..:AN: Why hellooooo! Long time no..post? This idea came to me randomely. Not sure if It's any good yet, so my darling readers will have to let me know! Hope you like it:..
"Get the hell away from me! I'm telling you I'm not mental!" The screams of the infuriated witch were echoing through St. Mungo's at an ear-shattering volume. The voice was deeper, the tone a female voice could take on when anger was overtaking them.
"Let me out of here!" she screamed. The Healers who occupied the pristine, white halls, continued with their regular routine of feeding and assisting patients on the fourth floor containing those who had suffered Spell Damage. But when one would look in on room seventy-three they'd find the small window on the thick white door contained the face of a grey-skinned woman with a furious glare, deep chocolate brown irises framed with bloodshot eyes and thick, deep red hair that was pulled back into a tight bun. Her slightly cracked lips would pull apart and she would let out a scream, begging to be released from her confinement.
The occupant, one Ginevra Weasley was placed in the care of St. Mungo's after miraculously surviving the torture of several Death Eaters, she had survived one of the longest durations of the Cruciatus curse ever beheld, but her family believed her to be mad.
When the war ended, and Voldemort had finally be beaten to such a state he could never return Ginny had been recovered, the Death Eaters had left her in Moscow, believing her to be dead. Her family had been joyous, until they listened to her mutterings of Lucius Malfoy rising from the dead, after his inevitable escape from Azkaban, and then being delivered into the hands of death by Remus Lupin.
It was impossible, any intelligent witch or wizard knew that. Yet, Ginny would not let anyone else tell her otherwise. So, her loving family had locked her in a cushioned room by herself in St. Mungo's, visiting her every afternoon at six thirty sharp, bringing her dinner and ignoring her pleas.
This was the life Ginny Weasley was forced to endure for six months after enduring more curses then a regular witch should be able to survive, a life of loneliness, betrayal and white cushioned walls.
Ginny sat on the cushioned windowsill, gazing out between the thick grey bars that lined her windows. Her window was charmed to show her a content country scene, complete with a waterfall and grazing unicorns. With a sigh, she took out her ponytail and let her hair fall around her, a bright contrast to the cotton white pajamas she had permanently adorned herself in, not by her own choice however.
She had given up on attempting to be released, the months had ticked by without any lenience on her family's side to listen to her story. They believed she was crazed by the pain she had suffered, and though the Healer's could find no proof of mental damage in the young woman's head they had believed this was for the best.
Ginny closed her eyes, she had been beaten by the system of confinement. She had taken up the part of being deathly quiet at all times with Healers, never spending time or even giving a glance to the other patients on the floor. She refused to speak to her family, not even Hermione or Harry had heard a word from her in five months. After her last warning, she had not spoken to anyone who had refused her desperate need to be listened to.
"I swear on Dumbledore's grave, if none of you listen to me or get me out of this place I will never speak to you again, I won't so much as look at you. Families are meant to support one another, not banish them to a bloody mental ward!" she has seethed, tears flooding her mother's eyes at her harsh words.
"Darling, but they can help.." her mother had began, but Ginny would not be deferred.
"I don't need their help! I need you all to listen to me, Lucius is alive! He'll reassemble the Death Eaters I know it! I saw him in Moscow!" she had explained, but her parents and family merely shook their heads.
"It's impossible honey, we'll see you tomorrow at six thirty." Her father had said attempting to hug his daughter, but Ginny had stepped as far back as she possibly could.
"If you leave me here now, then you might as well have left me in that god forsaken cave in the ice and snow, because I will be dead to you from hereafter." she had seethed, her entire body quivering with anger. Her mother had broken down into sobs and rushed out of the room, her father soon following after his wife while Ron, Hermione and Harry had looked at her sadly.
"Gin, you know it's not possible-" Ron had started but Ginny's fierce look had cut him off.
"Get out." she had said quietly, her voice barely audible as a bell had started ringing to tell the Healers it was time for checking on the patients in the children section. They had done as they were told, Hermione crying silently and Harry casting a troubled glance at the figure clad in white that had crumpled to the ground sobbing, closing the door on the woman he had once loved.
