidden beneath her hood. The hood had slipped off only once, but apparently that was all it took for her presence to be revealed.
Glancing frantically around the alley, she saw a backdoor to one of the shops. Darting towards it she grasped the handle. By some divine intervention the door was mercifully unlocked. Quickly she stepped inside and locked the door behind her. The shop was dark and appeared completely abandoned, with overturned tables and chairs and rubbish piling up in the corners. The front windows of the shop were boarded, and she saw the main entrance door. She sprinted to it, but her divine intervention had ended as this door was locked and boarded shut.
While quickly weighing her options, she heard the backdoor of the shop unlock with a click. Wand drawn, she watched in terror as the door slowly opened with a creak.
A dark form appeared at the entrance. Ginny cursed herself again, trying desperately to swallow her fear. She was in for it now. She tried to hold her arm steady as she studied the outline of the person coming towards her. Her heart was pounding in her throat. She couldn't remember when she had last had to use her wand on another person. She wracked her brain for any memories of dueling.
Did she know how to disarm someone?
Could she protect herself?
The tall dark figure was advancing closer, and Ginny tightened her grip on her wand.
"Stop!" she shouted, sounding braver than she felt, "Don't come any closer."
The hooded figure stopped, and she saw him hold up his wandless hands in a gesture of peace.
"It's alright," he said, "I'm not going to hurt you." He took a few more steps forward in the darkness, and Ginny felt her chest tighten in fear.
"Thats close enough!" she said, her voice trembling, "Just let me pass. Please. I'm not interested in talking."
The man did not move out of the way, but boldly took yet another step forward. When he was just a few steps away from her, and Ginny was about to blast him with whatever spell she could think of, he moved his hands to his hood and lowered it.
Ginny's breath hitched when the man revealed his face. He had the most brilliant green eyes she had ever seen, and a mop of untidy black hair. His features were handsome, but they were drawn in weariness, like someone who had spent years in mourning. His eyes were wide and lit with recognition as he took her in.
It was him.
"Gin..." he breathed, sounding almost frantic, "My god, it is you, I thought for sure it was. They told me you disappeared with him, and we thought you might be... But you're alive! Are you hurt? And you probably thought I was dead this whole time! I have so much to tell you!"
"Stop!" she commanded, raising her other hand, and clenching her jaw. It didn't matter that he had a handsome face, or kind eyes. She knew him from the picture. She knew who he was.
"Don't you dare say another word to me." She whispered fiercely. Anger and hatred were rolling up inside her. She was done- done being fooled and manipulated by men with handsome faces.
The boy slowly shook his head back and forth, looking hurt by her words. If she hadn't known who he was she would have pitied the pain in his face.
"Gin, it's me!" He murmured quietly, his eyes pleading. "Don't you know me?"
Ginny stepped forward, raising her wand higher. She didn't know how he had found her, but it didn't matter.
"I know exactly who you are!" She spat.
The boy stepped back, like he was horrified by what he was seeing. His bright eyes were welling up with tears, but Ginny knew better than to fall for his lies. She glared daggers at him.
"You're the Dark Lord."
The boy immediately paled, his arms dropping to his sides in shock.
"What did you say?"
"I said," Ginny emphasized coolly, "You're the Dark Lord."
"The Dark Lor- what are you talking about?"
Ginny laughed- a short, incredulous laugh. How stupid did he think she was?
"Yes! The Dark Lord. I saw your picture. I thought you were my friend, but you only tricked me! You want to kill me, you're here to hurt me."
The boy looked like he might collapse to his knees.
"Gin, I would never- you know I would never... what did Draco do to you?"
Her wand faltered, and her incredulous laughter ceased.
What did he know?
What did he know about the horrible things he had done to her?
Because he had done many, many horrible things to her.
Hurt her.
Used her.
Treated her like a plaything.
"If you aren't the Dark Lord, then who are you?" She demanded.
The boy's arms were limp at his sides, and his eyes were swimming with emotion.
"I-I'm a friend," he choked out hoarsely. "And I've been so worried about you... and I've missed you so much."
"Is that so?" She said quietly. "What is your name, then?"
He blinked the emotions away, swallowing hard.
"It's Harry. I'm Harry." He dared another step forward but halted as Ginny stiffened her stance. He held his hands back up in submission.
"You know me, Ginny. We've known each other for years. Don't you remember? Do you remember your friends? Your family? We've- we've been looking for you for ages. We were so worried about you. We were worried that Draco has been hurting you, that something horrible happened to you."
Ginny felt a knot in the pit of her stomach.
Something horrible did happen to her.
Something stirred deep inside her at the thought that someone- somewhere out there- had been worried about her this whole time.
"I don't have any family," she whispered fiercely. "You killed them all."
