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Chapter 10

Callista, Pansy concluded as she lay in bed, was the strangest woman she'd ever met. The newest Death Eater was gorgeous; there was no doubt about that.

"But why don't you ever use beauty to your advantage?" she had asked Callista once. "Does it matter to you that you could have every man in this house wrapped around your finger by now?" The other woman had smiled ever-so-slightly, displaying a sliver of pearly white teeth.

"Beauty is never an advantage. And besides, why would I want to be loved by the likes of these men? I already have Bellatrix."

It was true. Bellatrix Lestrange positively adored Callista for reasons unknown to Pansy. At every meeting, Callista seemed to receive more kindness than any of the other Death Eaters. Several times she had said things that would have been responded with a long, torturous Cruciatus curse if it passed the lips of any other witch or wizard.

It simply didn't make sense to Pansy. How was it possible for a woman to go from sleeping in chains on the floor to being given the largest room to sleep in (aside from Bellatrix, who slept in the master bedroom)? Even Draco was given less attention, as he was forced to share the same room as Callisto's half-brother.

Everard.

Pansy sat upright as his name resounded in her head. Everard terrified her just as much as his father did. Both men were thoroughly disturbing; from their sick curling smiles to their lecherous stares that even made the whores they slept with feel stripped and vulnerable. The only thing that Everard had that his father didn't was those blue eyes. He had the sort of eyes that belonged to a porcelain doll, not a disgusting thing born from an anonymous woman and a worthless man. Pansy had ventured to look into those eyes on many occasions, only to find him looking back at her with a less-than-pure expression. He wanted her, she knew that much. Not once did he give Bulstrode the slightest bit of attention, whereas Pansy received every uncomfortable stare, smirk, and wink he could possibly give someone.

Pansy would have been lying if she said she rarely thought of him. It was shameful, but completely true. Draco was away so often that she sometimes forgot that she had a boyfriend. It was only recently when she decided she would act single when Draco wasn't around. Tight red dresses under loose cloaks became the norm for her once he was gone.

If Draco can mess around with that Weasley brat, she thought to herself as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, then it's best that I have a bit of fun with Everard. She then proceeded to dress herself the shortest black dress her beau had bought her. Let Draco screw around. He'll come back when he sees that his girlfriend is doing just fine without him. She stomped across the room and opened the door.

"Oh!" At the door stood a rugged young man with an expression filled with randiness.

"Nice dress," Everard said, his eyes glued to her body.

"Th-thank you. I wasn't expecting you." He smirked.

"You got a package," he said. Only then did Pansy notice the small cardboard box which he held in two strong, rough hands. Pansy held back a shudder as she wondered where those hands may have been.

Along the bodies of whores and wrapped around the necks of enemies, she guessed.

"Are you going to stand there all day?" His smirk widened. "Or shall I come in?" Pansy snatched the box from his hands, deliberately scratching him as she did so.

That's not the way to a woman's heart, she mentally scolded him. She balanced the package between her hand and hip, using her free hand to reach for the door and slam it in his face. Wait! a voice screamed inside her head. You don't want him in your heart, do you? You do, however, want Draco jealous.

Pansy then smiled in a way that told Everard he was welcome to more than just her room. Her hand changed direction, causing her to grab his wrist instead of the door. She tossed the package onto her desk. Everard, who was deprived of the pleasures he often received by witches he found on the street, stepped inside her room and was already closing the door.

"Don't," Pansy demanded. Everard cracked the door open a bit as he worked on undoing her dress.

"So damn tight," he murmured in frustration before attempting to blow the outfit apart with his wand. Pansy gasped and pushed his wand down.

"There's a zipper, you know," she snapped, gesturing to the back of her dress.

"Fuck the zipper," he sneered, and with a loud ripping noise he tore the dress off her. With a satisfactory smile, he proceeded to snatch off her underclothes. Within moments, she stood naked before his thirsty gaze. Pansy now knew how his whores felt. "Oh yes," he said, licking his lips, "you'll be fun." He then dropped his trousers and threw her almost violently onto the bed.

She hated his touch; his thin cracked lips were like sandpaper, his fingers like insects crawling about her body. Pansy looked up into his wicked, grinning face with sudden terror. This isn't sex, she told herself as she blinked back tears, this is rape with my consent.

Fortunately, Pansy eventually got what she'd wanted. It had been nearly ten minutes into their session, when the cracked door flew open, revealing a shocked blond man with wide grey eyes.

