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Ok, so this chapter doesn't really have as much action as the first, sorry about that, but I hope you amazing readers find it alright! Please let me know in a review what you think, and what you would like to see more of in the story
Draco hadn't gotten any sleep, instead, he had spent the whole night wide awake, listening, whimpering into his arm to muffle the sound. He wasn't completely sure whether or not it was safe for him to exit his wardrobe yet.
The last thing he heard from the horrendous beasts that had been inside his stately mansion had been at least three hours before, so Draco decided to get out quickly and escape. He figured that the beasts would soon discover that they had left him behind, and would come back for Draco. That couldn't happen, he needed to move, and fast.
Draco filled a large satchel with several pieces of fruit that had been scattered around the dining room floor, some of it bruised and some of it lacerated from the previous nights disaster, and a glass bottle of water. Throwing in some other essentials, he then hurried to the bottom of the garden into the woods. It was the break of dawn, the sun was just appearing on the horizon. This made Draco feel the slightest bit less frightened.
He ran, ran, and ran – sprinting through the woods at a terrific speed, unsure of where he was going. Draco's only thought was 'Get away quickly'.
It took only one hour for Draco Malfoy to become exhausted, the sleepless night and the endless running had taken their toll. He curled up at the base of a wide – trunked oak tree, and fell asleep.
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The sun was high in the cool blue sky when Ginny woke. The rock on the ground that had knocked her out the previous night was now lying right in front of her grimy face, blocking her line of sight. Turning over onto her back, Ginny was blinded by the sunlight that streamed into her eyes and was imprinted in the back of her mind for a few minutes.
Ginny Weasley suddenly remembered the events of the previous night, and jumped to her feet, blinking in order to see again. The familiar valley from her childhood didn't seem quite as beautiful as she remembered it, but maybe that was just because of the horror that had taken place there recently.
Slowly walking back in the direction of the Burrow, Ginny soon reached the spot that she had left her family. It was terrible.
Sorrow filled her heart as she noticed the colouring of the ground. Her heart beat strongly as salty tears leaked out from under her now shut eyelids and her breaths became shorter and more frequent.
Soon Ginny had fallen to her hands and knees, picking up one of the bloodstained stones that lay there, caressing it in the palms of her hands. She then threw it as hard as she could against the craggy cliff face that was the western wall of the valley, and watched it fall to the ground afterwards. She ripped out handfuls of bloodstained grass and released them into the air, watching the blades get carried along a couple of metres by the breeze. At that point, Ginny Weasley was a mess. She crumpled to a heap on the ground, clenched her fists and clamped her eyes tightly shut, and cried out in agony for her family.
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After a few hours of lying on the warm, rocky ground of the valley in despair and deep thought, it occurred to Ginny that she wouldn't survive if she stayed there forever. She needed to do something, anything, to survive. The valley was miles and miles from any wizarding community, and she had left her wand on her bedside table at the Burrow. Going back to the Burrow to get her wand wasn't an option for Ginny – she had forgotten the way, and she figured that much of it had probably been ripped apart by the beasts that had come for the Weasley family.
Instead, Ginny pocketed one of the deep red coloured pebbles, and headed in the opposite direction – the way her father had been leading Molly, Ginny and her brothers the night before. She recalled from her pre-wizarding childhood that there was a forest and a lake at the end of the valley.
Shrugging out of her heavy, floor length coat, she walked, letting the strengthening spring sun rays at her bare, exposed shoulders. The valley was not as lengthy as she remembered it to be, and she soon found herself standing on the shores of the large, clear lake, forest trees surrounding her.
Oh, how nice it would feel to swim! Ginny thought. And so she did. Before doing so, she removed her sweaty, dark blue V-neck tee, her white mini pajama shorts, and her undergarments, so that she was naked. She dived into the clear water and felt the crisp, clean feeling engulf her body. Refreshed completely, Ginny surfaced, gasping for air.
She then swam to the edge of the beautiful lake to retrieve her clothes, which she started to wash in the clean water, by rubbing them with one of the smooth stones Ginny retrieved from the lake floor. First humming, but then singing, Ginny was completely immersed in the perfect setting, and somehow forgot about the world.
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Draco Malfoy awoke to the sweetest, most delicate yet also the most beautiful sound that he had ever heard with his own ears. The melody was strong and perfect, almost completely harmonising with the natural sounds of the forest. He leapt to his feet dizzily and started to follow his ears.
The song led him to the edge of a crystal clear lake that seemed vaguely familiar to him. He wasn't concerned by this, however, but was completely mesmerized by the soft arpeggios and lovely notes that were drifting over from the other side of the lake, in the direction of the narrow valley he could see in the distance. Draco started to rush, stumbling, around the shore of the lake.
Soon, but not soon enough for Draco's liking, a figure came into sight. The figure was far enough away that he could not distinguish any of the features of the body, but as he drew closer, it was apparent that what he was staring at was the back of a naked girl.
All of a sudden, the singing stopped, and Draco realised that the girl was moving up into shallower water, and would no doubt be exiting the lake.
'That was beautiful!' he yelled loudly to the girl; he just couldn't stop himself.
The girl in the distance whirled around, her long, dark red, voluminous hair fanning out as she did so. Realising she had an audience, she squealed loudly and immediately ducked underwater. When she reappeared, it was only her head that surfaced. Ginny Weasley glared furiously into the eyes of the white-blonde haired boy she saw standing before her at the lakes edge.
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