47. Portkey

Ginny was running down the hall of her own school – the Carrows in tow. She didn’t have time to get away, she didn’t have time to run off to the seventh floor corridor not when she was now stuck in a dead-end corridor on the first floor. Spells being thrown at her as she ducked into the room next to her.

Locking the door magically she took off her locket Harry had given to her.

“Portus” she called out, grabbing the necklace she felt herself pulled from the room. She was now at home, safe. Ah the power of portkey.