Current mood:	angry
Current music:	Fleur Crying
Entry tags:	attack, harry

A Valentines I Don't Want To Remember
This has been a day that I wouldn’t relive for anything. It started out with Fleur and I leaving for a Valentines lunch early. Ginny stayed in my office to work on paperwork and told me that she would meet me there to discuss several accounts when I got back. I left with Fleur for a relaxing meal at my Mum’s restaurant. Fleur has been a little off lately and I had hoped that this would cheer her up. It seemed to have done the trick as she ate everything in front of her, including some of my food.

We get back to the bank and Ginny is not in my office, just a broken cup on the floor. I examine the cup to find that there had been tea in it, along with another substance that I cannot identify. I quickly notify security and the bank is searched, but she can’t be found. I floo Harry and let him know what is going on. He reacts better than I expect, but still asks me to start a search for her.

I alert the family, Hermione and floo several of Ginny’s friends, even scribbling a note to Padma Patil when I remember that she doesn’t have a fireplace. I need to make sure that they haven’t seen her and are on the lookout for her. Then I go to comfort my crying wife… and wait.

I hate waiting. Fleur seems to have made herself sick from worry and I ask her if she wants to go home. She’s pale and agrees for which I am glad. I assure her that as soon as I have news, that I would let her know.

Finally Ron Apparates to the bank and I instantly remove him to my office. His face is full of rage. "Ginny's been attacked..." he says. His voice strains on the word 'attacked'.

“By who?” I ask, trying to remain calm.

His face goes a shade redder, "If I knew do you think I'd bloody well be standing here? Effing Hopkins sat me out of going to apprehend the bloody wanker!” His expression gives away how worried he is as he continues to pace my office.

“Is she… okay?” My nerves are just about shot and I don’t want to lose while my youngest brother is obviously ready to explode.

He stops pacing in his tracks, "I don't know," he says in a low voice. His moment of being scared passes as he starts pacing again. Ron's voice resumes with that edge that I'm just not used to, "Why can't they let me do something? They wouldn't even let me see her. All I know is that she is at St. Mungo's."

That doesn’t sound good. “How badly was she injured?”

"I. Don't. Know." He says, making every word clear.

I slam my fist into my desk, hating this feeling of helplessness. “Was Harry with her? Where did they find her? Do we know why she was taken?”

"Harry is with her, she showed up at the Ministry once she got away from the freak who tried to rape her," he bites out.

My heart freezes and I see red, more angry than I have been in my life. “Bugger it all!” I yell as I turn around and punch the wall of my wall, denting it effectively. I can’t even comprehend someone wanting to hurt my baby sister in that way!

Ron stops dead in his tracks again. His voice is icy when he says, "So what'll we do? Hopkins sat me out of the team to find her attacker, but I have a few friends still. I could find out where they think he is..." his voice trails off as his hand reaches into his robe pocket. I know he's holding his wand.

It is more than tempting… “If they know who he is then he’ll go to Azkaban. It doesn’t seem enough but we can’t risk him getting off because we went after him.” I give my brother a hard look. “But if he walks free for this then all bets are off. We’ll make sure the bastard is never found.”

Ron leaves to tell the twins of what happened, something I don’t envy him for, as I let the other supervisors know what Ron has told me.

After alerting Ginny’s friends of the situation, and I’m not sure I remembered them all because my mind is a jumble, I floo to break the news to my beautiful wife. I hold her while she cries more and I shed tears with her as well. I can’t imagine how much pain Ginny is right now, but I feel helpless in the situation and wish I could do something… anything. Realizing I can’t, I try to sleep but it doesn’t come.