Blaise always knew he'd end up here. He's sitting in a cell. The floor id covered in straw. He forgets his name. There's a number on his arm. That'll do.
It's thursday when the red head is thrown in with him. He's pretty sure. Thursday. She's thin, and her face is faliliar. She has enough energy to get up. Blaise can remember having energy. He was pretty sure he used to have lots of it. The woman wallks around. She checks the walls, and bangs on the door. Blaise might laugh, if he had the energy. He tries to talk to her, but he's forgotten the words.
"name?" he manages, on his fifth try.
"Ginny" she says. She picks a corner of the room, like he did all those years ago. She sits down.
It could have been hours, or days later, a man comes in with food. There are two stale hunks of bread, and one mug of water. Ginny gets there first. She drinks half the water, and offers the other half to him.
"Stupid girl" says Blaise. The guard watching them sees Ginny. He drags her away, and Blaise hears the screams. Another guard comes in to check on him. He's hidden Ginny's bread behind him. He's not supposed to. Ginny will never make that mistake again, says the man bringing her back. She understands. She's supposed to survive. They're killing Blaise. Silent tears are falling down her face, but blaise can't see them. The door shuts, and he holds her bread out to her. She smiles, and shakes her head. Blaise dosen't understand. She's supposed to eat, he knows this. She's supposed to live. But she shakes her head and watches as he devours it. She smiles weakly.
It's Saturday. Blaise knows 's the only thing he has to hold onto. It's the only part of the real world he can be a part of. Ginny is lying on the floor. She's not supposed to be doing that. He can see her face has been hollowed out by lack of food. He watches her at mealtimes. He sees the way her heart breaks as she hands him the water. The food ration has been cut down now. Ginny's supposed to survive. Blaise is supposed to die. He can't even remember what he did to deserve this. Ginny's stomach growls.
"Bla-Blas-Blaise?" He crawls to her side. He knows this is it."I love you" she says. She closes her eyes. Blaise knows what is happaning. He holds her, he turns her to face the ceiling. She's telling him about the sky. She can see it, she says. It's green in here, she says. She can see clouds, too. Blaise listens. The words aren't for him, but he listens anyway. She's talking to Ron, and Harry, and Hermione. She tells them she's staying in a hotel. She tells them that the food here's lovley, and that the sky is green. She wonders if it's green where they are, too. Common sense rules, and she says of course the sky is green there, the sky can't be two colours. Then she stops. Just stops. Blaise knows. He's murmering now, He's whispering to her, he pulls her closer, and mumbles comforting words into her neck. She's limp. Blaise Knows. She can't even speak now. She opens her eyes, looking up. She stares into his soul. She smiles, and it's the last thing she does. Silent tears are falling onto her face.
For the first time in his life, Blaise dosn't know what day it is.