Title: Guilty By Association
Author: Tiny Q
E-Mail: one_legged_lesbian_seagull@hotmail.com
A/N HI! I am so so so so so so so sooooooo sorry that this took so long to come out! I was going to post it before my first exam and then post the epilogue on Canada Day but then ffnet went down. To make matters worse, there were no Canada Day riots this year on Whyte Ave. ~sob~ And I was looking SO forward to going! JK! He He He! Oh well. What can you do? Well this is the last chapter. ~sob~ Anyhoo. There will be an epilogue just to tie up all them loose little ends that just slipped out from under my fingers. But other than that, it's done. Well yes, read: 'The Search' by Tabbycat2000! It was a very big inspiration to me and got me wanting to write a detective type story. It's dreadfully under reviewed, so go review and make her happy! Oh, I was reading Macbeth in English while I was writing this, so if it seems a little off or even a little melodramatic, that's why. Stupid stupid Shakespeare. And just a reminder: I OWN NOTHING!!!!
Guilty By Association
Chapter 12
Temporary Insanity
Tabitha Murphy stood in the center of the chaos completely dumbfounded. It all made sense now, such horrible sense. Voldemort never cared about her any more than a means to gain more power. 'How could I be so stupid? And naive?'
Looking back on her life, Tabitha realized that she could have been an entirely different person if she had not chosen that one path that lead to all the other horrible routes. She could have been a much better person. One who used her powers for good rather than evil. She would have been better if she had never sought revenge on those who had murdered her parents.
It was in the murderers' deaths that she found so much thrill, so much adrenaline and excitement and fear all rolled into one nice little package. The fact that she had enjoyed her first kill made her seek out another and another until she met Voldemort. He had made her promises of unfathomable power and wealth and most of all, more chances to kill. 'I was young,' she thought, 'I was fourteen. He took advantage of me. Made me see things his way rather than that of the way my parents would have guided me.' She agreed with this idea.
'That's bull shit and you know it,' a little voice in her head said. One that reminded her very much of her mother. 'You are just making up excuses like you always do so as not to feel guilty. There is no way in hell that you were simply guilty by association.'
'Shut up,' she hissed at the voice.
'You know I'm right,' it chided. 'I am always right and I always will be.'
'I don't care,' she mentally hissed and felt herself jerk forward. Snapping back to reality, she realized that someone had bumped into her. She surveyed the scene before her. People were still battling and dueling. Calling out in rage and pain. She looked to the ground to see that a fair amount of people had fallen. From both sides. Suddenly an idea popped into her head. 'I should help,' she thought slowly in a daze. 'He was going to steal my powers, so why not use these powers that he wanted so much to steal his army.' She grinned slightly, a mad glint to her eyes.
"Accio wand," she whispered under her breath, extending her right hand. A few moments latter her mahogany wand flew from it's position on the floor and into her hand. She smiled down on it and began to move slowly forward, looking for her first Death Eater. It didn't take long, and before she knew it she was killing everyone of them in sight, regardless if they were friend or foe.
'I'm not that spiteful,' she thought, blocking out the screams of Kathleen Macy as her skull slowly shrank, crushing her brain. 'I just don't like to be betrayed.' As she traveled through the building, she began to notice that people were stepping away from her. 'I'm helping them,' she thought pityingly, 'And they are scared of me. So sad.'
She shrugged and continued walking around. 'I need to find Voldemort,' she thought slowly. 'We have unfinished business.' She saw a glint of blond out of the corner of her eye and turned, expecting to see Lucius Malfoy. She felt her anger grow as she realized it was his son, Draco.
She had wanted to kill him, she really had. Twice she had tried. First to toss him off his broom, but he escaped that one. So she had tried to have him stay over at her flat the next night, then while he was asleep she would kill him. She was then going to ransack her apartment and bruise herself up a bit and say the Death Eaters had came during the night and that there was nothing she could have done. She laughed aloud.
But then that little-'No,' she corrected herself, 'She is a good head taller than me.' That tall red head just had to keep him at her place, nice and safe and comfy. Her plan for revenge had been sweet. So sweet. And it had almost worked.
