HINNY, FOREVER (BOOK 3 OF HINNY THROUGH THE YEARS)

Taken

I don't own any of the characters. All credit goes to the Epic J.K. Rowling of course and always.

Ginny

"So? What have you found about a way back?" Ron asked.

"We just have to go back to the Veil and jump through."

"Whats to say that its there in the Ministry here as well?" I bit my upper lip.

"Nothing." Hermione spoke, as worried as I was.

"Well, sod it, lets find Rabastan and make our way over. We'll figure it out after." Ron stood. We sighed and nodded, getting up.

"So where can we look..." Ron muttered and my eyes widened.

"James Potter's map. He should have it!" I snapped my fingers, "If he doesnt, then all the Marauderers are on the same level as Harry. We could search them up."

"What if its not in their trunks?"

"We have to try, Ron." Hermione sighed.

"Alright. Means only I can go in there."

"Yeah."

We all headed to the Gryfindor commons and to our zero surprise, there wasn't much of a crowd in there. Everyone was probably out on their way to Hogsmeade or the tryouts. Hermione and i decided to wait for Ron in the common room while he went up.

About half hour later, he came back down, empty handed but covered in green pigments and confetti.

"Merlin, what happened to you?" I couldnt control the laughter that snorted out of me.

"They're the Marauders. What'd you expect?" He hissed and I almost dropped back, laughing. Hermione shook her head with a grin and waved her wand.

"Finite." And he cleaned up.

"They're bloody Fred and George here."

"Did you find anything?"

"No. Nothing." He sighed.

"Now what?" I grumbled.

"We search up the castle, i suppose." Hermione suggested.

"No." I held my breath as an idea knocked the air out of me.

"No?" Ron looked at me.

"We approach his target."

Hermione's eyes widened.

"We have no choice." I shook my head.

"Yes, we do. We ask for the map from the Marauders and do it."

"Yeah? And how do you suppose we do that? Hey, we want your map that no one knows exists with you right now to catch a serial killer that wants to kill us?" I mocked.

"Yes." Hermione answered and my eyes widened.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Its the only plan we've got."

"No. We can follow Tom and..."

"And how will you find Tom?"

"At lunch. We saw him at Breakfast. I'm sure, he'll come for lunch."

"Oh, yeah. The dark lord needs his chicken legs every four hours." Ron taunted.

"Please. There's an hour to lunch. Let's go to lunch and we'll find him there."

"Okay." Hermione nodded, "Okay. Lets try that."

Harry

I fixed the gloves on my wrist and headed out with school lent broomstick to the pitch. Dad was standing by the opposite end to the large group of players who wanted to try out.