Hey everyone
This is my newest fanfic, The Other Prophecy. Before you read it I must warn you. Thia is not a 7th year fic, and it’s not a ship-fic. So if you can’t live without that; dont read it. Thank you.
And thanks to my beta, Nads aka. miss granger!
I’m very sad to admit that it was not me who came up with the Harry Potter-universe. JKR have given me inspiration to this story, which I have written. I do not own any of the characters you recognize.

And now... let’s begin with the story. Enjoy!

1 – Taken away.
The dark clouds outside was hanging low and no sun were breaking through them. It was all darkness, even though it was middle of the day. In these times in was not possible to tell the difference between night and day. Down on the street mist was floating around and it was impossible to see more than ten feet in front of one. Some of the streetlamps could be seen, but it was more like a light that was miles and miles away.
Molly dragged herself away from the window and ran out of her room and down in the kitchen. Her mother and father sat in the kitchen, talking to each other. They looked up at Molly and expected her to talk. Some time past before she did.
“Mum… does the sun ever brake through the clouds?”
Her mother smiled sadly at her. “I don’t know, sweetheart.”
“What does the sun look like? And the day?”
“I almost can’t remember.”
“Here. Come and sit. Then I’ll tell you.” Molly’s father told her to.
Molly ran over to him and jumped up on his lap. “Tell me dad.”
“I remember once… your mother, I and then a friend of us… we were sitting under this tree at Hogwarts-”
“Is this one more story about all your adventures with your friend?” Molly sighed.
Her father laughed. “No. This is about the sun and day. As you asked for. But we were sitting under this tree, in the shadow. Nothing was chaos… yet. It was before our OWLs and every single student was outside. Because it was nothing like this. The air was warm and you could see longer than just down to your shoes. We talked and looked into the light blue sky, and right on the middle was the sun. Now, imagine this brightest light you have ever seen.”
Molly thought it was weird but did as she was told. “Yeah?”
“And then imagine thousand times more that light.”
“Wow.”
“That’s the sun, sweetheart.”
“It’s shiny.”
“It was… And we loved it. It was warm when you could see it and it made you happy.” His father said and then added bitterly. “And it could have been here still. If he just hadn’t gone and got himself blown up-”
“Ronald!” Molly’s mother interrupted. “Don’t say things like that!”
“But Hermione…”
“Mum, I don’t mind. Better be honest with bad news than lying and feel the unhappiness later.”
Hermione smiled. It was no secret that they were living in one of the darkest times of the wizard kind, but she and Ron had been gifted with a child that was so much more than just normal. She was special, and knew much more and was so much wiser than any other kind of her age. And Molly knew. She knew she was something special.
“You know what?” Ron’s voice was heard.
“No, what dad?” Molly asked.
“I think you should go up to your room and play a bit.”
“Sure.”
Molly knew when her father said that to her it was because he and her mother were going to talk. She ran upstairs. She sat back in the windowsill and looked out of the window once more. It was a good place to think. She could see all over the neighbourhood and think at the same time. She knew what her mother and father was talking about. Harry, and the way he had failed on his mission almost eight years ago. Molly knew more than her parents thought she did.
After Harry had died at Voldemort’s wand he had left the whole wizard world back with the problem and everyone had been subjected to Voldemort’s power and was now servants to the darkest lord of all times. Of course most people were against him and wanted him to die, but everyone was too afraid to stand up to him since Harry’s death. And no one was able to do it. Darkness had lain all over the country. The dementors ruled and because of them, the sun never shinned and it was dark all the time. People were depressed and no one seemed to believe in happiness anymore.
Down on the street a figure stepped out of the shadows. Molly straightened her back and looked more attentive. It was tall and skinny man and it seemed to be darker around him. He started walking up their front lawn.
“Mommy…” Molly called. “Someone’s coming.”
She heard his parents get up and walk over the kitchen window.
“Molly, you stay up there!” Her mother shouted up to her. She sounded scared.
Molly heard the front door open, but her parents had not opened because they were still in the kitchen. Silent footsteps were heard as the man entered the kitchen.
“What are you doing here?” Ron asked aggressive.
“Speak nicely, Weasley.” A high and cold voice was heard. “Or I’ll have to show you your place around here.”
Ron didn’t say anything.
Molly went on tiptoe out to the staircase and sat down. She could see down in the kitchen, but it was almost impossible to see her where she sat behind the stout railing. The man stood with his back at her. He was bald and his skin looked like it had never seen any sunlight. This was not strange because no one had seen the sun for years, but this skin colour was extremely white. He was wearing black robes and had a wand in his hand. Molly gasped.
“So, where is it? The child.”
Hermione and Ron looked at each other before they looked back at the man.
“What child?” Ron asked.
“Potter’s. My sources have told me that there was this Weasley girl he loved.”
The man looked at Molly’s parents, so they both looked down.
“Harry didn’t love her.” Ron said and looked up.
Molly knew this was a lie. She had heard her parents talk about her aunt Ginny thousands of times, without knowing that Molly was listening of course. She and Harry had been a couple back in school, but Harry broke up because he didn’t want her to get hurt. Ron had said that Harry had never stopped loving her, and they even had been together in the time before the big battle where Harry was killed.
“I think he did. And he even got her pregnant. Now stop playing stupid and tell me where the child is!”
“They never got a child!” Ron exclaimed.
The man looked at Molly’s father for a while, like trying to make him tell the truth.
“I see you’re trained in Occlumency.”
“What do you want, Voldemort?! We don’t even know about a child of Harry’s!” Ron almost yelled.
Molly’s jaw dropped. Did she hear what she thought she did? Was Lord Voldemort standing in the kitchen right now? That would explain the wand. And why didn’t her mother speak?
“Not afraid of speaking my name any more. Potter must have taught you braveness… or stupidity. Now, talk!”
“We don’t know anything!” Ron’s fists were almost white for squeezing so hard.
“I repeat: Speak NICELY!” Voldemort exclaimed and made an outcome with his arm that held the wand.
Ron spun quickly sideways and landed had on his stomach on the floor. Hermione made a little shriek and ran over to Ron who didn’t move at first.
“Will you now tell me, Weasley?” Voldemort asked with a voice low and calm as he had just talked about the weather.
Ron didn’t speak, but looked up at the man with pure hate and scorn in his gaze.
Molly was scared. Voldemort was standing feet from her threatening her mum and dad, and she couldn’t do anything about it. She watched as her dad sat a little up, still looking at Voldemort.
“No? That’s sad…” Voldemort studied his hand with the wand in and then pointed it at Ron. “Crucio!”
Ron fell back on the floor and rolled backwards and forwards in pain for less than a second before Molly knew what was happening. She shrieked very loudly, and Voldemort turned around and let the curse stop. Molly was shocked. Whole his face looked like a snake and his eyes were red and cat-like and there were no love in them. They stared at her.
“What is this Weasley? I didn’t know you had a child.”
Voldemort had not taken his hungry eyes of Molly and she started to get scared. She saw her mother begin to shook her head slowly in the background and her father was getting up again. They both looked at Molly with fear written all over their faces.
“How old is she? Seven…eight?”
“Seven.” Ron said.
“Well, well, well...” Voldemort sighed. “I could just take her instead of Potter’s child.”
“He doesn’t have a child!” Ron yelled.
“That’s not what my sources are telling me…”
“When we last saw Ginny she was not pregnant!” Hermione yelled. “And that was at Harry’s funeral!”
This was the first time she said anything, and Voldemort looked at her, his face showed more hate and disgust than ever.
“How dare you talk to me, you filthy mudblood?” He whispered.
Hermione swallowed. “Harry was never afraid of you. Nor will we ever be.”
“Liar!” Voldemort laughed. “I can see it all in your eyes. You’re more afraid than a mouse is from the hungry owl.”
Hermione looked down and Ron looked at Voldemort with even more hate in his gaze.
“Now, back to the point…” Voldemort said and turned to Molly again. “Tell me your name.”
What he said sounded in Molly’s ears more like a commando than a request. She didn’t do as she was told, but she felt how Voldemort’s eyes almost bore into her own. It was like he was trying to read her name in her eyes.
“Ahh, Molly… I see. Won’t you join us down here?”
Once again it sounded like a commando and once again Molly didn’t do as she was told to. Suddenly she felt something grasp around her neck and drag her up. She could almost not breathe. Her feet slowly lost touch with the floor and she quietly flew down the stairs. She could hear her mother shouting something like ‘let her down’ but she wasn’t sure. She felt how her hands and knees made contact with the floor as she magic stopped. The air filled her lungs and her eyesight came back. She looked right at Voldemort’s feet.
“Stand up, Molly.” Voldemort said.
When Molly didn’t move she felt his cold hand under jaw, pulling her softly up, forcing her to look him into his eyes. They were lifeless and showed nothing but cold.
“You look so much like your aunt.” He said.
Molly could see her mother and father move in the corner of her eyes, but she didn’t break the eye contact. She had been told so before. Some said that she even could have been Ginny’s twin if they had been on the same age. They were almost identical.
“You have Ginny?” Ron asked shocked.
It was no secret that no one in the Weasley-family knew what Ginny was doing or if she even was alive, so of course Ron was surprised to hear Voldemort talk about her. She had disappeared and no one was in contact with her.
Voldemort ignored him “She didn’t want to talk or even obey me either. So stubborn, and wouldn’t tell me anything of what I wanted to know. A shame actually…”
“What did you do to my sister?” Ron asked.
“She didn’t want to cooperate so she had to pay the price.”
Ron’s legs gave away and he sat on the floor, looking straight in front of him without seeing anything. “My sister,” He whispered. “My only sister…”
Voldemort smiled. Molly could see he enjoyed the pain he brought with the news. He got up and then sighed, still smiling.
“Well… it doesn’t seem like I can make you talk. I’ll give you something to think about.”
Ron looked at Voldemort with fear and Hermione was close to tears, also looking at Voldemort.
Molly felt the grip around her neck once more as it dragged her up and started to pull her out of the kitchen. She could feel Voldemort right behind her, and hear her mother starting to sob.
“No! Don’t take her! Please!” She cried after them.
Ron got up and ran after them out in the hall with a face like wanting to hurt Voldemort, but just as he was about to do it Voldemort turned around with his wand drawn. He placed it at Ron’s neck as he came very close to him. Molly was still hanging in the air, trying to breathe normal.
“I could kill you right here. But then you couldn’t be to any use later.” He made the same outcome with his wand as he had done earlier and Ron spun through the air and landed on the floor.
Hermione came out in the hall too. “Please.” She begged.
Voldemort pointed his wand at her for while, looking like he was thinking very much about something. “Crucio!” He cried.
Molly could only hear her mother scream in pain, but couldn’t see. She tried to close her ears, but it seemed impossible to let the sound of a suffering person out of one’s head. Molly felt a tear run down her cheek as her mother kept screaming.
Finally it stopped. Molly heard the door to the outside open. The cold and depressing air hit Molly in the face as they left the house. Voldemort grabbed her around her upper arm and the last thing Molly heard was her mother’s cry before they apparated away.

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- Vicki

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2 – Friends, Love and Family.
When Molly opened her eyes again the only thing she could see was almost complete darkness. Voldemort pushed her down on a hard stone floor and she felt blood running from her elbow. She heard him sit down in a chair; his breathing was the only sound in the room. It was slow and heavy. He didn’t say anything to Molly.
Her eyes slowly got used to the darkness and she could see more and more of the room. There were no windows, but some small creepy green lights were floating around in the air and they were the only lights in the room. She could see the outline of a door on her left and on her right was the chair were Voldemort sat at. It was placed on a green carpet. The floor and walls were all made of big black stones.
“Why don’t you want to talk to me, Molly?” Voldemort asked.
Molly looked up. She could feel his eyes bore into hers. Why did he talk to her like they were best friends? Like he was a good uncle who just wanted to tell a story? She didn’t fall for that trick. He was just acting, trying to make her talk. She wasn’t even sure what he wanted with her. He had done what he had to do years ago. Harry was dead. What more could there be?
“Sure Potter is dead.” Voldemort said.
Molly was shocked. Why did he always know what she was thinking? She tried to remove her gaze, but it was like his eyes had locked them.
“But his child is not. You don’t know anything. I can see that, but you can be useful to me.”
When Molly still didn’t say anything he leaned back in his chair and sighed.
She finally managed to remove her gaze and look down at the stone floor instead. Why could she possible be useful to him? What was she doing here when she didn’t know anything? Molly didn’t know what to do, but one thing was for sure. She would not bow under to Voldemort. He wanted her to break down, starting to cry. But Molly would do that. She just wouldn’t!
Voldemort had been quiet for some time and Molly had just begun to wander what he was up to when a man burst into the room.
“You called Master.” The man said.
Molly looked up at him. The man was on the same age as her parents and had sleek blonde hair and cold grey eyes. He was wearing black robes and his back was straight.
“Yes, Malfoy. Take young Miss Weasley down into the dungeons. Number three.” Again, his voice sounded commanding and cold.
Malfoy? Molly thought back in time. She had heard her mother and father talk about him lots of times. He was their enemy at school and always tried to put the innocent into trouble. This must be him, because he was the right age and looked like the idiot her parents had described to her.
Malfoy grabbed Molly by her upper arm and dragged her out of the room. Molly tried to keep up but the man walked so quickly it was hard. She stumbled once or twice, but got up before she even hit the ground. Malfoy snorted scornfully at her. She hated him with every fibre of her body and she tried to wrench free, but his grip was too hard.
Finally Malfoy stopped and so did Molly. He opened the door they had stopped at and stepped inside. It was a long corridor with several doors with a little window in. Molly was dragged a little down the corridor and then Malfoy opened a heavy door and threw her inside.
“Enjoy.” He laughed evilly and closed the door with a loud bang.
Molly landed on the hard floor, but also on something else. Hey! She let her hand pick some of it up. It was old, but had softened her lading on the floor. She looked around. The cell she had been placed in was little, but there was a little window almost in the top of the stone wall. There were bars for the small window, but some light came in. Molly couldn’t stop herself for thinking that even if there wasn’t bars the window would be to small to even let the smallest child get through.
Under the window was a big stack of hay. Molly looked at it. A person was lying on it. Not a very big person, but it was an adult. She couldn’t see much of the person because of the lack of light, but she was sure that the person was asleep. She crawled over and pushed the hay slightly. It moved, and so did the person in it. The light from the outside was now letting Molly see the face of the person.
It was a young woman. She was wearing a T-shirt that was green under the mud and worn baggy pants with big holes. She had a dirty face, but Molly could see that it was a friendly face that would have smiled all the time if there had been something to smile about. The woman’s hair was dirty and it seemed brown because of all the dirt. It was slightly tangled and kept away from her face. Molly could see a gold chain around her neck with three golden rings hanging in it. She moved closer and looked at the rings. The first one was three thin gold strings that were twisted around each other, and on the middle around a mother-of-pearl stone. The second ring was thick and had small hearts engraved all the way around, but a single emerald broke the pattern and shined, even though no light hit it. Molly gasped as she saw the third ring up close. It was not as thick as the second, and there was a red ruby with one name on each side of it: ‘Arthur’ and ‘Molly’.
That ring had belonged to her grandmother, but it had disappeared after her death. Molly’s father and his brother had searched through the whole Burrow a week after Molly’s grandmother had died, but it had not been found. This woman must have known her or else she wouldn’t have known about this ring and taken it before the brothers got the chance to find it.
Molly suddenly got very mad at this woman. This thief! She had taken her grandmother’s most beloved jewellery. Molly leaned back at the stone wall. She didn’t take her eyes of the woman. She felt the rage building up inside her as the seconds passed. A door slammed, but Molly didn’t react. This woman in front of her was at this moment her worst enemy. It was not Malfoy, it was not even Voldemort. It was her, the thief that had taken one of the most valuable items in the Weasley family.
Suddenly the woman moved and then blinked a couple of times. She sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes. Then she got up and lifted herself up by her arms to the window and looked out, she sighed and let herself fall back down in the heap of hay. She had not noticed Molly yet because the lack of light, and Molly had placed herself in the darkest corner. The woman lifted her gaze from the floor and up at Molly. She made a little shook and took her hand to her heart.
“Wow! Sorry, I didn’t see you before. No wonder, you’re sitting in the dark. Why don’t you come out so I can see you?”
Molly didn’t answer, but looked at the woman. Perhaps this woman was a prisoner of Voldemort, but she was also the enemy of Molly now. Molly could see the woman searching for her face, but it was impossible in the darkness. She sighed silently.
“So… You’re not the talkative type, huh? It’s probably for the best… Everyone that talks to me ends up getting killed… or worse.” The woman made laughed bitterly.
Molly’s back started to hurt so she moved a little to the right, out of the corner. She could see the woman’s eyes now. They were light brown, and seemed familiar, but Molly couldn’t place them and pushed the thought away again. They were filled with sorrow and pain, but something shined through the misery. It was optimism and bravery. Molly didn’t know how she knew this, but she did. And she didn’t understand how this woman could be optimistic in these times and in a cell like this.
“Will you at least tell me your name so I know who I’m sitting with here?” The woman asked.
Again Molly didn’t answer but looked at the woman who also looked back at her. She didn’t want to tell her that her name was Molly. She just wanted to hurt the woman or do something that could make the woman understand that she was no friend of hers.
The woman’s face didn’t show many feelings, but Molly was sure she was shocked and Molly could not understand why.
“Your name is Molly.” The woman said and shocked Molly. “And you absolutely don’t like me. But I don’t know why.”
Molly could not understand how the woman could know that, but she didn’t like that people had been listening to her thoughts all day.
“It’s called Legilimency. And if you don’t want people to know what you are thinking you should avoid eye contact.”
Molly looked down immediately. She had a harder time to keep hating this woman and finally decided to speak.
“What’s your name?” She asked and looked up.
The woman looked back at her. “You can call me Mette.”
“That’s a weird name.” Molly blurted out.
“Can’t help it.” Mette shrugged.
Molly looked down. The woman didn’t seem like a thief and Molly started to wonder if the woman had not stolen the ring, but it had come in her possession by some other way.
“What’s on your mind, Molly? You seem more worried than you should be.”
Molly looked down. She didn’t know what to say.
“I was kidnapped and brought here.”
Mette sighed. “I didn’t come here out of free will either.” She got up and sat down beside Molly instead. “But we have to be strong.”
Molly looked at the rings that had come outside of Mette’s T-shirt when she got up. The ruby caught her gaze.
“What’s with the rings?” She asked.
“These?” Mette asked and pointed at her neck.
“Yeah… They’re beautiful.”
“Friends, Love and Family. One for each.” Mette said and looked at the chain.
“Friends?”
“They gave this one to me when we had finished Hogwarts. Most of them are dead now.” Mette said and showed Molly the ring with the mother-of-pearl stone in.
“Love?”
“My boyfriend gave this one to me two months before he died.” Mette showed Molly the ring with the emerald.
“Family?” Molly said and got excited. Now it was the chain with her grandparents’ names on.
“This one, I had from-”
But Mette didn’t have a chance to say any more because the cell door flew open and a man stepped inside.
“Weasley! The Dark Lord wants to see you!”
Molly didn’t look up. She wasn’t going to go voluntarily. The man would have to drag her down the corridors to make her go. Mette sat at her side, just looking at the heap of hay in front of them and ignoring the man.
The man signed and bent down. Molly got ready to resist and fight against him, but the man grabbed Mette by the arm and pulled her up. Didn’t he say Weasley? Molly gasped as the light from the outside hit Mette in her face. Under the dirt in her hair Molly could see some flaming red hair and she remembered where she had seen the eyes before. They were hers!

