Butterbeer, Broomsticks & Nargles

Here is our plan..

Hogwarts Castle seven months after the start of term

*** Ginny Weasley ***

"Ginny... Ginny..." Neville pants as he runs up to me, I stare at his face and see the concern spread across it "I got a letter..." he pants out of breath. I shake my head "a letter?? but you can't they've all been banned.." I frown how is it possible Neville got a letter, when I hadn't heard from my brothers or my parents in months. 

"look.. it's hard to explain.. but I went to St Mungo's to see my parents, well they aren't stopping post to my Nan's and she got this letter for me." He clears his throat and steadies his breathing. "Right.. well let me read it then I guess." I struggle with the feelings of annoyance and curiousity and take the letter from his sweat drenched hands. 

Neville, 

(and I'm hoping you will get this to Ginny as well) 

Hopefully this letter finds you well, I've been taken by the death eaters and I'm being held hostage in Malfoy Manor.. 

It's not so bad I surpose, Draco brings us food and suprisingly he appologies a lot. I've heard Lord Voldemort through the floorboards but luckily he doesn't care about hurting me like the others do, I reckon he'd be a lot meanier. 

Still it's only a few scratches I'll survive. Mr Olivander is here and so is Dean - which is nice, I'm pleased to have some friendly faces here looking out for me. We laugh through the bad times and talk about Harry a lot. I hope he is safe and doing well 

I look forward to seeing you again 

Love Luna 

I Stumble backwards almost falling over "She's been taken, I -- I thought she just went to see her dad and -- and Dean has been taken to." I gasp "Yeahh and I bet he's being all friendly in that tiny dungeon with Luna..." Neville grunts. 

I stare at him knowingly. " You like her?? I knew it, the bit that worries me is the few scratches Luna always plays things down, I hope they havent hurt her too badly." 

"Hmm.. look Ginny I'm going to save her, you need to think up a alibi for me leaving school so they don't coming looking for me." He wipes the soil off his cardigan and heads to the doorway. 

"No Neville, normally I'd agree with you but walking into Malfoy Manor is like walking to your death. I won't stand by and just let you do that. I have another plan." I grab his hand and lead him down to the kitchens sneaking past students and death eaters who patrol the corridors on a hourly basis. Standing in front of us is Dobby. "Here is our plan." I grin