Author's Notes: Hey, I'd just like to thank you all for taking the time to read my story. I know that the summary is a little vague. I just can't say much without spoling the plot line, and we don't want that now do we.
Disclamer: I own only the plot line and my original character, please don't steal her, I like her. The other characters and the setting belongs to none other than J.K. Rowlings and respective publishers.
Angels in the Shadows
Chapter One
Could anything be more boring than patrols, ever since the news got out that You-Know-Who was back, no one wants to leave their dorms at night. We still have Dumbledore, the only wizard that You-Know-Who supposedly fears. I shake my head, turning down another hallway, this one lined with empty classrooms. I walk along, lost in my own thoughts. I begin wondering what Harry was up to, he had disappeared before dinner, saying that he had homework to do, then never showed up for dinner. If there's anything that's predictable about him, is that he would never miss a meal to just do homework. Ever since the beginning of the school year, he's been acting differently.
Finishing my rounds, I head back to the Gryffindor Common room, running up to my dorm before settling before the fire to finish the essay for Potions in the morning. I had little under a foot to write, and I wanted it done before I went to sleep. I finish quickly, looking forward to collapsing. My foot just touches the bottom step of the girl's staircase when I heard the portrait open, and Harry's voice floats through the common room. I pause for a second, wondering what was going on.
"Did you have fun tonight, Maria?" his voice coos, and I recognize the tone.
The blood in my veins run cold.
"Why, yes I did. Do you have anything else in store for this bad girl?" the girl responds, her voice sultry.
I creep up the rest of the way to my dorm, fighting the sobs rising up in my chest, fighting with the anger. I collapse on my bed, hugging one of my pillows tight, crying silent tears. I fell asleep, the betrayal I felt in my chest solidifying into a cold desire for revenge.
"Ginny! Get up!" Angel cries, shaking one of the hangings on my four-poster.
I sit up, wondering if I really wanted to get out of bed today, maybe I could just tell her that I'm sick. No, I want to confront Harry today. I want to find out the truth. Muttering a spell under my breath I point my wand at my face, feeling the tear-stains disappear. I slide out of bed, getting changed quickly; I slip down into the common room silently. Peeking around the corner, I see Harry attached at the face to the girl I'm assuming he kept for company last night. I retreat a few steps then come stomping down like I would normally, hoping that those two got the hint and were no longer joined at the lips.
They were gone. Ginny felt the icy edge of her anger rising up in her chest yet again, and made a silent promise to herself that she would get revenge on that bloody prat before the day was through. Colin looks over at me as I walk into the great hall, a sad smile on his face.
"Hey Ginny, how were the rounds last night?" he asks me, glancing only quickly down the table at the Golden bloody trio.
"Uneventful, as always," I answer, putting some food on my plate.
"Do you know…" he starts.
"About the amazing prat and his blonde bitch?"
"How did you find out?"
"When they came in last night."
"Have you…"
"Confronted him about it yet, no. But I'm going to get my revenge on him, today."
"There's the Ginny that I know and fear. I'm behind you all the way."
Colin, one of the few people that stayed by me after my first year. Forgave me for what I had no control over.
"What do you have planned?" he asks, picking at his food.
I scan the great hall, then give a pointed glance at the Slytherin table. Colin follows my look and an evil smile graces his lips. He knew that I had something fun planned, and he didn't want to miss out on it.
"Students," Dumbledore announces from the teachers table, "we have a new student joining us. She has transferred from an American school, and I want you all to be nice to her. She has joined the ranks of the 6th year Slytherins."
A girl stands up from their table and makes a small bow towards the rest of the school. I noticed that she wasn't wearing the uniform, like the rest of us. Pushing her to the back of my mind, I start to think of what exactly I wanted to do to the great prat. The bell rang and Colin and I gathered our things and started to make our way towards Charms.
"When are you going to ask them for their help?" Colin whispers to me in the hallway.
"I think after this class. Today the Slytherins have Charms after us, and it'll be the best time to try and get a hold of them."
We walk into the classroom and take our usual seats. I was so preoccupied I barely paid attention to what Flitwick was saying. I couldn't wait until the end of the class, and my chance at revenge.
The bell rang, and I jumped, gathering my things quickly, hoping to intercept Malfoy and his gang before they could get to the Charms room, while still being on my way to potions. I was so preoccupied, I didn't notice the person in front of me until I ran into them. The first thing I noticed was the lack of a robe fluttering behind the person, and I instantly knew that it was the new girl, meaning Malfoy wasn't too far behind her.
She bent down to help me gather my scattered things, my bag had split again.
"Thank you," I mutter quickly, helping her.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little Weaslette," I heard a cold voice drawl from behind her.
I look up, and I could feel the last of my patience thinning.
"Keep talking to me like that, and I won't tell you something that will help make Potter's life a living misery," I snap at him.
"I would never have thought that you would talk about the love of your life like that," he says, surprise evident in his voice.
"He's not the love of my life anymore. In fact, I want to forget that I ever dated him, but I've never been any good at memory charms. Don't want to end up like Bloody Lockhart now do I," I drawl, imitating his voice.
"Looks like we've got a firecracker on our hands," an unfamiliar voice says, a hint of a smile on her face.
"We're going to be late for class if we don't hurry up. If you have something that you would like to say to us, we'll be in the library for our free period, come see us then," Malfoy says, sweeping past us.