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- Vicki

Hey There's a bit cliffhanger in the end of this chapter, but don't hate me

3 – Very unexpected surprises.
“Ginny?” Molly asked shocked.
Mette looked up, clearly surprised. The door smacked and Molly got up and looked out of the little window in it. Mette was dragged down the corridor on the way out; she looked back at Molly still with a surprised look on her face. As the guard closed the door behind them, Molly let herself dump back in the heap of hay Mette had slept in earlier.
The guard had called for Weasley, but Mette had been dragged with him. Molly shook her head. Her name wasn’t even Mette. It was Ginny. Molly was sure about that. Those eyes and that hair were not to be mistaken. And she would have her own mother’s ring. It would all fit if it was Ginny! But back home Voldemort had said that he had killed her. No, he had said that she had paid the price for not talking.
Molly turned to lie on the other side. It was getting late and she was tired, but she didn’t want to sleep. There were too much going on. She was prisoner in a cell with a woman that almost for sure was Ginny, her aunt that she had never met and everyone though dead or missing. She knew her parents had not talked or even met Ginny since Harry’ funeral, and after that she had gone missing and no one had seen her for years. Oh yes, that woman was Ginny. She was…

Something hard landed next to Molly and she sat up at once. She found that she had fallen asleep and woken up as Mette/Ginny had been pushed down next to her. She sat up next to Molly so the weak light from the outside hit her in the face. On her right side of her head was a big gash and it was bleeding, but she didn’t seem to notice it.
Molly let herself lean back at the wall and so did Mette/Ginny. They both sighed.
“So… how could you know that my real name was Ginny?” Ginny asked.
Molly smiled to herself. “I just did.”
So this woman was Ginny. Molly had prepared herself for this moment since Ginny had been taken and she found out it was her.
“Right, because that’s just the answer to everything.” Ginny said sarcastically.
“I’ll tell you if you tell me where you got that ring with the ruby from.” Molly said shrewdly.
Ginny sighed. “Since you know my name it can’t hurt to tell you the rest. I got it from my mother after she died a year ago. No one knew I was alive, and I would bet that everyone in my family thought some thief had stolen it.”
Molly made an almost noiseless snort. That was exactly what she had thought.
“What?” Ginny asked and looked at her, but when Molly didn’t answer she sighed. “Not talking again, huh? But you have to tell me where you knew me from. All my friends are dead, and I haven’t talked to anyone from my family for almost eight years. They all think I’m dead.”
Molly was silent again. She knew Ginny was looking at her, but didn’t want to look back at her.
“Why haven’t you talked to your family? Do you hate them?” Molly asked after some time.
“No. I just couldn’t look them into the eyes. I’m afraid they hate me. Or don’t want know of me.”
“But they don’t!” Molly blurted out.
“What? How do you know?” Ginny asked suspiciously.
“I just do...”
“You can’t keep answering like that!” Ginny said impatiently.
Molly didn’t speak again and Ginny was getting annoyed at her. She could feel it. But she didn’t know how to tell Ginny or if she even wanted to tell her. What if she had left her family because of something that would make her hate Molly?
“Why won’t you tell me?” Ginny asked angrily. “Are you a spy? You’re not even a child I bet!”
When Molly still didn’t speak her aunt had had enough. She grabbed Molly around her upper arm and dragged her out so she could see her face. First Ginny looked very surprised, clearly taken back by how much Molly looked like herself. But after two seconds of eye contact Molly couldn’t see her any more and the room started to get blurred.
Molly was with Uncle Fred and Uncle George, playing and having fun in kitchen. They were chasing her around and trying to catch her. The vision changed. Now she sat with Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur, looking at pictures and laughing very much. Her grand mother came inside the living room and looked at Molly. She smiled her loving smile at her. The vision changed again. Molly saw her mother smile down at her, right behind her stood her father, also smiling. They grinned and said that they both loved Molly no matter how dark it would ever look.
Suddenly Molly felt a pain in the back of her head and opened her eyes and realized that she was lying in the hay and looking into the ceiling. She didn’t know how she had gotten there. She lifted her head and saw Ginny sit back at the wall with her hands up to her mouth. Molly didn’t know what Ginny had done to her, but she guessed that she had seen most of what Molly herself had seen. She pushed herself up with her hands and leaned back at the wall while looking at Ginny.
“My brother had a child?” Ginny asked after seconds of silence, never breaking eye contact.
Molly nodded. “Yeah.”
“With Hermione?”
Molly nodded again.
“You.” Ginny said simply, and then seemed to realise what she had just done. “Sorry about that. I just wanted to know who you were.”
“It’s okay.” Molly just said.
Ginny didn’t reply and they both were silent just looking at each other. Molly would give all the money in the world to know what Ginny thought at this moment; if she even liked the thought of having a niece. Suddenly Ginny smiled slightly and shook her head.
“It’s funny. I ran away right after The Chosen One died. I noticed Hermione didn’t drink or anything at the wedding, but I just thought it was one of here phases. But she really should have a child.” Ginny made a little laugh to herself.
Molly noticed Ginny referring to Harry as the Chosen One. Something only those who didn’t know him well did. This was weird. All of her uncles called Harry for Harry, so why didn’t Ginny when it was so obvious that they had been a couple back in time. Of course Molly didn’t know how much it had been, but she had gotten the impression that they had been very much in love.
“How many more of my brothers had children?” Ginny asked after a long pause.
Molly looked up from her hands and at Ginny. “Bill. He has a six-year old daughter. She looks just like Fleur. Fred and George both have sons. They’re three and worse than their fathers put together already.”
Ginny smiled to herself. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”
Molly signed and looked at her. “Do you even know you’re bleeding?” She asked when she noticed the gash again.
“No.” Ginny said and took her hand up to the gash. She felt on the blood and then let her one finger slide from the top of the gash to the bottom. It was gone. Molly gasped. She knew only powerful witches and wizards could do magic without a wand. She had always been told by her parents that Ginny was a very gifted witch, but that was great magic!
“My brothers,” Ginny said and made Molly listen again. “They seemed so happy. Don’t they remember me anymore?”
Molly looked at her with wonder. “Yes they do. And they miss you a lot… especially my father.”
Ginny sighed and closed her eyes. Molly could tell that she missed them all, but something kept her from returning to them all and becoming a part of the family she loves so much.
“Why did you run away?” Molly asked.
Ginny didn’t speak at first, but then she sighed and looked sadder than before.
“It was too hard to stay back after the Chosen One died.”
Molly had the feeling that it was not all because of that and it also was something else, but didn’t ask more about. If Ginny didn’t want to tell, she would not get to know. But it still was kind of weird that Ginny called Harry ‘the Chosen One’.
“Why are you referring to Harry as ‘Chosen One’?” Molly finally asked. “You were together.”
Molly could see that Ginny hadn’t expected her to know that much.
“You’re a smart child. How did you know that?”
“I’ve been told.” Molly said proudly. “Now, why did you call Harry the Chosen One? Not just Harry like everyone else.”
Ginny signed. She looked like she was thinking for a while before answering. “It’s an attempt to try to forget what we had.” She said sadly. “In the times after he died, everyone who had been close to him was in danger, so I tried to create a never-existing distance between us. I still try to today, eight years after. But I can’t… he meant too much to me.”
“You shouldn’t try then. Don’t ever forget those who loved you and you still love.” Molly said wisely.
Ginny smiled sadly of Molly’s words.
“He taught me Legilimency, and Occlumency, just because he wanted me to be safe and hide my mind from un-welcome people. He never cared for himself, but always for me and others…”
“That’s what Mum and Dad say too.” Molly said. “He broke up with you because he loved you and didn’t want to see you get hurt.”
“He did. And we didn’t see each other for three years… well, we did, but it was only when he came by to visit us. But even those times were less than a day anyways, but somehow we always ended up sitting and talking for hours, sometimes it was a little more. He needed the love, I knew that, and he did. But he wanted to keep it as a secret, because of me, even though he still loved me and the other way around. Therefore I never gave up on him because of those times, and at last I got him convinced that it was the right thing to do. We spend the last half year together before… before it all ended.”
“That’s a sad love story.” Molly said. “Mum always says that you were perfect for each other.”
“We were.”
Molly didn’t say anything. It seemed to her like her aunt had had a lot of pain in her past. More than Molly could imagine. It was one thing to live a life where very day looked the same, but to live side by side with the one you love, without being able to be together. That thought was cruel. Even though Molly only was only seven she knew a lot. Her mother had the biggest library Molly had ever seen, and she had read most of the books. Even though the books were not about love, Molly knew about it. She didn’t know from where, she just did. That was one of the things that made people say that she was smarter than possible.
“You must really miss him.” Molly said after several minutes in silence.
“Yeah, I really do. It was him I got this ring from.” Ginny said and looked at the ring with the emerald. “He said he would love me forever. Even though he was dead long before I was, I should know that. We told each other everything. He actually knew we were going to have a child.”
Molly’s gasped.

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- Vicki

Hey all… Sorry for the wait… I’ve just received the chapter from my beta - Nads, Miss Granger (thanks to her) - and thought I’d post it right away. Enjoy

4 – Too much, too quickly.
Ginny slapped her hands over her mouth and her eyes grew very big.
“Oh no! Oh no, no, no, no, no!” She said between her fingers, looking horrified.
“What?” Molly asked surprised.
Ginny suddenly got up and sat in front of Molly with her hands on Molly’s shoulders. She looked her straight in the eyes.
“Molly! I want you to forget what you just heard. You can’t know, because you would be in a much graver danger than you are now.” Ginny had tears in her eyes as she spoke. “This is just what Voldemort was waiting for.”
“What do you mean?” Molly asked.
“Voldemort. He wants Harry’s child. The child I ran away with eight years ago and gave birth to. Until now I have denied it to him, but if he asks you, he will know. ****!”
Ginny took her hands up on each side of her head again and started to rock backwards and forwards, looking horrified again.
Molly was shocked. She had an aunt, who had a child with Harry Potter, one of the greatest wizards that had ever lived. And Voldemort wanted that child. Molly couldn’t believe this. It was much more than she could handle after first having viewed her father be subjected to the Cruciantus curse, then herself being kidnapped by the darkest lord of all times and have discovered her aunt, who everyone thought dead, had a child. It was almost too much to Molly.
“What can I do, Ginny?” She asked. Both because she wanted to know if she could do anything about it, but also to make Ginny stop rocking backwards and forwards like a maniac.
Ginny shook her head slowly and some time went before she spoke. “First of all avoid eye contact. You discovered how easily it was for me to see what you thought. And if you get eye contact, focus on something else that make you mind forget about it. There is nothing more important than keep this away from Voldemort. Do you understand me, Molly? NOTHING.”
Molly nodded. “But why?”
“I can’t tell you. But you have no idea how important this child is. Not just to me and Harry, but to the whole world. If I tell you more it would just make things worse. But we need to get out of here before he finds out… I just don’t know how!” Ginny said bitterly.
Molly looked at her aunt. It must be very important to hide this child if Ginny considered trying to escape, when she hadn’t tried it before. What was up with that child? Was it just the love of a concerned mother, or was it something else? Molly knew it was important to help Ginny, but she didn’t know how.
“Isn’t there other prisoners who can help us”? Molly asked, but thought two seconds after it sounded stupid.
Ginny looked up at her, and kept looking at her for a while. “You’re a genius. Did you know that?”
Molly couldn’t help but smile. She saw Ginny lean back against the wall, thinking. After some time Ginny sat up straighter and looked out of the window in the door. Suddenly it opened and Ginny got up and looked hatefully at the guard.
He sat a plate on the floor with some bread and two glasses of water at.
“Enjoy.” He said scornfully and grinned at them.
Ginny took a step closer to him, looking him intensely into the eyes. Just like she had done to Molly several times that day.
“Sit down!” He said brutally and moved his feet uncomfortable.
“I don’t think I will.” Ginny said simple and crossed her arms.
“Now!”
“Aren’t you used to the other prisoners won’t obey you?”
The guard looked very angry for two seconds before he spoke. “You’re lucky the Dark Lord needs you. I have killed people for saying less than that.”
Ginny snorted. “Right.”
Molly didn’t understand what Ginny was doing. She was upsetting the guard, who could kill her every second if he wanted to.
And Molly was right, the guard seamed to have had enough. He drew his wand and flicked it at Ginny. She was violently pushed down in the hay of some invisible force and lay still there. Then the man walked out and smacked the door after him.
Ginny sat up and to Molly’s surprise, she smiled. “I’m okay.” She said.
“What were you doing?” Molly asked her.
“Seeing what he thought when I asked him a question… and a little more. I got the answers I wanted. Don’t worry.” Ginny smiled at Molly.
There were silence for a while before Molly looked at the slice of bread, it was hardly enough for one person. Then she looked at Ginny who also looked at the bread.
“You take it all.” Ginny said. “I’m not really hungry.”
“I don’t want it all. I had a nice meal this day; I can’t imagine you had had that for a long time.” Molly said.
“Doesn’t matter, I’m used to it. And by the way, your mother would kill me if she knew I didn’t let you have all the food you should.” Ginny grinned.
Molly grabbed the bread and split it up into two. “I don’t want it all. Here!” She said and threw it over to Ginny.
Ginny smiled. “Have you any idea of how much you remind me of myself when I was in your age?”
“No, but I have been told.”
They both ate their bread in silence, Molly looking at the wall, and Ginny out of the window.
“Now we just need a plan…” Ginny said and looked down in the ground.
Molly didn’t say anything, but guessed Ginny had gotten enough information from the guard to make a plan.
Ginny kept looking into the ground trying to come up with a way they could escape. Her head was resting in her hands and one of her fingers was pressed against her lips.
Like this she sat for over half an hour, but after five minutes Molly had had enough and started to throw a stone up in the air and catch it over and over again. It was the only thing there was to do in the cell, and it was very boring. Sometimes Ginny mumbled some words out loud like ‘last battle’, ‘D.A’ and ‘friendship’. Ginny let her hand fall to the floor and Molly thought she had finished thinking, but she just started to draw in the sand and dirt at the ground. Molly moved so she could see what it was.
First she drew one big rectangle then divided it into four squares on a line and one long rectangle. From the end of the long rectangle she drew one curve and at the end of that, a big circle. Ginny pointed at some places on her drawing and muttered something at the same time. Molly couldn’t hear it. After five more minutes of muttering and pointing Ginny went quite and started to bite her finger again.
“Molly what day and date is it?” She asked, but didn’t look up.
Molly thought for a while. “It’s Monday. And the date must be April 26.”
“Perfect!” Ginny said and for the first time since Molly had gotten there she saw Ginny smile a smile of happiness. “It’s just perfect!”
Molly didn’t reply and threw the stone one more time at up in the air before she threw it over in the corner and let it stay there.
Ginny moved over to the wall Molly had her back at and started to examine it with her fingers. They glided over the rough stones and stopped at every deep hole in them, it was like she was searching for something in or at the wall. Ginny moved a little towards Molly, but kept her fingers at the wall. Molly could see her face that showed nothing but concentration. Ginny stopped at a stone and her fingers kept circulation around that same stone over and over again. She looked down at the ground and picked up a small but fat twig. She scraped with the twig in the small holes around the stone to get the dirt between the stones out. Molly didn’t take her eyes of Ginny for the next five minutes where she kept removing dirt from the hole. Finally she threw the twig away and let her fingers glide in between the stones. She took a deep breathe and leaned back, putting all of her strengths in the pull. For five seconds nothing happened, but suddenly the stone slowly moved out of the wall and Ginny let herself fall back to take a break, breathing loud. The stone was two inches out of the wall, and Ginny sat up and got ready to pull one more time.
“Here we go.” She muttered between her teeth and pushed against the wall.
The stone slowly slid out and left a big hole where had used to be, and fell down at the ground. Ginny looked at the hole. For a while she didn’t do anything like waiting for something to happen, then she moved closer to the hole and looked through it.
Suddenly a pair of protuberant silvery grey eyes stared out at Ginny. The looked a little bit dreamy, also sadness was showed in them, and the eyebrows were very faint. The woman had dirty hair, but Molly could see that if it had been clean it had been blonde.
Ginny smiled in triumph to the unknown woman.

