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Chapter Twelve: Fights and Rescues

The fourteen year old panted as she dodged another nasty dark spell. The Death Eaters had only broken through the door ten minutes ago, but the girl was now on the landing half-way in between the Department of Mysteries and Atrium. In response to insane laughter, Ginny fired off a cutting curse, stunner, and rather creative transfiguration spell in quick succession.

The Gryffindor winced as another curse found its mark, biting its way through her right shoulder, making her bleed. Already, a wound on her thigh limited her mobility and this one would slow her down even more. The more injuries she sustained the less she could fight and the less time the others had to get away.

Smiling grimly, she brought her sword up to block another spell, this one containing a sickly green light. Killing Curse…I guess Tom just wants me dead now. Up to this point her opponents hadn't used anything that wouldn't be irreversible. But then they had also apparently believed that she would go down easily. It wasn't often that someone fought the Death Eaters, and when they did it was generally in effective. To have a teenager successfully fending off twelve of the best was miraculous. Or just plain lucky. Either way, it was infuriating them.

Ginny sent another diffindo at the mass of adults that were trying to kill her. It missed its intended target but still ended up taking off another of her enemies' heads. The girl had no time to consider the fact that she had just added another name to a list that was becoming far too long. She was too busy retreating up the steps to even care that goatee man was now missing a vital part of his anatomy. If he had even used it in the first place was an argument for another time.

"Fuck." The word summed up the situation quite nicely when she saw a bright purple spell speeding towards her. Considering her wand was busy transfiguring a Death Eater into a garden snake and her blade was stuck in the chest of another, there was no way that she was going to be able to dodge or counter thatbit of work. So I'm going to die with my insides on the outside…Sounds pleasant. Time seemed to slow as the Gryffindor mused on her fate. Well, it could be worse. At least none of them will want to violate me when that spell finishes its work. At least that's what she thought until she heard a strong voice shout, "Protego!"

The curse bounced off the shimmering shield that sprung up as Ginny tore Lámina de Chama from the second man that she had killed this night. She wondered who had helped, if the Order had finally arrived. But when she glanced over the only person was a skinny black-haired boy with glasses. The fourteen year old indulged in more creative cursing then and not of the useful kind. " Enfoncer l'enfer!(1) Fils de pute!(2) What the hell are you doing here Potter! I told you to get the hell out!"

The boy who had saved her life fired off several spells, shouting them all aloud. Through the incantations he answered her. "I'm here – Diffindo – because there was no way – Petrificus Totalus - that I would leave you – Protego – to fend for yourself. "

Ginny didn't answer merely started to fret on how the hell she would keep both herself and him alive. It didn't help that the only thing that was running through her mind was foder (3), baiser (4), joder (5). Basically her thought process had dissolved into survival mode and chanting fuck, fuck, fuck in numerous languages over and over.

"Did you – Petrificus Totalus – really expect me – Diffindo – to leave you here?" Harry's question was a good point. How could she have been stupid enough to believe that he would let a total stranger sacrifice herself to save him and his friends? He was too stupidly noble to accept anyone giving their lives for him. Instead of responding, Ginny focused on fighting.

Several times she had to step in front of Harry, using her sword to deflect an especially dangerous curse. The boy-who-lived didn't like that but he said nothing as he continued to cast spells in the seething mass of Death Eaters. At least that's what he did until the fourteen year old beside him let out a small scream of pain.

A powerful cutting curse had hit her abdomen, causing her to fall back on the stairs. While her other wounds were easily ignorable, this one was serious. As Harry was distracted Ginny did the only thing she could think of. Struggling, the girl climbed to her feet shouting, "Run, Potter! Expulso!"

She pointed her wand at the ceiling as she said the incantation before following her own advice. There was a rumble as the once sturdy ceiling started to fall. Of course the noble git hadn't started to run when she told him to. Instead he waited for her and practically carried her up the stairs. The teen hated to admit it but she probably wouldn't have gotten away from the area of collapse in time without him. She winced as she felt two auras extinguish themselves after the rumbling had ceased and there was rubble blocking the staircase. She was now responsible for four deaths this day.

