Chapter 29
Ginerva looked around with a frown. Where did he go? She had seen him and was sure, he saw her, too. Then he had turned around and she lost him in the crowd. Many guests had left already, too. He wasn't here anymore. She let out an angry sight. She had seen Susan somewhere and even her idiotic brother Percy had been here! The boy hadn't even spoken to her; instead he had simply ignored her, speaking with Amelia about something. The woman had hurried away for something seeming very important. She rubbed her bare arms. It had been warm in the midst of the feast but know it was becoming quite cold. Merlin, she could even see her own breath in the air in front of her! They should really do something against it! Was the air-conditioning overworking? Her father had told her that it happened sometimes. She would go to get her coat and then go back to the camp. Her father had shown her a short way to the room when she had been here to see the Potter shoved through the veil. Going through the next door she went down an already dark hallway. Suddenly she tripped, hitting her head. She could see everything go completely black.
When her vision came back, she laid on the ground. She felt even colder now. She managed to get up an hurried along and a few doors passed her. Then she opened another door. Coats were lined up on coat hooks in front of her. Smiling she walked down the lines and quickly discovered her own. She grabbed it and turned to orientate herself to find the door, putting on the coat. It was even colder down here. Something moved. She froze. Her coat had left a hole in the line and she could see the other line. The coats there were moving. Here was no wind! It got colder. She turned, looking around the room. A quiet thought tickled her mind. If most people were gone, why were there still this many coats? Had she been unconscious for so long the normal workers had come back again to do their work? If this was the case, why had nobody found her in the hallway? She called a quick tempus. It was two o'clock in the morning. A red glow -she was almost not able to see it- hit her and she struggled to keep standing. He could hear her wand fall down and saw it roll behind another line of coats. A quite whisper of cloth reached her ear. More moving coats in the edge of her vision caught her attention. Black coats came alive and the coldness sucked her body warmth away. Dementors. The room was full of dementors! She looked around trying to see her wand. And saw a pale hand taking it up behind the line of dementors without any sound. Fear. It was the pure feeling of fear paralyzing her in place. No memories played in her head. Someone sold her out to dementors. Someone took her wand away so she couldn't do anything against it. She starred at the creatures hovering closer. Why didn't she notice sooner? Runes on the coats -sewn in with black yarn- glowed light blue for a few heartbeats. Somebody had given them new coats. Somebody wanted them to kiss her. A cold hand touched her arm, sending the feeling through the coat directly into her body. Mist was feeling the room. She felt her strength leave her. The dementor pulled her closer like a lover in a dance would do. Her head fell away like the one of a puppet. She saw a shadow of someone in the mist, blue fire burned in the air like little flames reported in swamps. A cold hand turned her head around. Something touched her mouth. And her torture began.
|At the end his plan involved the decimating of the Death Eaters with the help of the basilisk and without the 'Lord' noticing the snake because he asked to not speak while moving through the pipes. Snape and Malfoy were acting like the obeying underlings and were 'searching' for the 'lost' Death Eaters. They simply went into the Slytherin common room and held the students back. Well, there had been the moment when Voldemort found him down in the chambers and hunted him through the tunnel into the forbidden forest. He was just lucky that the basilisk liked him more than the older wizard. It became a bit more complicated when the remaining Death Eaters tried to hold him out of the school. They fled out of it after the basilisk acted in his anger about the hurting of the 'nestling'. It was remarkable the snake only wanted the marked humans. He should have asked him if he could 'smell' the magic of the mark. He didn't know exactly what happened. In one moment a green spell hit him and a sudden pressure wave felled every attacker of him. He felt fire pulsating around him. His breath was hot. Something looking like dark mist rose out of his scar. The wave had torn the wand of Dumbledore out of the hand of the wizard. He lunged at it, while the Death Eaters got back up. Spells and curses flew over him, missing him. He got his hands on the wand. Another green spell hit him. Fire exploded in every direction.|
The message of the disappearance of the dementors was like someone tried to gut him with a dull knife. The message of Ginerva Weasley kissed drove the knife even deeper into him. There was a massive panic in the community of wizards. What was surprising was the fact there wasn't the slightest trace how the dementors managed to get into the ministry at all! And even now there wasn't any trace of them! Dumbledore paced around in his office. Arthur and Molly were devastated at the loss of their girl who had been on the best way to become a professional player. Now she was in the hospital and nobody knew what they should do with her. The cold feeling in his gut settled. He would also be attacked. He had been the main manipulator in the whole game. He needed a place! He needed a safe place to go!
"You know, when I said 'take everything connected to you from the ministry to stop them from controlling you' I didn't say you could bring it here," Baltor looked at the dementors. "And why did you bring that?" He pointed at the wide ark with the veil of not-quite-here-or-there hanging from it. "We didn't bring it from there. It was here. You are powerful, dark one. You can help us to gain more power to take this fortress again as ours. And you will be our king," the dementor in front of him whispered into his mind. Baltor, who had wanted to take a sip from his wine, spit it out, coughing. "What? Why?" he got out. "You are the new keeper. You have the flame. The clan was hidden on earth. We went away when the fortress fell. The power was divided and sealed away. We will serve you as you are the new keeper. We will help you to restore your old body with the old blood to give you full control over your fire. And then we will take our territory once more, together with the fortress built in the mountains who burry the remains of the ancient dragons." Baltor looked at them, looked around the throne room they were in, looked out of the window. "The greenhouses...you needed to eat, right?" "Now just our food needs to eat. Now the flame has an active keeper it will feed us." The wizard looked at the wine in his hands and downed it like water.
|Blue and burning flames raced over the grounds burning everything there. Screams tore through the silence of the night. He felt warm earth under him. He felt ash. He smelled smoke, ash and burned flash. He opened his eyes not knowing when he had closed them. Voldemort was a human torch. His body was feeding the flames burning him. And his followers burned, too. He forced himself to stand up. Burned earth under him and burning humans rolling on the ground trying to stop the flames around him. He saw the long body of a snake burning on the ground. The screams stopped and night got silent again. He looked up. The moon was pale was full, he could see the wolves in the wood. And then the Dementors came like a dark army, blue fire burning in empty eye socks. They were a chain, holding a shield and shoving the creatures and every other attacker back in the forest and forcing them to feed their lust of blood on each other. He looked to the castle. Three persons were running to him. The two first ones were blond and running meters before the last one with black hair. "Dumbledore saw everything! He is writing the ministry to catch you for dark magic and murder!" Snape got out. Lucius took him and together with his son and they ported away with a portkey.|