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Hey all! I’m sorry for the long wait. I just received the chapter from my beta and wanted to get it up for you. As you can read, this is kind of a build-up to the next chapter…

5 – Preparing.
“Hello Luna.” Ginny said, still smiling.
“Ginny.” The woman just said, slightly surprised. “Oh my, you have changed… I didn’t know you were here. Actually, I didn’t know you were alive…”
The woman looked up at a stone like she was thinking or just dreaming about something.
“Luna!” Ginny said sharply.
Molly had to suppress a giggle; this woman seemed to have been there to long time or she was just a bit crazy.
“Sorry…” Luna said and looked at her again. “How did you know I was here?”
“The guard is very bad at Occlumency…” Ginny said mischievously, but then spoke seriously. “I need your help! We have to get out of here.”
Luna nodded. “How?”
“I have a plan, but I’m not sure yet. I need your help, and the person in the cell beside you. We’ll take everyone with us as we leave.”
Luna looked at the wall behind her. “In that cell?” She asked and pointed with her thumb.
“Yep!” Ginny said and nodded quickly. “There’s one there too!”
“Fine…” Luna was gone from the hole and Molly could see her at the opposite wall in the cell.
Ginny looked at Molly and gave her an optimistic smile.
“Just sit there. At this moment there’s nothing you can do.”
Molly nodded as Ginny moved to the wall opposite the one with the hole in. She began to examine that one too. Molly just observed her as she was looking for a stone to pull out.
Finally Ginny stopped and found the twig to scrape the dirt out. Molly looked into the cell with the woman, Luna, in. She too was working at the wall and trying to find a stone to pull out.
“Who is that?” Molly asked Ginny.
Ginny seamed to know who Molly was talking about without looking because she answered at once.
“A girl from my year at Hogwarts. She was a really good friend of mine and Harry, before he died.”
Molly nodded. “Okay.”
“And don’t worry. She’s always that weird.”
Molly smiled shook her head slowly. She really started to like Ginny. She had this tough attitude that made Molly believe that she could do whatever she wanted to do. Even thought it was something everyone thought impossible. Molly could also see why people said she seemed like Ginny. Not just by the look, but in this short time in the cell Molly had discovered that they reminded so much about each other. She smiled. Molly had never in her life met someone she liked this quickly. And she was sure that it was not because she was related to Ginny. It was something else.
Ginny let go of the twig and took hold of the stone in the wall, ready to pull and Molly looked carefully. She took a deep breath and started to pull, but nothing happened. After fifteen seconds she gave up and lay down.
“Merlin!” She exclaimed, frustrated.
She grabbed the twig and scraped a little more dirt out before she let her finger slide in between the stones in the wall. She placed her feet on each side of the stone, and lifted herself from the ground, as a help to pull the stone out. She took a deep breath again and started to pull with her hands and push away from the wall with her feet. Slowly the stone began to slide out. At once Ginny landed hard on the ground with the stone on her stomach. She exclaimed a loud groan of pain and pushed the stone of her stomach.
Molly rushed over to look at Ginny, who lay with her eyes shut and breathed loud through her mouth.
“How are you?” Molly asked concerned.
Ginny opened her eyes. “I’ve been better.” She moaned.
Molly made a little snort. “At least we got the stone out.”
“The hole!” Ginny said and sat up and took her hand to her stomach. “Ouch…”
Molly still looked at her as she crawled over to the hole and looked inside the other cell. She moved her head from one side to the other so she could see other parts of the cell. She looked around for something before she picked up a small stone and put her arm through the hole. She made a quick movement with her arm and pulled it back. Molly heard the stone hit the floor and make lot of noise. Nothing more happened.
“That bloody wolf…” Ginny mumbled, looking in through the hole again.
She picked up another bigger stone and put her arm through the hole. She made the same movement and Molly heard the stone hit someone who groaned. Ginny pulled her hand back and waited for the person in the cell to get up.
Molly looked through the hole too and saw someone get up and move towards the hole. It was definitely a man and he was a lot older than Ginny or Molly’s parents. He had grey hair and he looked dirtier than Ginny and Luna together.
“I’m glad you could wake up, Remus!” Ginny grinned at the man.
The man managed a weak smile. “I need the extra sleep in this time of the month… I thought you were dead, Ginny.” He said a little surprised. “When did you get here? And who is the girl?” Remus asked, nodding at Molly.
“I’ve never been dead, just kind of on the run. And this,” Ginny said proudly and moved so Molly could see Remus better. “Is the child of Ron and Hermione Weasley.”
Remus looked even more surprised. “I didn’t know they had a child. How old is she?”
“I didn’t know, but we’re kind of in a hurry, and there’s no time for questions.” Ginny said very quickly.
Remus nodded. “Okay. Now, how can I help you?”
“We need to get out of here. I can’t tell you much, but I need your help. How many days are there to the full moon?”
Molly thought this was a very weird question, but didn’t show any sign of that. Remus looked at Ginny in a thinking way before answering.
“One. It’s tomorrow night.”
Ginny nodded. She leaned back and started thinking again. Molly looked at Remus who looked from Ginny to her with a questioned look at his face.
Molly didn’t know what Ginny was planning, but it had to include this two other persons, otherwise she wouldn’t have told them.
“Okay, Remus…” Ginny finally spoke. She began to explain the plan to Remus.
Molly tried not to listen because what she had experienced earlier. She knew it was unwise of her to know about the plan, and therefore she tried with all her might to focus on the hay on the floor and make it interesting. She saw inside the cell where Luna was working. She still hadn’t got the stone out of the wall, but was fighting with it and Molly was sure the stone was about to come out. Molly could hear Ginny speak, and found that she had a harder time listening to it. She slowly slid down in the hay and just looked out of the window. She saw some black birds fly by and could hear their hoarse shrieks as something that was miles away. Her eyelids seamed more heavily and they shut slowly…
Ginny was mumbling in the back ground and Luna had begun to talk to someone too.

Molly blinked a couple of times. She looked around. There was silence in the cell and next to her lay Ginny, asleep. Molly sat straight up, yawned and rubbed her eyes. She looked out of the window, it was not lighter than it used to be, but Molly was sure that it was day again. She got up and walked around in the little cell, she needed to move.
“What are you here for?”
Molly jumped a little out of surprise and turned her head to the wall where the eyes of Luna looked back at her. Molly just looked at her and at first didn’t answer.
“Ginny didn’t tell me.” Luna said when Molly didn’t say anything. “I mean. What can you have done that made him take you? You’re just a child.”
“My parents weren’t really kind to him.” Molly said and shrugged her shoulders.
“You parents. Ron and Hermione, right? Ginny, said so.”
Molly nodded.
Luna smiled. “They’re good people. I remember back in school… Ron was always funny, but kind of rude sometimes… And Hermione did never believe in things that were not written down in big, fat books… They were fighting a lot, but were friends two minutes after they had ended their fight.”
Molly snorted. It sounded exactly like her parents. Her mother and father had two very different views at everything, and it resulted in that they were arguing a lot about even the smallest things. Molly knew it was not because they hated each other, but because they both were stubborn and like two poles on a magnet: Couldn’t agree, but couldn’t live without each other.
“They must have been brave if they stood up to him.”
Molly signed. “I think they just did what they felt was right.”
“They were in Gryffindor. And the only right way for a Gryffindor is the brave and right way.”
Molly smiled widely.
Suddenly Ginny started to move and Molly looked over at her. She sat up and seemed awake immediately.
“Are you ready, Molly?” She asked and looked at Molly.
Molly just nodded. “But I’m not sure what to…”
“It’s tonight. We’re escaping.”
Molly looked at Ginny who smiled. She began to smile herself, thinking about getting out of there. She had been there for less than twenty-four hours, and it had felt like weeks. She missed her mother and father and she missed her home and the street she was living on.
Even though it was dark everywhere all the time, the hours she had spend in the cell had been the darkest hours of her live. Molly didn’t know what was waiting for her outside the cell when they escaped, but it would not be peaceful. Voldemort would hunt them down when he found out. And Molly didn’t doubt that it he caught them, he would kill them without further hesitation.
Ginny explained in short moves what was about to happen later that day. Molly was thinking it over and over again the whole day, something in the plan didn’t seem to fit, but she guessed it was because Ginny had not told her everything.
When the guard with the food had been there for the second time that day Ginny started to get nervous, and that resulted in that Molly got nervous too. She didn’t know a lot of what was about to happen, but she knew what her job was to do, and it was very important that she did it perfectly. Ginny had explained it to her several times, but Molly was afraid that she would mess it up and destroy their chances to escape.
Molly got up and started to walk backwards and forwards on the dirty floor, and soon Ginny joined her. It seemed like they were both nervous and afraid, Molly thought.
Suddenly a loud outburst was heard from the cell with Remus in. Ginny looked at the hole into the cell with big eyes.
“I think it’s now Luna and Pete.” Ginny called.
“Okay.” A man called and Luna responded by looking through the hole and nod.
The outbursts from the cell with Remus in turned to painful howls and Molly could hear someone tumble around in there.
“Here we go…” Ginny muttered.

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- Vicki

Hey! Here's the next chapter, and I'm sad to say I've made another cliffy, but don't hate me!

6 – Getting Free.
Ginny ran over to the stack of hay and found a big stone with the size of a small chicken. She picked it up and ran over behind the door and lifted it over her head.
“Now, Molly.” She whispered.
Molly nodded, and then she started to scream. “HELP! He’s trying to get through! He’s trying to get through! HEEEEELP!”
She could hear someone run down the corridor towards the cell. The man stopped in front of the door and looked inside through the window.
“What’s happening?” He asked dumbly.
“The wolf is trying to through the wall. He has already removed one stone!” Molly explained and pretended to start to cry.
The man opened the door and, stupid as he was, he stepped inside. Molly looked at Ginny who let the big stone hit the man on the top of his head. He stood still a few seconds before he fell with his face first right down at the floor. Ginny threw the stone over in the stack of hay and then she kicked the guard one time in the stomach. She bent down, looking for his wand and the keys.
“I think Voldemort have secured these cells with something the ‘Alohomora’ can’t handle.”
Molly nodded and listened. It was silent again, from the howls Remus had made. Ginny had told that Remus had learned to control himself when he was a werewolf many years ago, and he wasn’t really a dangerous anymore. It had taken time, but was worth it. The guards didn’t know, and Remus would be able to escape with the four others.
“Oh, here they are.” Ginny said and got up with wand and keys in her hand. “It’s now it starts to get dangerous.”
Molly nodded and followed Ginny out of the cell. Ginny handled Molly the keys while she looked out for other guards. Molly ran down and unlocked Luna first. After that she ran down to the other cell with the young man in. When he came out Molly was very surprised of how young he was. He was light black in the skin and couldn’t be more than twenty, he smiled at Molly. She didn’t return the smile and quickly ran up to Remus’ cell.
“And you’re sure it’s safe?” Molly asked Ginny.
“Positive.” Ginny said.
“Okay…” Molly sighed and opened the cell.
They all looked inside. In the corner sat a full-grown werewolf. It seemed violent and dangerous at the look, but something in its eyes made Molly believe that he really was harmless. Ginny made a sign to them and they all followed her outside the dungeon and out in the corridors.
“This way.” She whispered and they all followed her down a twisted smaller corridor with no windows.
It was dark and Molly could just see Ginny who ran in front of her. The corridor split in two and Ginny turned left with the three other people and the werewolf after her. There were still no windows. It was darker and Molly couldn’t see Ginny in front of her anymore.
“Lumos.” Ginny whispered and the wand in her hand lit the whole corridor up.
Molly could see the walls now. The stones of the walls were black and covered with moss and mould.
The humidity in the air suddenly seemed much higher and Molly had hard time breathing and she started to feel dizzy. She felt Ginny’s warm hand take hers as they continued down the corridor.
It seemed like they had run for hours when they ran out in a big hall with stairs and doors away from there, and Ginny stopped in front of a big door of tree. She took the keys and tried the first one. It didn’t open. Then she tried the next and the next after that until one finally opened the door.
In the same second the door opened a red light hit the wall next to Luna and they all turned around to see a Death Eater. Ginny pushed Molly out of the way and shot a red light back, but the Death Eater blocked it. The werewolf ran towards him and no spell would stop it on the way. The Death Eater tumbled down at the floor with Remus on top of him. He yelled so Ginny quick shot a spell past Remus and it hit the Death Eater. He was stunned.
“Come on now. Someone might have heard that.” Ginny said and pushed Molly gently outside.
The air outside was fresh and Molly’s head stopped spinning. It was much colder and Molly was freezing. She looked up into the sky, or more the clouds, because they covered everything. Molly wondered for a short second how the stars looked like, but then she remembered that she was on the run and didn’t have time for daydreaming.
Suddenly a red light hit the ground next to Ginny. Someone was shooting spells at them again! Ginny pushed Molly down in a bush and she couldn’t see anything, but she could hear Ginny. She shoot one spell back then a smaller scream and after that a howl from Remus. Molly pushed herself up and looked around. Remus lay on the ground, bleeding. Luna and Pete had hid in another bush. Ginny stood and fired spells at a Death Eater that stood in one of the windows of the building. Ginny got hit by a purple light and fell to the ground. Pete jumped out and grabbed her wand, shooting a spell back at the Death Eater. It hit him in the same second as he had sent a green light against him. Molly screamed as Pete fell to the ground, dead. Luna rushed out from her bush and grabbed Ginny by the hands and dragged her behind the bush with her. Molly looked up at the big black castle and when she didn’t see anyone she crawled out and took the wand, and then over behind the bush with Luna and Ginny. Remus had gotten up too, it didn’t seam so bad as Molly had thought.
“What happened to her?” Molly asked.
Luna shook her head. “I’m not sure. Here, give me the wand.” She said and Molly gave her the wand.
“She’s not dead, is she?”
“No. It was not the Killing-curse that hit her.”
Luna flicked it some times over Ginny, nothing happened. Molly started to get scared. Luna muttered something Molly didn’t understand and a golden light cam out from the wand and connected with Ginny’s chest.
Whole her body glowed and suddenly she took a deep and loud breath. Molly smiled as Ginny’s eyes shut open. She was okay!
“Are you okay, Ginny?” Luna asked.
She nodded. “Yeah. Just a little dizzy.” She said and grinned.
“Great!”
Ginny sat up. “But we have to get away. Now!” She said and looked at Remus before healing his gash.
Molly and Luna both nodded and they all got up.
“But what about Pete?” Molly asked.
Ginny looked at the dead man with sadness in her eyes for some time.
“He’s dead. We can’t do anything.” She finally said. “Come on.”
She grabbed Molly’s hand and started to run. Luna and werewolf-Remus followed. They ran down a big lawn, Molly had no idea where they were.
“Where are we going?” Molly asked.
“Outside of the grounds. We can’t apparate there.” Ginny answered.
“But I apparated here with Voldemort when I arrived.”
“Yeah, I believe that it’s the only place where you can apparate to around here.”
“Where exactly are we?”
“Hogwarts of course.” Ginny said bitterly. “After Harry died he took over the place, and now it’s his base.”
“That’s stupid. Everyone can just go up there and confront him.” Molly said.
“I don’t think it’s that simple.” Luna said from the other side of Ginny. “We still have to get past a lot of protection. And no one dares, they’re too afraid.”
Molly didn’t ask more, she just ran along with Ginny, Luna and Remus who still was a werewolf. They ran some more in silence. Ginny and Luna was looking out for Death Eaters and Molly just tried to keep up. Suddenly Ginny stopped and Molly almost bumped into her. The other two had stopped too.
“What’s-”
“Shh!” Ginny hushed, and Molly stopped talking.
Molly looked the same way as Ginny and saw a Death Eater patrolling. He was tall and walked slowly from one side of a gate to another.
“Thought we might hit some trouble.” Ginny mumbled. “Remus, can you help?”
Remus looked at her and then started running towards the guard. The Death Eater didn’t see him before it was too late, and only made to send a few red sparks up in the night sky, before he lay unconscious on the ground.
“****!” Ginny muttered and grabbed Molly’s hand. “Come! We got to go before they’re coming.”
“Who’re coming?” Molly asked.
“Don’t know for sure, and I don’t wanna know. But I’m pretty sure he called someone…”
They started running towards the gates. Luna first, followed by Ginny and Molly, at last came Remus. Molly’s legs had trouble following Ginny’s longer legs and she almost tripped before they reached the gates. Ginny pulled her up before she hit the ground and they continued running.
Just as they had gotten past the gates a loud crack was heard. Molly knew it was the sound of someone apparating. They all looked around and suddenly Molly saw Voldemort himself standing in front of them. They other three saw him at the same too.
“Molly, grab my hand.” Ginny whispered so only Molly could hear her.
Molly did as she was told. Luna and Remus slowly neared Ginny too.
“I should have known you would try to escape, Weasley.” Voldemort said with his high evil voice. “After discovering your niece there you couldn’t stay back.”
“You’re pathetic. Taking small children away from their parents.”
Luna and Remus grabbed Ginny by the same hand as Molly. They only had one wand so only one could apparate.
“I know. But since you don’t like it, I better just end her misery.”
Ginny stepped in front of Molly. “I don’t think so.” He voice was cold and spoken with so much pure hate as possible.
“Step away, Weasley!”
“I don’t think so.”
“Then I have to kill you too.” Voldemort said simple. “AVADA KADAVRA!”
But before the green light hit Ginny, she and the rest of the little company had apparated away.
Molly felt something squeeze her from every side like she was being squashed down in something that were such smaller than herself, and when she opened her eyes again she stood in the middle of a forest. It was quite and Molly couldn’t even hear an owl or anything.
“That was close.” Molly sighed.
Ginny smiled weakly. “It was.” She said before looking at Remus. “So this is it Remus. It was here you asked for right?”
“Yeah. Thank you again Ginny.”
“Any time. Take care of yourself.”
“You too.” Remus called as he walked away from them.
Ginny turned to Molly and Luna.
“Where should I apparate you, Luna?” She asked.
“I think here is fine.” Luna said and looked around.
“Are you sure?” Ginny asked, looking at Luna like if she was crazy.
“Yeah. There’s not a long way to where I have some family.”
Ginny sighed. “Okay. If you insist.”
“I do.” Luna said and looked at Ginny. “Thanks for now. It was nice to talk to you again.”
“You too.” Ginny said as she gave Luna a hug.
Luna turned around and walked away.
“Ginny?” Molly asked silently.
“Yeah?”
“Am I going home now?”
Ginny looked down at Molly with sadness in her eyes. “No. I’m afraid it’s too dangerous. You have to come with me.”
“Can I at least go and say I’m okay to them?”
Ginny sat down on a stone so she was on high with Molly and looked her into the eyes.
“I’m really, really sorry. But if we go there perhaps Voldemort will get to you there or even kill your mother and father if he finds out.”
Molly felt hot tears in her eyes. “But-”
“Molly. I know how it feels. Trust me. But you can’t. Why do you think that you haven’t ever met me? Because it was too dangerous for you to know me. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to see you or anything.”
Ginny tried to smile at Molly and dried a tear of her chin. None of them spoke for a couple of minutes. At last Molly had stopped crying and looked at Ginny again.
“So where’re we going now?”
Ginny grinned shortly. ”You’ll see. Here, grab my arm.”
Molly did as she was told and Ginny apparated them away. Molly felt the squeezing feeling again and suddenly she felt her knees make contact with something very hard and she fell over. The air was not as cold as back at Hogwarts, but Molly was still freezing.
Suddenly Molly heard the sound of a gun getting loaded and the voice of a man.
“Now, hands behind your heads and turn around slowly. And don’t try to run away!”