Shaking off her morbid thoughts, she continued to limp up the stairs, sheathing her blade to put pressure on her stomach wound. "Come, Potter. We need to get out of here. Before the bastards manage to clear that rubble."

Harry seemed slightly confused but did as Ginny ordered. For being seriously injured, the Gryffindor girl was moving rather fast and seven minutes later they were climbing up the last set of stairs to the Atrium. The boy-who-lived glanced at his companion before hesitantly asking, "Do I know you? You seem so familiar…"

Ginny snorted. "You might. Then again my personality might just remind you of someone you've met as well."

It wasn't technically a lie. She probably did remind Harry of someone else's personality. It certainly wasn't her own from three years previous that she was exhibiting. As for physical reminders, her hair was still a special red that she hadn't seen on anyone else, not even another Weasley. Perenelle had described it as flames when she was outside in the sun. Ginny's eyes were mostly still a deep, chocolate brown but there were now flecks of gold interspersed that gave her an ancient air. Harry gave her a suspicious look. "Well, what's your name? I should remember that at least."

The girl let a rather morbid sounding chuckle out. "You're assuming that we were ever properly introduced." That was a blatant falsehood. "My real name is unimportant." Harry's mouth opened as if he was going to object. "However," Ginny raised her voice slightly. "Some people call me Fury."

The boy-who-lived nodded as he held open the door to the Atrium of the Ministry. "Then Fury I shall call you."

Ginny inclined her head slightly before slamming the door and placing several interesting enchantments to ward it. If the Death Eaters had thought that first door was interesting that was nothing compared to what was going to happen when they tried to open this one.

Minerva McGonagall hated St. Mungo's. Even with a private room, the place was the one place that she never willing went. Maybe it was because of the fact that she had been here far too often. Maybe it was because she had been told of far too many deaths here. Either way, she hated it and there was nothing anyone could do to change her mind about that opinion.

She sighed, looking longingly at her sixteen-and-a-half inch wand, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get up and Apparate out of the blasted place until the Healers let her. What led her to be here made her normally well contained anger boil up. To think that they would dare to cast stunners at an unarmed opponent. Cowards, the lot of them. Using Occlumency, the Transfiguration Mistress calmed herself, wondering how her students were doing when both Albus and herself unable to shield them from Dolores's wrath.

Shaken out of her thoughts by an explosion followed by screams, Minerva sat up in bed. It was eight in the evening but no matter what the time those sounds would never be heard in a hospital. The only conclusion the witch could draw was that Death Eaters were attacking the hospital. With a quiet oath, the animagus snatched her wand up and climbed out of bed. There is no way I will stay in bed while others defend me.

Minerva transfigured the standard St. Mungo's uniform into suitable clothes for dueling before sending a patronus alerting Albus of the attack. She took a deep breath before sweeping out of her room to do battle against the Dark Lord's followers. I will show them what a true Gryffindor can do.

An hour later, the Professor frowned. This battle had been too easy. Even without Albus and the Order arriving, she would have been able to protect the hospital with minimal effort. Walking to the man that she still viewed as Headmaster, she asked the question that had been bothering her throughout the fight. "Albus, where are the inner circle? Normally on raid like this there would be at least one."

The greatest wizard alive nodded gravely. "You are quite right Minerva. Which is why I'm going to do something I despise.Legilimens." Seconds after he had cast the spell, he paled. "We need to get to the Ministry. This was a diversion. Even now we might be too late to save Harry."

Albus Apparated after saying that. Without giving a second thought to the healers calling her name, the animagus followed.

Ginny sighed in relief as the fireplaces began to spring to life with green flames. At least now she wouldn't have to fight the remaining members of Voldemort's favorite group by herself. She was feeling a little woozy from blood loss. When she saw who stepped through, she quickly revised her thought. Absolutely useless. Minister Fudge might be many things, but good in a fight wasn't one of them. Amelia Bones arriving mere seconds after him gave her a slight hope. The Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had been an Auror for many years before assuming the position of leadership.

