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           Harry groaned and tried to reach up and rub his throbbing head but his hands wouldn’t move from their place at his side. ‘Incarcerous’ Harry thought as he lay on the floor tied with invisible cords. He could already feel them rubbing his wrists and ankles raw, they may be invisible but they were still felt. “Wait where am I?” Harry wondered aloud, but as his words bounced of the tall looming walls around him he remembered Ginny. “Ginny? Ginny are you here? Oh Ginny where are you?” He strained to turn his body over onto his stomach to get a better view of the room. After much trial and error he finally succeeded in flipping over. He looked around the dim room; the only light peered through the windows at the very top of the chamber. He was alone in this strange dark room, ‘they must have taken her with them.’  “Damn it!” he yelled and his words bounced back to him.  He strained against the cords binding him, “if only I could just break their spell I could get out of here and save Ginny.” As he said this not only did the words bounce around the dark room, but the moonlight coming in through the windows shifted to reveal a solid iron door with no doorknob or key hole. If not for the hinges he would think it to be just another part of the wall.
            This room was very strange indeed, for ever time Harry thought of a way he might get out; the room revealed that he was quite wrong in his thinking. The walls too slick to climb, the windows too high, the spell refusing to weaken just enough to bring his hand around to his front pocket for his wand-- wait, where was his wand while laying on his stomach he should be able to feel it, long and round against his leg and lower stomach. He stretched his longest finger to his left front pocket to feel for his wand; maybe it was there he just couldn’t feel it for some reason with his body. He continued to reach and was beginning to panic. “Where is it?!” he yelled switching to reach with his other finger to the other pocket. He scrambled around to his back once more and lifted his head as far up as it would go and gazed at his pockets, surly he would see the slight bulge in either pocket but he didn’t. He dropped his head hard, back against the cold stone floor. He sighed heavily and let his mind escape him; he let it travel to where Ginny might be. He found her locked away in a similar room to his, only she wasn’t bond merely leaning hopelessly against the wall. ‘Oh Ginny I’m here…Well kind of, in a way, in spirit I am here for you.’   “I have to get to her.” He sighed again and began to only think of Ginny and himself, and all the happy times they had spent together then was slowly lulled into an uneasy sleep.

            Ginny leaned up against the cold wall of her dark chamber and wept silently, for she knew they would not be far outside the door and would hear her if she was too loud. She wondered what might have come of Harry since he had so suddenly and unexpectedly showed up with them in this…Well she didn’t know exactly what this place was or where they were. She only knew that the people with her used some other means of travel because no witch or wizard could Disapparent within the school or what ever they had done to get here. Portkey, possibly, but what could have it been, it didn’t seem like they were holding anything. Ginny pondered this awhile and then suddenly she heard a quiet knock on the door and it slowly creak open. Ginny, startled, jumped from her place at the wall and saw a small black haired women enter the shadowy room.
            “Don’t be frightened. I’m here to help. You are pregnant, right?” The women reached out her hand to Ginny in a friendly gesture. Ginny stayed in her corner she still wasn’t convinced of the women’s friendliness.
            “Yes” Ginny quietly replied to the women’s question and slowly crept out of the corner step by step.
             “Well may I take a look?” the small women asked holding up her wand. Ginny nodded slightly and continued to walk to her. The women met Ginny in the middle of the room and reached out her free hand to take Ginny’s to lead her out of the room. 
            “Where are we going?” Ginny asked timidly. Ginny was unsure of this and the women. She didn’t even know if she should even trust her? “What is your name?” Ginny had just realized she knew not even this women’s name.
            “Oh, how rude of me, my name is Caroline. What’s yours?” Although the women already knew Ginny’s she thought it would be polite to ask. They headed down a long dark corridor with large lit torches along the way.
           “Ginny. How did you know I was pregnant?” this question had been pressing her mind ever since Caroline had said that she was without even asking.
           “Oh, well—I’ll tell you once we get you settled.” Caroline seamed uneasy about this question as she ushered Ginny into a brightly lit room, quite the opposite of the room they had just left. There in the middle of the room was a bed with crisp linen sheets and a single pillow. Caroline helped Ginny up onto the bed and then walked over to a tall brown cupboard in the corner. Ginny watched as Caroline opened it and began to rummage through it.
           “May I ask what you are searching for?” Ginny asked after a moment of watching the women.
          “Oh well here it is.” She pulled out a small bottle of shimmering clear liquid.
          “Why must you put me to sleep?” 
          “Well someone knows their potions.” Caroline praised cheerily.
          “Aren’t you just looking at the baby? You still didn’t answer my question.” Ginny persisted. She was getting a little worried as to what this Caroline was planning to do to her and her baby.
          “Well yes but I thought you’d be more comfortable if I gave you a sip of this.” She held up the bottle again. “Or do you wish to be awake?” Caroline asked this as if it were forbidden but still was polite. Caroline seemed to want her every word to be polite whether they needed to be or not and this was starting to annoy Ginny, nobody was this nice as often as Caroline, it was impossible unless it was an order from someone higher ranked then Caroline. Could she be under strict orders to make Ginny’s stay as comfortable as possible? Well that couldn’t be true because Ginny was no where near comfortable in that dark, damp room and not knowing what was happening to Harry.