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- Vicki

Hey all! Sorry for the long wait, I’m really sorry for the wait, but here it is. And I’m sorry to say that there’s another cliffhanger at the end. Again! But it should be the last for a long time! Promise!

7 – Jack and the Box
Molly was frightened to death, but did as she was told. Slowly she turned around along with Ginny. Behind them stood a tall, muscular and black-haired man with a large gun, pointing at them. He looked at both of them in turn before he spoke again.
“Who are you? And what are you doing here?”
“Jack, it’s me. Ginny.” Ginny said and tried to smile. It failed.
Molly really hoped that Ginny knew this man as well as she showed signs of. Otherwise they would be dead. She looked from the man to Ginny, waiting for a reaction.
“If you are Ginny, then tell me what my only daughter was called!”
“It’s Dina!” Ginny said and smiled. Her hands were still behind her head. “I used to baby-sit her when you and Helen were out of town.”
First there were no reaction from the man, and then he slowly lowered his gun.
“I thought I might recognize you!” He exclaimed and gave Ginny a long hug. “And who are this child you have brought to me this time?”
“A friend of mine.” Ginny said shortly before she turned to Molly. “Molly, this is Jack. Jack, this is Molly…”
Jack grinned. “In what way can I help you this time?”
“I need the box.” Ginny said simply and looked at Jack.
Jack looked a little scared but nodded. “Sure. It’s time then?”
“It is.”
Ginny nodded too. She didn’t smile.
“Come on then.”
Jack turned around and walked up towards a house. First now Molly dared to look around and see where she was. She didn’t recognize it. They were definitely out in the country, because there were no houses to see but the house they were walking towards. On Molly’s right hand was a fence and behind it stood several cows. Chickens ran around everywhere and Molly almost fell over one as she looked behind her. There stood a big blue machine, which she guessed was a muggle-thing. On her left was a big corn-field that seemed never-ending. Suddenly a dog barked and Molly looked at the house again.
Ginny, who walked in front of Molly, had stopped as Jack had to open the door at first. They both walked after Jack inside.
“You can sit in there.” Jack said and pointed towards a living room.
Molly followed Ginny in there and sat down next to her in a couch. Jack was in the kitchen, making tea or coffee. At first none of them spoke, but Molly had a few questions she wanted answered.
“Who is he?” Molly asked Ginny with a low voice so he could not hear.
“He’s a friend of mine. Don’t worry, he’s faithful to me.”
In the same second Jack came inside the room with a tea trey, which he set on the table and sat down in the chair across the coffee table. He took some tea and offered it to the others.
Ginny grabbed a cup with hot tea in and Molly just took a biscuit.
“It’s has been a long time, Ginny.” Jack said and looked at Ginny.
Ginny sighed. “Yeah. But I kind of have been busy.”
“You always have. What have you been up to this time?”
“I have been on the run, imprisonment and a little more on the run.”
Ginny took a sip of her tea and Jack laughed silently.
“You never relax just a second, huh?”
“Nope!”
“That wouldn’t be like you either.” Jack grinned some more. “You also look like one who hasn’t had time for a bath in… A year.”
“Actually, it’s a year and a half.”
Jack shook his head slowly. “Just fantastic, huh? So, where did you find this young a follower?” He asked and looked at Molly.
“In jail.” Ginny said simple.
“In jail? What has she done?”
“Nothing.”
“If she wasn’t in trouble before, she definitely is now.” Jack warned.
“She was before. He kidnapped her because…” Ginny stopped and looked at Molly. “Hold on. Why were you even kidnapped, Molly?”
Molly was shocked; she had not expected to talk right now. She swallowed the biscuit and looked at Ginny.
“He came to our house and asked questions about you.” She said. “When mum and dad didn’t want to say anything, he took me with him.”
Ginny sighed. “My fault again… again and again…”
“Now, Ginny…” Jack said. “You know you haven’t been able to do anything about this situation.”
“No, but we have to get this finished much quicker.” Ginny said and looked at Jack. “We should get the box now.”
“Yeah.”
Molly wondered what she had to do much quicker. She looked as Ginny and Jack got up. She wondered for two seconds if she should join them, but when Ginny looked at her she quickly got up and followed them out of the room. They walked outside and over the little farmyard over to a smaller building, like an old barn. Inside it were big stacks of hay and one more machine just like the one outside. Jack walked in front of Ginny and Molly over to the one corner of the barn. He started to remove the hay while Ginny and Molly looked at it.
When Jack had removed all the hay Molly could see a trapdoor in the floor.
“This is it?” Ginny asked.
“Yep.” Jack said. “Down there.”
Ginny walked over and opened the trapdoor. Molly couldn’t see anything before Ginny pulled a box up from the hole. It was a box made in dark wood, and was filled with dirt and a lot of dust. Ginny brushed the dust off and sat it down on the ground. She slowly opened the box and Molly leaned forward to see better at the box. Inside was a lot of paper, first after some time Molly realized that it was letters. All of them. Ginny removed the letters and under them all lay a wand! Molly gasped and leaned longer in over Ginny and the box. Under the first wand lay another wand. Molly didn’t understand what Ginny should use two wands for.
“Why two?” She asked after some time.
“The one is mine. The other one is Harry’s.” Ginny answered and stroke the two wands with her fingertips.
“What are you going to use them for?”
“Magic of course.”
“I guessed that! But just what exactly? And what are in the letters? And why didn’t you have your own wand with you? And how-”
“God, you’re asking a lot of questions!” Ginny exclaimed. “We need to move on and get away from here soon…”
Molly hated when people didn’t answer her questions, but didn’t ask again.
Ginny got up with the box in her hands and thinking look on her face. She exchanged a few words with Jack and they all three went out of the barn. Jack went inside while Ginny and Molly stood outside. Ginny was thinking and Molly was looking at Ginny, wondering what she was thinking.
After some time Ginny asked. “Molly, can you apparate yourself?”
Molly looked at Ginny in wonder. “I don’t even have a wand, but yeah, apparation I can do!” She said sarcastically.
That was one of the worst questions she had ever been asked. She was seven, almost eight. Like she would be able to apparate, even if she was allowed a wand, it wouldn’t be in another nine years or so.
Ginny grinned down at Molly. “Didn’t think so either.”
“Why are you grinning?”
“You just sounded a lot like your father. With the sarcasm and all…”
“Umm… Okay. And why should I be able to apparate?”
“Because if I get killed or hurt in another way, you have to be able to get away. Without my help. Oh, and about the wand problem. Here!”
Ginny put her hand down in her pocket and pulled the Death Eater’s wand up, and gave it to Molly. Molly looked at it for two seconds.
“I don’t know any spells either.” She said.
“None at all?” Ginny asked, looking disappointed.
“Well… I have red about a few. Oh, and once I got very mad I broke all our windows in the living room.”
“Hmm…that’s good. I’ll teach you some when we have gotten away from here:”
“You will?”
“Yeah. Now that I’m responsible for you, you shall be able to defend yourself.”
Molly nodded and smiled. This was great! She was going to practise magic! A thought suddenly hit Molly and stopped her happiness.
“But don’t you have to have your own wand? One that have chosen you? Mum told me.”
“Yeah. But that opportunity is not available now. How does the wand feel?”
Molly thought for some seconds while looking at the wand in her hands.
“It feels light… It’s not heavy at all and I… I think I can feel the magic in it. Can that be right?”
“Yeah. Can you tell me how the magic feels? Evil, good or something else?”
Molly thought a little more. “Innocent… or neutral… like it has a weak mind… Ginny, I think I’m all wrong about this! I don’t know what I’m saying.”
“No, you don’t, and that’s why it’s right. You just said what came to you mind, right?”
Molly nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then it’s right. The wand is not as bad for you as I could have thought, so I guess you can use it so far.” Ginny said.
“But it has belonged to a Death Eater. He was evil, am I like that if I can use it?”
Ginny shook her head. “No. All Death Eaters are weak-minded. So is this wand.”
“Am I weak-minded?”
“No, most people could use this wand. It has not much to do with you since the wand has not chosen you. You have nothing to worry about.”
Molly nodded slowly. She almost understood. Ginny seemed to have red Molly’s thoughts because she took her hand in hers and looked down at her.
“Don’t think too much about it. It will only confuse you more. Come with inside. You need sleep:”
Ginny and Molly went inside the house again and Ginny asked Jack for a room where they could sleep. Molly didn’t disagree, because after all, she hadn’t slept all night and it was early in the morning now. They got a little room with a small bed just beside the living room.
“You lie down and sleep.” Ginny told Molly. “I’ll sit in the chair and be ready to get up if something happens.”
Molly looked scared. “What can happen?”
“Anything. I doubt it, but it’s just to be on the safe side.”
Molly sat down on the bed while looking at Ginny, who sat down in the chair next to Molly
“Fine. I’ll try sleeping.”
She lay down with her head on the pillow and put the wand under it. Ginny pulled the small blanket over her, and she soon felt her eyelids get heavier until she fell asleep. She dreamt that she was back home with her mother and father. They were eating dinner and all of her uncles and aunts were there too. She had brought Ginny with her and they were all greeting her telling her how much they had missed her. They were all happy and nothing could ruin that great moment.
Molly woke up with a start as she heard a loud crash and a big tremor shook her off the bed. Next to her Ginny had gotten up too; she looked frightened.

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- Vicki

Okay, this’ll probably be the last post for a very long time. Well, first of all, I’m going away on Friday, for a week and when I get back DH is out! Yeah! But that means that I have to read (and re-read) it a few times before I’m posting again, if the story is even topical at that time. Maybe Harry survives (I hope!), and maybe Ginny or Ron or someone else dies (I hope not!). I don’t know. To be nice, this chapter does not have a cliffhanger! Now you gotta love me!
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8 – Death Eaters
Ginny grabbed her wand and ran soundless out in the little corridor and Molly slowly followed. Out on the corridor Molly could hear a voice down in the hall, but she couldn’t tell what it was saying. Ginny moved closer and Molly was right behind her as she reached the landing. Ginny hid behind a wall that led back to another little corridor and again Molly stayed on the other side of the stairs. From there she could see the person talking down in the hall. Or she could see the back of him because the other two men were facing them. One of them was Jack and the other one Molly recognized as Malfoy.
”So tell us, now Jack. We really don’t want to hurt you. Did she or did she not come by here?” The man with the back at Ginny and Molly spoke.
“She didn’t! And even if she did, I wouldn’t tell you!”
Malfoy draw his wand and pointed it at Jack. Jack looked at it, scared.
“Then tell me what the three cups with tea in is! It couldn’t be for yourself because as I remember you don’t have any family left. The Dark Lord made sure of that.” Malfoy said and laughed evilly.
“Shut up and leave. Now!” Jack said, looking at Malfoy.
“Believe me, it’s not pleasure to be here, but we have a task to do.” The Death Eater, who still had his back at Molly and Ginny, said.
“Spare us for hurting you and talk!” Malfoy said impatient.
Jack looked scared but didn’t say anything. Molly looked up at Ginny, hoping she would do something soon. Ginny watched the men below with wide eyes, but she didn’t show signs of doing anything soon.
“I don’t think he’s talking, Malfoy.”
“I don’t think so either, Nott.”
“I have nothing to say to you.” Jack said.
Malfoy sighed. “Then I’m afraid that I have to do this… Avada Ka-”
“Expeliarmus!”
Malfoy’s wand flew up in the air and landed behind him. Molly looked up at Ginny who had stepped out on the stair and was pointing her wand at Malfoy. She looked angryly down at the two Death Eaters.
“You really don’t wanna do that, Malfoy!” Ginny said.
“And you really don’t wanna do that.” Malfoy said and looked at Ginny and after that at the Death Eater named Nott.
He was pointing his wand at Ginny.
“I’m not afraid of you, Malfoy.” Ginny said while stepping down a few steps. “And I’m not afraid of any of your little friends either.”
Molly felt like calling to Ginny not to. It could only be a stupid idea to get near Death Eaters.
Malfoy grinned evilly at her. “Drop your wand now, Weasley. Or Nott here will hurt your friend Jack.”
“Ha! Like he’ll have the time… I have won over you before; nothing will stop me doing it this time either.”
“You wish.”
“No. Now, make Nott drop his wand and I’ll not hurt you.”
“I don’t think so…”
Molly could see what happened, but something was going on downstairs. A roar was heard and someone yelled “Stupefy!” and a red light hit the wall next to Molly.
She made a little shriek and pushed herself backwards. When nothing more happened she looked out. A thick fog was slowly shrivelling into nothing and Molly could see that Malfoy had gotten his wand and Jack stood back with a bleeding nose. Ginny’s wand lay on the floor by her feet and she looked coldly at Malfoy
Molly started to panic. She thought for a minute what to do before she slowly pushed herself backwards once more and when she was out of sight she ran back to their room. She lifted the pillow and found the wand where she had laid it before she went to sleep. She grabbed it and ran back to the staircase. She had a wand, but what to do with it? She thought for the spell Ginny had cast earlier, ‘Expeliarmus’. But would it be good enough, and would she be able to do it?
Ginny still stood and looked at Malfoy and Nott and her wand lay at the floor, untouched.
“Now push your wand down here. You don’t need that anymore.”
Ginny looked at Malfoy. “The last thing I want to do in this world is to give you my wand.”
“Perhaps. But you’re not allowed to have it. Now do as I told you!”
“Ginny don’t do it!” Jack shouted.
“Do it, or we’ll kill good old Jack here.” Nott said.
“NO! You need your wand, Ginny! We’ll all die if you let it go!”
“You’ll die if you don’t shut your mouth!” Malfoy roared.
Ginny looked as if she was about to push her wand down the stairs.
“NO GINNY!”
“SHUT UP! AVADA KADAVRA!”
Ginny screamed and Molly was shocked. She looked out from the wall and saw Jack lie dead on the floor with wide open eyes. Ginny had tears in her eyes and Malfoy looked triumphant.
“Now, again: give me your wand!” He demanded.
Molly thought for a second, Ginny could not give Malfoy her wand. She just couldn’t!
“Now, Weasley!”
Molly concentrated all of her energy on what she was about to do before she jumped out from the corridor, pointed the wand at Malfoy and shouted “EXPELIARMUS!”
Even before Malfoy’s and Nott’s wands flew out of their hands Molly knew she had succeeded. And if that wasn’t enough, Nott flew backwards into the wall and fell lifeless to the ground. That surprised Molly, but she was glad that it had succeeded. Ginny took advantage of the situation and quickly picked her wand up and pointed it at them.
“I warned you, Malfoy! I have won over you before, and this time I will too. Maybe you have killed one who was near to me, but you’ll never get to me!”
Malfoy didn’t look happy about the situation. He tried to come near to his wand, but Ginny saw.
“Accio Wands!” She said bored and caught the wands as they came flying to her.
“You filthy little blood traitor!” Malfoy said with disgust. “Fighting a battle you can’t win…”
“So wrong you are.” Ginny said and slowly stepped a few more steps down the stair.
Molly wanted to shout at her not to get nearer, but found it better to just shut her mouth.
“Just because the Dark Lord won’t kill you, it doesn’t mean that I would let you survive if I had the choice.”
“I’m not really concerned about you, Malfoy. You see. I’m not just the little girl who you could tease and make cry. If you remember the last battle. Take it and multiply that with a thousand. I can win over you any time.”
“Yeah, dream on.” Malfoy spat.
Suddenly ropes shot out of Ginny’s wand and bound Malfoy from his feet up to his shoulders. He fell with his nose first right onto the floor. Ginny did the same with Nott who already lay on the ground unconscious. She went down the stairs and grabbed first Malfoy by the neck and sat him on a chair and after that the same with Nott. Then she sat down on the floor next to Jack. She closed his eyes with her hand and kissed him on the forehead.
“You were brave to the very last, Jack.” Ginny whispered “Thanks for standing up for me, I’ll never forget. I hope you’re happy where you are now. With the rest of your family.”
Molly had tears in her eyes. She watched as Ginny lifted Jack from the ground and walked out the door. Molly quickly followed, sending Malfoy a look of hatred and disgust.
Outside Ginny had placed Jack in a big heap of hay. She pointed the wand at the hay and it set on fire. Ginny sat down a little from the fire and watched as the fire slowly burned Jack’s body. The tears didn’t seem to have an end. Molly walked over and sat next to Ginny. Molly watched the fire along with Ginny in silence for some seconds.
“Was he a good friend of yours?” She finally asked.
Ginny slowly nodded. “He was only five years older than me…”
“What about his family?”
“They were all killed by Death Eaters right before Harry died too. His wife, a daughter and three sons. Terrible.”
“I’m sorry.” Molly said and she truly meant it.
“So am I… At least he’s happy where he is now.”
“Let’s hope so.”
“Malfoy is gonna pay so much for this.” Ginny said bitterly.
They sat and looked for the fire for some minutes before getting up and inside the house again. Malfoy and Nott were still sitting at the chairs. Nott was still unconscious and Malfoy looked scornfully at Ginny.
Ginny looked at Malfoy for some seconds before any of them spoke.
“You slimy little-” Ginny had suddenly gotten so furious that she was out of words. “I don’t even have a word that can describe how disgusting and pathetic you are!”
“It’s because I’m not.” Malfoy said in a taunting voice.
Molly was sure that it was not the time to provoke Ginny, she seemed like one who could hurt even Voldemort with her bare hands.
And sure Molly was right. Ginny grabbed Malfoy around his neck and forced his head backwards.
“Do not provoke me now, Malfoy. Then it might be the last thing you ever do!” Ginny said between her teeth.
Malfoy looked past Ginny over to the stairs where her wand lay.
“Your wand is right over there. Just go and get it.” He said.
“Both you and I know that I don’t need my wand to hurt you.” Ginny said, then added in almost a whisper close to Malfoy’s ear. “VERY badly.”
Malfoy smirked and Molly realised something.
“Right.” Malfoy snorted.
“You pathetic little-!” Ginny said and swung her hand once at Malfoy
It hit him right on the nose and it started to bleed. Malfoy looked at Ginny with a neutral expression that soon turned into hate and scorn again.
“That was pathetic, Weasley. I bet you can do better?”
“You-!”
“Ginny, stop!” Molly shouted and grabbed the hand Ginny was about to swing at Malfoy again.
“Molly step away. I need to hurt someone and it better not be you!”
“That is just what he wants you to do! Don’t let him win!”
Molly was trying to hold the fighting Ginny back, but it was hard since Ginny was much bigger and stronger than her.
“Ginny – Stop – Don’t – Ginny!”
After trying to fight Molly for a few more seconds, Ginny stopped fighting and relaxed. She looked at Malfoy with pure hate and disgust. Molly looked at Malfoy. He looked triumphant, even with the blood running from his nose.
“Being held back by a pathetic halfblood child, Weasley. I didn’t think you could sink lower…” Malfoy said scornful.
Molly turned around and looked at Malfoy. Ginny was right, he really was pathetic and deserved to get beaten up! She walked slowly over to him and was surprised that Ginny didn’t stop him.
She looked at Malfoy for some seconds. He looked back at her with a neutral gaze. Suddenly, to Molly’s own surprise she kicked him at his one leg. Malfoy’s lips turned into nothing, like trying to suppress an outburst. And again, to her own surprise, Molly spat Malfoy right in the face. He shook in surprise and sent Molly a gaze filled with even more hate and disgust than ever.
Ginny laughed before talking. “See, Malfoy. Don’t ever provoke a Weasley. No matter how old they are. Come, Molly, let’s go.”
She walked over and got her wand and pushed it down in her pocket along with Harry’s. Then she grabbed Molly’s hand and dragged her away. Molly slowly followed Ginny out of the house. Outside they apparated away.

