Harry couldn't stand it, but he hadn't been able to stand it for the past seventeen years, so why was now any different? His wrists were bleeding and broken as they were chained to the stone wall of this unknown godforsaken place.

It was just over that hill. If only he could reach it. He was so weak. He could barely move. He stopped his crawling and turned his head from side to side. He heard voices, a man and a woman's. He could tell that the two were lovers by the way they talked to one another. The man was talking in a sweet and caring voice and the woman giggled softly. Harry thought, his eyes fluttering heavily with fatigue, Ginny...

Harry smiled and let his gaze follow Ginny as she folded her arms across her chest and paced her own bedroom. She was more silent than Harry had remembered her, or perhaps he didn't hold the greatest memory of her from seventeen years ago. Harry said, "You're keeping something from me...From James." "No I'm not." Ginny denied it as she walked to the door. "Yes you are, Ginny. I know you can't lie." Harry said.

Harry's lips were quivering in pain, not physical, but emotional. He felt like crying. He pleaded, "Ginny, you can't say that. Don't say that. Ginny, you were what kept me alive! Y-you c-can't say..." Harry trailed off, his tears falling. Ginny whispered, "I'm sorry..." "Please..." Harry begged, "I would have died there had it not been for you. You kept me going." Harry choked on tears, "Do you not remember what we were like before all this?"

"What is so goddamn important, James Weasley?" Ginny asked, placing her hands on her hips, aggravated. She was fuming. She hated having to do this, but she had taught James to not interrupt and he knew that he was pissing her off. "Ginny..." Collin rolled his eyes. James didn't speak soon enough. He had opened his mouth to speak, to yell, but his mother lifted a hand and began, "That's right. It's not that important - " James cut her off with a yell, "YES! It is too important!"

He yelped loudly and clawed at the muddy ground as he heard loud cracks over the rainfall and the blasts of thunder. Someone was holding him down, someone awfully strong, forcing their hand into the back of his neck. His words were muffled as he tried to plea with these people. They wanted him for his father...He knew that right away...