They all appeared in Godrics Hollow.
Harry still had his arms wrapped around her. He sat down carefully so as to make sure he didn’t hurt her in any way, waiting for her to calm down so he could find out what was wrong with her.
After some time she settled somewhat. Harry just stroked her nice silky black hair.
“How are you feeling?” He asked in a calm and gentle voice.
“…”
“Are you alright?” She just sat there really quietly, not making a sound. Harry was really worried about her. What is with her? He thought quietly in his mind. “You want to tell us what happened?”
She just bit her lip, thinking on what to say. She shut her eyes, leaning her head against his soft well-built chest. She felt safe when she was with him, she felt like nothing could harm her while he was around. She lifted her head from his chest and gazed into his green emerald eyes. She took in a deep breath and began her tale. “I went to a school with just a Witch school.” She took another deep breath, leaned in more against his chest and told on. “A couple of years later I was heading back to the orphanage and just before I did this Death Eater came and took me away. He always tortured me.” She said in a shaky voice, clasping both her hands to her face and started to cry, recalling such a painful memory.
Harry just pulled her closer to him and started to stroke her hair, comforting her in any way possible.
After a minute or two she resumed where she left off. “He was teaching me the dark arts, teaching me the Crutiatus curse and every time I got it wrong he always used the Crutiatus curse, no questions asked. Actually, he took me away a couple of months after I was 11. I hate him!”she said with lots of venom in her voice.
“That’s so terrible,” said Hermione, outraged that someone could actually do something like that.
“So it just kept continuing on like that, always getting beat for not doing something correctly.” Whispered Selene in a small voice, resting her head once again against Harry’s comfortable chest.
When Ginny awoke she found that someone had put her behind bars. She all of a sudden felt really cold; it started to get really chilly. She turned her head around and saw to her disgust that a whole entire swarm of Dementors lurking around. She tried moving back when suddenly all the good memories were getting sucked out. She was really scared, trembling in horrific fear. She tried calling out but found that nobody could hear her except for the person who captured her and locked her up.
“Well, nice to see that the little Filthy Blood Traitor has decided to show us with her presence.” She said in a deadly cold sweet voice.
Ginny tried to make out whom it was but she was having heaps of difficulty with all those Dementors swarming around her cell. Then she realized that it was Bellatrix Lestrange. She looked quite pleased with herself. Ginny was wondering why she caught and put her into Azkaban. “Why am I here?” asked Ginny in a small and shaky voice.
“I’m not sure if you realize Weasel, but the Dark Lord instructed me to capture you as bait to lure poor baby Potter in. Once I do that I will be the most favoured servent of the Dark Lord.” She replied in a sweet and cold tone.
Lestrange got rid of all the swarming Dementors so as to talk to Weasly while trying to get some answers out of her.
Ginny advanced slowly to the bars of the cell. “I’m afraid that your little tactic wont work Lestrange.” Spat Ginny, wanting nothing more than to kill her.
“And why would that be?” she was starting to get a little annoyed with her but knew that patience was a virtue.
“Well, for starters” A placid little smirk was appearing on Ginny’s face. Hey, maybe Lestrange could kill that stupid ***** for me. Thought Ginny evilly, cause she’d certainly deserve it. “Potter’s dumped me.” She said, starting to get all railed all up.
“Oh, you poor baby” she said in a sweet mocking voice.
“Shut up!!!” yelled Ginny at the top of her lungs, practically on the verge of tears. Her hands were becoming increasingly white.
“She dumped me for someone else. I thought I heard Potter say she was a Black. And she looks so pathetic, the way she’s just crying, its probably all just an act” she growled through clenched teeth.
“Where did you last see her? Hmm?”
So Ginny just told her, she already hated that woman Black. Why should she care if anything happened to her? “I last saw her in Diagon Ally.” Ginny said in a deadly calm voice.
“Well, I must thank Weasly for that great piece of information” she started laughing evilly, set all the Dementors back on her and then took off in search of Black.
Ginny just started pleading to them to stop what they were doing. She started to vigorously rattle the bars so as to try and get out. After a while, Ginny must of realized what she had done. She figured that Lestrange had gone in search of her. But she just didn’t care, wouldn’t even cared if she got killed.
All her memory from the previous years was getting drained out of her. She fell to the floor and started screaming her head off with her hands clasped to her head.
After for what seemed like an eternity she heard a noise and didn’t know what it was, she saw someone at the front of the bars and she started to scream.