Dangerous Collisions
Prologue
"Macnair!" The hard, cold voice echoed in the dank chamber. A robed figure of a man stepped out of a circle of others to face a withering, red-eyed creature seated upon a throne in the center of the room. Macnair lowered himself to his knees and bowed his head.
"Master." Macnair's voice sounded strained, as it should when facing an enraged psychopathic killer who was capable of murdering without batting an eyelash.
"Luscius failed."
"Yes, master."
"I want him killed, his wife too." The voice now had a sinister smile to it.
"And the boy, master?"
"Ah, yes. The boy." Voldemort paused, thinking, "The boy will be marked." He let out a cold, heartless laugh, "Yes, the boy will be marked." Macnair couldn't hide his confusion.
"But Master, the Mark is a great honor. You wish to bestow such an honor upon Luscius' son?" Macnair raised his eyes to meet the Dark Lord's gaze, and instantly regretted it.
"Of course not, you fool." Voldemort chuckled lightly, the sound sent shivers up Macnair's spine, "I am not speaking of the Dark Mark, but something else entirely. Just capture the boy and bring him to me."
"Yes, Master." Macnair began to get up, but felt a force pushing him back down to his knees.
"Did I say I was finished, Macnair?" Voldemort said with pure malice. Macnair gulped.
"Forgive me, Master." Macnair was now sweating and trembling with fear.
"Since Luscius failed to complete his task, I now give it to you. You can take ten men with you." Voldemort stood and walked to the shivering, kneeling man before him, "And Macnair, should you fail, the consequences will be far worse than simply killing you." It took a great effort not to whimper at the threat.
"Yes, Master. I will bring you the girl."
"Then you have nothing to worry about, Macnair." Voldemort took his seat once more, "You are all dismissed."
The circle of men began dissipating, and Macnair all but ran from the room, still trying to contain his whimpers.
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Ginny's sixth year
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"Throw it here, Ron!" Ginevra Weasley yelled to her brother while flying toward the three hoops at the end of the Quidditch field, with Harry Potter in hot pursuit of her. Ron passed it to her the second before being thrown off course by one of the other Gryffindor Quidditch team members. Ginny nimbly caught the Quaffle and increased her speed to lose Harry.
Looking back, she gave Harry a bright smile and zoomed away from him. She threw the red ball into the center hoop and yelped in triumph as she turned her broom about to return to her friends.
"Nice job, Ron." Ginny gave her brother a teasing smile.
"We'll win next time." Harry assured the siblings with a push at Ron. He turned to Dean, "Isn't that right, Dean?"
"No doubt about it, mate. They just got a lucky break." He looked back at the castle, "Oy, I think it's time for dinner, we should go." He aimed his broom for the ground.
Harry and Ron followed, Ginny stayed back and yelled after them, "You guys go, I want to fly around a bit more, and then I'll join you." Ron paused and yelled back.
"Just make sure you make it to dinner, I think Dumbledore said he had something to tell us at dinner." Ginny nodded and silently watched them fly toward the locker rooms.
She flew around the pitch a few times at a leisurely pace, then picking up speed she directed her broom toward the sky. The wind swept her hair behind her head and she shut her eyes to pretend she was flying. She couldn't wipe the grin off her face; she loved flying, constantly dreamed of flying without needing a broom, what freedom that would be. Sighing and silently berating herself for dreaming overly much she descended to the ground. She started for the locker-rooms, but stopped when she heard a faint pop somewhere near her. She turned and peered into the darkness. She didn't see anything but shadows.
Shrugging she turned toward the locker rooms again. She hadn't taken three steps when she was grabbed from behind. A large hand closed over her mouth and nose, making it hard to breathe and impossible to yell for help. Another strong arm grabbed her about the waist.