Since then, Ginny hadn't muttered so much as a syllable to anyone. Her days were filled with staring out the window at fictitious scenes or enduring restless dreams of her torture-filled time with the Death Eaters.
She constantly felt like crying, she had endured so much pain. So much ridicule from the Death Eaters that was enough to break any strong witch or wizard, when returning in once piece Ginny had expected praise and comfort from her family. She just wanted to tell the Order what she saw and have them deal with Lucius reforming the Death Eaters. She was well aware the loss of Voldemort would have made them infinitely more angry then before when young Harry had temporarily destroyed him.
Sighing again, Ginny let her hand clasp around the bars, clenching her grip tightly. She knew that time was wasting, it was probably already too late to get ahead and wipe out the rest of the remaining Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy would not take the news of the final loss of his master sitting down, especially after somehow managing to conquer death.
A shudder went through Ginny quickly, whatever had happened, Ginny had heard it clearly from where she had been crumpled on the dirt floor of the ice cold cave. She let it run through her mind another time, each time to see if she had possibly missed something that would lead to anything else but Lucius returning from the grave.
True, she hadn't seen him rise, but she knew that voice well enough to realize it was him.
Bellatrix had just finished the Imperius curse on Ginny, causing her to repeatedly smash against the ceiling of the cave, blinded by her pain Ginny had been sprawled out on the floor, bleeding lightly from her head, the front of her face scratched and bruised heavily. Bellatrix had been summoned from the cave into another room in the mountain and from the foggy view she had Ginny had seen many of the Death Eaters swarming around a bright green fire. There had been an elderly male voice, heavily accented and raspy, muttering a long incantation she could not recognize. There had been screams of fear coming from a man Ginny couldn't see, she heard him struggling however, but quickly one of the Death Eaters must have stunned him for he ceased moving.
As the incantation had continued a strong wind had began in the cave, circling from the fire and within the wind Ginny had felt gentle hands brushing past her. There were very silent whisperings within the wind, some were speaking gently yet though the words were not understandable, Ginny could feel the menace coming from some of them.
The wind had grown stronger until a loud scream had come from the other captive, the yelling of the incantation had grown more sinister. There had been some gasps and whispers from the Death Eaters and then a laugh she would know anywhere. It was Lucius Malfoy. The voice that followed confirmed her beliefs, she had muttered a small 'no' of disbelief from her place on the ground.
"Where is the Dark Lord?" he had asked, almost worriedly.
"He is dead Malfoy, Potter tragically destroyed our Lord. It has been two weeks since he was taken from us." answered another Death Eater. There had been a low moan from Lucius's lips that made Ginny grimace with hatred.
"Where is my wife? And my son. Where is Draco?"
"Narcissa was killed by the Dark Lord when he discovered she had not wanted him to join us. Draco has been in hiding since Severus betrayed us and showed his true alliance with the Order. We have attempted to find him on several occasions, all of which have failed."
"Well, it must be about time for us to have a father to son talk about duties. Let us leave here, I wish to return to my manor." Lucius drawled, his tone was still wavering as it had after he learnt of Voldemort's death.
"We have a prisoner here Malfoy, the youngest Weasley witch. We captured her after she infiltrated our original lair nearby. She took down seven Death Eaters singlehandedly.
"Leave her, if the cold doesn't kill her, eventually starvation will. No one will find her here." And with a crack, Ginny was left all alone in the pitch black cavern. She had been there for several days after she was left to die, finally discovered after severe frostbite and starvation. Remus and Tonks had discovered her and apparated to St Mungo's to save the dying young witch.
Ginny let her eyes close as she thought about what a relief it had been to finally have the feeling back in her arms and legs, looking down at her left hand she looked at her three outer fingers, pinching them slightly and feeling nothing. She attempted to straighten them completely but they remained in a slight, graceful curve. It was the only damage the Healers couldn't fix, other then the emotional damage she would suffer soon after her recovery.
