Obliviate | | Ginny Weasley

•Part seventeen

"Evie! Stop!" She said and you stopped, catching your breath and turning around to see Hermione jogging up to you. "What's wrong? Why are you running away and what for, where to?"

"I just- I need some space-" you were cut off by an all too familiar evil laugh. "No- no, fuck sake! Hermione run!"

With no questions, you and Hermione started to sprint away together whilst clouds of black smoke flew next to you and her, chasing you two.

You and Hermione ran like your lives depended on it, which they did.

After a few minutes, you and Hermione were starting to get very out of breath but had reached a forest where many death eaters were hiding, waiting for you two to arrive. You were cornered and practically forced to stop running, both of you were out of breath and couldn't run any longer either way. They had cornered you though and threatened you two with their wands.

"Fuck." You cursed and moved towards Hermione, standing back to back to each other and you held her hands from behind her.

Both of you had forgotten your wands at the worst time ever when you need them the most. The death eaters did not though, they also had daggers and knives in their hands.

Hermione wanted to whisper something to you but a death eater, Fenrir Greyback, silenced her straight away.

"There is no escaping now." A terrifyingly familiar voice said from behind a tree, then that person moved out from the tree to reveal herself.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Ginny Pov

"I feel like she hates me." I sighed and laid down on the couch, Fred was laying on the floor and George was sat up by the coffee table. "She didn't come home until late last night, she didn't talk to me yesterday or today and it's like she is still mad at me! What did I even do?"

"Did you do anything yesterday that could have pissed her off?" Fred asked me.

"No. Well not that I could think of." I complained. "Why would she be pissed though? She was the one who left me for the entire day and then came home late with a drunk Hermione."

"Well go through what you done yesterday. Nothing that can make anyone mad?" George asked and it looked like he knew something, he is stubborn and wouldn't give it up though so I chose to ignore it.

"Well there is one thing, I k-" I was going to finish my sentence but nobody else could even talk because of what happened.

There was the sound of lots of glass breaking, there was laughing and even the sound of fire burning. Me, George and Fred all immediately jumped up and ran to look outside of the window. We saw black clouds flying away from underneath us where the shop was.

"Fuck!" Fred shouted and grabbed my arm, George grabbed Fred's arm and the two rushed us all downstairs.

There was fire everywhere, burning almost everything, and the glass was everywhere. Shelves were knocked down to the floor and products were all over the floor. The sound of evil laughter filled the air.

The twins where as shocked as I was, why would anyone want to wreck their shop? They have worked for this their entire life and now it all went down the drain.

"Get out! Now!" George yelled and then started to cough, so did me and Fred.

Fred ran outside with me in his arms and we  noticed George didn't follow us. The fire was spreading rapidly inside and outside, George still hadn't come out of the shop. Fred cursed under his breath and went to run inside but i beat him to it.

"Ginny get out of the shop now-" Fred was cut off by coughing many times.

George must have inhaled too much smoke and he was laying on the floor with smoke all over his face, he was coughing frantically.

"George!" I shouted and went over to help him, trying to hold back my coughs:

I put one of my arms around his waist and used my other arm to pull his arm around my shoulder for extra support. With all my strength, I pulled George up from the ground and dragged both of us out of the burning shop.

Fred helped me get George further away from the burning shop and lay him against a wall around the corner before I ran back round the corner to the shop.

"Ginny. Ginny where are you going!" Fred looked between be running and George coughing for air and had to decide if he should follow me or stay with George.

Someone must have heard all the commotion or recognised the shop because Charlie and Bill came running towards Fred and George. They immediately crouched down to George's height on the floor and started to try help him. Fred said hello to our brothers before running after me and back to the burnt shop.

I ran inside and straight up the stairs, the fire had spread to the flat so I was coughing non stop but had to get something and someone. I ran into Fred's room where me and Evie had been staying and started to look around under the bed.

I had to find it, I needed to or I would never forgive myself. Once I had found the two boxes, I ran back outside the shop where Fred was looking for my figure. I was coughing so much and was struggling to breathe, but I managed to get outside with the two boxes still in my hands.

"It's- it's in the- flat." I said in between multiple coughs.

"Forget about the shop and flat, why did you run back inside and are you alright?" Fred asked straight away and put an arm round my waist, basically carrying me back to where George, Charlie and Bill where.

"I needed to get this." I sat down next to George, ignoring how much I was coughing still and the fact that my four brothers were asking me questions.

The only thing I cared about right now are these two boxes. Opening them, I felt a huge wash of relief when I found out the things inside where alright.

A/N: damn

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