"Don't try to escape, I wouldn't want to hurt you." She heard the sneering voice whisper into her ear. She bit his palm and tried to wriggle out, the hand on her mouth tightened and the one around her waist pressed so hard, any air that had been in her lungs left abruptly. "Did you not hear me, girl?" His voice was now furious, "I said don't try to escape it won't work and I would have to hurt you."
Ginny didn't listen, she kicked back with her leg, connecting with his knee and heard his hiss of pain. He twisted her neck and she cried out into his hand, she shut her eyes against the pain.
"You leave me no choice, then." She had only a few seconds to wonder at his words. She felt a presence in her mind, it was like a sleeping potion, she forgot every trouble, her mind and muscles relaxed, she began to drift in her mind, finally it shut off.
The man holding the red-haired girl chuckled and heaved her body over one shoulder. He walked into the forest where others awaited him.
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"Hermione, did Ginny come into the common room while Harry and I were in our dorm?" Ron looked at the bushy-haired girl anxiously.
"No, Ron, she didn't. But maybe she went to dinner right after changing in the locker rooms." Hermione shut her book and stood. "Come on. She's probably already at the table wondering where we are."
"Yeah, Ron. You know Ginny, the best chaser on the team has to practice and eat, no need for rest." Harry chuckled as they walked out of the portrait hole.
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3 days later
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The students filed into the Great Hall for breakfast. As the last of them took their seats, Dumbledore stood up. He raised his hands for silence and glanced over at the Gryffindor table, where half the students sat in somber silence already.
"As many of you already know, a student disappeared three days ago. Even though we cannot find her body," Dumbledore paused and sighed sadly, "last night we discovered evidence of her demise. We will hold a wake for Ginevra Weasley this afternoon by the lake, everyone is welcome." Hermione burst into tears. Ron and Harry sat as still as stone, staring into space. Dean held his head in his hands and his shoulders shook. Many other girls, all friends of Ginny's were silently crying or openly sobbing. The rain poured outside as a black owl hooted and her eyes seemed to glisten. She spread her wings and took flight. Dead, they all thought, how could she be dead?
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a few hours later - after the wake
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"This meeting was called to explain Ginevra Weasley's disappearance and death." Dumbledore spoke quietly to all those present. The whole Weasley family was scattered throughout the room. Charlie stood by the mantle, his face pale and drawn. Bill and Ron sat on a couch, Hermione at their feet. The twins were standing together against the wall, glaring at the ceiling and anything that their eyes landed on. Percy sat on the floor, his knees bent and his elbows resting on top of them. Mr. Weasley was holding Mrs. Weasley in a tight embrace, his face was hardest and his jaw clenched. Mrs. Weasley's eyes were red and her cheeks tear-stained. Sirius, Remus, and Harry stood in the room as well.
"The night she was captured, her mind was forcefully shut down by her captor. Only the strongest of mages, free mages, is capable of such a thing."
"But, Professor," Hermione's voice, thick with tears, sounded. "Free mages don't exist anymore, they have been extinct since the 18th century."
"Apparently not, Ms. Granger." Dumbledore took a seat, "We do not know the reasons behind this, and presently there is no way to find out. We do know that there is no chance she could have survived." Tears began to streak down Mrs. Weasley face.
"My baby, Arthur, my baby." She burrowed her head into her husband's shoulder and wept for her lost child.
"Are you going to hunt for these mages?" Charlie's hard voice chilled everyone present, besides Dumbledore.
"Yes, of course. Even as we speak, an elite team is being gathered to find the mage. But like I said, mages are very powerful, more powerful than ordinary wizards could ever be, so there is little chance in finding him." Charlie glowered at the old man.
"I will then form my own elite team." Charlie stepped out of the room with his promise ringing in the room.
A boy stood in the shadows of the room, completely hidden in the dark. His features were etched with pain. His fist closed in on itself, his manicured nails piercing the skin as he thought with despair, I failed.
Allrightie - there it is. my first story. Tell me the truth. - btw in case you're wondering this WILL be a Draco/Ginny fic.