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Chapter 20: Breaking Free
"Get up you pathetic weasel!" barked Voldemort cruelly. Alexandra lay shaking on the floor, her face covered in sweat, "How dare you let Malfoy escape! He was completely under my control!"
"M-master…I tried," Alex whimpered, pushing herself to her feet slowly. Pain shot through her body like lightening, she winced. The Dark Lord had just performed the Crucio curse upon her, for she had let Malfoy be taken away; she knew she should've stopped him.
"Don't try that with me Mackenzie! I know your secrets; I can read your mind! You have failed me and let it never happen again or the consequences shall be far more sever. Get out of my site!" her Master flicked his hand in annoyance, gesturing for her to leave.
Alex bowed low, pain coursed through her body again. As she exited the dark room her mind was set on revenge. She would make Granger pay, for all the trouble she had caused. How dare she take Draco away from her! He was hers! Alexandra was determined to please Voldemort this time round, she couldn't slip up again.
"What! Y-you're pregnant?" gasped Justin, his mouth open in surprise, "Ginny!"
"I wouldn't get too smug if I were you," replied Harry coldly, his face bitter. Ginny sighed sadly.
"Please, it was hard enough confessing to you. Don't fight about it too," she moaned, running her fingers through Harry's dark hair.
"I was only saying it was amazing," spat back Justin, "Unless you dislike the outcome? You wish you'd never found out? Too much time on your hands for the famous Potter to deal with a kid as well,"
"Hey! I never said that!" raged Harry, standing in anger. His eyes pierced Justin with his most evil glare. Justin shrugged.
"It's just how it seemed to me," he replied smartly. Harry growled, but Ginny interrupted.
"I guess I have to tell you who the father is now," Ginny said quietly, rising from her chair to join the two boys. Harry and Justin exchanged challenging frowns. Both the boy's hearts were high with anticipation.
"Now you're both really great guys and I think you're special…" she began.
"Apart from the fact that you were seeing him behind my back," muttered Harry darkly. Ginny gave an exasperated cry.
"Will you just let me finish?" she fumed, her voice rising in anger. "The father of my baby is Harry,"
Harry shot Justin a triumphant grin; he'd be able to look after the baby with just himself and Ginny. Maybe they could even move in together after school had finished. But Ginny hadn't completed her statement. Justin looked happy, he was smiling.
"…but I want Justin to be there as well, to help raise the kid." Ginny breathed out.
"WHAT?" Harry shouted, turning to Ginny in rage, "This is our baby! It has nothing to do with him! Why bring him into the picture when he's off with someone else! He probably doesn't even care!"
"You're right Harry," Justin grinned and shot Ginny a nasty looked. "I'm in fact quite relieved that you're the father. You have all that extra baggage, never being able to fulfil a proper career after schools over, being kept awake at night from the screaming. Even if I was the father, I would've dumped her straight away. Ah Potter, you get all the luck,"
And with that Justin turned on his heel and marched from the Gryffindor common room, smiling wildly to himself. Harry's mouth had gone dry in disgust.
"Bastard," said Ginny coldly, "I knew he was only in it for the ride,"
"Don't worry about him Gin, he's just a player. Listen, we're gonna have a family and be great parents. We're gonna be fine, we'll just love this baby ok?" said Harry exitedly, placing his hand on Ginny's stomach. Ginny smiled warmly up at him and squeezed his hand.
"I'm glad you took it so well, it must be hard for you though. To raise a kid when your parents were never there to help you," Ginny kissed his cheek. However Ginny's words struck him deep. She was right, he never remembered a single moment with his parents, since they had died when he was only one.
Harry's eyes suddenly filled with tears, involuntarily. He didn't want to cry, he'd gotten over his parents death ages ago. It's just…now that he would be a parent, it brought back memories.
"Harry?" Ginny's voice was full of concern. Harry apologized to Ginny and rushed upstairs to his cool, dark dormitory. There he flung himself onto the bed and cried into his pillow…
Draco sat nervously in his cabin, tapping his feet on the floor. There was nothing to do here! What did Dumbledore and the others expect him to do to enjoy himself…count the flowers outside? It was so bland and lonely in the cabin, Draco noticed.
