The Things You Never Know

By fizzard_the_wizzard

Chapter 1

Ginny fumbled for her wand as the tall figure rose up before her. Its black cloak hid the monster beneath. But Ginny knew what was hidden under all the darkness. The darkness that kept her motionless, the darkness that filled her mind with fear. She knew what was coming. She'd seen it happen before. Only not to her. This was very different. A deep raspy voice filled the night air. "Avada Kedavra!"

A blinding flash of green light flashed through her body. Her eyes opened wide in terror. She didn't have enough time to think a single thought. As if in slow motion, she sunk to the ground, lifeless. A grim smile of satisfaction spread across the dark lord's face.



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She sat up in bed drenched in a cold sweat. It was like this every night. She'd fall into a restless sleep only to be lead into that dreamland hell. This was where the darklord killed off everyne she cared about. On this night however, sh was the one being killed.

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Hermione leapt out of bed, her left arm hurting again. Almost every evening now, it burned for the entire night. She put her head down on the pillow but just got right back up. Clearly, this sleeping thing would just not work. She drifted into the Weasley's tiny kitchen for a cup of tea. She soon heard footsteps on the stairs. Harry, wand drawn and pajama clad came into view. "Hello?" he called nervously into the kitchen. "Anybody there?" Hermione thought he knew better than to just stumble into a situation without a clue. But then again, this was the Weasley's home. What could possibly happen here besides the occasional bickerings over who got the last pancake? Seeing nobody, Harry crept back up the stairs. The whole time Hermione was right in front of him in the middle of the kitchen. He did not notice her. Hermione left her full cup of tea on the table.

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::What is wrong with me? Am I the only one who hears those sounds in this house? Am I going mad? Have I already gone mad?:: Harry was pacing the room he shared with Ron thinking, :: I could swear there was someone in there...::

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Hermione slid back into her room and took off the cloak she had put on earlier. ::They obviously don't know a thing about me. But when I am in power, they will understand.:: That spot on her arm still hurt.