"What the hell?!"

--

Severus and Narcissa jumped at the sudden noise. Narcissa, still in the other man's arms, wiped her eyes and yawned.

"What the hell?!" the voice that had woken them up repeated.

I know that voice, Narcissa thought to herself. Suddenly an arm grabbed her roughly by the wrist and dragged her off the bed and onto the floor, where she sat, oblivious to what was occurring around her.

"Cissy, what were you doing?" It was growing more and more furious with every syllable.

Bellatrix.

The blonde woman stood upright immediately.

"Bella, I can explain." The other woman, however, was no longer paying attention to Narcissa.

Bellatrix hovered menacingly over Severus, wand drawn, a criminally insane look clouding her dark eyes.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" she roared. The entire house seemed to shake with her fury. Callista ran inside Snape's bedroom to see what the matter was.

"Oh my God," she gasped once she caught sight of what was happening.

"I'LL KILL YOU, SEVERUS SNAPE!" Bellatrix continued to scream like the madwoman she was. "The Cruciatus curse won't even do," she hissed. "I'll do it myself, Snape. I'LL DRAIN YOU OF EVERY BIT OF THAT WORTHLESS FILTH YOU CALL BLOOD IN THAT PALE, SCRAWNY BODY!"

Within moments the rest of the occupants of the Malfoy Mansion came into the bedroom. First came Theodore Nott with Blaise and Goyle not far behind. Next was the hideous Bulstrode girl blundering in. Finally newfound enemies Everard and Draco tore into the room with Pansy, clad in a loose robe clumsily wrapped around her, at their sides.

"Bella, it's not what you think, I swear," Narcissa said, tears flooding down her cheeks. Bellatrix's eyes, ablaze with hatred, stared at her sister.

"I find you curled up against that shirtless slimeball, your nightgown scrunched at your thighs, the very nightgown that Lucius bought for you, and you don't think I know what's going on? You little slut!"

Draco's mouth fell open. With the little courage he had against his aunt, he stepped forward.

"Don't speak to my mother like that!" he shouted, hoping he sounded braver than he felt.

With a roar of anger, Bellatrix grabbed the man harshly by the throat and shoved him against the nearest wall, slapping him across the mouth as she did so.

"You don't even know who your mother is!" she hissed.

"You've gone mad, aunt Bella," Draco said in a choked cry. The woman clenched her teeth and threw him roughly to the floor. Draco tasted blood inside his now swollen mouth.

"Lest you wish for death, Draco dear, I suggest you step back beside your brother," she sneered. Narcissa's eyes widened.

"Bella, no."

"Yes," she replied. She pointed her wand at her younger sister, who was quickly wrapped in the snakelike cords which shot out of the wand.

"Brother?" Draco said slowly, as if he had never heard the word before. Narcissa shouted something that was muffled behind the cords. Bellatrix pulled her nephew to her feet and forced him to look into her eyes.

"Draco, dear, it's time that you learned a bit about your mother," she said in a surprisingly composed voice. She looked up at the rest of the onlookers. "It's time we all learn a bit about Narcissa Malfoy." The blonde wept uncontrollably behind her bindings. "Cissy has grown to be quite the pitiful thing, hasn't she? Ever since she met Lucius in Hogwarts, she hasn't been able to survive without a man." She now looked directly into Draco's pale grey eyes. "Did you know that your father left her only a month after they were married?"

"What?"

"Oh yes, she was just so distraught. That was just about the time when Augustus Rookwood started paying her weekly visits, hoping he'd be able to sleep with Lucius' pretty blonde doll. And of course, since Narcissa was in need of a man's warmth, she gave him all of her. Nine months later, Everard came along."

"No."

"Yes." Narcissa's cries grew louder with every passing second. "And of course, Lucius decided to come back when little Evie was just two. She begged me to take the baby before her husband discovered it, so as much as I hated to do it, I sent the boy back to his good-for-nothing father. And with a little persuasion—" Bellatrix's mouth twitched into a twisted smile "—I convinced Rookwood to make an Unbreakable Vow to take care of his boy as well as he could until he turned seventeen. And now that Lucius is dead, she's resorted to Snivellus." She shook her head. "Pathetic," she murmured.

"Good Lord," Everard gasped, his hatred for Draco dying down. "And all this time I thought my mother would be a whore of some sort."

