"Get packed and come wake me
up, OK?" York said, dashing up the stairs. She hadn't slept that whole
night, and needed at least 5 minutes to recharge.
She didn't pause once she reached
the second landing, and as she darted up the stairs to Ginny's room she
slowly began to weaken. Right before she reached the doorway she crumpled
on the stairs and was fast asleep.
"Asleep again I see," a cold
voice echoed in York's mind. It would cause any normal person to shiver
in their spot and turn whiter then a ghost.
"I killed one follower, what's
that fifty six to go," York said rather calmly. She seemed almost happy
to hear this voice inside her head.
"Yes, you did kill Nagini,
but she did have the vital weakest, of course I expect you to know it.
Besides, I've already killed you at one time, so, I could do it again,"
the voice responded as though he was challenging her to talk back.
"As long as Harry is safe it
doesn't matter," she stated sharply, making her point very clear.
"No need to raise your voice,"
the man yelled back, "He'll find out sooner of later what you are, you
do realize that don't you?"
"I suppose he will, but it
won't matter when he does," York yelled sharply again, a smile began to
form on her face, "Besides you're no match for me even if we were to fight
now. I've become more powerful then you, Thomas."
"Stop saying that name! I am
no longer Thomas. You of all people should realize that," the voice spat
out. A great ache began to grasp York's shoulder and she squeaked in pain,
"Nagini should have swallowed this arm."
It felt to York like an evil
hand was squeezing her shoulder. Her eyes shot open, and she jumped up
from the steps, yelping in a great pain.
Ginny looked at her, rather
confused, from her bedroom; during Yorks short nap Ginny had climbed over
her to get her trunk ready.
"Are you OK?" Ginny asked,
stepping forward. York massaged her shoulder and walked towards Ginny,
the injury on her shoulder was bleeding profusely, and had begun running
down her arm.
York grabbed her shoulder to
stop the bleeding, while Ginny tore the sheets off her bed and tied Yorks
arm tightly.
"Step back, Ginny," York said
weakly, pushing her away with her free arm.
"No, you're hurt, I have to
dress the wound," Ginny said, trying to get closer.
"The poison from the snake
will kill you, now step back," York said, rather forcefully pushing Ginny
off her feet and onto the wooden floor.
She spoke truthfully; as York
tore the sheet away from her arm, she closed her eyes and a soft sound
filled the room. Actually York had closed her mouth and was singing loudly
inside of it.
Light green acid-like poison
was being forced out of the wound, along with a great deal of York's blood.
Ginny was growing slightly green at the sight of all the blood staining
her bedroom floor.
Footsteps headed up the stairs,
and York turned to see Ron standing in Ginny' s doorway. Before he'd said
a word York turned to the door and slammed it closed without using her
wand.
-----
"Hey! Let me in!" Ron said,
pounding his fists on the yellow painted door. The door nearly automatically
locked and Ron stood there twisting and turning the door knob.
"What's going on?" Harry asked,
climbing the stairs after he'd heard the door slam.
"Your governess locked the
door so I couldn't get in," Ron said giving the door a swift kick, "And
she was bleeding all over Ginny's floor."
With a frustrated sigh, Ron
kicked the door again and sat down on the stairs.
"They'll be out soon," Harry
said, trying to make Ron smile a little bit, "Did you get that parchment
next to your pillow?"
"Parchment?," Ron questioned,
"Did Pig come back last night?"
"Yeah, I took the note off
his leg so that he'd be quiet," Harry explained. Ron got up off Ginny's
step and ran down the stairs; Harry heard him run up his own set of stairs
and shut his bedroom door behind him.
Harry slowly sat down on the
steps and waited for York and Ginny to come out.
-----
"Have to read the letter,
have to read the letter," was all that filled Ron's mind as he speed
up his bedroom stairs. Just like Harry had said, the parchment was sitting
next to his pillow. Ron smacked himself for not seeing it that morning
before breakfast.
Quickly shacking the message
open he read to himself;
Dear Ron,
I've never heard of the
ability to make something appear in ones hand without the use of a wand.
I'll check in 'Un-common Magical Happens' and write back if I get an answer.
I'll be in Diagon Alley
on August 26 if you'd like to meet up there. Sorry this is so short I'm
about to go on holiday.
Love from
- Hermione
Ron sighed, and shoved the
parchment in his pocket. He hadn't gotten the answer to his question "Should
I or shouldn't I trust this York girl?" he'd pondered the thought that
had haunted him ever since he'd first seen her.
Although he couldn't place
whom she reminded him of, York did remind Ron of someone.
"I'll just have to keep an
eye on her," Ron said to himself, as he headed over towards his shelves
to see if he'd forgotten anything.
-----
"Just a little more," York
said to herself. Her knuckles had gone white as she continued to squeeze
her shoulder tightly. Ginny was still being forced to stay away from her
as she performed this.
Ginny was become concerned
with her well-being.
The small humming noise stopped,
and York opened her eyes. Ginny was sitting on top of her bed trying to
pull up her blankets so nothing else would get stained.
York was breathing deeply,
and with a snap of her blood covered fingers, a large glass vial appeared.
The vial nearly sucked up the poison leaving the blood stains on the floor.
"I'm sorry about the stains,
I'll get them out," York said weakly, trying to get to her feet. Ginny
jumped off her bed and supported her uninjured shoulder so she could get
up faster.
"I don't need any help," York
said, pushing Ginny slightly away from her, which left a bloody hand print
on Ginny's shoulder. York kneeled down next to the blood, and snapped her
fingers again. Another vial appeared, this time made of crystal. She unscrewed
the cap and the blood instantly flew inside it.
York turned away from Ginny
slowly, and drank the vial quickly so Ginny wouldn't get sick. She winced
in a small pain when it slide down her throat. Her shoulder began to tighten
up and the puncture was shrinking. It disappeared and York had her arm
perfectly bandaged again.
Turning back towards Ginny
she smiled, "I'll all right now," she said, "Come on, the boys are probably
ready to get going."
Ginny nodded and they started
packing her things. While York pocketed the bottle full of Nagini's poison.
"This could come in handy,"
she said with an evil smile.