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Hey!
I’m so sorry it’s been so long. But everything got in the way. First there was DH and then I started school again, and really I’m second year where I go now, and that’s the hardest year at my school. Well, enough excuses. Let’s get on with the story. But before you read: I don’t intend to kill any of those JKR killed in DH, as I’ve already written most of this story, so I’ll continue with my story as I’ve planned it from the beginning. (And, really, it’s a bit too late as my story build on DH ending in a whole other way than it did) So no spoilers or anything alike that! Now, just read

9 – Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
Next Molly found herself in a little room with only one window, a door and a small bed in. On the wall hang a frame with a picture of nothing in it. Ginny let go of Molly’s arm and sat down on the bed.
“Where are we?” Molly asked and looked out of the window onto a little street.
It looked a lot like at home. Mist, darkness and streetlamps that seemed miles away.
“London.” Ginny said shortly.
“Why?”
“What was it I said with all the questions, Molly?”
“I don’t remember.” Molly said and removed her gaze from the street.
“Okay. It’s not because I don’t want to answer you, but it’s unsafe to tell you.”
“Fine. But can you at least tell me what we’re doing here?”
Ginny scratched herself at the top of her head while looking at Molly.
“I am going to work on my plan to destroy Voldemort and you are going to practice magic.”
Molly’s jaw dropped. “I really am? Now?”
“Yeah. You’ll do that while I’m out.”
“How can I that? I need a teacher I guess?”
“You’ll find out tomorrow. Right now we need to sleep.” Ginny said and got up, ready to leave the room.
“Where’re you going?” Molly asked.
“Into another room to sleep.”
“But what if he gets here while we sleep?”
“He can’t.” Ginny said shortly.
Molly didn’t understand what Ginny said. She slowly sat down on the bed; it was soft, but seemed old.
“He can’t?” She repeated.
“No. Not many can enter this house. And those who can are on our side, so you have nothing to worry about, Molly.”
Molly looked at Ginny for a while before she leaned back and tried to sleep and Ginny left. After she had been kidnapped she had lost track of time and actually found that she could sleep now, even though it probably was early morning and she had just been in a fight.

Molly woke up as Ginny shook her gently. She blinked a couple of times and noticed that Ginny had been taking a shower. Her fiery red hair shinned clean and her skin was clean too with a few freckles around and on her nose. Molly could see why she was told she looked like Ginny.
“What?”
“You have slept for nine hours and we need to get started. And if you need to take a bath it’s now.”
“Okay, but started on what?” Molly asked and blinked.
“Your training and my task.”
“Oh! Okay, I’ll take a bath first if that’s okay.”
“It is. Now, where’s your wand? You’re gonna need that.”
Molly lifted her pillow and grabbed the wand.
“Good place to hide it.” Ginny said. “Keep it there every time you’re sleeping.”
Molly nodded and walked after Ginny out of the room. It was a little dark corridor with something hanging on the walls but she could not see what, but it seemed like big blots placed on a long line.
“Here it is.” Ginny said and showed Molly a little bathroom. “I’ll be just down those stairs when you’re done. Come down there.”
“Okay.” Molly just said.
She walked inside the dark bathroom and looked around. It was held in moss-green colours and it had kind of a mouldy look.
Molly took a long time as she hadn’t had a bath for several days and when she was finished she went down to the kitchen. As she walked past the blots in the corridor she thought they looked a lot like heads, but pushed the thought away again since it wasn’t pleasant. Inside the kitchen Ginny sat at a long table on a bench and ate some bread.
“Ginny, can I ask where in London we are. Whose house is this?” Molly asked, thinking of the head-thingies.
Ginny looked at her. “If you keep asking, you’ll get an answer sooner or later…” She said wisely before answering Molly’s question. “The house is mine. It once belonged to a wizard family, but when the last one in the family died, Harry inherited it, and after him; me. We’re in number 12 Grimmauld Place.”
“Alright.” Molly said and sat down across Ginny. “What are those things at the wall up there?”
“Umm… Elf-heads.” Ginny said slowly.
“Ew! That’s disgusting!” Molly said.
“Yeah. But it was dark wizards who lived here…”
“If it was dark wizards how can it be possible that you own it now? I mean its two opposite sides!”
“It is, yes. These people who owned this house, they supported Voldemort, but they got this son who was different and hated everything that had to do with dark arts and Voldemort. He became Harry’s father’s best friend and later he became Harry’s godfather. He owned the house when he died and Harry inherited it. That’s just the short version. The long is much more complicated.”
Molly nodded. “It all right. When do I start to practise magic?” She asked and grabbed some bread.
“Now. You have your wand with you?”
Molly pulled her wand out and showed it to Ginny as an answer.
“Good. First of all I want you to think what you did when you disarmed Malfoy back at Jack’s. How you did it.”
Molly thought back. She had concentrated a lot and wasn’t sure if she could do it again. She confronted Ginny with her doubts.
“I’m sure you will be able to do it again. You just need a bit concentration. Not many seven year olds can do that you did back there.”
“Okay. I’ll try. What do I need to concentrate on?” Molly asked.
Ginny got up and walked over to a closet and pulled a small glass out. She walked back and placed it on the table in front of Molly. She pulled her own wand out.
“Okay, like this Molly.” She said and pointed her wand at the glass. “Wingardium Leviosa.”
She swished and flicked with her wand at the same time and the glass lifted itself from the table and hang floating in the air before Ginny lifted the charm again and it dumped back at the table
“Now you try, Molly.” Ginny said as she laid her wand at the table.
Molly looked at the glass for a few seconds before pointing her wand at it and concentrated very hard.
“Wengardium Liviosar!” She said and moved her wand.
Nothing happened.
“You’re pronouncing it a bit wrong.” Ginny said. “It’s ‘Wingardium Leviosa’. Now try again.”
Molly once again pointed the wand and concentrated.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” She said and moved her wand around again.
Again, nothing happened.
“I don’t think I can, Ginny.” Molly said.
“Of course you can! You just need to practise. I’ll go upstairs to find something and you’ll be here practice okay?”
“Sure.” Molly just said.
“Good. And just keep concentration then it’ll be there sooner or later.”
Molly nodded as Ginny walked out the door.
She pointed her wand at the glass again and uttered the spell once more. When it didn’t work this time either she started to get frustrated. She tried a few more times before she laid her wand at the table and took a few deep breaths.
“Concentration.” She mumbled to herself.
She grabbed the wand once more and gathered all of her willpower and concentration.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” She said and moved her wand around.
The glass slowly lifted from the table, like knowing it could drop down and smash any time if it went too quickly.
Molly tried to lower her wand and the glass followed. She gently let it drop at the table as she lifted the spell. She was swelling with pride. She tried again, this time she let it float a little higher a little longer.
The door opened and Ginny walked inside with a few books and something that looked like maps in her arms. She stopped at the sight of the floating glass and sighed.
“Wow. That was good Molly. I didn’t think you would be able to do it this quickly.”
Molly smiled. “Nor did I”
Ginny looked at her in a thinking way. “It must be your mother genes. Your father was never much of a genius.”
Molly couldn’t help but laugh.
“Now, try to make it move more around than just up and down in the air.” Ginny said and sat down across Molly. “And hold it up longer.”
Molly did as she was told and Ginny was clearly impressed.
“Okay. Try to do with the chair over there. It weights a bit more and should require more concentration.”
Molly stepped out at the floor in front of the chair. She pointed the wand and concentrated.
“Wingardium Leviosa!”
The chair lifted slower than the glass and Molly could feel that it required a lot more energy. When it was five inches up in the air it slipped and it hit the floor very hard. Molly looked from the chair to Ginny a few times before she spoke.
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t hold onto it.”
“It’s okay. You’ve done great so far. Just try again.”
Molly spent the rest of the day in the kitchen with Ginny while levitating different objects. They got bigger and heavier. When the day had come to an end she was really good at it and Ginny said she had done great.
“Tomorrow I think I’ll teach you something you can use if we ever run into Death Eaters again.”
Molly smiled. “Fine by me. What have you been working on all day?” She asked and looked at the table that was filled with papers and books.
“Nothing really.” Ginny said while she sighed and closed a book.
“Won’t or can’t tell me?” Molly asked outright.
Ginny looked at her with raised eyebrows, clearly taken back of Molly knowing that she lied.
“Can’t.” She said at last. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
Ginny nodded slowly. “Good.”
There was silence for some seconds while Molly kept levitating the glass just to have something to do. Finally Ginny cleared her throat.
“Hmm… are you hungry, Molly? I mean, I could cook something for you.”
“There’s bread on the table.” Molly said and nodded at the bread.
“Yeah. But I’m sick of bread, and I would like to cook you something.”
“If you want to you can.”
Ginny got up with a smile on her face. “Good.” She found her wand and started.
When Ginny had finished steaming potatoes stood in a bowl along with some meat and sauce at the table. Molly found out how hungry for real food she actually was.
They ate in silence for some seconds.
“Where have you been for the last seven years?” Molly asked.
She wanted to know the answer, but wasn’t sure if Ginny would tell her.
Ginny looked up at her for some seconds before answering. “The question is more; where haven’t I been? I’ve been all over Britain, some places in Europe too; fighting Death Eaters, hiding and trying to find a way to kill Voldemort.”
Molly signed. “I’ll do that too some day.”
“What? Fighting Death Eaters?”
Molly nodded.
“I personally hope that they’re all dead long before you’re that old.”
“Yeah! Me too! But I want to fight when I’m old enough.”
“You will some day. Perhaps not against Death Eaters, but I’m sure you’ll do something like that.”
“If Mom will ever let me…” Molly mumbled.
Ginny grinned. “I’m sure she will. Otherwise I’ll persuade her in my own way.” She said and made a grim expression.
Molly giggled and ate the rest of her potatoes.
“Now I think it’s time for us to go to bed.” Ginny said. “You’ll have to train hard tomorrow, and I have stuff to do out in the city.”
Molly nodded and got up. “Okay, I’m going up. Goodnight.”
“Night Molly.”

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- Vicki

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10 – Birthday Out.
Through the next couple of weeks Molly spend almost everyday inside the house practising spells and other things with her wand while Ginny were out in London, doing her task. She became better each day, and was soon able to disarm Ginny and stun mice. Some days Ginny would take her out to dinner, but first after turning Molly’s hair blond and her eyes sky blue, and Ginny herself got brown hair. Ginny said it was because they shouldn’t be recognized by people who could be Voldemort’s servants or even Death Eaters. When they had been in the house for two weeks Ginny started to teach Molly Occlumency, just to avoid people reading her mind if she didn’t want to. Molly didn’t like it and wasn’t good at it, but she knew it could become handy at some point. In the times were Molly was alone in the house and didn’t want to study Occlumency or practise magic she spend much of the time at the library where she red books about everything. Some books were cruel and violently, referring to people like her mother as ‘mudblood’ and suggested horrifying ways to kill or torture them; Molly could see what Ginny meant when she had said that they supported the dark arts. Molly threw the books over in a stack for themselves, swearing to burn them some day.
One day Ginny found Molly staring out of the window when she came home. Molly had not heard Ginny come home and sat in her own world, thinking.
“What’s on your mind, little one?” Ginny asked as she dumped down in a chair next to Molly.
Molly came back to reality with a start and looked at Ginny.
“It’s my birthday tomorrow. And I’m stuck here.” She said heavily.
Ginny sighed. “That’s sad. But I have an idea.”
Molly looked questioned at Ginny. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well… I’m done with all my research and I’m going out tomorrow. You can come with me.”
“Where’re we going?”
“Can’t say. But you’ll get to know. Don’t worry.” Ginny said and smiled to Molly.
“Fine by me. Just as long as something happens.”
“Trust me; it will.”
Molly grinned before looking out of the window into the dirty street with papers flying around and streetlamps blinking. She wondered what they were going to do tomorrow and hoped it really was something very exciting. It probably was when it was with Ginny.
“So,” Ginny begun and made Molly come back to reality. “Wanna go down and practise magic a bit more?”
Molly nodded and followed Ginny out of the room.
They spend the rest of the day practising magic and went early to bed. Ginny said they needed the energy for tomorrow.

