"It's stupid to keep hoping, probably," George said, his voice worn and dull. "But I figure if you're still alive, there's a chance that Ginny and Charlie might be, too. We looked for Ginny among the captured in Bellatrix's dungeon. We saw some people from school, there—mostly younger ones we didn't know very well. Fred couldn't move, thanks to his leg. Most of us hardly knew each other, but we tried to take care of each other, and I was trying to think of a way to get out because they'd taken all our wands and broken them, and whatever was coming next wasn't good. We were there in the cold and dark for a few days, I think. We couldn't get out. We weren't given food. Half of us were dead by the time they remembered they had people down there. They pulled us out and chained us up so we could barely even walk. They had a Healer come in and fix Fred's leg, and then they forced him to come with us when he should have been resting. He got a bad limp because of that, and that was the only way they could tell us apart afterward."