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I took Ginny upstairs to my private bedroom that, after bargaining for 5 years, I had finally got this year. The room was everything you wouldn't expect. Three walls were a pure white wall paper with slight patterning of silver and black squares, while the fourth was black with silver swirls adorning it. The quilt and pillow cases were pure white with a strip of black pattern on it. There was a matching wardrobe, chest of draws and bedside cabinet that were a soft pine colour. The rest of the room was messy with rubbish thrown in the general direction of the bin and notebooks and sketch pads left on the floor. There was only one piece of art work on the wall and it was a canvas painting of a blood red rose that almost looked like it was dripping blood off the petals. It was defiantly not what you would expect from the Gryffindor princess herself. There were a few things that were what people would expect, though a little different from what is normally in a dorm. Those were the laptop sitting on the bedside cabinet, the I-pod on the chair next to the desk and the stereo on the chest of draws. They were the typical muggle- born possessions. Once you found a way around the no electricity problem, which is easily solved with a simple spell to replace electricity with magic. This, of course, was a small feat for the cleverest witch of the age.

All the muggle- born stuff must be rubbing off on me. It was a thought that left a bad taste in my mouth. Although I had to admit that muggles did have pretty good ideas sometimes, I still didn't like them. They were too ignorant of the world around them. I mean, can anyone really condone some of the things they do. Like guns. I think that they must be the worst invention ever. They were instantly the 'it' weapon. It was almost like walking into a bad western every time I walked down a London street. Even the great Dumbledore would have to agree that Aveda kerdavra is a more humane way of killing that guns or knives. They hurt a whole lot more and leave an awful mess and fingerprints as proof.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a groan that forced its way between Ginny's lips. Her hair fell in soft waves around her head and her rose pink lips stood out boldly from her pale skin, but the effect was marred by the look of pain on her face, the unnatural pallor of her skin and the cold sweat glistening on her forehead. I hurried over to her. Out of all those people I had surrounded myself with, as necessary, Ginny Weasley was the most genuine and tolerable. She was a person that I could possibly get along with constantly and not just because I am undercover and have to put up with them no matter what. Unless I want to try and deceive my father. I would, however, think that he would let me go f I really wanted that life.

As I reached her bedside she shot up gasping for air and clutching at her throat. I sat down next to her and held her close to me, rocking her in my arms while she cried. It was a common occurrence that after legilimens was performed on a person they often went into a form of shock that often had them out cold for hours or even suffering from amnesia is used extensively for long amounts of time. So it was surprising that she was awake this early. 'She must have natural occlumency shields' I thought. 'That's weird. I didn't know her family had any history of occlumens or legilimens.' Oh well they probably don't even know.

When Ginny had eventually calmed down enough to speak I asked her what happened and who invaded her mind.

"It was that lestrange woman. Bellatrix lestrange." She managed to gasp out. I looked down at her with a grim expression. I lent my head on my hands and spoke "it looks like I'm going to have to talk to dear old 'Trixie."