"Who are you girl and why are you here?" The Minister's inflated opinion of himself shone through when he spoke. "And Harry Potter, I knew that you were working with Dumbledore to try and get me out of office. Sabotaging the elevators? Arrest him!" When the door the stair well gave a rather large shake, the fourteen year old realized that this was the perfect time to expose the Wizarding World to the truth. "Stop. You honestly have no idea what you are doing."

"Why, I never – " Ginny cut Fudge off before he could get into his rant mode. "Shut up and be quiet. If in about three minutes you still want to arrest Potter than you are more than welcome to. Until then, don't open your trap."

Even as the little man opened his mouth to reply the girl said, "I don't care. I meant what I said. Shut up." Everyone was looking at her with varying degrees of emotion. Fudge's was anger, Bones's were curiosity and amusement, and Harry's were amazement with some amount of reverence mixed in. The rest weren't really important.

Ginny took a deep breath, before casting strong notice-me-not charms, silencing charms, aversion charms, compulsion charms, and any other charm or spell to ensure that Voldemort and his lackeys ignored the mass of people in the Atrium. She added an age line that prevented anyone over the age of seventeen from stepping over the boundaries of her wards. No sense of going through all that effort so a stupid prat could ruin it. "Remain silent and watch. I think you'll be surprised at what you see."

The fourteen year old shook slightly from magical and physical exhaustion. Just a little longer. I only need to stay conscious for a little bit longer. It was the only thought that allowed her to turn and face the door that her enemies would be entering from. As her abysmal luck held, the door was blown off its hinges mere moments after she had faced it.

If they don't believe what's right in front of them, I might just kill them. After all, the first wizard to walk through the new portal was Voldemort himself. His cold, high voice didn't strike fear into her as it would most. She had vanquished any hold the man had on her from her first year long ago. "You are a most troublesome child. Not even the Old Fool has given me this much trouble since I have returned."

Ginny allowed a confident smirk to overtake her features. "I'm glad to hear that I can out do Albus Dumbledore in something. Even if it's annoying a bastard who believes himself to be a Dark Lord."

His red, reptilian eyes narrowed. "I am a Dark Lord. Not only a Dark Lord but the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord that is most feared in history. I am Lord Voldemort!"

The red head was feeling a little suicidal, so with the extreme bravery that her house was known for the Gryffindor laughed. "Most feared Dark Lord? There are hundreds of others more worthy of that title, Tom." She smirked as the thing that claimed to be a human being's eyes widened. "Oh, yes, I know that name Tom Riddle. Those who deserve the title you are trying to claim are mostly from France, where uprisings like this happen ever half decade or so. You, Tom? You are nothing but a boy with Daddy issues. Is that why you hate muggles so much Tom? Because your father left your mother?"

Ginny watched with both trepidation and satisfaction as her words infuriated Voldemort. As he raised his wand there was acrack followed closely by another. The girl almost fainted in relief at the sight of Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall. As it was she kept herself on her feet only thanks to Harry putting an arm around her waist. She tried to ignore the feeling of pleasure that flooded her at the action and concentrated on the verbal spar that was going on between two very powerful wizards. Her favorite professor had retreated to stand beside the two teenagers, wand held at the ready to protect them.

"Hello Tom." Dumbledore's voice was even, as if he was going to invite his opponent to tea after the fight. Voldemort's response was far less cordial.

"You!" He hissed. "You told that girl what to say! You told her!"

Ginny couldn't help to intervene before the Headmaster of Hogwarts could respond. "Nope." She drew out the word enjoying Tom's rage. "It's not that hard to find out about your past as you think. I mean really? Making an anagram from your name to make an alias isn't the smartest thing to do. Neither is having an inflated ego, but I think you're far too gone to fix that. I mean you were what – fifteen, sixteen – when you developed I am Lord Voldemort from your real name Tom Marvolo Riddle." She grinned as she could practically feel her enemies rage rolling off of him. "And Tom? Just because I really don't like you, doesn't mean that I'm allied with Dumbledore."

The reptilian man hissed, "Then who are you allied with?"

Everyone seemed interested in that answer. Ginny gave a dismissive flick her wrist. She was careful to contain her magic as that hand also held her wand. "Like I said, doesn't matter who I follow. All that matters is that I'm currently your worst nightmare…I'm curious Tom, was I right? Am I your worst nightmare yet?"