The boy nearly smiled, but it quickly faded.
"You do! You do have a family, Gin. You have so many people that love you, so many people that want you to come home."
Home?
Family?
It was too good to be true. Surely, it was more lies. Besides, her family would have kept her away from a monster like Draco. Or at least come to rescue her.
"Harry," she repeated slowly. "You were a... friend?"
He nodded, something bright gleaming in his eyes.
"Yes."
He stepped closer and she repositioned her wand to point at his chest, the tip of it poking into his robes.
"Don't." She warned. "I know the Dark Lord is a master of deception. You are trying to trick me, you are trying to turn me against Draco and then steal me away."
He shook his head sadly.
"You don't really want to go back to Draco, do you?"
She narrowed her eyes on him. How did he know so much? They would have to drag her dead body back there if she had anything to say about it.
"It's my own business," she said, trying to sound more confident then she felt, "and don't think I'm stupid enough to go with you either."
He nodded.
"I understand." He swallowed hard, his green eyes boring into her. She thought she could see understanding and compassion. It was spreading warmth within her, and she found her arm weakening its threatening stance.
This warmth- this something she couldn't identify- she had never felt this way, even when Draco had whispered comforting words into her ear, even when he had held her close, and she had thought it was because he cared about her.
But this... what was this?
She looked him up and down. He wasn't a large man by any means, but lean like Draco was. His dark hair was the same as it had been in the picture, as were his sad, green eyes.
"Ginny," He started again, "I know that you've been hurt. I know that Draco did something to you, and you're feeling confused. But I'm just so glad you're alright."
He licked his lips, seeming to debate his next words.
"I won't force you to do anything you don't want to. If you want to leave, or go back to Draco, I won't stop you, I promise. But, before you go, can I sit and talk to you? I have so much to tell you. I won't make you come with me, and it's alright if you don't believe what I say, but will you please just hear me out? There are some things you need to know, and once I've said my piece, you can decide for yourself what to do. Will you let me do that? Will you trust me for just these few minutes?"
Ginny's wand wavered again. If he was the Dark Lord, surely he would begin spewing vicious lies... but then, he had killed her yet, hadn't hurt her yet, and he gave his word she could go. But she had become accustomed to empty promises.
And yet...
There was something so familiar- so calm- about her proximity with this dark-haired stranger.
Her body had relaxed, and she felt no threatening aura. Maybe...maybe there was something she was missing.
Dark Lord or not, maybe he could help restore her memory...
Not fighting her moment of insanity- she abruptly dropped her wand.
"Fine." She snapped.
Harry looked slightly surprised at her answer, then started looking awkwardly around the room.
"Can we sit?" He said softly, gesturing to the overturned furniture.
She gave a stiff nod, and he flourished his wand. Two chairs and a table flew over to them, and they each sat across from each other. Another flick of his wand and the chair was undusted. Ginny hid the surprise she felt at the show of magic. He didn't need to know that she only knew a handful of spells.
She sat stiffly, folding her arms across her chest, eyes narrowed. The boy stared at her for a moment with an unreadable expression, before shaking his head and clasping his hands together nervously.
"Well?" She prompted impatiently.
"Oh. Right." He said, rubbing his hands on his thighs. "Um. So..."
Ginny pinched the bridge of her nose. They were wasting time. She needed to get as far away from Draco as possible.
"Why don't you start from the beginning?"
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Nearly an hour later, Ginny was listening with rapt attention. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, and Harry was looking at her with a very worried expression.
Kidnapped.
Memory erased.
A family that loved her and was still alive.
Draco, pursuing her relentlessly for years.
And this boy- sitting here, telling her that he had been looking for her. That he had LOVED her...
And all this time she had spent her nights having to submit to Draco. Under his body. His hand. His leather belt.
A wave of nausea welled up within her.
"I need a minute."
She shot up from her chair and dashed through a door off of the main room. The Universe answered her unspoken plea and she found herself in a loo, just in time to empty her stomach into the toilet.
She rinsed her mouth and face off in the sink, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. A pale face and dark eyes looked back at her. She lowered herself to the floor, leaning against the cabinet and hugging her knees to herself.
Lies.
So many lies.
But how to tell the truth?
"Are you alright?"
His voice floated into the small room from the doorway. He looked as if he wanted nothing more than to come sit right next to her, but he did not move closer.
"I'm fine." She insisted, breathing out shakily. "I'm alright."
He gave a silent nod, then reached out a hand to her. She eyed it warily. He didn't retract his hand back but kept his green eyes on hers.
"It's alright." He said gently.
Something within her overruled her resolve to not move, and she found herself reaching up and clasping the hand held out to her. Clasping his warm hand, he lifted her to her feet until they stood in front of each other.
