Chapter Nine

Chamber of Secrets

Draco understood what had to be done. He understood every thing. Ginny had been forced to leave. Not her decision. The information made him light at heart. She had left to protect him. She couldn't tell him. Because she knew what his reaction would be.

Which was what it was.

A sidathor was the echo of a traumatic event. In Ginny's case, the ordeal in the Chamber. Few things could destroy a Sidathor completely. The Ultimate sacrifice was one. The death of the creator was another. Sidathors were random creatures. They would go years hunting completely irrelevantly before returning to destroy everything the creator held dear. They fed on emotional pain.

Ginny must have been a buffet. All those years with her guilt. He could still see the pain in her eyes every time he looked into them. And it hurt him more than she knew.

But it would all be over. He would kill it. Even if it cost him everything. He would free her.

As he flew he thought of when he came to love her. Twelve years ago they had been sent into the future. An altered future. The world was damaged and destoryed. Voldemort reigned supreme. He and Ginny had been trapped there for an entire day. They had been kidnapped, he twice and her once. He didn't do so great a job of saving her, but she rescued him both times.

He hadn't realized until then that he loved her.

He had admited to himself that he liked her. She had a naturally likable attitude and she was pretty. And he loved her. When she returned the feeling, he at first thought it was the potion Voldemort forced on her. When he found out the potion had worn off, he knew it was love.

For two blissful years they were together and in love. The war came and went, and their love was just as strong. Then things started happening. Things he couldn't explain. Accidents. He knew now. The Sidathor. Then she left.

She left to save him. She left because she loved him.

He entered the Chamber knowing what he was up against. The Sidathor stood in the corner by a large skeleton. He looked like young Riddle but his eyes were empty.

"Come to save her?"

"Shut up and fight."

"You can't you know."

"Why do villians see fit to talk about these things?" Draco growled.

"Because we can," the Sidathor said. "How would you like to die? I'll grant you and your love the same death."

Draco snarled and pulled out his wand.

The Sidathor aimed his wand lesisurly, chanting the Killing Curse.

Time seemed to slow as the green spell ran towards him....

... And Ginny leapt in the way.

(A/N: Something tells me I should find some little spot and hide. For a long, long time. Any way, I totally meant to have this for you like a month ago but even though I said it wouldn't Nanowrimo got in my way again. The good news is less than 5k words and two days to get them in. That's only ten pages! The other good news is that my Nano project is two fold, a story I'm writing and a new fan fic which I will start updating once Nano is over. I love it dearly and I hope you guys like the story too.