"Well, she is," Bellatrix said lazily, gesturing toward the woman who was red as a beet from sobbing and humiliation.

"And Calli?" Everard asked. "What happened to her mother?" his aunt smirked.

"Callista's story isn't nearly as romantic as my dear sister's. I simply wanted an heir to teach everything I know. Rodolphus wasn't doing the trick, so I had another man impregnate me. Unfortunately, I was cursed with a girl. Seeing that my other sisters were pathetic things, I'd already had my notion on women. So with the same persuasion, I had Rookwood take care of my girl as well." For the first time that day, Bellatrix beamed. "And she's everything I could dream of. Just like me when I was her age."

"Looks like you as well," Severus ventured to say. Bellatrix glared down at him.

"Be grateful I'm in a good mood, Severus. The Dark Lord would not have spared you." In a lower voice she spoke once more, "And if I catch you with my sister again, I won't spare you. Do I make that clear, Severus?"

"Yes, Mistress."

--

"And that's how it happened."

Silence.

"Luna?" The blonde woman continued to look at her roommate across the table with the most curious expression on her face. Eventually, Luna Lovegood began to speak.

"Do you still love Harry?" Ginny loved how her friend's questions, no matter how prying, were never accusatory. It was such a breath of fresh air for her.

"I think so," she replied truthfully.

"And Draco Malfoy?"

"No."

"What about Snape?" Ginny spat the tea she was drinking back into its cup as she laughed, despite the perfectly serious look on Luna's face.

"Where did you get that idea from?" Ginny asked through a fit of giggles.

"You did say he was attractive as a teen." The other girl laughed for nearly a minute before she could answer her friend.

"I said he was attractive in his own way. As in his own skinny-pale-gawky teenager way." Luna shrugged.

"You do have a way of falling for Harry's enemies."

"I can't help it," Ginny said with a smirk. "Besides, it's not like he's serving You-Know-Who."

"I thought the Death Eaters were back. Didn't you tell me he mentioned that a while back?" Ginny nodded.

"But he hasn't joined them."

"Really? I just assumed he was with them since his aunt was the Dark Lord's favorite." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Don't be silly. He's not like that." Luna shrugged again and quickly changed the subject, knowing that someone would get hurt if they continued this conversation.

"So do you want to try reading the diary a little more?" Ginny paused, hoping that her next diary session would be with Draco. Deciding against her emotions, she sat on the sofa where the book lay and gestured for Luna to join her. Luna slowly stood and strode over to the pages of diary. "Grab my arm." Luna obeyed and watched her friend begin to read. "August 4th. Today I became caught in one of the worst arguments in my life."

Now that Ginny knew the result of reading aloud, the feeling of being sucked through the page didn't bother her nearly as much. The only new installation was the soft gasp as Luna was being dragged in as well.

Yet again, Ginny fell into an unfamiliar place. She was in a small, poorly-furnished family room with patched furniture and what seemed to be a broken muggle television. Papers were found everywhere; torn envelopes were scattered on a particularly ugly sofa, bills were stuffed in a disorderly fashion in a far corner, and random pieces of parchment were everywhere on the rotting wooden floor.

"Look," Luna said quietly, pointing at Snape-the-teenager and his mother.

"Don't you ever," Eileen Snape screeched, "say that about your father! He's a good man, Severus, a very good man." Her son looked at his mother, disbelief etched on his angry face.

"A good man? A good man? If Tobias Snape was a good man, he would have stayed by your side when we were dirt poor!" Eileen slapped him sharply with the back of her hand. Severus winced and continued his rant. "We needed him, Mum. I needed him. You don't think that I didn't cry when he left, too? You don't think I missed him? You don't think I sat up every night wanting him back?" Eileen Snape burst into tears, covering her face with her hands. Her son grabbed her wrists harshly and pulled them away, exposing her red, teary face. He then spoke in a voice so soft that all three women in the room had to strain to hear. "The difference between me and you, Eileen, is that I see my father for what he is: a coward." Severus Snape then let go of his mother and stormed out of the house, Ginny and Luna not far behind him.

Once outside, Severus pulled out his wand. Breathing hard, he hissed,

"Justice will be served." Suddenly Luna and Ginny felt the familiar sensation of being sucked through a thin rubber tube.

Apparition, Ginny thought to herself as the three of them came to a stop.

