Thread: After the End (Harry Potter, KC and Googl)

Ginny had been in the Gryffindor common room attempting to concentrate on some homework when Professor McGonagall swept in and fetched her. Within half an hour she was taken by side-along apparition to the burrow. McGonagall knew that Snape would never let Ginny return home as he was seeking every excuse to expel 'mudblood sympathisers' from Hogwarts. Ginny found her mother sobbing in her father's arms. Molly grabbed Ginny into a fierce hug and thanked McGonagall for bringing her. Where is he? Somehow in the face of her parents' grief, Ginny felt compelled to hold herself together. There was a total unreality to how she was feeling and only seeing her brother for herself would make his death real. K-k-kitchen. Was all Molly could stammer. On the long scrubbed wooden table that dominated the Burrow's kitchen, Ginny found her brother laid out beneath a sheet. She twitched away the fabric covering his face and was appalled by how peaceful he looked. She brushed a few stray hairs from his face and then the tears came. They were tears for her brother but more deeply and worse than that, they were guilty tears of relief that her beloved Harry still lived. His whereabouts were as yet unknown but it wouldn't take the order long to track him down. Kingsley Shacklebolt got him out... no idea how. Molly had followed Ginny into the room but the sight of her son obviously distressed her, for she immediately drew the sheet back into place. We'll bury him at first light and then Minerva will get you back to school before you're missed. No. Ginny's faced her mother determinedly. I'm not going back there. Harry needs me. Don't be ridiculous, you're not of age and- And what!? Ginny squared up to her mother. I'm as capable a wizard as Ron was. I've faced Voldemort first hand. I've been possessed by him and survived. I've started a resistance movement inside Hogwarts under Snape's bulbous nose. I refuse to sit around learning how to torture muggles while Harry and Hermione risk their lives! Molly for once was speechless. Indoctrinate me into the order. Sign me up. If I don't go to him and something happens to Harry I won't be able to live with it and if I can't go with your blessing well then- You're my youngest Ginny. You stand the least chance of coming back to me alive. Molly was distraught. I'm sorry Molly, we have to go. McGonagall cut in. Flitwick was keeping an eye out for me and I've just had a message from his patronus. I'm not going. Ginny insisted. You are going. McGonagall informed her. If a student from my house vanishes from under my nose Snape will sack me and then how will I protect my students? Harry and Hermione are highly capable wizards. The best thing you can do for that boy is keep yourself out of harm's way. He's grieved enough child. Ginny allowed herself to be taken back to school but she stalked from the common room to her dormitory in a foul temper. Blinded by tears, Ginny wandered over to her bed, stripping off clothing as she went. She poked her head through the curtains around the four poster, looking for her pyjamas. The voice was a mere whisper. Petrificus totalis. Ginny's half clad body was suddenly bound up and she would landed on the death eater in her bed - none other than 'Professor' Amycus Carrow - had he not swiftly suspended her form in mid air. The next thing Ginny was conscious of, she was being levitated through an ornate door and deposited on the floor. She wore her knickers, bra and a half open blouse, much to her mortification. When Voldemort's hideous visage came into view she was angry but unsurprised. Who else would consider her worth such an elaborate kidnap? Part of her was actually pleased. Perhaps an opportunity would arise to avenge her brother. Amycus had her wand at present. Amycus tossed Ginny's wand and Voldemort caught it, then he exited and left her alone with the self styled 'dark lord.' Although perhaps not quite alone. Ginny thought that she could hear the breathing and slight movement of more than one person.