There in front of small innocent Ginny stood VOLDEMORT. He wasn’t alone. With him was a tall woman with frizzy hair and a hollow face. At once they shared panicked glances. They couldn’t kill Voldemort and they knew it. “Yank!” I whispered and we pulled on the rope tied to Ginny while Voldemort and the woman were doing very um un-childely things. “Wait? Where did she go?” asked the woman. Then they disappeared on the spot. Leaving the Weasley family to grieve alone and silently