Tabitha saw a flurry of movement in front of her and realized that she had once again drifted off into her own little world. She looked across at the two blond Malfoys who were dueling. 'They look so much alike,' she thought lightly. To her left she saw a glint of red hair and turned to find Ginny Weasley moving towards the duelers. 'Speak of the devil,' she thought with a smirk and kept her eyes on the woman as she made her way through the battling crowd.
She grinned slightly as she saw the woman move rapidly towards the younger of the two blonds and shove him out of the way of, what Tabitha suspected to be, the usual Death Eater knife. She simply stood there and watched as the woman died slowly in his arms.
"Ginny!" he screamed after a moment of shaking her, realizing that she wouldn't wake. With a snap Tabitha came out of her temporary insanity. She looked around herself, wide eyed. Everywhere she looked was carnage. Looking down at her hands she found blood on them. 'What . . .' she thought numbly. 'What came over me?' She looked towards Draco and his dead Ginny. 'I could have helped,' she thought with sudden anger, for the first time in a long time, directed at herself. 'I could have saved her.'
She walked slowly towards the couple, seeing Harry and the rest of them also moving towards them. 'I could have done something, anything,' she thought. A sudden horrible thought struck her. 'This is all my fault. I betrayed them. She never would have been here if it wasn't for me. I made her life miserable. I was the one who made her attracted to all those horrible men. And just when she finds some happiness, I kill her.' She hated herself at that moment even more than not being there when her parents had died. 'I am never going to live past this,' she thought. 'I will never amount to anything anymore. Nothing more than a Death Eater.'
"You!" she heard someone scream and looked down to see Draco glaring up at her. Somehow she had managed to stop a few feet from the couple. He was clutching Ginny's body tightly in his arms, now covered in her blood. "This is all your fault!"
She looked down at him numbly. "I know," was all she could bring herself to say. He looked up at her in disbelief and was about to say something when Harry arrived on the scene.
"Oh my god!" he gasped. "Ginny . . . is she . . ." he trailed off. Tabitha looked at him and felt guilt flood her senses. He looked so hurt as he stood there looking weak on his feet and stared from Draco to the dead woman. Then he turned accusingly to her. "You," he hissed, walking menacingly towards her, wand drawn. "This is your doing. First Ron and Hermione now Ginny! What is wrong with you?!"
She stood there, staring at him. For the life of her she couldn't think of anything to say. Looking past him she let her eyes rest on Ginny. 'I will never amount to anything anymore,' she repeated in her head. 'Never.' There was a sudden cry of horror and Tabitha looked up to see Hermione crying hard into her husband's shoulder. Ron turned furious eyes on her and made a move to jump her but Dudley came behind him and held his shoulder. 'Never.' She paused for a moment. 'I can fix this,' she thought. 'I have the power. I can fix this.'
"I can fix this," she said aloud. Harry stopped in his tracks.
"What?" he asked in confusion.
"I can fix this," she repeated, feeling confidence rise within her. "I can fix this and make everything better. I can."
"How?" Draco demanded from the ground. "How can you make this better? She's dead!" Tabitha looked at him, her eyes getting even wider.
"I know," she snapped. "And I can make it better. Just give me a chance."
"Why should we?" Ron demanded. "You caused this in the first place, why should we trust you? How do we know you won't just betray us again?"
"Because," Tabitha said slowly, shifting her eyes back to Ginny's still form. "If you don't, she is going to be six feet under. What ever you decide, decide quickly. She only has a few more minutes before she moves on."
"Moves on?" Harry asked in confusion but stepped away from her. She slowly moved towards the fallen woman.
"The soul has about five minutes before it moves on to the after life. Until then it is just floating in limbo, waiting." She knelt down on the opposite side the woman of Draco. "You have to place her on the ground," she said softly. He looked at her from under a mess of hair with red, puffy eyes. "I can't do any more harm." She assured him. After a moment he released her body and placed it on the ground. She reached out to remove the knife from Ginny's chest. Draco's hand shot out and stopped her. She looked at him.
"She said it would make it worse," he said in a soft voice.
"It will make it worse if she awakens and there is still a knife in her chest to kill her again," Tabitha said hastily and brushed his hand aside. She clutched the handle, so much like her own, and slowly pulled it out. She looked at it momentarily before placing it on the ground beside her. "When she awakes," she began, placing her wand on the ground as well and rolling up her sleeves. "She will have lost a lot of blood." She saw him nod.
