Gin stared down at the dead bodies of her former best friend and the only man she could ever care about, her dark eyes sparkling in happiness as her black hair flowed behind her in the wind.

She looked up to see herself, with baby blue eyes and soft blonde hair staring at the same scene. Her eyes filled with tears that slowly rolled down her face. Her body was transparent, almost like she was a ghost.

"I killed them," Dark Gin said with a smile. "Now I can live life peacefully."

"I wish that were so, but in reality you will never have a peaceful life."

Dark Gin glared at Light Gin, her dark eyes filled with hate and anger. "What the hell are you talking about? Those who have wronged me have been taken care of and that was what I wanted."

Light Gin looked up at Dark Gin with sad eyes. "If that is so, then why are you crying?"

Dark Gin glared at Light Gin before raising her hand to her face. Her cheek was wet. She pulled her hand back and looked at it with surprise. "What?" She looked back up to where the Light Gin had been standing, but she was gone.

Her surroundings came into focus then. She was back in her old room, holding the seventh book of Harry Potter. She opened the book and inside were words she didn't expect to see. Every page covered with the same words over and over again.

"Don't do this Gin, I love you."

Ginifer sat up in her bed. The black sheets were wrapped around her body as shetook several deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself.

Her mind wandered to the dream that was quickly slipping away. What did it mean? Who loved her? What was she supposed to do?

Her eyes glanced around the room, her hair flowing over her shoulders. She crept over to the mirror against the wall, holding the sheet firmly against her nude body. She looked at her reflection with surprise.

Her hair and eyes were flashing from dark to light, almost like she wasn't sure what she should be feeling or who she really was.

She closed her eyes to the sight and tried to clear her mind, but the words that Voldemort had said to her suddenly flew back into her head.

"Don't they both deserve to be punished…"

"You are all alone…"

"No one loves you…"

Her eyes flew open and she looked at herself again. She was back with black hair and black eyes. She smirked at the reflection before turning away from the mirror and crossing the room.

"Idiotic dream," she said as she dressed. She slipped the leather corset onto her body before calling for a maid. A young girl rushed into the room and quickly tied the corset and assisted with the rest of the dressing. A black dress that clung to her body was put on. The dress was sleeveless and was wrapped around her body. Her arms and shoulders were bare as the dress flared out at the waist. It was an elegant dress, and Gin smiled at herself in the mirror.

"The perfect dress…for a funeral," she said to herself. She sent the girl away and allowed her hair to flow passed her shoulders. She quickly applied some make-up to her eyes, making them appear darker than they actually were, before allowing Nagini to wrap around her waist and shoulders and leaving the room.

Tom walked down the hallway with thousands of thoughts running through his head. Yesterday, he had acted poorly, and he found himself wanting to apologize, something he had never wanted to do before.

He just couldn't stand to be in Dumbledore's presence knowing that the man was planning something and meddling, as he was prone to do. However, it wasn't Dumbledore he wanted to apologize to.

The Dark Element had shown him something yesterday that he had never seen before, at least that he could remember. She had been kind to him without looking for any sort of reward in return. She simply wanted to help him and he had never thanked her.

So now here he was roaming the halls searching for the girl. He had asked several people if they knew the girl's location, but all he got were strange looks or bad directions.

He finally found her in the library, reading some book and looking rather confused.

"Something I can help you with?" he said quietly after reaching her table. Tori looked up at him and smiled.

"Tom…sure, I could always use some help. Gin was always the expert on these types of things anyways."

He took a seat next to her and glanced at the ancient history books she was reading. He then looked at her in confusion.

"I don't understand. What exactly are you looking for?"

"A way to bring my best friend back."

Tom's eyes looked upon the girl as she searched frantically through the books. She seemed sad and upset over this entire affair. An affair that he caused with his attempts to become more powerful.

"I just…want to get her back. If I could just make her understand that I don't see Snape the way she does. It is just…"

"Just what?" Tom asked with some genuine interest. Tori turned to him and sighed.

"The darkness, the dark magic within me, when 'she' takes over everything falls through. I go a tad bit crazy and feel attracted to Snape, simply because I know of her attraction to him." She turned back to the books. "I've been looking for a way to somehow stop all this."

Tom watched as she tossed the book aside and then gathered her face in her hands. "This is crazy. I don't know what to do. I have never been this lost before."

Tom sighed before standing. "I know what to do."

Victoria looked up at him, her eyes wide with shock and wonder. "You…want to…?"

"Come on," he said in an impatient voice, not looking at her. "We have much to do and very little time in which to do it." With that he walked out of the library, not even looking back to see if she was following him.

It took Tori almost thirty seconds to realize what was happening before she was up and following him. When she finally caught up with him she grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Why are you helping me now, after you went through all the trouble to get me here in the first place?"

Tom didn't answer her or look at her for several seconds. He himself didn't know the actual reason, only that he felt compelled to do this. He reasoned with himself during those few seconds on why he would want to help her, but he could only come up with one answer that sounded right to him at that time.

"Because you did something that no one else has ever done before, and I feel I should return the favor."

Tori narrowed her eyes in confusion. "What did I do?"

Finally Tom turned and looked at her, right into her light brown eyes with his intense green ones.

"You were the first person to ever show me an ounce of kindness, and you did it despite of what I did to you."

Snape was sitting in his office with a glass of Firewhiskey in his hands, but he wasn't drinking it. In the days that had passed his mind was still contemplating the entire scene in front of Hogwarts, when Ginifer had admitted to being in love with him, and then the fact that she wanted to kill him.

I wanted you so much, even before I had met you in real life.

He closed his eyes as he thought about why he was dwelling on this girl and her infatuation with him. She surely couldn't really be in love with him, when she came from a world that considered him a fictional character.

I don't see you as a Deatheater.

She placed so much trust and faith in him, despite everything he had done. Despite the fact that in her world he wasn't real.

I'm surprised you recognize your dear, sweet, easily discarded Light element."

She was in so much pain, and that pain was helping to feed her anger. There had to be a way for them to stop this before she tried to kill them again. There had to be something he could…they could do.

It's too bad you had to pick Tori, cause I was more than ready to rock your world.

The words had affected him, more than he would have liked. Even know, thinking about them made him want to drink his glass of Firewhiskey, but he couldn't do that until he came up with a solution to the problem.

Your little lover will go with you.

Some way to bring Gin back to the real world, away from the dark magic she was currently immersed in.

You had no idea of my feelings toward you, and you probably never would.

Some way to bring her back to him, bring her back into his arms.

…I still love you…

He took a drink of his Firewhiskey.