They now stood in a rather rough muggle pub. Chairs, tables, and glasses lay overturned and broken, as well as the minds of many of the men that dwelled there. Three bare light bulbs dimly lit the place. Music crackled in through an old stereo while loose women danced with the desperate men who wanted them. The place sent a chill up Ginny's spine; Luna simply swayed gently to the music.

A man with a long hooked nose and greasy chestnut hair stood in a corner with his long bony fingers wrapped tightly around the hips of a drunken woman. A cigarette was placed limply at the corner of his smirking mouth as he watched the woman drink her heart out.

"A bit more brandy for the lady," he said to the bartender. He nodded and passed him a glass full of the brown liquid.

"Should I call a taxi for her?" he asked the hook-nosed man.

"Hell no. I'm taking this one home," he said with a wink. The woman missed her mouth and the drink went pouring down her shirt. The hook-nosed man's smirk widened as he watched her soaked blouse. The woman looked up at him and giggled.

"The shirt's gone down my drink," she hiccupped.

Severus, who was silent the whole time, strode up to the man.

"Tobias," he said smoothly. Apparently, the man named Tobias was not at all happy to see Severus at all.

"Piss off," he sneered at the boy. Severus, however, refused to lose his composure.

"May I speak to you alone?"

"Didn't you hear me the first time? This isn't a place for freaks like you. Now go off and do some magic tricks, will you?" For a moment, Severus seemed thoughtful.

"Freaks like me, huh? Freaks like me."

"You're cute," the woman giggled. "Wanna dance?" Tobias smiled.

"Of course he does, luv. Go dance with Sev." He let go of her hips and she immediately collapsed onto the floor. Tobias groaned.

"You can't run away from freaks like me forever, Dad. So do you care to join me for a quick chat?" The boy's father groaned again and followed him into a dingy bathroom. Ginny and Luna were quick to tag along. "Get out!" Severus roared at the bathroom's two occupants. The startled men jumped at the tremendous sound coming from such a skinny boy and rushed out. With his wand, the wizard sealed the door shut.

"What do you want?" Tobias said gruffly. His son ignored his question and spoke in a dark, dangerous voice.

"What sort of sick, worthless thing leaves his wife and only son alone when they need him most?" Tobias crossed his arms.

"Now this just isn't fair. Don't you understand that I needed a life of my own?"

"A life of your own?" Severus repeated incredulously. "A life of your own? The thing about fatherhood, Daddy dearest, is that you are no longer permitted to be selfish. Your life is your child's life. You—"

"And what makes you think that you know anything about being a father?" Tobias snapped.

"A hell of a lot more than you do, Tobias." A long silence fell between them.

"Don't you speak to me like that," the man hissed. "I am you father." Severus' eyes nearly turned to flames in his sockets.

"You are not my father!" he bellowed. "You slapped around my mum all through my childhood and left us! You are not and never will be my father! You are just some sick fuck who got my mother knocked up! AND I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL FOR WHAT YOU DID TO US!"

Crack!

Ginny, Luna, and Tobias all watched as the boy crumpled to the floor, holding his bleeding face. Severus howled as Tobias proceeded to kick him continuously until he spat up blood.

"Oh, now look what you made me do," the father shouted over his son's screams. Tobias then smiled wickedly and spoke in a mock-accusatory voice. "You made me break my baby boy's nose. Ooh, what a shame." Laughing, he kneeled in his son's blood and pulled the boy by his hair up to his eye level. "But to tell you the truth, I really don't give a—"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The last thing Ginny heard was her own shocked scream before she was hurtled back to her apartment.

Ginny sat shaking uncontrollably in her sofa.

"H-h-he killed his father." Her voice trembled as she spoke. "Oh God." She looked up at her roommate, who looked surprisingly solemn and thoughtful.

"Wow," Luna whispered.

"I have to tell Draco." Ginny took a deep sigh. "Oh God." Luna waited a few moments before speaking again.

"If you don't mind," she said quietly, "I'd like to know what happens next." Ginny's eyes widened as she stared up at the blonde.

"What?"

"I said I want to go back into the diary. It's all in the past, so it can't hurt us."

"Luna, you just watched a man die!"

"No need to shout," the other woman said coolly.

"You're right," Ginny admitted after a few moments. "But even so, you saw a boy kill his own father. How can't you have any reaction to that?"

"I'm an Auror. I've seen far worse." Ginny was suddenly grateful for not passing her Auror exams.