'This is it,' she thought. 'This is the end. The end to this horrid life. At least I can make something of it with my death.' Taking a deep breath she placed her left hand over Ginny's heart and her right over her forehead. Taking another deep calming breath, she closed her eyes and cleared her mind. Envisioning what she wanted to do, she felt a slight jerk as her power made a connection with Ginny's body.
It was a spell she had come across when she had first began to research. A simple life transferring charm often used by doctors to transfer small amounts of their own life to save another. She had discovered that if one did it just right, they could transfer all of their own life to bring back another. She had never tried it and had never heard of it happening in over a thousand years, but it wasn't like she had anything to lose.
A wave of warmth washed over her, and she let her body move with it, letting out a small sigh. She could feel her life energy draining from her body, from her soul. 'It's working,' she thought giddily. 'It's actually working.' Putting more effort into it, she made the transfer go faster. She was running out of time. Ginny was running out of time.
Her body was beginning to sag, she felt ever inch of it fighting to keep what little energy it had left, only to have it ripped from it's grasp. She struggled to keep her hands in place, not wanting to break the connection too soon. She didn't want to live anymore. 'Just . . . a . . .little . . . more . . .' she thought, feeling the herself drain out through her hands. 'There,' she thought with weary satisfaction, feeling the last of her drain out.
With a soft and final sigh she let go. Let go of everything. She felt herself drifting back. Back into a darkness darker than her mind. It was like she was in space, soft and soothing. To her left she saw something shimmery and ghost like move past her. 'I wonder if I look like that,' she wondered briefly, though lost all track of conscious thought as she saw a light moving towards her. 'So beautiful,' she thought with a smile, moving towards it.
~*~
Ginny Weasley found herself in an infinite void. Everywhere she looked was darkness and nothingness. She couldn't hear, smell or touch anything. She was just there. Yet somehow she wasn't scared. Nothing about the void seemed at all out of the ordinary. It was just like being in a womb.
'I am dead, aren't I?' she wondered. 'Is this what I am going to see for the rest of eternity?' She tried to think of what had brought her to this void, yet nothing seemed to make sense. She remembered a feeling of desperation and then a sharp pain that seemed to fill her very essence. Things became fuzzy and then she found herself here. She didn't know how she got here, she just all of a sudden, was.
'How long am I going to be here?' she wondered, feeling a pang of homesickness in her chest. 'I left things behind that I wasn't supposed to,' she thought. 'Everything is so cloudy though, that I can't remember what.' She tried to look around the void for answers, though there was nothing but nothingness. She returned her eyes to the spot they were before and gasped.
There was a light before her. Small in size but it seemed to give off immense warmth. 'I wonder if this is what they say it is,' she thought in awe, 'A light. If it is, it's beautiful . . .' As she waited, floating, the light seemed to come closer. It's warmth seeming to engulf her. Every bit of her wanted so much to go to it. 'So . . . warm . . .' she thought and attempted to move towards it.
'But what of the things you are leaving behind?' a little voice in her head asked.
'They don't matter,' she thought, 'Only the warmth matters.'
The light was gradually coming closer and she could feel her anticipation growing, yet the little voice was relentless. 'What about your family? What about your friends? What about . . . Draco?' Ginny felt her heart drop a bit at the mention of his name.
'But I died,' she responded. 'I died, it's my time to move on. I can't go back . . . I don't even know the way.' The light suddenly stopped. 'What?' she wondered. Something seemed to grab her around the waist, like strong arms, and she could feel herself being pulled back. Away from the light, away from the warmth. 'No!' she thought, as her body got colder. 'It's so cold! I want to be warm. Never cold . . . never cold.'
The force around her waist jerked and she began to move away faster. Every inch of her screamed to fight, to go back to the light that was quickly escaping from view. It was now but a tiny dot. 'I'm so cold,' she thought numbly. 'How can it be so cold? It was never this cold before. I just can't seem to remember . . ." she trailed off as a misty apparition sped past her. 'Why does that thing look so familiar?' she wondered numbly, distracting herself momentarily from the cold that seemed to penetrate her everywhere.
