Disclaimer: As previously mentioned, in every single fanfiction I have ever written, I neither own, nor care to aknowledge, having anything to do with the creation and/or owning any of the characters and/or Harry Potter. Everything legally belongs to J. K. Rowling. TTFN, and read on.

Warning: For those who don't like Draco/Ginny fics where Ginny is evil/insane, do not read on.

Blood. Spilt blood. I remember seeing spilt blood, lying upon the floor. I remember staring at them in shock, their faces impassive as if they were wearing a mask to show the world. They spoke to me, a warning. I didn't hear it. Shock had taken control of my body and my mind reeled and spun as the metallic scent of blood floated through the air.

It seeped into my lungs and coated them in some kind of foul mixture of fear and disgust. It pulled at my heart, beating unnaturally fast. It ripped at my soul, silent and stolen with an emotion that I had not yet experienced. It tore at me, twisting, taunting, tearing. It ate me whole and devoured my world with me. Once so clear… now… lost? Unknown, indescribable, and so completely… silent.

Foul. Unspeakably foul. They spoke again, and again I did not hear. Blood, on the floor, in front of me. I remember spilt blood. Was it a dream? Was it a memory? There was spilt blood upon the floor, and they spoke to me. I did not hear.

My world, so carefully planned out and described in full. My world, so distinctive and controlled. My world, once so… perfect?

It was gone. I remember, I lost it, that night, spilt blood upon the floor and a face like a mask. And they spoke to me. And finally, I remember. Finally, I heard.

"Ginny? What have you done?"

Contention
By Riley Murphy
(A.K.A. keywi kitty)

A Prologue of Sorts
(read note at the end)

I realized, I tore at their souls. I twisted, and taunted, and tore. Was I one of those, those with the masks that hid nothing but concealed everything? Was that blood on the floor… was it my doing?

Unspeakable. Completely, and utterly… unspeakable.

"Ginny, what have you done?"

"Ginny, are you all right?"

"Ms. Weasley, can you hear me?"

And I heard them. My mind was shattered, and my heart was broken, but I heard them. My stomach growled in sickness, but I heard them. My heart beat raced, and breathing abnormally heavy, and though I stared in one direction, I saw and heard them.

"Ms. Weasley?"

"Is she all right?"

"I think she's in shock."

"SHOCK! SHOCK?"

"Mr. Weasley! Contain yourself."

In my slightly disconnected mind, I thought of dogs. Dogs? They were barking. They were barking at someone… who were they barking at? My stomach continued to twist. Nothing made sense… who was I, again?

Had I been driven to the point of insanity? A question without an answer. I laughed. A answer I really didn't want. How funny. I wondered, would he have found it funny?

I felt myself grimace. There was blood upon the floor. Was it his blood? Could it have been his blood? I looked down at my hands. Drenched? In red? Dear god, what had I done? Did I care?

"Ms. Weasley, can you hear me?"

"Virginia?"

"STAY OUT OF THIS, SNAKE!"

A crash. And the dogs were barking again. I laughed, and felt stares grace me.

"Oh Ginny." I heard a sob. It was a girl, with brown hair. Curly brown hair, pulled away from her. She was really quite pretty. "Ginny, what have you done?"

What had I done? …what had I done?

"Whose blood was that, on the ground?" I asked. I felt distant, as if in a dream.

"Ms. Weasley?"

Another bark.

"Whose blood was that, on the ground?" I asked. Numb. I was numb.

"Ginny?"

…Ronald? My brother. Where was he? I saw him, I heard his voice. He was distant. Why couldn't I feel him there? Where was he?

"Ginny, do you hear me?"

Ronald… I smiled. Ronald…

"I hear everything." I replied, laughing at my own words. I saw silvery blond and raven black heads, distant and hazy. I heard a familiar chuckling.

"GET OUT OF HERE!"

Ronald. Was Ronald barking?

There was an argument. I stayed slightly, my subconscious and my conscious battling for control. Neither won. My mind… distance... I felt… distance….

"Ginny?"

"Whose blood was that on the floor?" I asked. The distance became clear. A numb, dumb-founded silence enfolded the room. Silver and raven, smirking with glee but silent as the grave… Ronald… silent…

The girl… with the brown hair… did I know her? There were others. A woman. Two women. And a man, older than time itself. Did I know them?

They seemed vaguely familiar. Dense, hazy. I remember them… I knew them, didn't I?

…who were they?

"Virginia?"

I twitched. That voice. It was a song. A song I knew, I reveled in. A shiver down my spine. A twist in my gut. I could literally feel my pulse quicken. My blood beneath my skin, pumping soundly in my veins….

"Draco?" I asked. I saw him nod, a smile on his face. He stood at the other end of the room, but I could feel him. Caressing, touching… Draco… silver….

But… the raven? Who was he?

"Shh…" I heard.

I sighed in content, knowledge seeping in my mind… Raven… Blaise? He was here too?

Dense, hazy… distant, but… right in front of me. I felt it, knew it, tasted it… that blood… I knew what I had done.

"Whose blood was that, spilt on the ground?" I asked once more. I saw everyone, even silver and raven, Draco and Blaise, look between each other. A small smile came to my lips as they spoke the words…

"Harry Potter's."

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A/N: Yes, I am insane. Yes, so is Ginny. Yes, I killed Harry. Yes, you may flame me endlessly.
No, this is not where it ends. Insanity can never end. MWAHAHAHA! Ahem, seriously though. I spent so long reading those dark fics featuring Ginny, Draco, and Blaise (see dracademented), that when I settled down and quit daydreaming to write another chapter to Missing Her (my only-slightly-angsty-fic about Wufei and Meiran, and how she's gone and now he's in love with Sally Po – see Gundam Wing), what came into my head was this useless drivel.
Well, to say it came into my head would be an exaggeration. I started writing, and this came out. Maybe I should stop reading those dark fics? Or maybe not. Whatever. Flame me, praise me. I really don't care. For those who run in my circles and enjoy those fics (see dracademented for truly good fiction in this such area), and like this or would like to read me, review and I'll get back to you. For those who don't… why bother flaming me? If you don't like this fiction, you obviously wouldn't have gotten this far into it. Next time, if you hate it so much, close the window and go back to Harry Potter fanfiction.