The next day Molly woke up early. She was very excited for what would happen later that day. Ginny entered her room ten minutes later with a little, brown package in her hands. She sat down on Molly’s bedside and gave her the package.
“Here. It’s for you.”
Molly looked up at Ginny with an even more excited expression. “For me?”
“Yeah. It’s your birthday present.”
Molly grabbed the package and ripped the paper away. Under it was a thin golden chain with a brown stone in. Molly thought it was beautiful.
“Wow…” Molly sighed.
“And there’s more to it than the eye sees.” Ginny said.
“Like what?”
“If you wear it around your neck like this,” Ginny said and put it around Molly’s neck. “And then grip around it with your hand and wish you somewhere you’ll apparatee there.”
Molly didn’t say anything, just studied it.
“You’ll have to wear it today. If something unexpected happens, you have apparatee back here.”
“How?” Molly asked.
“Just hold around it and think very hard of some room in this house.”
Molly nodded.
“Good.” Ginny said low. “And before we go you have to promise me something!”
“What?” Molly asked and looked questioned.
“If something comes up – I doubt it – but if someone shows up and they’re enemies of us, you have to promise me to grab the necklace and apparatee back here!”
“But what about you?”
“I’ll be fine. Just as long as you are safe.”
“But-”
“Molly, if you want come, you have to do what I say! If I say ‘run’ you’ll run, if I say ‘flee’ you’ll flee. Do you understand?”
Molly sighed. “Guess so. But what if the worst should happen?” Molly asked anxious.
“It won’t. But remember what I have told you.”
Molly nodded again.
Ginny smiled. “Now get dressed and we’re off in half an hour.”
Ginny left the room and Molly quickly got dressed. She stormed down stairs and joined Ginny in the kitchen. They ate breakfast and then walked out in the hall.
“Come here, Molly.” Ginny said while drawing her wand.
Molly got over to her. Ginny pointed her wand at Molly and mumbled a couple of spells. Molly could feel how her red hair curled and she saw a dirty blonde lock of hair. She looked up at Ginny who turned her self brown-haired and got dark brown eyes. She smiled down at Molly; she was almost unrecognizable.
“Ready?” Ginny asked.
“Yeah.” Molly said and nodded.
“Great!” Ginny said and opened the door to the outside.
They both stepped into the cold dark day. Molly shivered and followed Ginny down the little street. They walked out on a bigger road and turned right. Shortly after they turned left.
Molly tried to remember the route, but it was impossible because they kept turning to either the one side or the other. Sometimes Molly was sure they walked in circles, but she didn’t say anything.
After almost half an hour Ginny suddenly stopped.
“What?” Molly just asked.
“This is it.” Ginny said.
Molly followed her gaze and looked at a little building. It was dark with windows which all had crevices or just looked unable to open. It looked like it needed a renovation and a lot of paint.
Ginny sat down on her knees in front of Molly and looked her in the eyes.
“Molly no matter what I say in there, just play along, okay? And remember what I said before we went out here. Okay?”
“Yeah.” Molly said.
Ginny got up again. “Let’s go inside.”
Molly followed Ginny towards the house. As they reached the door Ginny stopped and knocked at the door. An old lady opened it seconds after.
“Yes?” She asked with a very dry voice. “How can I help you?”
“You can start by inviting us inside.” Ginny said and smiled.
“Sure.” The old lady said and moved so Ginny could enter.
Molly walked after Ginny who took a last look over her shoulder before entering.
The house looked much better from the inside. The walls were painted and looked new unlike the outside. There were a few small tables with dried flowers and some paintings on the walls. All in all it looked old, but with style.
“I’m Mette Anson.” Ginny said and shook the old lady’s hand. “And this is my niece Juliet.”
“Just call me Mrs Henderson.”
Ginny smiled and Molly looked around.
It didn’t seem like a traditional house, something was different, but Molly couldn’t quite place what it was.
“I assume you’re here for a child?” Mrs Henderson asked.
“I’m not sure yet.” Ginny said. “Perhaps you could show us?”
Mrs Henderson nodded and walked out of one door “Follow me.” She said.
Ginny and Molly followed. They walked out in a backyard which was filled with children. Molly counted about fifteen of them.
A little girl about four years old came running towards them with tears in her eyes.
“Mrs. Henderson!” She called. “Tommy’s teasing me!”
“Go talk to Alice about that, dear.” Mrs Henderson said and pushed the girl towards a young woman who stood in the corner of the yard with another child.
The little girl ran away again and Mrs Henderson sighed.
“I’m very glad I have Alice. She’s very fond of children and she’s really a good help.”
Ginny just nodded and looked around. It didn’t seem like she was satisfied with what she saw.
“Is these all the children you have?” She asked very casual.
“No.” Mrs Henderson said. “There’s one more. But he’s upstairs. He likes to be by himself most of the time. He’s a really adorable child, but sometimes weird stuff happens around him… I think it’s best to just let him stay up there. We don’t want him to get overexcited.”
Molly could see Ginny smiled slightly.
“I would really like to see him.” Ginny said. “Do you mind showing him to me? It would really be a help.”
Mrs. Henderson looked at Ginny for a couple of seconds, thinking. “No, not at all.” She said.
She turned and walked inside again. Ginny and Molly followed. They walked up some stairs to a first floor and stopped in front of a door. There was a little window in the door. Molly looked through and saw a boy sit inside the room on the floor.
“What’s his story?” Ginny asked in a very casual voice, as she looked at the boy too.
Mrs Henderson looked at Ginny, like trying to figure out what was up with the question. Molly looked nervous from Ginny to Mrs. Henderson.
“Eight years ago a young woman knocked on the door. She was not more than twenty years old. She was in labour and wanted to give us the child, she couldn’t take care of it herself, she said. And I must say that she looked like a mess, and I doubt very much she would be able to take care of a child. Bet it was an accident. Oh, well… She gave birth to this boy and left right after she had named him-”
“What?” Ginny asked. “What did she name him?”
“James.” Mrs Henderson said. “Well, James Harry Potter.”
Molly gasped and Ginny gave her an elbow at the shoulder.
Potter? And Harry! Like in Harry Potter? So this was what Ginny had been working at, to find her and Harry’s child. Molly kicked herself; she should have known.
“What?” Mrs Henderson asked.
“Juliet just loves the name.” Ginny said quickly. “Can I talk to him?”
Mrs Henderson nodded. “Sure. Go ahead.”
Ginny grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door. The boy on the floor turned around and looked at Ginny and Molly who entered at first.
James had black messy hair and warm brown eyes and wore glasses. He was about Molly’s age.
“Hey.” Ginny said and smiled slightly.
“Hi!” James said and looked from Ginny to Molly, before he looked at Mrs Henderson who stood behind Molly and Ginny. “Finally letting someone see me?” He asked her with a hint of provocation.
Molly could hear James didn’t try to sound rude, but just asked a question and had let his irritation take a bit over. Though it sounded a bit mean, Molly was sure it was more of annoyance.
“These people asked to see you especially, James.” Mrs Henderson said sweetly and smiled.
James looked at Ginny and Molly again.
“How are you, James?” Ginny asked and smiled at James.
“Fine.” He said and shrugged before turning back to his toy car.
“Do you mind giving us some private time with him?” Ginny asked Mrs Henderson.
Mrs Henderson looked at Ginny, before answered. “Sure. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”
She turned around and walked out the door and then closed it.
“Now,” Ginny said and sat down next to James. “Why don’t you tell me how you really are?”
James looked at Ginny. “How could you know?”
“I can more than it seems…” Ginny said.
James was quite for some time before he let go of his toy car. Molly walked over and sat down next to Ginny.
“Mrs Henderson is evil. She hates me and won’t let people see me.” James said.
“Why do you think that is?”
James looked at Ginny, trying to see what she was up to. He looked towards the door before he leaned forward to Ginny.
“Weird stuff happens around me.” He whispered. “I-I can’t explain it. But every time Tommy or someone else bullies and I get mad, something happens.” He looked afraid as he said it.
“What happens?” Ginny asked.
“Once all the windows in the house exploded. And another time when I ran away from Tommy I suddenly was up at my room. A-and once when I was really happy because Lucy finally hit Tommy after he had teased her for weeks, I-I’m actually sure the sun shinned for a moment.”
Molly had listened with her mouth slightly open and became aware of it and closed it. Ginny too sat and looked at James with interest.
“Why are you telling me this, James?” She asked with a neutral voice and eyes on James.
“Do-don’t you believe me?” He stuttered and looked a bit annoyed.
“Yes, but why do you tell me this?”
“I don’t know. Anyone who wants to see me deserves to hear the truth.” James said and shrugged. “Mrs Henderson doesn’t let a lot of people see me. I think she’s scared of me.”
Both Ginny and Molly was quite and studied James as he pushed the toy car away.
“Do you know anything about your family?” Ginny asked.
James sighed. “I’m named after my granddad on my father’s side of the family, and perhaps my mother is still alive. That’s all I know.”
Ginny nodded slowly. “Okay.” She said. “Are you mad at your mom… because she left you here?”
“Maybe…” James said hesitating. “Not if she didn’t have a choice, or couldn’t take care of me because of some unknown reason. Anyone could dump a child here, but not everyone could do it with their heart in it.”
“That is some very wise word spoken by such a young boy.” Ginny said.
James shrugged. “I guess…” He said and looked down at his toy car.
Ginny sighed. “James, I’m afraid we have to leave now, but I promise you’ll see us again.”
“Promise?” He asked and looked up at Ginny.
“I promise.” Ginny said and slowly got up. “And try not to lose your temper.”
James grinned. Molly looked at James some seconds before she got up and followed Ginny.
“Bye.” She whispered.
“Bye.”
They walked downstairs where Mrs Henderson stood and fixed a painting on the wall.
“Sorry, we have to go now.” Ginny said.
They quickly exchanged a few words, and Ginny and Molly left and went back to Grimmauld Place.

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11 – Picking up James.
Through the next couple of months Ginny and Molly visited James two to three times a week. He was very glad someone finally wanted to see him, but Mrs Henderson one the other hand didn’t seem pleased at all. Molly thought she might be happy if they finally took James home with them, yet something in the back of her mind said otherwise.
After three months of visiting James weekly, Ginny announced to Mrs Henderson that she wanted James to come with them home.
“You don’t really want him, do you?” Mrs Henderson asked in disbelief.
Ginny nodded. “Yes we do. He’s a lovely child and I couldn’t find a better one.”
“But you haven’t seen his worst sides.” Mrs Henderson said, taking no notice of James being in the same room.
Molly looked over at James. He sat with his toy car and looked down at it, but his gaze was not fixed on it. He was listening.
“I think I might take the chance.” Ginny said.
Her eyes began to be hard and so did her smile. Molly looked from Mrs Henderson to Ginny to James and back to Mrs Henderson. This was not going well.
“But-”
“Why are you so keen to keep him here, Mrs Henderson?” Ginny interrupted rudely.
“It’s…”
Molly turned. She didn’t want to listen anymore. She walked over and sat beside James. He studied her with mild interest. Molly wondered for a second about this absurd situation; he didn’t know that it was his mother who stood over there discussing if she could have her own son back with her.
At last Ginny walked over to Molly and James.
“Come on, Juliet. We have nothing more to do here.” She said shortly.
“But-”
“Now, Juliet!” Ginny said and looked at her.
“Okay, okay, okay.” Molly muttered and got up. She quickly muttered a ‘bye’ to James and followed Ginny.
Ginny stormed down the stairs with Molly right behind her. When they were outside Ginny grabbed Molly and they apparated back the Grimmauld Place.
“What was up with the rush?” Molly asked at once.
“She wouldn’t give me James.” Ginny said.
“Why?”
“Well… it’s actually my own fault. When I left him there as a baby, I told her she shouldn’t give him away because I would be back. I didn’t think she believed me, but she may have done.”
There were some seconds of silence while they both were thinking.
“Then how’re we gonna get him?” Molly asked.
“We’ll go as ourselves.”
Molly nodded. “When?”
“Ten days. If we went sooner it would be suspicious. We have to wait…”
“Okay…” Molly said.

And so they did. On the tenth day Ginny grabbed Molly’s hand and they apparateed. Molly next found herself outside the little house for what seemed like the hundredth time. Ginny looked around and quickly walked over to the door and knocked. Some time went before it opened.
Mrs Henderson looked shocked.
“So…” She said after a couple of seconds. “You did come back.”
“I like to keep my promises.” Ginny said and nodded. “I hope you don’t mind I have brought my little sister.”
Mrs Henderson looked at Molly.
“No not at all.” She said and smiled.
They stepped inside and Mrs Henderson led them to her office. Ginny sat down in a chair across from her.
“Molly, you can go out and do something else.” Ginny said to Molly.
Molly looked at her and left. She entered the little hall. It was empty. She sat on the stair with her head in her hands and studied some dried roses in a black vase. She sighed. She knew where James was and felt like going up to talk to him, but he didn’t know her the way she looked at the moment.
After a couple of minutes someone came down the stairs and sat next to her. Molly looked up at the person and saw James. She was about to say hey, but remembered that she didn’t know him when she looked like this.
“You’re being dumped here too?” He asked.
Molly shook her head. She had to be honest in a way that didn’t reveal her other person she had been here like.
“No. My sister and I are here to pick up a child.”
“Does she know which one?”
“Kind of… her own.”
Molly could see James looked hopeful, but it faded away almost at once. He had lost hope a long time ago.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“Molly. Yours?”
“James.” He said and shook her hand.
“Nice to meet you.”
Ginny and Mrs Henderson came out in the hall. They looked at Molly and James.
“There he is.” Mrs Henderson said. She walked over to James and Molly. “James, this is… this is your mother who has come to pick you up.”
James’s jaw dropped. Molly could only imagine how it would be like to meet one own mother for the first time ever and came to the conclusion that she would react just like James did.
“What?” He whispered. “But Mrs Henderson, I thought I-”
“This is your mother, James.” Mrs Henderson said stern.
“Can I have some alone time with him?” Ginny asked.
“Sure. James why don’t you show her the upstairs?”
James got up. “Sure.”
He began to walk up the stairs, Ginny followed and behind her, Molly. As they had gotten upstairs and was sure Mrs Henderson wasn’t there anymore Ginny grabbed James’s shoulder.
“Are you disappointed to see me, James?”
“No.” James said shortly.
“Yes you are. Because you have been going around hoping to get adopted by another lady, right?”
James looked up at Ginny. “How could you know?”
Molly and Ginny exchanged glances.
“Because it’s us who have been visiting you through the last month.”
“No. They looked different.” James said simple.
“Okay.” Ginny muttered and quickly drew her wand and waved it at her and Molly. “Like this?”
Molly could feel the magic change her, and imagined what it had to look like if you were James.
“Ho- how could you do that?”
“James.” Ginny said and got down. “My real name is Ginny. And that’s Molly, your cousin. This is how we real look.” Ginny turned them back. “With red hair and brown eyes. But we can’t go around like that. What you can do is magic, and you’re a wizard.”
James jaw dropped the second time that day. “I-… What?”
“The things you sometimes make happen are magic. Here.” Ginny put her hand inside the jacket and drew another wand out. “This is a wand. You need that to use magic.”
“But… but I have done things without that.”
“You can only do that when you’re overexcited of some feeling. This will help you in the future. It’s your father’s.”
“My father’s?” James whispered and stroked the wand carefully.
“Yes. He died six months before you were born. Killed by the most evil wizard that has ever lived.” Ginny said sadly, remembering Harry.
“Wizards and magic. This is just too much.”
“I know.” Ginny said. “But please try to understand.”
“Is it his fault it’s night all the time? The Dark wizard’s…”
Ginny nodded. “Yeah. If he dies it will be day again.”
“How can we do that? I have never seen the sun.”
“I promise to tell you later. Okay?”
James nodded. “Will you take me away from here, then?”
Ginny smiled. “Of course.”
“Thanks.” James said and all of a sudden he gave Ginny a hug. “Thanks for coming back.”
Molly saw tears in Ginny’s eyes and was sure there were tears in her own eyes. It was such a happy time.
“I would never have left you if I could prevent it.”
“I know.” James said and tears fell from his eyes too. “But err… Mom?”
Ginny smiled. “Yeah?”
“Wh… why did you have to leave me here?”
“It’s a longer story and we don’t have much time. I promise I’ll tell you some time.”
James nodded. They broke apart and Ginny got up.
“Ready to leave?” She asked and smiled.
Both Molly and James nodded. They walked downstairs and into the office where Mrs Henderson sat and did some paperwork.
Twenty minutes later Ginny had solved everything with Mrs Henderson and they were ready to leave. James had a small suitcase in his hand and a smile on his face as they stepped outside.
Ginny looked around. “We better apparate back if we don’t want to be seen.”
“You already have.” A high voice said.
Moll recognised the voice as Voldemort’s. She swallowed. This was not good, not good at all.
“Molly, grab James and use your necklace.” Ginny whispered.
Slowly Voldemort stepped out of some shadows and walked towards Ginny. He had his wand drown, and so had Ginny.
“Step aside and spare yourself from pain.” Voldemort hissed. “Just give me the boy.”
“Never.” Ginny said through clenched teeth.
Molly and James looked horrified from Ginny to Voldemort and back again. Molly was pretty sure a battle was about to begin and didn’t like it.
“You know what I have to do then.” Voldemort said, but in the same second Ginny fired a spell towards him and he had to duck.
He fired one back and Ginny had to throw herself down not to get hit. Molly and James were no longer protected by Ginny. She fired a blue light at Voldemort from the ground.
Molly took advantage of the scuffle and grabbed James and dragged him over behind a big metal bin. They sat and watched as Ginny and Voldemort kept shooting spells at each other.
Voldemort had a big gash on his forehead and Ginny’s one hands seemed broken as the way she moved it. Molly wondered for two seconds if she should join in, but she didn’t know any spells that would be god enough towards Voldemort.
“Why are you fighting a fight you can’t win?” Voldemort hissed at Ginny as she slowly got up.
None of them were shooting spells at each other anymore.
“Trust me, Tom, I can win.” Ginny said and fired another spell at him.
He averted it and stepped closer and shot a red light towards Ginny. She was unprepared and the wand flew out of her hand and over in front of Molly and James.
“You’ve lost everything. Potter, your family, all your friends and now you will also lose your only child. You have nothing left.”
“You won’t ever get James. No matter what I’ll make sure of that.”
“We’ll see that.” Voldemort said and studied his wand. “Say ‘good bye’. AVADA KEDAVRA!”
Ginny, who had been on her way up fell lifeless to the ground. Both Molly and James screamed and Voldemort looked towards them.
“So that’s where you’re hiding.” He grinned.
He begun to walk towards them and Molly tried to get her necklace out from her shirt.
“Come on! Come on! Come on!” She muttered.
Voldemort was only feet away from her when she got it out. Without thinking what she was doing she grabbed Ginny’s wand and James’s hand. She took hold of the necklace with the hand that also held the wand and thought of the kitchen in Grimmauld Place.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Voldemort hissed. “AVADA KEDAVRA!”
But Molly and James had already gone.
They both collapsed on the floor in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld Place.
“He… he just killed her.” James said stunned.
“He didn’t even care.” Molly said.
Molly could feel hot tears running down her cheeks. Voldemort had killed Ginny. Her aunt. James’s mother. Just as they had been united and happy. What now? Who should take care of them? What would be of James?
Molly looked up and saw through the tears that James had put his head in his hands. She herself began to sob uncontrollably. What now?

