That Starry Night
By Angel Black
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or I'd be making a bit more money than I am at my part time job now, don't you think?
Summary: Ginny Weasley is kidnapped by the Death Eaters, who plan to use her as bait to finish Harry Potter off once and for all. They didn't know that one of their own wasn't quite as loyal as they thought.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The midnight sky was littered with stars piercing the darkness with little pinpricks of light. To those gathered far below on the earth they seemed to waver as if the darkness would overtake them. The cruel breeze rippled through the would-be deserted graveyard. Its fingers tore at the dark cloaks and robes of the ones attending the meeting.
Only one being noticed the wind trying to rob her of what little warmth she possessed on the chill evening. She was dressed unlike any of the others-instead of a warm, black cloak her shivering form was clad in a thin, white nightgown. Her face, the only one that was uncovered, was paler than usual making the light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheekbones stand out clearly. Her brilliantly red hair gleaned softly in the faltering light of the stars. The chocolate eyes set in her small, elf like face were large with confusion, mistrust, and fear. She knelt, shivering, as the circle around her parted to admit one more.
The girl's mouth fell open in horror as she gazed upon the creature approaching her. Its face was grotesque and unearthly. It was tall and slender. Its movements were predatory as he approached the young woman who was tossed into the midst of evil. When it spoke, its voice was painful to hear. She knew it had asked her a question, but could not decipher it over the pounding of blood in her ears.
When she made no response, the creature punished her as it saw fit. Pain such as she had never known invaded every inch of her body. The cry on her lips could not escape for lack of breath as she doubled over, weeping harshly. As soon as it had come the pain was gone, leaving the girl whimpering in fear.
"Malfoy," The creature hissed. When one of the robed figures bowed, it continued, "Take the girl. She is what we need to bring Harry Potter to his downfall."
Then the figures parted, allowing the creature to pass. The figures disappeared one by one with small popping noises. The graveyard was empty, save the weeping girl and one cloaked figure. He made his way to the prisoner, his footfalls silent on the soft ground.
The girl raised her tearstained face when she felt his heavy cloak fall over her shoulders. He reached up, tearing off his mask to reveal his impassive, unsmiling face. His grey eyes were clouded and unreadable. His silvery blonde hair fell about his face carelessly.
He watched her for a moment before kneeling. With his hands on her shoulders, he guided her firmly to her feet. He wasn't surprised in the least when her knees gave out, forcing her to cling to his neck for support.
The girl held on to him tightly for a moment, feeling helpless. Her unfocused gaze was fixed on the stars. They wavered again before seeming to become unnaturally bright. The she was lost to a blissfully dreamless sleep when he whispered a charm softly.
Her tense muscles relaxed and her grip around his neck was lost. He caught her in his arms before she hit the ground. He sighed and looked around warily.
"Let's go home, Weasley," he whispered to the inanimate girl. And the graveyard was completely deserted as Draco Malfoy took his new charge to his home in London.
A/N: Okay, so I got the idea for this story at about 3 AM on Sunday Morning and wrote it at midnight last night.well, today, actually. As much as I like my sleep, I'll sacrifice it a bit for writing! I hope you liked it, leave a review. And for once, I plan to actually continue this story! In the meantime, read some of my other short stories.
By Angel Black
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or I'd be making a bit more money than I am at my part time job now, don't you think?
Summary: Ginny Weasley is kidnapped by the Death Eaters, who plan to use her as bait to finish Harry Potter off once and for all. They didn't know that one of their own wasn't quite as loyal as they thought.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The midnight sky was littered with stars piercing the darkness with little pinpricks of light. To those gathered far below on the earth they seemed to waver as if the darkness would overtake them. The cruel breeze rippled through the would-be deserted graveyard. Its fingers tore at the dark cloaks and robes of the ones attending the meeting.
Only one being noticed the wind trying to rob her of what little warmth she possessed on the chill evening. She was dressed unlike any of the others-instead of a warm, black cloak her shivering form was clad in a thin, white nightgown. Her face, the only one that was uncovered, was paler than usual making the light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheekbones stand out clearly. Her brilliantly red hair gleaned softly in the faltering light of the stars. The chocolate eyes set in her small, elf like face were large with confusion, mistrust, and fear. She knelt, shivering, as the circle around her parted to admit one more.
The girl's mouth fell open in horror as she gazed upon the creature approaching her. Its face was grotesque and unearthly. It was tall and slender. Its movements were predatory as he approached the young woman who was tossed into the midst of evil. When it spoke, its voice was painful to hear. She knew it had asked her a question, but could not decipher it over the pounding of blood in her ears.
When she made no response, the creature punished her as it saw fit. Pain such as she had never known invaded every inch of her body. The cry on her lips could not escape for lack of breath as she doubled over, weeping harshly. As soon as it had come the pain was gone, leaving the girl whimpering in fear.
"Malfoy," The creature hissed. When one of the robed figures bowed, it continued, "Take the girl. She is what we need to bring Harry Potter to his downfall."
Then the figures parted, allowing the creature to pass. The figures disappeared one by one with small popping noises. The graveyard was empty, save the weeping girl and one cloaked figure. He made his way to the prisoner, his footfalls silent on the soft ground.
The girl raised her tearstained face when she felt his heavy cloak fall over her shoulders. He reached up, tearing off his mask to reveal his impassive, unsmiling face. His grey eyes were clouded and unreadable. His silvery blonde hair fell about his face carelessly.
He watched her for a moment before kneeling. With his hands on her shoulders, he guided her firmly to her feet. He wasn't surprised in the least when her knees gave out, forcing her to cling to his neck for support.
The girl held on to him tightly for a moment, feeling helpless. Her unfocused gaze was fixed on the stars. They wavered again before seeming to become unnaturally bright. The she was lost to a blissfully dreamless sleep when he whispered a charm softly.
Her tense muscles relaxed and her grip around his neck was lost. He caught her in his arms before she hit the ground. He sighed and looked around warily.
"Let's go home, Weasley," he whispered to the inanimate girl. And the graveyard was completely deserted as Draco Malfoy took his new charge to his home in London.
A/N: Okay, so I got the idea for this story at about 3 AM on Sunday Morning and wrote it at midnight last night.well, today, actually. As much as I like my sleep, I'll sacrifice it a bit for writing! I hope you liked it, leave a review. And for once, I plan to actually continue this story! In the meantime, read some of my other short stories.