Alright, alright… I think I’ve tortured you all long enough. *snickers* Well… here’s the next post. I don’t like it too much, but maybe you will. 
<3 Cai
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Ginny
I was blinded by darkness, and my screams were muffled with a tight bind around my mouth. I peeled my ears to try and hear a sound escape from my capturer, but none came. Just the rustle of the cloak, and the footsteps around them was all that could be heard. I was in a broom closet, I knew that much. Why I was there, I had no idea.
I was pushed up against the wall, but I still couldn’t see anything. The person inside was being surprisingly gentle with me… as if they were afraid to hurt me. The magical binds around my wrists were tied tightly, but not too tightly, and the same around my mouth. They seemed to be… making sure I was okay. Which is odd… after all, they’re kidnapping me.
And I know that I sound really calm right now, but trust me… I’m not! I’ve never been more scared in my life! What’s going to happen to me? What do they want with me? I mean, I’ve never done anything wrong! I’ve been a good girl! I just hope that someone comes to find me. Although, I shouldn’t hold my breath on Harry… he’s probably thinking about Dumbledore right now!
Considering that my back was to the wall, I went to secretly remove my wand… only to find that it wasn’t there. The thief must have taken it! Ugh! Great! Now how am I supposed to get out of here?
Then, the rustling of the cloak stopped moving, and I guessed that the kidnapper thief was looking down on me. I still couldn’t see anything, even though my eyes had adjusted. But I heard them sigh, and then walked towards the door. When they opened the door to the broom closet, I looked away, for the bright light was blinding me. But they stopped to say something.
“Stay here, Weaslette.” Hermione
The words that Ron had just said just hit me like an icy knife. I couldn’t see it myself, but I could feel my face lose its color like it had to Ron. I suddenly felt faint. “What?” I whispered, very inaudibly. I was just waiting for him to say ‘Gotcha!’ But it never came… and I know him well enough that he wouldn’t do that. I couldn’t believe this though. Ginny… my best friend, Ginny… was kidnapped.
I looked over at Harry, who hadn’t turned his gaze away from Ron. He looked frozen with shock and fear. I could sense it. Although, suddenly, he bolted up from his seat and sprinted out of the portrait hole. I looked up at Ron, somewhat in confusion as to Harry’s actions, but didn’t hesitate to follow him. Before passing Ron, though, I grabbed his arm and pulled him with me.
“Harry, wait,” I shouted after him as he was already half way down the corridor when we left the Common Room. I don’t know where he thinks he’s going. I watched him as he descended the stairs, and Ron and I followed him quickly. Suddenly, we found ourselves on the same floor as McGonagall’s office.
“Ron, what’s the password?” Harry called back as he never ceased his running.
“Pumpkin Pasties,” he told him quickly.
After saying the password, the gargoyle jumped out of the way and Harry climbed up the stairs, seeming desperate to see the Headmistress. I ran up the stairs as well and saw Harry advancing on McGonagall.
“Where is she? Where’s Ginny?” he practically shouted at her, as quickly as he could too.
“Calm down, Potter,” McGonagall said calmly, not looking surprised in the least by his actions. She probably expected it. “I have no idea where she is, or how it happened.”
“Then how do you know that she’s really gone?” he asked, calming down a little… but barely. I can tell how upset he is…
Sighing, McGonagall shook her head in a sad motion. “Because Potter, there’s a note.”
“A note?”
“Yes, Potter. A note.”
Ron, who was standing next to me, shook his own head at this part. Apparently, he had seen the note when he came here last.
McGonagall picked up the note and handed it to Harry, in which I looked over his shoulder to see it. Hey, my best friend is gone, I’m allowed to see it! Although, this note looked weird. It was in a different writing; long and slanty.
To Whomever is Reading This:
I, Ginny Weasley, have run away from Hogwarts. I don’t plan on coming back any time soon, and I would appreciate it if no one would come after me.
-GW
Honestly, that had to be the worst note I’ve ever read!
“That’s not her hand writing,” I stated aloud.
“Of course not, therefore we lead to the conclusion that someone else has written that note and they’re holding Miss Weasley captive somewhere,” McGonagall said lightly.
Harry continued to read the piece of parchment, as if trying to memorize it. “Harry?” I asked him gently after a while, for he seemed to be frozen once more.
“Malfoy…” he muttered.