She hopped off the windowsill and stretched her legs, she had just separated her legs, leaning over her left calf to ease the tension in the back of her hamstring when a tall figure walked in the door and gave her a strange look. It was then Ginny uttered the first word since her pledge of silence with wide eyes.
"Malfoy?"
Draco walked into the room, the witch Healer closing the door behind him quietly. He took in the surroundings, it was though he had walked into the inside of a cloud. Everything in the room was white, the bedding, the simple furniture, the curtains, the walls, the floor and even the cup that stood on the night stand was white. The only thing in the entire room that was not white, was the shiny deep red hair of the women stretching by the window and her startled chocolate-brown eyes.
Her voice was quiet, yet startled. As though she had forgotten how to use her vocal cords, it was scratchy and she coughed lightly as if she noticed it too.
"Hello Weasley." he nodded, watching her straighten and cross her arms. He looked over her figure, the last time he had seen her in the Barbados she had been more curvy, her skin had been a healthy peaches and cream colour, her hair had been longer and her lips were more pink. Though she didn't know he had seen her, he had been speaking with Snape while some members of the order were in the streets hunting for some hidden Death Eaters. She had been wearing large sunglasses, her hair tied back in a casual ponytail and talking quietly with Nymphadora Tonks.
Now however, her frame was thinner and for her it seemed very unhealthy. The peaches and cream skin had been replaced by a cold greyish colour, darkening under her eyes heavily. Her hair had been unstylishly at her shoulders, it looked almost someone had sawed it off, the ends of the satiny strands flaring off in different directions. Her eyes were heavily bloodshot, a strange mixture with her chocolate-brown eyes that seemed much duller. The once pink lips were a dull peach colour and seemed set in the most pensive frown he had ever seen.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in hiding in the Caribbean or something?" she said dully, sitting on her bed and crossing her white clad legs. He took a seat in the plain white chair that stood opposite the end of her bed, leaning forward, arms resting on his legs.
"Something has drawn me out of hiding, I think you know what that is." he said firmly. Ginny looked over him to see if she could sense he was lying. He had the same tall and lean physique as always, the same silver-blonde hair, the same grey-blue eyes as always and thin lips. She narrowed her eyes a little, completely ignoring the respect she used to hold for his exquisite cheekbones. She couldn't read anything from him, besides impatience.
"Oh isn't this a scene. My childhood enemy is the only one who doesn't believe I'm crazy." she sighed, letting her head fall in her hands. Dropping her semi-proper posture into a slouch.
His lips twitched a little into the classic Draco smirk he was infamous for.
"Well no, I've always thought you were mental. What with the chasing Potter around like a lost puppy, the thought you could possibly beat me at Quidditch you possessed at Hogwarts was pretty mad also. Now you've just got the cell to prove it. And the attire. You look like a piece of white cotton Weasley."
The woman let out a bitter laugh, looking up and pushing her hair messily away from her face. The slight remains of her smile fell away and she hopped off her bed in a manner that wasn't graceful, but wispy, as though she was so frail she blew off of it.
"Not that I don't respect the whole search for the truth you're after Malfoy, but you're the only company I've spoken to in the better part of six months. What makes you think I'm going to be blunt and tell you about your father and then have you leave again. Not that I'm that fond of you it's just you're the only person who doesn't believe I should be running about screaming about doxies that aren't there."
"Once I get the information I want I am leaving right away." he said, Ginny gave him a slightly cold glance that displayed no surprise.
"Well that was unexpected." she said dryly. Draco held up a hand, not even bothering to make a snide remark.
"The only difference from that lovely scenario you described is that I'm taking you with me."
Ginny, who had been turned to the fictional scene at the window with her arms crossed, turned her head quickly, her eyes wide and seemingly brighter than usual, though the dull shadow passed over again quickly.
"I'm listening."
..:AN: so there it is, if you like it, or hey even if you don't, share your thoughts:..