Slowly she could hear something. 'It sounds like someone is crying,' she thought. 'Why are they crying?' the sound became louder and more refined. If she listened closely, it sounded more like many people crying. 'Why are they crying?' she wondered again. 'And why is it so cold?' The cold that she had felt had lightened a bit to give way to a different type of cold. A damp cold. 'It's like I fell in water or something . . .' she thought.
She could hear voices now. Many voices. Some in pain, others in triumph. 'Sounds like some sort of battle . . .' she thought. 'A battle?' Suddenly something struck her mind. 'Hermione?' she thought seeing an image of her friend being held on a stage. 'She got away,' she assured herself. 'Ron came, with back up.' She paused for a moment. 'But how did I die?'
'Draco,' the little voice hissed softly.
Ginny gasped and pried her eyes open, sitting bolt upright. She began breathing heavily. It was like she hadn't been breathing and her lungs were now desperate for air. 'Of course they would be,' she thought, looking straight ahead at nothing. 'I was dead.'
"Ginny?!" she heard someone say in disbelief to her right. She slowly turned to see who had said it only to see the tear streaked face of Draco Malfoy. She simply looked at him, wide eyed. 'Why am I still so cold?' she wondered.
There was something on his face and she stared at it, knowing that she should know what it was. 'Blood,' she thought after a moment with horror. She looked at the rest of his body to see that he was covered in it. Her breath became short and she moved her hand to see if he was alright only to see blood on her hands as well. 'Merlin,' she thought frantically, looking down at both her hands which were covered in blood. She began to look frantically at the rest of her body only to find even more blood across her chest and stomach. 'It's on the floor,' she thought with fear. 'It's everywhere. Why is there so much blood?!'
A sick realization struck her. 'The blood is making me cold,' she covered her face with her hands, feeling the blood on them smear against her cold skin. 'It's all over me. Is this how I died? Did I bleed to death?'
"It's alright Ginny," she heard Draco say softly. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her to him. 'Warmth,' she thought thankfully and attempted to put herself closer. "You're safe now," he assured her and tightened his grip. She clung to him as though her life depended on it and he pulled her tighter yet, burying his face in her hair. "Don't ever leave me again," he whispered in her ear.
"I won't," she whispered back, increasing her grip.
"I can't believe it," she heard Hermione say after a moment. Looking to her left she saw her standing in Ron's arms, looking down at her with red puffy eyes. Shifting her own eyes Ginny saw everyone from the Bureau standing there. 'Tabitha is missing,' she thought after a moment. Something told her that Tabitha wasn't supposed to be there anymore.
'A mole,' she heard the little voice whisper. 'Tabitha was the mole.' The events of the past two weeks came rushing back to her. 'Where is she then?' she thought, anger beginning to rise in her. 'She caused all this, where is she now?' Something beside her caught her eye and she looked down at an object she had at first brushed off as simply a pile of robes. There was blond hair flowing out of the end of it. She let out a gasp.
"Tabitha," she said hoarsely. "Is she . . ." She looked down at the woman, not being able to grasp the fact that there was no blood, yet she seemed to be, "Dead?" she forced out.
"She did it for you Gin," Harry said suddenly, kneeling down beside her and Draco to cover them with his cloak. She looked up at him with an awed expression.
"But why?" she croaked. "After all she did?" He shrugged.
"Guilt," Draco said from beside her, pulling his face away from her hair. His grip on her tightening even more so it was almost painful. "Bloody guilt." She closed her eyes and lent back against him. 'I'll deal with this latter,' she thought, 'I'm so tired right now.'
"FIRE!" a voice sliced through her mind. She snapped her eyes open and looked towards the source of the voice. Someone was standing on the stage above them pointing to the far corner of the building. Sure enough the crates that seemed to occupy the space were aflame. She looked back at the others to see them all turn accusingly to Seamus.
"It wasn't me!" he said defensively. "I don't always blow things up!" He looked angrily towards the fire. There was a sudden explosion and more crates were caught in the flames. It began to spread quickly around the building. "Err . . . ok. That was me," he muttered, a red tinge forming on his cheeks.
"We have to get out of here," Ginny heard and felt Draco say from beside her.
"He's right," Dudley said from his position behind Ron. "This building is too old." As if to prove his point, a section of the balcony above the fire fell, throwing a few Death Eaters from it.
"The meeting place!" a sickly evil voice cut through the air. For an instant the fighting stopped then within one second it seemed that all the Death Eaters had Apparated away, with one gigantic pop.
