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No copyright infringement intended. I don't own anything...otherwise I would be rich.
Background: Dumbledore is still alive; the tower was a set up to throw Volde off the master plan. Snape and Draco were really working as double agents for the Order and helped to end the battle. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy are alive but currently residing in Azkaban. Death Eaters still walk free but in hiding. This fic is rated M for a reason.
Ginny is ready to start a new life. Voldemort is dead, The Golden Trio is back and they are all ready to start their last and final year at Hogwarts. As Ginny embarks on a new adventure, she realizes that life doesn't come with guarantees. Harry has changed, a new exchange student causes trouble, and recurring accidents keep happening around her. Could a pair of Slytherin be her salvation or her down fall..stay tuned to find out. GW/DM/BZ
Chapter 1
Beginnings
Blood, hot and fresh fell from above.
It coated her wrinkly skin, running in ruby rivers down her pale tired body. A soft gasp left her lips as the spray became more intense, soaking her thin gray hair and coating her lined face with the rich life giving fluid.
Heaven, this was heaven. It had been so long.
Slowly, savoring each moment, she ran her hands over her crimson slicked arms. Intense sparks of pleasure shot thru her veins as the blood slowly seeped in to her every pour until it disappeared completely.
"More, I want more." With a flick of her wrist the slow cherry shower became a deluge as low throaty moans echoed thru the empty chamber. Now high full breast tingled deliciously as she slowly manipulated the budded nipples.
She knew it was wrong to be turned on by the gore covering her body, but she couldn't resist giving in to the temptation. She placed a steadying hand against the cool tiled wall as her fingers drifted lower to find her core. Closing her eyes, unexpected images of his hard muscled, young body fluttered thru her mind. Delicious pressure began to build as her rhythm became harder and faster. She could feel his feather soft hair fall into her face as his hard erection entered her quaking tight depths. Her breathing became labored as her hand sped up, manipulating her quivering excited flesh. She could hear him moaning her name as his hard thrusts became more hurried and frantic. Warm lips met and tongues dueled as their bodies moved in tandem, grinding together frantically trying to reach their mutual goal. Without warning white hot lights exploded behind her eye lids and her body seized. Animalistic growls escaped her throat as the orgasm hit hard; wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her body.
His name was a whisper on her lips as she slowly came down from her high. It took several moments for her brain to reboot and become aware of her surroundings. Intense anger choked her as she realized he was once again the center of her fantasies. Her hatred of him was so overwhelming that it consumed her every thought, every move. It had become an obsession that she just couldn't shake until she saw justice done. A single blood red tear ran down her pale cheek as she allowed herself a rare moment to think about her losses. Everyone she had ever loved was gone, dead. Betrayed by one of their own. He would pay, and pay dearly. She would dance in his blood.
Sometime during her orgasm the shower had slowed to a trickle and had stopped all together.
It was done. She was young and beautiful once more.
She laughed in pure delight as she surveyed her renewed form. Patches of skin that had previously looked old and warn had slowly transformed with each drop of blood absorbed. Her hands slowly caressed her now taunt flesh, reveling in the renewed satiny softness. Silky strands of rich healthy hair fell into her face as she leaned over making sure every inch of skin had been covered with the red flow. Her skin tingled pleasantly from her orgasm as she slowly stepped out of the worn tub.
Picking up her wand, she muttered a cleansing spell. A white light enveloped her and the tub, cleansing any trace of blood. Slowly she pulled on her muggle clothing black robes, marveling at the feel of the soft material caressing her body. She was always hypersensitive after a special shower.
After strapping on her heels, she walked thru the abandoned bathroom into the main living area. The house had been torn apart by Death Eaters during the Great War. Piles of refuse and broken furniture littered the floors. Great gaping holes in the side of the dwelling let in the chilly night air. This had once been a home with a family that cared for one another. It now stood as just another casualty, another reminder of betrayal. No one had stepped foot inside it for years. It became the perfect place for complete privacy.
Stepping over a broken chair, the outline of a foreign shape caught her eye. Turning her head, she spied a girl dressed in a frilly pink robe propped up against a broken bed frame. The intruders back was to the wall, her head drooped forward against her chest. Her long red hair fell in waves covering her face. Her legs slackly stretched out in front of her and her arms lay limp at her sides. She looked to the world to be either drunk or asleep. Upon closer inspection the deep gashes in both her wrists belied her health. She was dead.
"There you are. Good of you to join me." She laughed evilly. "You could at least have the decency to look at me when I am speaking to you." She grabbed a handful of copper locks and lifted the girl's head so they were face to face; a blue set of lifeless unseeing eyes stared back.
"I know what you're going to say. It isn't fair. You had so much to live for..yada, yada, yada. I've heard it all before, you aren't the first. There have been many before you. You don't know what I've been thru; you don't know how I've suffered." She screamed, not thinking it maniacal to be talking to a corpse.
"The pain and torment he's put me thru. I would have done anything for him, but he cast me aside like nothing. He will pay, and pay dearly." A malicious smile split her face as she imagined the culmination of her revenge. She would have him begging at her feet as her slave. He would live his life in chains, in attention to her every whim. She would torture and kill his loved once before his eyes. He would be her play toy until she tired of him, then he would die. Painfully.
The call of a night bird brought her back to reality and she growled in frustration. Dropping the corpse back to the ground, she pulled some nearby trash over the body and walked to the front door. The body wouldn't be discovered for weeks, maybe even months. Plenty of time to do what needed to be done.
"Watch out Hogwarts, here I come." Her high pitched girlish laughter followed her out the door.
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