The man snarled before hissing out in Parseltongue, "You are nothing but a sssilly girl."

Ginny smirked as she responded in kind. "Then you are nothing but a ssstupid boy."

There were gasps as she displayed was considered to be a 'dark' trait. It was only because of Perenelle and Nicolas constantly saying that she could and would make her own fate that gave her the confidence to use it. "Sssprisssed boy? You sssshouldn't think that you are the only ssspeaker."

Harry was the one who was the most surprised. He also looked oddly relieved. Probably glad to know that he isn't the only Parselmouth who isn't evil. Dumbledore intervened before Tom could continue to trade insults with her. "Really, Tom? Have you fallen so low that you are riled up by a mere teenager?"

The red eyes flicked back to the old man. "At least I am not a wanted criminal Dumbledore. This government is blind. When they find you, you are going to Azkaban Dumbledore."

Ginny choked and then started to howl with laughter, despite how much it hurt. When she felt all eyes on her and she had calmed down enough she said, "You really are stupid aren't you Tom?" She paused but cut him off before he could answer. "The Ministry isn't going to be able to ignore your return anymore, considering the fact that most of the important officials have been in this very room since you've entered it. Finite Incantatum."

She flicked her wrist towards the multitude of charms that concealed the crowd of Ministry employees, revealing them. "I mean really? If you were truly the greatest Dark wizard then you should have noticed all those charms."

Voldemort screamed in fury. "Avada Kedavra!"

Ginny waited until the last possible second before conjuring a gold shield, deflecting the spell to the ground, creating a hole. She vanished her defense before raising an eyebrow at him. "Is that the best you've got Tom? If so, I'm disappointed in your lack of creativity. Yet another reason that you will never be among the top ten of the worst Dark Lords in history."

He hissed, "You will pay." In Parseltongue before disappearing along with his lackeys. The fourteen year old looked at the spot where he had been and whispered. "I'd like to see you try Tom."

The babble of astonished ministry officials washed over the teen as she suddenly found her strength had deserted her. At least it lasted as long as it needed to. Was Ginny's thought before she fell down, taking Harry with her. She mumbled, "Sorry Potter."

She heard his soothing voice saying it was fine and McGonagall's Scottish brogue as she said that they would take her to St. Mungo's. "No!" Ginny knew that she couldn't go to the hospital. "No. No, hospitals. No hospitals."

She heard nothing from the two voices for a few minutes before McGonagall said softly. "Very well. No hospitals. Though I can't really blame you for that."

The fourteen year old kept herself from falling into the realms of unconsciousness for a little longer. "I mean it. No hospitals. And no hospital wings either."

This time it was Harry answered. "Of course Fury. No hospitals of any kind."

With that assurance the young witch allowed herself to fade into the sweet kingdom of unconsciousness.

Well, I suppose I lied just I tiny bit when I said that the update might be a little late but I always lie, so its nothing new. As for the languages in this chapter there isn't really much to say. Though I have decided that I would stop using Google Translate for large passages and just write the stuff in English. I apologize to those who are either French or speak the language fluently for butchering it. The same goes for Gaelic. (1) was French and meant 'Fucking Hell' (2) was Gaelic and meant 'Son of a Bitch' and (3) -Gaelic, (4)-French, and (5)-Spanish all meant the same thing. 'Fuck'. The language was a little stronger than usual in this update. I don't think that I have anymore to say about this update at the moment. I apologize for any errors. And before this update no one has offered to be my beta. Well, other than that Anonymous Reviewer.

EDIT 8/7/2014: A reviewer thought that I broke a cardinal rule with this chapter, that no shield could block the killing curse. Which is true, no magical shield can block it. The Golden shield was conjured (meaning it was a physical object) which in my mind is totally different. If physical objects can't block it then it would just keep going until it killed someone. I'll also admit that I'm not the first person to think of this idea, and I've seen several stories use the same thought process. As for why this idea wasn't clearly stated in canon I have no idea, but as it wasn't explicitly stated against I feel comfortable stating it. That's my reasoning anyway.