A tawny brown owl suddenly slammed into the window, making Malfoy jump about a foot in the air.
"Why am I getting mail? I've only been here for a few hours," Draco thought, a little puzzled. He rose, but as he did so, a sharp hot pain shot across his forehead. He clapped a hand to his crinkled brow.
"You will never escape me Malfoy. You can never win," A shiver ran down the Head Boy's spine as Voldemort's powerful voice echoed inside his head. Hermione's face suddenly flashed across Draco's mind; a burst of courage seeped through him.
"I'm not giving in!" he shouted into the air. He wasn't really sure if Voldemort could hear him but he didn't care. He was feeling much better, he hadn't felt queasy the whole day; which was an improvement from the previous week.
Draco smiled to himself, because he knew now that he could beat this curse. Everyday he felt his body break one more chain of the Dark Lord's hold.
Malfoy went into the flourishing garden at the front of the house and picked up the injured owl that had crashed into the window. He took it inside and placed it upon the table. A note was attached to its leg; he untied it and read:
Think about everything you've done to me. You're hearts desire will be gone by the time you return. You never should have crossed me, because now your payback is at hand. She will never hear your voice or feel the touch of your skin again, I love you.
Malfoy felt the blood drain out of his face.
"Hermione!" he breathed in sharply, she was in trouble! He reread the note:
"You never should have crossed me…payback." Draco muttered, "I love you,"
His brain suddenly clicked. Alexandra! Draco clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He felt as though an iron clamp had hold of his heart. His only love, Hermione, was in trouble…Alexandra had done something to her.
Suddenly, his thoughts became jam packed inside his brain. His emotions ran wild, flashbacks danced and shot through him. His father, the death eater, had always been cruel to him, he always hurt Draco deeply. Hermione, always brought him joy and happiness. The vision of that pale, white face with red slits for eyes burned into his brain. His anger intensified, he would not submit to Voldemort's thoughts. His chest was almost bursting with pain…was his heart breaking? With a yell, Draco's body gave a violent shudder and he fell to the floor, unconcious.
Hermione rose from the Gryffindor breakfast table, laughing at Ginny's joke as the red-head led her out of the Great Hall.
"What's up?" Hermione asked, a little concerned. She stopped and faced Ginny.
"Nothing!" Ginny squeaked, a little too suspiciously. Hermione gave a chuckle.
"C'mon Gin, we're best friends. We never hide anything from each other…so spill," Hermione looked down into Ginny's eyes, searching her face. Ginny sighed.
"I-I'm pregnant," she stuttered quietly. Hermione let out an excited squeal.
"Are you serious?" she lowered her voice as Ginny motioned for her to keep it quiet.
"Yes and I've told Harry. He's really supportive!" Ginny hugged Hermione as the estatic brunette congradulated her, "I'd be reallyappreciative if you'd be it's godmother,"
"Wow! Of course, I'd be honoured!" Hermione grinned, patting Ginny on the shoulder. "I'm really happy for you,"
Ginny thanked her and bade Hermione farewell as she joined Ron to attend Quidditch practice. Hermione's heart was light, she was going to be a godmother! Her thoughts still on Ginny's exciting news, Hermione's walked towards her common room; she had some more study to do.
However in her happy state, she didn't notice Mackenzie who was slinking close behind her. Hermione strode down the long corridor which led to the portrait hole of the Head's common room. She had almost reached the doorway when something heavy hit her from behind.
She crashed to the floor, her head making heavy contact with the hard carpet. Her head swum with nausea as she felt heavy hands clasped around her shoulders. Hermione moaned in pain, her head throbbing, her pulse booming in her ears almost defening her. She felt her hands being tied tightly behind her back with thick cord, which cut into her wrists.
Hermione felt herself being turned over onto her back and she tried to sit up to take a look at her attacker, but her head was so fuzzy that her vision was cloudy. Alexandra saw Hermione straining to catch a glimpse of her face, so in a jealous rage the vicious Slytherin pulled the Gryffindor to her feet and slammed her into the cold stone wall.
Hermione felt herself being smashed into the wall, knew everything was hopeless and fell into darkness…