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Harry stumbled out of the fireplace as the green flames sputtered out around his feet. The familiar dingy atmosphere of the Leaky Cauldron made a wave of nostalgia crash over him before quickly sweeping away at the sight of the marauders and Lily.

"There you are, we've been waiting forever." James said, reaching down to pick up his trunk. "C'mon, we're going to take a muggle taxi to the station."

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There was a crack somewhere deep in the woods, a few meters from where Ginny stood. She flinched and flattened herself against a tree trunk. The light of the moon helped little in piercing through the dark forest, and she didn't want to use her wand for light and draw attention to her position. Not just yet anyways.

After two days of careful thought, the group decided that Ron was well enough to travel, but where to they were unsure. Their initial thoughts on St. Mungo's were snuffed out when over the radio they hear reports of Death Eater raids in the building. It seemed as if no magical place was safe to go to, and it was unlikely that the Order would be waiting for them there either. It seemed as if they would be stuck in the woods indefinitely, until Hermione came up with a brilliant plan.

Together, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione all conjured their patronus's — a jack russel terrier, a horse, and an otter — and sent each in to a different direction. Ron sent his to the Burrow, in the possibility that the Weasley's had reclaimed it after the attack; Ginny's galloped to Grimmauld Place in case the Order had returned; and Hermione's otter travelled to Hogwarts, specifically Dumbledore's office. With each, they sent a message: "Muggle. Silver. Holiday. Red. 12."

The trio could only pray that whoever heard it had enough information to find them —

"Its a muggle camp ground, off of Silver Lake. My parents took me here on holiday, they'll definitely remember it if the Weasley's ask. And at midnight, we'll send up red sparks." Hermione had twisted her hair anxiously as they waited for the sun to set.

"Do you really think they'll be able to put that all together though?" Ron said, scratching at the bandage Hermione had carefully wrapped around his head.

"Yes," Hermione said sharply. "I'm the only muggleborn your family regularly communicates with, and I'm sure they're out looking for us."

It was now 11:57 according to Hermione's wristwatch. The three friends had packed up their tent and left the clearing, and moved to the edge of the woods alongside the rocky beach of Silver Lake. They had debated for quite some time if this was wise or not, Ron saying they would be easily spotted if they were nearer to the main location they had given — Hermione arguing that they would be easily spotted by those Death Eaters as well.

They had agreed that for safety precautions they would put up a small protected area of enchantments, just incase. In order to send up the sparks, however, someone would have to step out of the boundaries.

"Do you think they're already out there?" Ron asked as he stared across the lake.

"Almost definitely." Hermione responded quietly. "If they were able to understand our message."

"It's time," Ginny said, straightening her back.

Slowly, she stepped forward with her wand in her right hand, Hermione's watch in her left. She took a few strides past the protective barriers and onto the rocky beach, the stones crunching as she walked. Steadily, Ginny raised her wand upwards, her eyes fixed on the wrist watch, waiting for the exact right moment…

The wristwatch beeped. Midnight.

Everything happened so quickly.

"Periculum!" Ginny cried, a flurry of red sparks shooting up into the air like a flare. Almost as soon as the sparks left her wand, a cloud of black hooded figures descended down upon her, one grabbing her from behind causing her to drop the watch.

"GINNY!" Ron roared, abandoning the safety of the protective wards.

"Ron, no!" Hermione cried, clawing at the back of his cloak to pull him back but he slipped away. He dashed forward, his wand raised, but he was quickly disarmed and grabbed as well.

Hermione covered her mouth and backed away from the edge of the ward, holding back a silent scream as she watched her friends being bound by the cloaked figures.

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Harry wiped the back of his hand across his forehead as he leaned over a large pewter cauldron boiling with yellow potion. The heat was getting unbearable, but the instructions for brewing stated that as soon as you could see a single hint of purple, you had to cast a freezing charm on the potion. If you waited, even a little bit past the first second it began to turn, the potion would at the very least no longer be effective but could also be harmful, or deadly.

Before the freezing charm, however, the potion had to be kept an extremely high temperature, and Harry had been hovering over the boiling liquid for almost thirty minutes now. Sweat slid down his forehead and cheeks and stung his eyes. He furiously rubbed them, trying to keep them open as to not miss the crucial moment.

Suddenly, he saw it, a flash of purple. Harry jolted away from the potion, as he shouted "Glacius!". Ice shot from the end of his wand, hitting the cauldron and putting out the flames. However, in his haste to take out his wand, Harry had hit his arm against the burning hot metal and partially knocked it over.

The spell had prevented it from toppling over completely, but still, Harry clenched his teeth in pain as he helplessly watched half of his precious potion — which had had a total brewing time of three and a half days —hit the floor with a hiss and begin melting the stone. Harry cast the freezing charm once more on the molten liquid, before leaning back against the back of an arm chair and pulling his tender arm towards him. Breathing heavily, he glanced down at it, but quickly looked away as it was red and raw.

"What the bloody fucking hell am I going to do now," Harry rolled his eyes up to the ceiling before conjuring a cloth which he cast a cooling charm on and gently touched it to the wound. He immediately, recoiled however, as the stinging pain shot up his arm.

Angrily, Harry threw the cloth across the room and put his head in his hands.

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SO SORRY OH MY GOODNESS. It's been so long, I was seriously stumped and didn't know where to go with the story but I have some idea now! I know this is short, but as long time readers might know, whenever I write one chapter I end up going into a frenzy! So stay tuned and review!