          “No I want to be awake.” Caroline nodded and put the potion away where she had found it. Ginny sat in the bed watching as the women prepped for what she was about to do. Caroline washed her hands and slipped them into small rubber gloves and then returned to Ginny’s side.
          “Are you ready?” Caroline looked at Ginny with her wand in her left hand and her right hand patting Ginny’s arm.
         “What are you going to do to me?” Ginny was not sure she liked the atmosphere that Caroline was making in the bright room. Ginny shifted uneasily in her bed.
         “Well I’m going to place the tip of my wand on your stomach and move it around until I find the heartbeat and then we go from there. May we begin?” The women brought her wand tip down to the slight bulge that was Ginny’s pregnant stomach.
        “Yes” Ginny replied. Caroline pressed down just a little and the room was filled with a watery-swishy sound. “What is that?” Ginny asked with curiosity. 
        “Well that would be your baby.” She rolled the tip of her long and skinny wand around Ginny’s stomach then stopped suddenly as she heard a very strong lub-dub. “Oh” Caroline perked up a bit and gave Ginny a wide smile.
        “Is that…? That sound, is that?” Ginny couldn’t bring herself to say it she was so filled with relief and excitement.
        “That it is. That is your baby; well its heart beat that is.” Caroline continued to smile as the little heart beat sounded through the room.
        “Oh wow, that’s my baby?” She couldn’t believe it, the strong and steady beat she was hearing was something she had made…something they had made, together. A wave of emotion flooded over her as she thought of Harry sitting alone in a room somewhere not able to hear his baby’s own heart beat, this beautiful sound. “Harry. Where is Harry? He has to be here. I can’t do this on my own?” Ginny was becoming frantic as she scrambled up to a sitting position.
         “Ginny, Ginny calm down everything will be ok I’ll be here with you until that baby is born. Don’t worry.” Caroline gently pushed Ginny back down, but Ginny didn’t want to be lying down she wanted to see Harry.
         “Calm down? Calm down? Are you crazy? Harry. I have to see him. Take me to him.”  Caroline hushed Ginny quietly.
          “In do time, in do time you will see him. There’s is no need to rush things. Think of the baby it doesn’t need all this stress.” Caroline wasn’t seeing the big picture. Ginny had to see Harry. She had to make sure that he was safe and…and…alive.


            “Dumbledore I left them here. They were standing right here. Well of course they couldn’t get in at the time that I had left them, but they were here. Dumbledore?” McGonagall swiftly followed Dumbledore into the Gryffindor common room with Hermione following with a very worried expression on her face.
            “Ron!” Hermione came out from behind McGonagall and saw Dumbledore bent down on the ground cradling Ron’s limp body.
             “Not to worry Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley is quite all right merely knocked out, he should come too soon.” Dumbledore reassured Hermione as she lent beside him brushing Ron’s hair out of his eyes. Tears were slowly glazing Hermione’s cheeks as she stroked Ron’s forehead hoping it would help him come too quicker. Dumbledore looked down over his half-moon spectacles at this loving sight only he knew what was held behind those wet eyes of the girl beside him. Ron suddenly blinked and looked up into Hermione’s eyes. Hermione, startled by his sudden awakening jumped and pulled her hand away placing it on the floor beside her. “Aw, Mr. Weasley glad to see you awake.” Dumbledore greeted cheerily. “Can you walk or do you need some assistance down to the hospital wing?” Dumbledore was slowly lifting Ron into a, somewhat, sitting position.
            “I think I will be fine.” Ron pulled on the old man’s sleeve to help him off the floor but as soon as his feet had to hold his weight he collapsed. Since Dumbledore had so quietly and swiftly stepped out of the way the only person there to catch Ron was Hermione. She jumped out and pushed her hands under his arms. She grunted as she tried to hold him up.
            “Dumbledore, McGonagall, a little help here.” She spoke to the empty room, for Dumbledore and McGonagall had somehow disappeared without Hermione even noticing. 
              “Oh I’m so sorry Hermione” Ron tried to lift himself but failed, ending up exactly where he had started, dangling from Hermione’s struggling grip.
              “It’s-ok” Hermione said trying to bend down to put one of his arms around her shoulder. Ron finally stood up with Hermione’s assistance and they began to walk to the hospital wing. Hermione opened her mouth to talk but closed it again because as she began to say what was worrying her something inside her head was saying something else, “wait, give him time to recuperate. Don’t make him relive what happened in there, just yet.” 
              “Are you ok?” Ron must have noticed the changes in her face as they walked, well Hermione walked while dragging Ron’s limp body, down to Madam Pomfrey. 
             “Yeah, I’m fine” she lied, “Ron, are you able to at least stand on your feet while I bare your weight?” Hermione asked shifting his weight on her shoulder.