The new girl winks at me and follows him, the others following behind them. I mentally relaxed, I had them interested, and then it's just a short hop to getting them to agree. I felt the evil smirk on my face as I hurried down into the dungeons for Potions. One of my favorite classes, Snape never treated me like the other Gryffindors, but then again, he was the one to try and help me after my first year, when almost everyone else was ignoring me, including my family. In that year, he became more like my Father than my real Father. He gives me a smile with his eyes, that turn serious when I don't return the gesture. not wanting to blow his cover in front of the rest of the class, he acts like he's ignoring me, until the end of class. Waiting until I had already handed in my sample of the potion that we had been making, the potion of dreams, he acts like he's inspecting my spotless cauldron, looking for an excuse to keep me after class.
I wait behind as the others file out, giving me pitying looks. When the last one leaves, he closes the door with a motion of his hand.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" he asks, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
"That bloody prat, that's what's wrong," I answer under my breath.
"Is it Draco again. I would have thought that he would be too busy catching up with his old chum to be bothering you much," he hisses, his voice hard.
"No, it wasn't him. Harry bloody Potter, that's who."
I could feel the surprised look on his face, in all the time that he has known me, I've always stuck up for Potty and his friends.
"What did he do?" Snape asks.
"He cheated on me last night. And I have the feeling that it wasn't the first time that he's done it," I answer.
"Do you want me to do something about it?" he asks, looking for a reason to go after the golden trio.
"I think that I've gotten it covered. But you could be on hand to dock lots of points from Harry and Ron, if they react the way that I think that they are going to."
I could feel his look of surprise. The one thing that I've never told anyone, was that I was supposed to have been sorted into Slytherin. I just wanted to bad to be a little family girl, be in Gryffindor with Harry and the rest of my family. I'm regretting that choice now. If only I could go back in time.
"May I leave? I have to meet others from your house in the library, if I play my cards right, they're going to help me get my revenge," I say to him, picking my bag up off of the floor.
"This is a question that I've been meaning to ask, and it's ever so strong in you now. Were you meant to be in Slytherin?" he asks as I walk out of the door.
Looking back over my shoulder, I decide to give him the truth, "yes."
Hurrying up to the library, I see the Golden Trio sitting off to one side, their heads buried in books. I glare in their direction. An evil smirk on my face, I turn to face the Slytherins on the other side of the library. They look up at me when I come over.
"Would you mind if I talked to you all where certain prying ears won't be able to hear us?" I ask casually.
They look at each other and nod, getting up from their table, packing things away. I went out into the corridor to wait for them, the new girl coming out first.
"I don't think that we've been properly introduced, my names Ash," she says, holding her hand out to me.
I take it, and a strange feeling shoots up my arm. I cover the shocked look on my face, looking into Ash'. There was no indication that she had felt what I had. The rest came out of the library and started to make their way to the 5th floor. I had the feeling that we were going to the Room of Requirement. The door appeared and we all walked in, Ash perching herself on the edge of a table.
"Does anyone mind?" she asks aloud, holding up a pack of cigarettes.
A chorus of 'no's goes through the room, and she lights one, taking a long drag, with a slightly happy look on her face, I didn't understand how anyone could get enjoyment out of something so vile.
"So, what did you need us to come here for?" Malfoy asks the apparent leader.
"I want revenge," I say vehemently. Everyone in the room started to go for their wands, "Oh stop it, I don't mean out of you guys. I want revenge on the prat Potty and his wee little side-kicks."
Malfoy looks over my shoulder, and it takes me a second to realize that he's looking at Ash. I look over my shoulder to see her staring at me intently. She takes another drag off of her cigarette, lifting her chin before blowing a series of smoke rings.
"Well, you're speaking our language. What do you want us to do?" Ash says.
"Not even here one day, and you have Malfoy answering to you. You have to tell me your secret," I tease, a smirk on my face.
"An old friendship," she answers cryptically sliding off of the table.
She went over to the window in the room and stretched. Her shirt rode up a little bit, and I could see the faint tracing of a tattoo on her back before she stopped. Glancing down at her watch, she had a few minutes before she had to get to her next class, and she wanted to get some homework done.
"I'll fill you guys in on the details later, I need to run," I say, heading towards the door.
Out in the hallway, I let the evil smile come through. I headed off towards the divination tower, smile still in place.
Draco stood up, looking at the others in the room with a pointed glare. They all got the hint and left the room, following Weasley.
"She's one of us," Ash says, as the door shut behind the lat of them.
"How do you know for sure?" I ask, my voice cold out of habit.
"We shook hands. You remember what you felt the first time that we touched. It was that, but firey. She's fire."
"Who's going to be the last two?"
"I don't know yet."
She rummages in her pocket for a second, taking out her pack, offering me one. I take it and light it off of the end of my wand, as she lights hers from the one that was almost finished.
"I actually managed to quit without you around," I tell her, teasing light in my voice, "disgusting habit and all. I heard that these things could kill you."
Her laughter sounded like breaking glass. She turned back to the window, and I noticed the tension in her shoulder blades.
"What's wrong?" I ask her, we knew each other too well for me not to notice that something was wrong.
"Him," she spat out, and I instantly knew who she meant. The thing that called itself her Father.
"Do you still wear it?" I had to ask.
The sad smile on her face was enough of an answer. Her hand unconsciously came up to touch the scarf that she was wearing.
"I'm sick of it all," she mutters.
"We all are," I answer, "we all are."
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