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- Vicki

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12 – The Lost and Found.
They spent the rest of the day not doing much. James had a lot of questions. Both about the wizarding world in general, but also about his mother, father and the rest of his family that Molly knew of. But that was the only thing they did. They both felt like the world was about to crash down around them if it hadn’t already.
The next day James and Molly moved upstairs into the library. Molly wanted to show James some of the books, have him to read and learn about magic. Molly tried a few times to show him something of the magic Ginny had taught her, but she couldn’t gather the concentration she used to because of Ginny, so she decided to show him another way.
In the library she walked over to the bookshelves, looking for the books she herself had been reading.
“You can read, can’t you?” She asked.
James nodded. “Of course. They taught me at the orphanage.”
“Great!”
Some minutes passed as Molly looked at the books and James walked around behind her. He had stopped suddenly.
“Umm… Molly?” He asked from behind.
“Aha?” Molly responded inattentive without taking her eyes of the books.
“What are the unforgivable curses?”
Molly turned around and saw James standing with a book in his hand. It was one of the books Molly had thrown aside and sworn to burn. She walked quickly over to him.
“Dark magic.” She said and snapped the book shut.
“Yeah, but what are they?”
Molly sighed. She knew James wouldn’t let it go before he had gotten an answer. He still looked at her.
“They’re curses. They were banned once, but now Voldemort and all the Death Eaters are using them.”
“What do they do?”
Molly looked at James a few seconds. She was sure James neither wouldn’t be able to do them, nor would he ever because of what happened yesterday.
“They… Erm… The first one; can’t remember the name, but if it’s put on you, you’ll obey orders from the one who had thrown it at you and loose you willpower. The second… I think it’s called the cruciantus curse. When it’s cast on you, the only you will feel is pain. More pain than you can ever imagine.”
“What about the third?” James asked with big eyes.
Molly sighed. “It… it’s the killing curse. The one Voldemort killed your mother with yesterday.”
James gasped. “Avada Kedavra?”
Molly nodded. “Yeah… but that’s not what we need to focus on now, James.”
“Alright.” James said and let the book fall back into the stack of dark books.
Molly turned once more to look for the book.
“Ah!” She exclaimed. “Here it is.”
“About magic?” James asked.
“Yep! There’s more books,” Molly said and handled him a book. “But start with this one.”
“‘Small spells for the beginner’?”
Molly nodded. “Yeah.”
James sat down in a chair and began to read and Molly looked at the books again. She grabbed some of them that looked interesting and skimmed them through. Something caught her attention and she read a bit more about it, but she ended with throwing most of them aside because she found that she couldn’t gather the concentration to read either.
She looked over at James. He sat concentrated and read the first page in the book. Molly turned and looked at the bookshelf again. A book, ‘Predictions, what do they mean?’ caught her attention and she pulled it out of she shelf. It didn’t look dusty like all the other books, like it had been used lately. But by who? She opened on the first page and read.
‘Have you ever heard a prediction, but wondered what it was about?’
Molly raised her eyebrows and leafed through the book. When she was halfway through a folded paper fell to the floor from the next side. Molly bent down to pick it up. It looked like it had been in the book in years. She laid the book on a table an unfolded the paper. She read;

‘Given life by the half – who had lived and then died
Born from the pure – who was the only out of seven
Left behind with questions – none of them to be answered at once
Doomed to live among others – where he would gather strength
Chosen to defeat and save – as the only possible
And the sun will once again shine – but the boy will have suffered losses’

It was a prophecy. From each sentence had been drawn a line out to another sentence. Molly was sure she had seen the handwriting somewhere, but couldn’t remember where. She skimmed over the sentences, but one caught her attention. From the part ‘Given life by the half – who had lived and then died’ was drawn a line to another sentence; ‘Halfblood, Harry Potter’. Molly frowned and looked at the sentence under that. ‘Pureblood, Ginny Weasley’, from that was drown a line to the sentence ‘Born from the pure – who was the only out of seven’.
“Oh my…” Molly mumbled and read more of the paper.
‘Voldemort will die and there will once again be peace’ was the last sentence that had a line up to the last part of the prophecy.
“Umm… James?” She asked, not taking her eyes of the paper.
“Mm?” He just mumbled, not looking up.
“I- I think you should come and take a look at this…”
James let the spell book fell to the floor and walked over to Molly.
“What is it?”
Molly showed him the paper. He scanned for a minute, his eyebrows getting closer to each other for each seconds.
“What is this?” He asked with the paper in his hand.
“It’s a prophecy.” Molly said. “It’s about you.”
“How can you be so sure about that?”
“Well. The paper says it all, doesn’t it?” Molly said, but when James did not respond se continued. “‘Given life by the half who had lived and then died’. That’s your father. His mother was muggle born and his father a wizard. That’s why he’s half. He survived the killing curse once, but died next time… ‘Born from the pure who was the only out of seven’. Your mother was a witch all way through – they call that pureblood – and she was the only girl out of seven children.”
James snorted. “A prophecy? I’m sorry, but they never become true and it’s just some rubbish some stupid people let out.”
“James, they actually exist.”
“Molly. This begins to get too weird. Magic and that is fine. But prophecies and destiny? That’s stupid!” James said honestly
“There was a prophecy about your dad too! And it came true! How can you just say it’s stupid?!” Molly asked, feeling her temper rise.
“Forget it, Molly! This just is too much for me right now.” James said and gave her the paper back.
“Well, I can’t help it. I don’t know what’s going on either!”
James turned around and walked towards the door.
“Where’re you going?” Molly called after him.
“Somewhere where I can be myself.” James called and smacked the door after him.
“Fine!” Molly called angrily after him.
She heard him storm downstairs and the door to the outside smacked. He was out of the house.
First minutes after Molly remembered that Voldemort was probably looking for James and it wasn’t very smart to walk outside now. She ran downstairs and opened the door to the outside. She stepped outside and looked from right to left, but James was gone.
Molly walked inside again and headed towards the kitchen. She sat down at the table with her head resting in her hands. She reached forward and grabbed Ginny’s wand.
It was not long and made of some dark tree. Then she found her own. She shifted Ginny’s wand over to her left hand and held her own in the right. Then she shifted them back. She tried to concentrate of how the wands felt in her hands. Ginny’s felt warmer and like it was good. Molly remembered what Ginny had told her at Jack’s. She put her own wand down at the table and got up to get the glass.
She made a few spells one it and found that it worked much better when she used Ginny’s wand. It was better and fitted her well.
Molly thought for a minute. She guessed it would have been okay with Ginny if she got her wand. It was hers now. She put Ginny’s wand down again and looked around when it hit her.
Harry’s wand was gone. Molly slid of the bench and down at the floor, trying to see if the wand had fallen down, but it was gone.
Molly got up and tried to remember the spell.
“Accio bottle!” She said and pointed the wand at the bottle in the end of the table.
It flew halfway down the table and then fell down again. Molly shrugged and concentrated once again. This time on Harry’s wand.
“Accio Harry’s wand!” She said very firm.
Nothing happened. She tried again, but still with no result.
“Okay…” She mumbled to herself.
James had probably taken it with him when he left.
Molly walked up to the library. She had no idea what to do now. James had left the house. Maybe he would return later, maybe he wouldn’t. Molly sat down to read a book about spells that could help one in the everyday. She tried some of them and they worked, but not well. She couldn’t keep her mind on the work. She looked at a little watch on the table. It was long past noon.
The rest of the day Molly did nothing in particular, she walked around in the house. First to the kitchen where she did some magic, then up to the library where she read a few lines of the book just to throw it back on the floor seconds later. She couldn’t concentrate.
Half past six in the evening James had still not returned and Molly started to get really nervous. Where was he? Would he even come back? Was he safe where he was?
Molly didn’t know any of these answers.
She fell asleep long past midnight. Worried sick of James and where he was.

He didn’t return the next day. Or any of the days the next week.
At last Molly had had enough. James was gone and wouldn’t return. Molly grabbed a bag and put some books she couldn’t go without in it. She grabbed Ginny’s – now her own – wand and the Death Eater’s wand. She took a last look inside Ginny’s bedroom when a thing on the bedside table. Something lay there. Molly moved over and looked. It was the golden chain with the rings in. She grabbed it and put in her pocket. Then she walked out again and found her own necklace and put it one. She grabbed it with her free hand and concentrated with all her might on her destination.


Okay, I know what you think. “What did just happen there with James?” Well, the answer is simple. Try to put yourself in his place. In twenty-four hours he’s a wizards, met his mother who died less than an hour after, and then he’s found out there’s a prophecy about him. It’s a bit hard for a boy at eight to understand…
Feedback is more than welcome

- Vicki

Hey there!
Okay, first of all; sorry for the long waiting. I've been extremely busy! Second of all: As you read this chapter remember; book seven has not happened in this fic. That means that people who died in the book have not died in mine and thing that happened have not really happened. if you get me

13 – Back Home
Next Molly found herself in a room she knew all too well. She looked around. There was no one in the kitchen so Molly moved into the living room.
“Molly!” Someone suddenly shrieked.
The next thing Molly saw was a lot of brown bushy hair.
“Mom…” Molly said.
Her mother let go of her and turned around.
“Ron!” She called. “Come out here!”
Ron came walking into the living room from the bedroom. He gasped as he saw Molly. He ran over to them and gave her a hug.
“Is that really you?” He asked stupidly.
Molly nodded. Both her parents studied her for some seconds. Molly could not describe the feeling that was rushing inside of her. She had never been so happy in her whole life. She was home after several months.
“Where have you been?” Hermione asked after a few seconds.
“Here and there.” Molly just said.
“That’s not an answer!”
Molly sighed. “Maybe we should go out in the kitchen so I can tell you. It’s not a short story.”
They all three moved out in the kitchen and Molly started to tell her story. She started with what had happened when Voldemort had taken her, then how she met Ginny. Both her parents gasped as they heard she was alive. Molly didn’t say she was dead now. Then she told them about Ginny and how she had escaped and later how she was taught magic and she used the Death Eater’s wand over, then how they had visited James and brought him home and then Ginny was killed. Her father began to cry then, but Molly only had to say that James had run away and was now gone. At last she told them how she took the last things with her and apparated home. She threw the necklace at the table and they studied them. Her father of course recognised his mothers ring and Molly told them the story behind the others.
Hermione sat still and looked at Molly for a very long time.
“So you met Ginny in Hogwarts where Voldemort lives? Hogwarts?”
Molly nodded.
“Ginny said that she and Harry had a child?”
Molly nodded again.
“You escaped to Grimmauld place where Ginny taught you magic?”
Nod.
“You brought James back, but he ran away after you two had read a prophecy?”
“Yes. It’s right here.” Molly said and found the book and paper in the bag.
Hermione took the paper and red out loud. “‘Given life by the half – who had lived and then died. Born from the pure – who was the only out of seven. Left behind with questions – none of them to be answered at once. Doomed to live among others – where he would gather strength. Chosen to defeat and save – as the only possible. And the sun will once again shine – but the boy will have suffered losses’.” Hermione looked up at Ron and Molly. “That’s a tough one. I see that… Did James run away just like that?”
“No.” Molly answered. “I think he brought Harry’s old wand because I couldn’t find or summon it.”
“You can do that?” Ron asked stunned.
“Well. Almost…” Molly said. She pulled Ginny’s wand out and concentrated. “Accio book.” She said and pointed at the book in her mother’s hand.
The book flew out of the hand and almost over to Molly.
“That’s good, sweetheart, but where did you get the wand?”
“That’s what I said. This is Ginny’s wand. It fits me perfectly. And this,” She said and pulled the next wand up. “It’s a Death Eater’s. Here. You can have it.”
She gave the wand to her mother.
“No one is allowed to have a wand…” She sighed. “That’s amazing.”
“Think of all those things we could do with it.” Ron said.
“Mom, we need to find James!” Molly interrupted.
“Yes, but what do you suggest we do?”
“I… I don’t know. But we can’t just leave him!”
Hermione looked at Ron a few seconds. They both looked very concentrated and thinking.
“Ronald… I think it’s time to gather the Order once more.”
Ron nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
Molly looked from her mother to her father in confusion. They both looked at each other with determination.
“The Order?” Molly asked. “What’s that? What are you talking about?”
“Not now, Molly.” Hermione said and looked quickly at Molly, and then back at Ron. “Will you contact them? Then I can make some lunch?”
Ron nodded and swept past Molly and towards the study room.
“Come, Molly.” Hermione said and grabbed her hand.
They went out in the kitchen together. Hermione lifted Molly up at the kitchen table and opened the fridge, looking for something to make for dinner. Eventually she found some bread, meat and cheese. She started to slice the bread and meat.
“Mom, can I have some of your homemade jam?” Molly asked.
Her mother looked at her and smiled. “Of course sweetheart.”
“Thanks.”
“I guess you haven’t had anything special the last months?”
“Ginny made me great dinner, but the last week it has only been bread.”
“Okay. Then I promise you can have spaghetti with meatballs tonight.”
“Yeah!”
They grinned at each other. Molly helped with the rest and they ate fifteen minutes later. Molly went upstairs to sleep after that.
She woke up as she heard voices downstairs. It was not only her mum and dad, but several other people she could not recognize the voices of. She quickly pulled a sweater over her head and walked on tiptoe out from her room.
“…something, Remus! We can’t just leave him by himself.” Molly heard a woman say. She sounded upset.
Molly stopped before she could see them all and just listened to what they all said.
“I know… but there’s not much we can do.” Molly recognised this voice as the man named Remus’. He apparently had gotten there from the wood Ginny had apparated him to.
“But now that Ginny is gone… killed by You-Know-Who himself, he will probably go after this boy, James, right?” A third voice asked.
“Yeah.” Hermione answered. “That was what Molly said.”
“I still can’t believe Ginny’s gone.” Said a person whose voice Molly recognized as her uncle Bill’s, it sounded very tearfully.
“Me neither. I mean, she was our baby sister, but she was just so grown up… She didn’t need us anymore.”
This time it was Charlie. As Molly heard this she got some small tears in her eyes. She missed Ginny too. She quickly blinked then way as the people below started to talk again.
“Maybe we should bring Molly.” The first voice said. “She was there the whole time.”
“She’s sleeping, Tonks.”
“I think we could use her.” A voice said. Molly recognised it immediately as her uncle Fred’s.
“Yeah, we could.” A deep voice said.
Molly got up and sneaked back into her room and pulled her blanket over her. Only seconds later a person stepped into her room.
“Molly?”
Molly moved a bit and looked up at her uncle.
“Hi Uncle Fred.” She said and smiled.
“Hey Molly. Glad to see you back again.” He said and smiled back at her. “Do you mind coming down with me?”
“No.” Molly said and got up.
Fred looked at her a few seconds. “You have been listening to what we were talking about, haven’t you?”
Molly looked down. “How did you know?”
“I’ve been eight too once. It’s a long time ago, but I have.”
Molly grinned and followed Fred outside and then downstairs. There sat several people Molly did not know. She recognized Remus who sat at the end of the table next to younger witch with purple hair and a warm smiling face. Next to her sat a couple of wizards Molly didn’t find interesting. Then most of her uncles sat and then a wizard with brown long hair and very light skin. Then there sat a black bald wizard and next to him sat Molly’s mother and father. On the other side of the table sat a witch who wore all yellow clothes which almost lit the whole table up, then it was Charlie, then a very old wizard with long grey hair. Then a couple of people who looked to be younger than her parents and at last sat Luna.
Fred walked over and sat down next to Ron. Molly slowly walked over and Hermione dragged Molly up at her lap.
“Molly… will you please tell us everything you told me and dad earlier?”
Molly slowly nodded. “Yeah…” She said and stated to re-tell the last months for them all.
When she several minutes later had finished telling the short version of the story most of the people around the table sat still, almost like stunned. Then the black wizard slowly shook his head.
“That’s some trouble that has risen.” He said with a very deep voice.
George nodded. “Yep…”
“Isn’t the main question just: where is James?” Said the witch with purple hair.
“That’s exactly the problem…” Ron sighed.
“Molly, maybe you’d like to go upstairs again?” Her mother asked her.
Molly shook her head. “No, I want to hear…”
Her parents exchanged glances and nodded. Molly smiled; they’d let her stay.
“He said he’d go to a place he could be himself, right?” Bill asked, looking at Molly.
She nodded. “Yeah… it almost sounded like he knew where he was going.”
Some of the older wizards looked at each other.
“Okay. Some should go and find out something about him at the orphanage.”
“Yes. Perhaps you could that, Tonks?”
The witch with the purple hair nodded. “Who else wants to go?”
“I can.” George said and raised his hand.
“I’m in too.” Remus said,
The witch named Tonks looked a few seconds at Remus, thinking. Then she nodded. Molly was a bit puzzled by this, something wasn’t right between those two, but she decided to let it go.
“Should we go now?”
“Yeah.” George said and got up.
The three of them moved out in the hall where they were about to go outside when Hermione called them back.
“You can’t go now. Not like that.” She said and found the Death Eater’s wand. “Come here.”
They came back and Remus and George let Hermione change them a bit and then they walked out again. Molly gasped as Tonks made a face and her hair changed from purple too black, and her eyes suddenly went dark brown. She was completely unrecognisable.
“See,” She said and smiled. “I still got it in me.”
Hermione grinned. “So do I.” She said and looked at the wand.
“Of course you do.” Ron said and smiled at her. “You’re so smart you can’t come down to us normal people again.”
Molly grinned at her two parents and realised how much she had missed them. She gave her father a hug.
“What’s up with you, midget?” He asked down to her.
“Ronald…” Hermione sighed.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She sighed and looked at Ron and her daughter.
Molly squeezed a bit harder. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“And we’ve missed you.”
“Hmm. It’s getting late.” Hermione said and looked at the clock. “Anyone want dinner?”
Some of Molly’s uncles nodded and said yes.
“I better go home.” Bill said and got up. “Fleur’s at home with Victoire.”
“You can bring them too.” Hermione said. “I’m sure they’ll both be glad to say hello to Molly again.”
Molly nodded and looked at Bill. He sighed and looked smiling at her.
“Sure. I’ll be back later.”
Some of the witches and wizards Molly didn’t know got up and said they had to go home. Hermione nodded and walked out in the kitchen. Luna joined her.
“It’s such a long time, Hermione. Just let me help.” She said.
Hermione smiled and let Luna help her.
Half an hour later, Molly could smell the gravy her mother made her meatballs in and see the steam from the pot with spaghetti in. She smiled, and funny enough she felt very hungry even though it couldn’t be more than three hours since she had eaten a lot for lunch.
“Molly, perhaps you could get the plates?” Her mother called and Molly got up and walked towards the cabinet where the plates were. She counted how many they were and grabbed fifteen plates to put on the table.
Ten minutes later the dinner was served and every sat at the table once more. Fleur and Victoire had arrived, and Fleur had rushed over to hug Molly and kiss both her cheeks.
They were all sitting and having fun, just like they used to before Molly was kidnapped and she couldn’t keep the smile of her face. Seeing how her father talked to his brothers and how his mother talked to Luna, who she hadn’t seen for a very long time; it all made her happy. Victoire sat next to Molly and kept asking her questions about Ginny and other stuff. At last it was getting a bit annoying, but Molly was just glad to be back.
It was very late before everyone went home, and Molly felt very relaxed when she lay in her bed. Yet she kept thinking of James and where he was. He had to be found sooner or later. Right?

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- Vicki

Hey! Sorry for the long wait, but here the chapter is!