I would have been a complete head case had I made it.

"So," Luna continued, "how about we take a further look?" Ginny gave the pile of papers in her lap a weary stare, and began to read.

"August 10th, Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing to the Evans sisters' relationship.

Yet again, the roommates found themselves in the Snape family room. Severus laid across the sofa reading a thick novel titled Through the Eyes of a Muggle Assassin while his mother, clad in pale robes, adjusted the nurse's cap atop her head.

"Sev, have you seen my stockings?" she asked as she searched under the broken television. Severus refused to look at her and continued to read. Eileen sighed and drew her wand. "Accio stockings," she murmured. Two white stockings came flying into her free hand. As she pulled them over her legs, she addressed her son. "You'll have to talk to me sometime, Severus." The boy stared intently at the book. The woman strode over to the couch and hovered over him. "Now give your mother a kiss before she goes to work." The expression on her son's face was that of immense disgust. Her lipstick-shaded mouth puckered up as she bent down further. Severus placed the book directly in front of his face, blocking her from sight. She then stood up and put a hand on her hip. "I don't get it," she said, sounding hurt. "You won't kiss your own mother, but you certainly don't mind locking lips with that muggle girl from next door." The book fell from his hands to reveal a horrified Snape.

"What?" His mother smiled.

"She really does seem like a sweet girl. Oh, what's her name? Rose? Peony? Eucalyptus?"

"I never kissed her!" Her smile widened to the point where she vaguely resembled a clown.

"So what do you call what you did the other day?"

"Pardon?"

"I came home early and saw you two on her front porch. She just looked so elated to be with you." She sat down next to him and reached to pinch his cheek. He swatted her hand away. "My little debonair." Severus frowned.

"Don't you have a job to go to?" he said darkly. His mother rolled her eyes and stood.

"Fine, I'm going." She shook a finger at him. "But don't think I won't remember this when I come back. I want to meet your little girlfriend, Sev." Before the boy could mutter back an quick retort, his mother was gone with a distand popping sound.

"I don't care for her," he said to no one in particular. "Silly horse-faced girl."

Roughly thirty seconds passed before a loud rapping came to the door, startling all three inhabitants of the room. "What the hell?" he murmured as he rolled off the sofa and strode to the door. The boy hadn't even reached its knob before the door flew open on its own, slapping him in the face in the process. Severus groaned as he held his abnormally long nose in his hands.

At the door, wand drawn, stood an attractive girl with furious blazing green eyes.

Upon realizing who stood only inches before him, Severus quickly drew his hands away from his face and crossed his arms in an attempt to look as nonchalant as possible.

"Evans," he said as coolly as possible despite the fact that his nose now sported a rather large welt at the ridge. "What brings you here?"

"I don't want you around my sister anymore," she hissed in a deadly voice. Severus laughed.

"Are you jealous, Evans?" The other teen's face burned with anger. She pushed the boy aside and made her way into the house, nudging the door closed with her heel. "Yes, you may come in. Thanks for asking."

"I don't appreciate you shoving your tongue down Petunia's mouth on my front porch." Severus made himself comfortable on the sofa he originally had been laying on while the green-eyed girl stood.

"It's no different than what you and Potty do back at Hogwarts." The girl blushed.

"His name is James, you know."

"Get to the point, Evans," he said impatiently, though deep inside he knew he had all the time in the world for her.

"The point is that I know you're going through her to get to me."

"Oh?"

"I'm not stupid, Severus. A month ago you came to my door saying how much you loved me, and now you're all over my sister. It's not going to work, so just come off it." Severus smirked.

"If it's not working, then why are you showing up at house and suddenly calling me by my first name?" She flushed and opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. "I believe it's working just fine, Lily dear." Her face grew to such a shade of red that it was difficult to decipher where her skin ended and her scarlet hairline began.

"If it's working so well, then why do I still hate you so much?" Severus put a hand to his heart and twisted his face into a mock-hurt expression.

"Ooh, hate is such a strong word, Lily."

"But it's an appropriate one." For a moment an expression of true pain flitted across the boy's face.

"And why is that?" he asked. "Why do you hate me while I so obviously care for you?"