             “Oh yeah, sorry” His ears turned slightly pink as he stood on his feet. They finally reached the hospital wing a little while later, upon approaching the doors Madam Pomfrey who had been in her office at the back of the wing cam bustling toward them.
            “Oh dear what happened Mr. Weasley?” she asked as she put his other arm around her neck to walk him to a bed. He was now able to walk but Hermione felt better being near him and helping him. Hermione looked to Ron wondering if he was going to answer.
              “Oh I don’t know I was just heading to breakfast and then I found Hermione here helping me walk along the corridor to you. I must have blacked out or something.” Well it was partial truth; maybe he just wasn’t ready to talk about what had happened to him, to Harry and to Ginny, who no one had found yet.
           “Here we go, nice and easy.”
           “Madam Pomfrey I can walk just fine now.” He informed her as they walked to the nearest bed.
           “Oh well just a precaution dear.” She smiled sweetly as she lifted his arm off her shoulders and helped him onto the bed. 
           Hermione stood and watched Madam Pomfrey try to figure out what might have caused him to black out. After doing so for about 45 minutes she gave up, “I don’t think this needs any worries, possibly just lack of water or something as innocent as that.” She smiled and shuffled out of the wing to her office to do some paper work. Now would be a good time. You’re all alone and maybe he can give important information to help find Harry and Ginny. This string of words flashed across Hermione’s mind as she found a seat and brought it up to the side of Ron’s bed.
          “You don’t have to stay. I’m fine, I’m sure that I’ll be out of here in a few hours.” Ron said when Hermione sat down beside him.
           “Well then I’ll leave in a few hours.” Hermione replied sarcastically. She smiled and he chuckled. “I want to make sure you’re fine. I want to…” she knew now would be a good time but she couldn’t get the words out.
          “’you want to’ what?” he paused and looked at his hands as if he knew exactly what she wanted to ask. “I don’t know where they are or who it was that took them. All I know is that we, Harry and I, were confronted by Ginny and two cloaked figures…” He paused again he was having trouble retelling what had happened,
          “It’s ok, it’s only me…” Hermione reassured him that it was ok and then sat quietly again.
          “Well Ginny was telling us to just let her go that they said she would be safe as long we let her go. Harry wouldn’t tolerate it and then the cloaked figures and Ginny began to fade so Harry reached for Ginny’s hand…” He paused again not wanting to say the rest. Hermione didn’t say anything just reached out and put her hand on top of his and waited for him to begin again. “Well then Harry began to fade just as quickly as the others and couldn’t stop he looked at me with scared eyes. They seemed to say that he wouldn’t let go and he couldn’t let go without Ginny with him. So I reached out for Harry, but I was thrown back and I hit my head against the wall and then I guess that’s when I blacked out.” He brought his free hand to his face and covered it. He wouldn’t cry, he was stronger than that and he definitely wouldn’t cry in front of Hermione.


            “Well Ginny that’s that. Do you want something to eat I don’t think you have eaten yet have you?” Caroline asked as they were leaving the bright room and heading in the opposite room of the little chamber that Ginny had been in that afternoon.
           “Yes I am starved! Hey, aren’t we supposed to be going that way?” Ginny gestured down the other hall.
            “Oh no that room is no place for a pregnant women, you will be staying right here next door to me so if there is anything wrong.” Caroline opened a door and led Ginny into a room no bigger than the dark room she had spent the day in, but this one was furbished and fully lit.
            “Where are we?” Ginny asked out of no where as she walked around the room.
            “You will find out in due time.” Caroline replied. “I will go order your dinner now what would you like?” 
            “Um, soup is fine.” Ginny sat on the small bed on the far wall facing the little window in the wall opposite.
            “Alright dear I’ll be back.” Caroline began to walk out the door.
            “Where is Harry? Is he safe? Has he eaten? Is he…” Ginny looked at Caroline. Deep lines were beginning to etch them selves into Ginny’s face and eyes. She was worried more for Harry and her baby then for her self and it showed.
            “Yes, he is alive but that’s all I can say. You get to see him soon--”
            “Do you promise? Do you promise that I’ll get to see him soon?” Ginny cut in.
            “Well I can’t do that but I can at least try. Now you need some rest I’ll wake you when I return with your soup.” She closed the door. Ginny slid off the bed and over to the window where the moon light shown in and she looked out.
           “Harry, I heard the baby today. It was a beautiful sound. I wish you were there, you would have been so excited, but you’ll hear it someday” She began to choke up at these words. “You will see it someday. We’ll be together again I promise. Please hold on I can’t do this by my self.” Ginny closed the window to the chilly breeze and went back to bed. She climbed in and wept on her pillow. She knew Caroline would be back soon, but she just couldn’t control herself. The tears flowed long and hard until she slowly found her self in a dream-like state with Harry and her baby in her arms. Later on she thought she heard a knock on the door but she was so numb with emotion she couldn’t bring her self to move she just stayed where she was and acted like she was asleep. Caroline came in quietly and placed a steaming bowl of soup on the bedside table and left just as quietly.

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