"Damn," she heard Seamus swear under his breath. He then lifted his wand to his mouth. "Evacuate!" he screamed into it as it magically amplified his voice. "Take the bodies!" Everyone in the building seemed to jump into action. People were magically lifting bodies of allies and enemies alike and quickly heading for the exits.
Lowering his wand, Seamus turned to them. "We have to get out. Now. The fire's spreading." She looked around to see most of the building was engulfed in flames. The crates that she had seen the first day she found the building had all been pushed aside and seemed to be ebbing the fire on. There was a loud explosion in the far left corner.
"The crates!" she heard Harry gasp. "They must have the explosives in them from New Years!" Everyone around them looked with sickening horror as more of the crates began to explode. Ginny began looking around frantically. Everywhere she looked was flame and people running. A thick, black smoke was hazing the air, making it difficult to breathe. With a grunt Draco stood up, pulling her with him.
"Can you walk?" he asked her, not letting go. She nodded and attempted to step away from him, only to feel her legs give way beneath her. "Ginny!" he called and caught her before she hit the ground. "Dudley," he suddenly said. "Get her out of here!"
"No prob," the large man said and approached her only to lift her into his arms as though she was nothing. "Hi," he said looking down at her. "Glad you're back."
"Me too," she said weakly, smiling up at him. Glancing over Dudley's shoulder, Ginny saw Draco magically levitating Tabitha's limp form and follow after them, taking up the rear.
"I think the exit's this way!" she heard Harry call from before her. He was up front along side Seamus with Ron and Hermione close behind. The smoke was so thick now that they could barely see a meter in front of them. Sounds of exploding crates made it impossible to hear anything. Everywhere she looked was smoke and fire. Clutching Dudley's shoulder for support she held on tightly as he made his way through the exploded crates and general rubbish covering the floor.
"Almost there!" Seamus called from before them as they walked through dense smoke. She could hear Harry coughing madly as the smoke seemed to get thicker. 'They must have hurt his lungs,' she realized, thinking back to when they had taken him away.
'I'll have to check on him when we get out of here,' she thought idly, trying to peer ahead to see the exit. 'We have to be almost out,' Ginny assured herself. 'Then what is going to happen? What are Draco and I going to do?' She mentally sighed at the thought of him and once again looked over Dudley's shoulder to make sure he was still there. He smiled at her and she smiled back before settling herself back in the Dudley's arms.
"He's not going anywhere," Dudley assured her. A cool breeze distracted her attention back to what was going on before them. There was a large hole in the side of the wall that seemed as though someone had gotten impatient with waiting for the exit to clear. Ginny could see Hermione and Ron running from the building while Harry and Seamus stood a few meters from the exit looking about ready to bolt. They were motioning them to hurry with frantic looks on their faces.
"Dudley," she said hoarsley.
"I see them," he assured them and quickened his steps. As they stepped through the threshold, Ginny felt the wonderful cool night air hit her skin. Taking in a deep breath she began to cough violently but managed to suppress them and looked over her shoulder only to see that Draco was no longer right behind them. 'Where is he?' she thought worriedly. There was a sudden explosion from inside the building they had just exited, causing the roof to collapse. The exit was now blocked.
"No!" Ginny screamed. "He's still in there!" She began to struggle against Dudley's hold, trying to get back into the building. "Draco's still in there! We have to help him!" she screamed frantically.
"It's to dangerous," Dudley grunted, trying to keep her from falling. "Help!" he called to Harry and Seamus who came running, grabbing hold of Ginny.
"Let me GO!" she screamed, feeling a surge of immense power churn within her.
"Gin! There's nothing we can do!" Harry screamed back, as the three men struggled to hold her. "We have to get out of here! The building's going to blow any moment! There are too many chemicals in there!"
Ginny ignored him and continued to struggle only to realize that they were moving farther and farther away from the building. 'No!' she thought desperately. 'They can't do this to me! It's not fair! I just got back only to have him leave?!' No matter how much she swore at the heavens or how much she begged to who ever was in charge, she realized it was hopeless. A moment latter an explosion rocked the block, sending the four of them flying to the ground with the force.