Lily honestly didn't know. It had simply been instinct to dislike the boy who fraternized with all the darker, dangerous students of Hogwarts. She was the loved one in school, the ravishing and mysterious muggle-born with a heart of gold. Severus, on the other hand, was the estranged, quiet boy with the too-greasy hair who seemed to bee almost dangerouslygood at potions and defense against the dark arts. He was shunned from others, and therefore Lily never gave him a passing glance.

"You don't even know, do you?" he said coolly. Lily cast her eyes down, too ashamed to look into his face. "Then let me take a stab at it. You don't like me because I'm the weird hook-nosed Severus Snape and you're perfect Lily Evans. And Perfect Lily Evans can't possibly have her sister fall for Hook-Nosed Severus Snape. That's simply uncalled for."

"That's not it," she said, eyes still on the floor.

"Of course it's not. Perfect Lily Evans isn't that shallow. She's far more complex than that. Perhaps it's because you feel that the wizarding world is something open to you and you alone when it comes to your muggle family. Your parents and Petunia couldn't possibly begin to understand. They should just go about their ordinary lives. And it was all working perfectly until your sister went and had a little crush on a wizard. Oh dear. A wizard. Wizards are open to only you, and she doesn't have the right to have something to do with a boy who shares your magical world. Forget the fact that you couldn't care less if he died. It still remains the same that he's a wizard, a wizard who needs to keep his distance from the Evans family." Lily continued to stare at her shoes, proving that at least some of what Severus had said was true. "It's not a matter of social status between you and me. It's all about your territory as being the only Evans who is permitted inside the wizarding world." The girl heaved a deep sigh and looked up at his smirking face.

"What do I need to do to get you away from Petunia?"

"What makes you think I would need a price to break your sister's heart?" Lily frowned.

"Because you're Severus." His smirk grew into a wicked smile.

"You're right."

"So what do you want from me?"

"Love me."

Those two words hung in the air like a deadly floating weapon. Lily's face twisted into a severely terrified expression, her green eyes wide with horror and her pink mouth shaped in an O of disgust.

"What?"

"Only for a day, Lily. One summer day that will be our little secret." The girl seemed vague case of nausea when hearing this.

"Fine," she murmured. "Just find a way to keep Petunia off of you." Severus rubbed his hands together.

"Perfect," he said in a voice as slimy as his hair. "This is going to be so lovely."

For the fourth time that day, Ginny found herself falling back into the reality of her small apartment, Luna Lovegood at her side. However, this was the first time she had heard a strange thumping sound when she came back to the present time. It didn't seem to come from the diary, which deeply confused the woman.

"Luna, do you hear that?" she asked her roommate, who didn't seem to be surprised in the least at the sudden noise. "It seems to be coming from somewhere inside the apartment." The redhead looked around wildly, as if expecting to se a random person banging pots and pans behind her. Luna smiled.

"I believe, Ginevra Weasley, that you are starting to scare me a bit." Ginny looked intently at the other woman.

"You mean you don't hear it?" Luna laughed this time.

"It's the door, Gin. Someone's at the door."

The redhead blushed at her stupidity and strode to the front door.

"What if it's a monster?" Ginny said in mock-terror as she turned the knob and opened the door.

A breathtakingly ravishing woman with long silvery-blonde hair and blue eyes ablaze with hatred stood at the door. She was breathing in short, hissing breaths which vaguely resembled a dragon.

"Fleur?" Ginny said, surprised at her sister-in-law's visit. "What brings you here."

"You bitch!" Fleur Weasley roared, pushing the shocked redhead back with amazing force. The attractive woman let herself in and slammed the door behind her. "'OW COULD YOU DO THEES TO ME?" She clutched a lock of Ginny's hair and lifted her up.

"Fleur, what the hell?" she shrieked in pain.

"You took my 'usband away from me! You made 'im stop loving me!" She threw Ginny to the floor.

"What? I never said anything to Bill since the funeral. I—"

"YOU MADE 'IM HATE ME!" The woman's face puffed up with anger for the younger witch.

"What are you talking about? Fleur, calm down."

"You will pay, Ginny Weezly."

"If you just told me what you were talking about—"

"'E ees divorcing me!" she shrieked. Ginny's eyes grew wide.

"What? But why?"

"For Neemfahdora Tonks! You drove 'im away from me." Fleur seemed nearly insane now. "I keel you!" Ginny's mouth dropped.

"Fleur, you don't mean that." The part-veela drew her wand. Ginny gasped. "You're insane! Listen to me, you need hel—"

"Avada Kedavra!"