He did not immediately let go of her hand, but kept a gentle pressure. The touch was innocent enough, or at least, it had seemed so. But there was something passing from his hand to hers, something warm and fluid, like she had dipped her hand and then her arm into a luxurious warm bath.
Unbidden, a scene flashed before her eyes. She was smiling, and laughing, and it had been a warm, sunny day. She was up in the air somehow, feeling so light and carefree. A black-haired, green-eyed boy was there, and he had been smiling and laughing back at her...
Before she could comprehend the scene in her mind, her ears were suddenly filled with violent ringing. A searing pain erupted inside her head. She gasped, clutching her head with the hand that had been in his.
"Gin? What is it? Are you okay?"
His voice was full of concern, and before he had even finished speaking, the pain in her head was nearly gone.
"It's nothing."
The ringing subsided, and she looked back into his face.
"Are you sure?" He asked her, his brow furrowed. "Why don't you come sit down?"
"I can't," she said, shaking her head. "I've got to get going, I've spent too much time here already."
"What? You're leaving already?"
She narrowed her eyes at this.
"I said I would listen to you, and I did. You said you wouldn't stop me if I wanted to go. Or was that just another lie?"
His shoulders fell.
"No, no, I won't stop you. I just hoped it would be enough... I mean, I hoped you would stay."
"Well, I can't. I can't afford to waste any more time."
"But it's not safe out there-"
Ginny rounded on him, her wand immediately raised to his neck.
"Oh, and it's safe with you, is it?" She snarled. "I've heard that one before!"
Moving forward, her wand pressing into his neck, he stepped backwards into the main room.
"Now, Potter, you're going to let me go. You won't follow me, you are going to leave me alone, just like you promised."
"Gin-"
"You promised!"
He held his hands up in surrender, and a great sadness filled his eyes. But he gave a resigned nod of his head.
Ginny nodded back.
"Good." She pulled the hood of her cloak back over her head, and began backing towards the door, not taking her wand off the boy.
He watched her closely, looking heartbroken. She quicky tamped down the surge of guilt she felt- she couldn't afford to be fooled again.
Just as her hand met the door handle, he spoke again.
"Wait."
Trying not to look exasperated, she turned as he walked towards her, pulling something out of his pocket. It was small and wrapped in a cloth. He held it out to her.
"Take this with you."
Hesitantly, she took the small bundle and unwrapped it. It was a small mirror. She looked up at him questioningly.
"It's a two-way mirror," he explained. "If you get into trouble, or you need help, just say 'Harry Potter' into the mirror, and you'll be able to contact me."
She traced the edge of the mirror with a finger, wondering if this could be another trick.
"Just in case," he whispered.
Swallowing, she nodded. Pocketing the mirror, she quickly opened the door and stepped out, before anything else could deter her further.
Alone in the alleyway, she grasped her wand firmly in her hand, before darting out of sight.
Inside the abandoned building, the boy with dark hair sat with his head in his hands. He sat in the silence for several minutes before he was joined by his two companions.
"What the hell, Harry?" The redhead shouted. "You let her go?"
"Ron!" Hermione chided, before turning to Harry. "What happened? Where did she go?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders miserably, staring at his hands.
"He erased her memory."
Ron paled.
"What did you say?"
"He erased her memory," Harry said quietly, "She doesn't remember, she doesn't remember anything. She doesn't even know me."
Hermione's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Harry..."
"And you just let her go?" Ron demanded.
"I had to," Harry said, unable to meet his eyes, "She didn't trust me. She actually thought I was Voldemort at first."
Ron stilled a moment as the realization sank in.
"Malfoy- that fucker!" He looked between Harry and Hermione. "What do we do? We can't leave her out there on her own."
"I gave her one of the mirrors," Harry said, finally looking up. "I told her to use it if she gets into trouble."
Ron and Hermione just stared back at him.
"It's got a tracking charm. Until we figure out what to do about her memory, I figured we can at least keep her safe this way. It also has an alarm if anyone with a Dark Mark gets too close."
"Good," Hermione nodded solemnly. "We need to find a specialist for her. Memory charms are incredibly complicated and dangerous. And with the state of mind she's in, I think stunning her or taking her against her will would do more damage than good."
Harry blew out a breath.
"She's terrified... and she was showing classic symptoms of having her memory tampered with. I'm afraid if I do anything rash, or if we act too quickly, we might destroy her."
Ron nodded in agreement. "So, we find the best- the absolute best. We bring them here and try to get her memory back-"
"I'm not leaving." Harry interrupted.
Hermione smiled. "Of course, you aren't."
"No, mate" Ron said, "Hermione and I will go. You stay and take care of my sister. Keep her safe until we can help her."
Harry smiled weakly.
"I will."
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