"NO!" Ginny screamed in anguish, "No!" She looked back at the fallen building desperately hoping to see him running towards her. When she didn't see him she attempted to get up and run towards him. Harry must have predicted what she was going to do for he tackled her to the ground before she had a chance to move. "Let go!" she screamed, kicking and trying to break free.
Dudley suddenly heaved her to her feet, Harry holding onto her so she wouldn't budge. She continued to struggle until he slapped her across the face. Reality seemed to come back. She stared numbly at him, then at the fallen building, then back again.
"Thanks," she mumbled and felt her legs give way beneath her. Dudley caught her, swung her back into his arms and began to walk away. He looked over his shoulder to Harry and Seamus who quickly followed after his striding form. 'That's it,' Ginny thought. 'That's it. He's gone. Just like that.' She stared with out processing the street that was passing her by. They seemed to be heading towards a large park, but she didn't pause to wonder why. 'I wonder if this is how he felt when I-' she couldn't think it. 'The irony,' she thought miserably and let out a dry sob.
A few minutes latter, Ginny found herself curled up on the grass covered in Dudley's leather coat. The entire park was a wizarding park and the snow had been removed to help in the aide of the Aurors and Resistance who had gathered there. Not that it mattered much to her, she couldn't make herself stop crying. She couldn't think straight, with the cold ground beneath her and the shouts and calls of the people around her.
'This is all their fault,' she thought bitterly. 'All the Death Eater's fault. I'll kill them all.' She mentally gasped at her sudden violent outburst. Sure she had a bad temper but she had never threatened to kill before. 'I must be going insane,' she thought and let out another sob.
"Why are you crying?" someone asked from above her.
"Go away," she sobbed, refusing to move her gaze from its position on the grass. 'Can't they all just leave me alone?' she thought miserably.
"Is that anyway to talk to the love of your life?" the voice drawled. 'Love of my-' She snapped her head up and gasped in utter joy.
"Draco!" she shrieked jumping to her feet and flinging herself into his arms. "Oh my god!" she cried, more tears flowing down her face. Tears of happiness that is. "How did you get out? The exit-"
He smiled down at her, brushing the matted, red hair from her face. "I Apparated just in time," he said with a grin. "I had to leave her behind though." He glanced back at the flames that were still rising. 'I don't care,' she thought staring up into his blue-grey eyes, 'As long as he's safe.' He stared down at her with such warmth that she felt her eyes sliding shut and she pressed herself against him. She felt his grip tightened around her, and her heart skip a beat.
"No," he said after a moment and she felt his arms drop from her body. Ginny snapped her eyes open in shock and felt herself go slack when she saw his eyes full of seriousness.
"What?" she asked in disbelief, stepping back. "What's wrong?"
"We can't do this," he said, not looking at her. "Not like this."
"What do you mean?" she asked, feeling a mixture of sheer disappointment and anger building in her.
"I mean," he said, looking up at her with a lop sided grin. "If we base our relationship on the last two weeks we will never last more than a few months. Maybe a year." Ginny simply stared at him. "We never were even properly introduced," he continued, running a hand through his messy hair. "I mean you just threw snow on me. Then I insulted you. Then you saved my life." Realization began to dawn on her and she could feel a smile tugging at her lips. 'He's rambling,' she thought.
"So what do you propose we do about it?" she asked silkily, interrupting, what she suspected, was his nervous talk. "A reintroduction?"
"Precisely," he said with a smile. She let out a small laugh of relief, then stuck out her right hand.
"Ginny Weasley," she said sweetly, ignoring the fact that her hand was filthy. "And who might you be?" Draco took her hand gently in his own right hand but instead of clasping it firmly, he brought it towards his lips.
"Draco Malfoy," he said charmingly, planting a gentle kiss on her hand. "And might I say that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Ginny laughed and allowed herself to be pulled into his arms, snaking her own up to tangle them into his hair. "I love you, you know."
"I know," she said softly and before she could continue his lips were on hers. Ginny sighed and felt herself melt into him. 'Malfoy or not,' she thought giddily, smiling slightly as he tightened his grip on her and deepened the kiss. 'I love him.'
~*~
A/N: Yes I know. That back to life thing was a pretty cheep rip of Babylon 5. Oh well. There are tons of rips in this story, so why not one more eh? Anyhoo, don't forget, there's still an epilogue to come! This is only the sort of end . . .
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