14 – Voldemort returning
The long days at home turned slowly into weeks, and there was still no sign of Voldemort or even James. Every day when Molly woke up she felt her hope for James fall a bit more. No one from the Order was able to find him, and George, Remus and Tonks had not found out anything about James when they went to the orphanage. Yes, the hopes for James became smaller and smaller for each day.
Molly found out that most of his uncles had thought that Ginny was alive, because when they were together, they spent a lot of time talking about her and missing her. They reminded each other of times when they were small and Ginny had been their baby sister they all took care of.
They told how Ginny had grown up and at times she was worse than Fred and George, how she had fallen in love with Harry since first time she saw him. Then Ron told about when they had gotten together, how they had broken up and how Ginny had been in the aftermath. She had been sick and not good looking; she had lost a lot of weight and didn’t show herself much along with the rest of his family. Molly even got the story of how her parents had got together, not that she hadn’t heard they were best friends at Hogwarts together. Bill began to tell the story. He was home at the burrow that time because he was preparing for his and Fleur’s wedding.
Ron had been sick of Ginny and how she tackled the break-up with Harry and had been standing outside Ginny’s door, trying to talk some sense into her and said something like, ‘Stop whining, will you? He’s just trying to protect you like every guy who loved one would have done in his situation’
And then Ginny had slammed the door up, almost knocking Ron over, and yelled back right in his face, ‘What the hell do you know about love?! You’re not even man enough to tell Hermione you love her!’ and funny enough in the same second Hermione had arrived to spend the rest of her summer at the Burrow and was on the way up to Ginny. She stopped at the staircase and looked at Ron.
He looked down at her with red ears and said, ‘She’s right… I’m not man enough to- to say that I… I love you Hermione.’
Hermione had tears in her eyes when she said he loved him back, ‘Always have, always will’ she said at last.
Molly had sat with open mouth and listened to this story.
”Is… is that really what happened?”
Both her parents nodded.
“Yeah, it’s actually because of Ginny we’re here today.” Hermione said.
Ron grabbed her hand and smiled sadly. “We’ll always miss Ginny.”
“We will…” Bill said.
Then, when all of Molly’s uncles had left and they were alone, she began to be depressed again. James was still missing. The visit from her uncles had just pushed it a bit away. She had been in a terrible mood all day and wasn’t happier when dinner was served.
“There, there, Molly.” Her mother said as she placed a plate with food at in front of her. “They’ll find James I’m sure.”
“But what if they don’t find him first?”
“They will…”
Molly wasn’t happy with that answer but decided to let it go. She grabbed her fork and started to poke to her potatoes miserably. Her mother and father joined her at the table and they ate together.
Molly didn’t say anything except when she was asked but even then she only answered with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’, she was not happy. Not happy at all. The happiness of having returned to home was gone. She had been happy to see her mother and father again, to sleep in her own bed and to sit in their living room with them, just looking pictures or doing nothing. But she suddenly found that it didn’t matter as much to her as it did to find James.
She finished eating and cleaned up her plate. She sighed; she needed some fresh air.
“Mom, can I please go outside to swing?”
Her parents exchanged glances and both nodded.
“Sure sweetheart. Just go, but stay where we can watch out for you.”
Molly got up and left the table. She trotted over to the door to the outside and opened it. She felt the cold dead air caress her face as she stepped outside. It was a little windy, not something it was everyday. Molly smiled for the first time in weeks; it felt as if changes were about to happen.
She slowly sat on the swing and let her feet lose touch of the ground. She slowly began to swing. First just a little, but gradually she flew higher and higher on the swing. She laughed; something she hadn’t done for weeks; she was happy. She forgot all about James, she forgot Voldemort and she forgot all the problems that were above their heads. She forgot everything, until someone spoke to her.
“Enjoying yourself, Weasley?”
Molly stopped laughing, looked down and almost fell of the swing. She stopped it immediately and almost fell over.
Voldemort.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, trying to suppress her fear.
“You know.”
“No I don’t, so leave.” Molly said and sounded suddenly braver than she felt at the moment.
She had her wand in her pocket, but knew it wouldn’t be to much help towards Voldemort.
“Molly…” Voldemort said in a sweet voice that made Molly’s hair stand up. “Do you know where James is?”
Molly looked down, but she could just have looked Voldemort straight into the eyes as she didn’t know where he was. She shook her head and Voldemort sighed. She heard how Voldemort walked over to her and saw his feet right in front of her. He slowly bent down and forced her to look up at him. Molly tried to close her eyes as they met Voldemort’s, but it was impossible. His red, evil eyes bore themselves into hers.
Ginny lying dead on the ground and Molly looking at Voldemort nearing her and James. The vision changed and Molly saw James and her sit in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. James asked questions and Molly answered as good as possible. The vision changed. This time Molly could only see her own hand holding the peace of parchment with the prophecy at. As the vision changed Molly heard James’s last words ‘Somewhere where I can be myself.’ and then how the door at Grimmauld Place slammed.
Molly felt a pain in her head as she tried to think of something else, just like Ginny had told her. She forced her mind at all her uncles and aunts, her cousins and how much she had missed them.
Then without warning she could see again and Voldemort looked disgusted at her.
“You don’t know where he is…” He said slowly.
Molly shook her head, tears in her eyes.
“Then there’s no use for you anymore…”
Molly saw how he raised his wand and made it point at her. She swallowed, she was about to die now, she was sure of that.
“Get away from her!” Said a deadly voice from behind Voldemort.
Molly looked past him and saw her mother standing with her wand raised and a deadly look on her face. Then she looked back at Voldemort, he did not look happy.
“Where did you get a wand mudblood?” He hissed.
“Don’t bother your cold mind with that!”
“Put your wand down now, mudblood! You of all people aren’t allowed one.”
“Let my daughter go at first! She’s not done anything.” Hermione said, not lowering her wand.
Voldemort grinned evilly. “Fine, but none of you will survive this. Molly, get up.” He hissed at Molly.
She was about to get up when Voldemort grabbed her around the upper arm and pulled her up before he pushed her towards her mother. Molly ran over to her mother and stood behind her. She looked inside their living room and saw her father sit with his head inside the fire. Why hadn’t he heard them and come out too?
Molly looked up as Voldemort fired a spell towards them. Hermione blocked it and sent one back. Several seconds later, spells were flying everywhere. Ron came storming out in the garden. Voldemort looked at him and shoot robes out of his wand, just as Ginny had done to Malfoy. Then he pointed his wand at Hermione and she fell to the ground with robes around her too. Molly was now unprotected.
Voldemort grinned evilly and made both Ron and Hermione float over to a pair of chairs where they dumped down.
“Now…” Voldemort grinned even more evilly, like enjoying it all. “You are going to watch your only daughter die, right before I kill you.”
Tears began to form in both of Molly’s parents’ eyes.
“No, please!” Hermione cried.
Voldemort pointed his wand at Molly, but in the same second around fifteen people stepped out of the shadows. Some of them had guns in their hands; some of them had sword or other mugglethings with them, apparently to fight with. Molly looked up at Voldemort, and to her surprise he smiled.
“I can see you’re all showed up here to see me killing this little family of.”
A gun got loaded and a figure stepped out of the shadow. It was Charlie and he was pointing the long gun at Voldemort.
“Let them go!” He said through clenched teeth.
Voldemort laughed evilly and made every weapon the people had fly over to him. With a simple swish of his wand they all were pulverized and the dust of their remains fell slowly to the ground. He made a more swish with his wand and everyone fell to the ground, robes around them. Voldemort placed them all next to Hermione and Ron with a third swish of his wand.
“Now that I have your full attention, you’ll see what happens when you cross the path of Lord Voldemort!” He hissed and pointed his wand at Molly, eyes still on the crowd. “Say goodbye to you’re niece, or daughter!”
Hermione began to sob uncontrollably. “Take me! Take me instead! Not Molly!”
Most of the people around began to move, trying to get free. Molly looked frightened at her mother, then father and her uncles and the other people, knowing this was the last time she would ever see them, knowing they all would die after her. Voldemort laughed and looked at them all.
When silence had fallen over them all again, except Hermione who still sobbed, Voldemort looked at Molly again.
Molly looked back up at Voldemort; she knew there was no escape out of it this time. No Ginny who could save her, no parent that could either, she was going to die. She met Voldemort’s eyes, sending him as much hate and disgust as she managed.
“Say goodbye, Molly. The world is cruel; I’m just setting you free.”
Molly bent her head and closed her eyes, ready to die; just like Ginny, just like Harry, just like everyone who had crossed the path of Lord Voldemort.
“AVADA KADAVRA!”

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- Vicki

Okay, this is it. The very last chapter of The Other Prophecy. I deeply hope some of you who have been reading this fic will leave me a note in me feedback thread (Lately I’ve only gotten feedback from Piglet, who I thank! Faithful reader! ), as it’s the end and there won’t be another chapter. Please read at first?

15 – A new beginning
Molly looked up, shocked, and saw Voldemort fall lifeless to the ground and lie still. One word was racing through her mind; who had done it?
Then a figure came running from behind her and kicked Voldemort’s dead body.
“That was for my father.” The person raged while he kicked at the lifeless body. “And mother. And my four grandparents that I never got to meet!”
Molly was speechless. This boy just stood and kicked Voldemort’s dead body, the darkest wizard ever, as though killing him hadn’t been enough. Molly suddenly was hit by a thought. This boy had a wand. And he said that-
“James?” Molly asked.
James stopped kicking the body and turned to look at Molly. He had tears in his eyes, dirty skin and a twig in his very messy hair. He let himself drop down on the dusty ground next to Molly.
“I figured I’d meet you here.” James said and tried to smile.
“Yeah, I… I kind of live here.” Molly smiled.
Molly looked up as one of the people sneezed and lost the balance because of the ropes and fell onto the person next to him. Molly saw it was her uncle George who had fallen into Fred. They were both now lying on the ground
“Would you mind helping us Molly?” Fred asked, sounding as if he was being squeezed as George lay on top of him.
Molly grinned. “Sure.”
She and James began to loosen the robes around everyone. Among the people were all her uncles, Luna, Remus, the yellow-dressed witch and Tonks. When Molly’s mother was free she dragged Molly into a long hug.
“Oh, Molly!” She said through tears. “I thought we’d lost you there!”
“But you didn’t.” Molly said and pushed a bit away. “Mom, this is James!”
Hermione, and everyone for the matter of fact, looked at James. James moved uncomfortably, apparently not liking all the looks at him.
“Hey James…” Hermione said.
“Um hey…” James said and scratched himself nervously in the neck.
“I’m Molly’s mother, Hermione, and one of your father and mother’s best friends.”
James smiled a bit. “Really?”
She nodded. “And this – Ron – is your uncle and also Harry’s best friend.”
Now James smiled wide. “I… wow…”
“You-Know-Who really is dead…” A voice said from Voldemort’s body.
Everyone looked over at Voldemort and Tonks who had kneeled down next to him.
Bill walked over there and looked down. “Yeah… He is…”
Molly turned to James. “You killed him, James! Just as the prophecy said!”
James smiled weakly. “Well, I didn’t actually think much about that…”
“But you did it! Do you know what this means?”
“No…”
“We’re free…” Ron said stunned. “We’re really free.”
Suddenly everyone began to cheer and hop happily around. Fleur broke into tears and Bill had to put his arm around her. Molly gave James a hug and began to sob of happiness.
“We’re free!”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a loud shrill scream of what seemed like a thousand people erupted above them. Molly looked up and saw hundreds and hundreds of small black shadows of dust come rushing towards them. Molly almost flew backwards with James in the same second as the first black shadow made contact with Voldemort’s body closely followed by the second and then the third. Through the next minute all the small shadows rushed down there and disappeared into Voldemort’s body and everyone around looked at it stunned. When Fred made a move to go closer Hermione stopped him.
“NO!” She shrieked over the screams. “You can’t touch it. You’ll get sucked into it too.”
Everyone but Ron looked questioningly at Hermione.
“What?” Tonks asked loudly.
“Voldemort has died.” Hermione yelled so everyone could hear her. “So his followers will die to right now. You are now witness to every dementor, Death Eater and giant’s death!”
“How do you know all this?” George asked.
Hermione exchanged glances with Ron. They both nodded. In the same second the black shadows stopped coming and everything went quiet.
“We found out when we were with Harry. Killing Voldemort was the key to killing all of his supporters as well. They were all linked through the Dark Mark on their arms.”
“It’s a long story.” Ron added. “We can tell you all later.”
“Everyone?” Molly asked and looked up at her mother.
She nodded. “Yes, Molly. Everyone.”
Molly grinned and slowly got up. She helped James up too and gave him another hug.
“Well,” Tonks suddenly said. “I better go home.”
“Tonks please stay,” Hermione said.
“No really, Hermione. Teddy is all alone and I don’t want him to be right now.”
Remus who had been kneeled down next to Voldemort’s body looked up at Tonks with an angry look on his worn face.
“You let him be home alone in these times?” he asked with an angry voice.
Tonks looked at Remus. “Yes I did. It’s just next to my parents. It could have been avoided if the boy had a father, but he doesn’t!”
“Well, maybe if his mother had accepted the apology the father gave, he would have one!” Remus shot back.
“You actually considered leaving me!” Tonks yelled and slowly tears grew in her eyes. “And our unborn child!”
Everyone looked at the two people discussing at this point and there were all silent. Molly sat and started open-mouthed at them. She knew from the other night something wasn’t right between them. But had no idea it was something like this.
“Because I didn’t want my own son to be ashamed of his father!”
“How can you even think that someo-”
“STOP IT!” Ron yelled at last and they fell quite. “Remus, I thought you had a bit more sense than this! There’s nothing wrong with being a werewolf! I thought you had changed mind after what Harry said to you! You actually seemed to have! Why can’t you just let people get close to you? And Tonks! He was truly sorry and afraid of what his son would think of him! And how Teddy would be. He thought it was in your best interests if he went with us! But Harry talked some sense into him! Forget and forgive both of you, okay?!”
Ron stopped yelling and everything went deadly silent. Tonks and Remus looked away from each other with a shameful look at their faces. Remus was the first one to look up.
“I’m sorry, Dora,” he said silently. “I don’t know what I thought that day.”
“Nor do I,” Tonks said. “But he’s your son. He deserves to have a father who’s proud of him, then-”
“I am proud of him. It’s me.”
Tonks looked up. “I married you, didn’t I?” she asked. “I don’t care. Nor will your son.”
Molly had listened intensely until now, but James poked her in the ribs and she turned to him instead.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I don’t know…”
“Molly, maybe we should go inside,” her mother’s voice sounded close to her ear.
“Why?” she asked and looked up.
“Just come.”
Molly slowly got up and helped James up too. She took a last look at Remus and Tonks who now where hugging. She smiled and suddenly it looked as if they shined or lit up. Almost like there was-
“Sunshine!” James yelled suddenly.
Molly looked up and true; the clouds glided away and the sun shone. She gasped.
“It’s the sun!” she yelled. “The sun!”
She couldn’t get her eyes of the sky, and it started to hurt her eyes, but she didn’t care. It was the first time she has ever seen the sun. Everyone else seemed stunned by the sunlight too. Finally she managed to drag her eyes away and she looked at her father.
“It’s just like you said, dad. A thousand times stronger than the brightest light I can imagine. It’s wonderful.”
Ron had tears in his eyes of happiness. So did everyone else.

Epilogue.

“That’s it?”
“Yes. ‘Harry Potter. 1980-2000. May you find peace in Death, where you couldn’t have it in Life’.”
James sat down in front of a tomb. It was of white marble with two sets of names and dates on.
The day after Voldemort’s defeat some of Molly’s uncles had gone to Grimmauld Place and searched the place. They had found a paper which documented that Ginny and Harry had been married at the city hall in a little village only two weeks before Harry was killed.
There had been held a funeral for Ginny after they had found her body, which still was lying in the little alley at the orphanage.
“And ‘Ginny Potter. 1981-2008. May Death be the place for the happiness you had too little of in Life.’ It’s beautiful.”
Molly stood behind James and watched as he slowly ran a finger over the names on the tomb. There was a bouquet of red roses in front of the stones which James had brought.
“It is,” she said, also with eyes on the tomb.
She looked at the marble stone next to Harry and Ginny’s. James and Lily Potter’s.
“Look,” she said and nodded at it.
James moved over to the other tomb instead. “My grandparents,” he said. “James. Like me.”
Molly smiled slightly. “Yeah…”
James watched the two dates of his grandparents’ death and frowned. “My dad didn’t know his parents either.”
“No. Voldemort killed them too because of him. My mom and dad can tell you the whole story. Remus can help them; he was there after all.”
James nodded. Slowly he got up again, now looking back at his parents’ grave. He sighed deeply.
“I’d give everything to just see them,” he said silently, still eyes on the grave.
“You haven’t seen any of the pictures we have of them at home?” Molly asked.
James shook his head slightly. “No, there hasn’t been time, but I’d love to,” he said and turned to Molly. “What’s it like to have parents?”
Molly shrugged. “Great. You always have someone you can talk to and someone who can comfort you when you’re sad. They’re always there for you.”
James smiled sadly and gave the graves a last look before they started to go home.
“Don’t be too sad about it,” Molly said and James looked at her instead of the ground. “You’ll see them again.”
James frowned. “They’re dead. How can I?”
“When you one day also leave this place. Then you’ll see them. And really, they’re probably watching you right now.”
“Watching me?” James asked with a raised eyebrow.
Molly nodded. “From where they are now. They’re watching over you. They’re not gone. Just moved on to a new journey. They’re living beyond death.”
James smiled. “You’re right. I’ll see them again one day.”
“Yea… ”
Suddenly James began to run. “A race back to the house?” he grinned.
“You’re dead, Potter!” Molly grinned and began to run too.
The two children ran down the sidewalk, grinning and laughing loudly, while the sun beamed over them with only a cloud at the sky. For the first time in a long time they felt happy. All was well.

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Okay. I couldn’t stop myself at the last line. I though it could be fun as a tribute to the magic books of Harry Potter to end this the same way, even though how stupid it sounds. If you anything to say to me now, go to me feedbackthread and say it. Thanks!

- Vicki