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Prologue
Deep within the barrier of intertwined trees, lies a house far out of reach from any contact of the wizarding world. A closer glance would provide a rather obscene looking shack, deformed beyond belief by primitive and premature building skills. The poor excuse for a house was failing to be tended to, with no signs of electricity or basic technology from its exterior.
A further venture to the inside of the house would lead anyone's previous notions to an abrupt halt. The interior of the house that would make anyone cringe was just as revolting as the outside, except for the last thing noticeable. In the corner of the house was a carefully hidden trap door, revealing a soft glow emanating from beneath.
Descending the stairs of the trap door would lead to reveal a modestly decorated room, looking larger than the house itself. The main part consisted of an oversized maroon chair, with a book of muggle poetry lying on the cushion. The chair was aglow from the crackling fire to its right, also casting a faint glow on the maroon couch to its left. Following the fire's glow deeper into the room, a kitchen area becomes visible complete with a sink, a table, and a few loose articles here and there.
Just beyond the fire's reach sat a locked door. The contents remained a mystery to our reporter, and all attempts were futile until a blood- curdling scream was heard within. This gave our brave reporter a drive to open the door, finding Voldemort's first victim in five years lying dead on the floor. Unfortunately, our reporter Rita Skeeter had to be the second. They were found five days later when we had not heard any word of Ms. Skeeter, and were tracked down using the most advanced magic known to the Ministry.
We have gotten word, however, on the identity of the first victim. Miss Virginia Weasley died on the 31st of July at the cruel hands of Voldemort. Our regards go out to both the Weasley family and the Skeeter family.
As of now the Ministry has no lead as to what Voldemort's motive was to kill these two innocent people. A million questions must be swarming in the heads of our readers, as well as ours. As why Miss Weasley was in the abandoned shack in the first place, as to how Miss Skeeter had found out about it, let alone found the obscene thing, and how Voldemort resurrected himself once more. All these boiling questions lead down to one person who might know all of our answers.
Harry Potter
Daily Prophet Article: August 6th
Chapter 1
A decent sized bed covered in crisp, clean white sheets lay on a shiny, hardwood floor. The room was nice and tidy, accompanying an oak bookshelf, two dressers, a walk-in closet, two tall windows containing window seats, and a door leading to a modestly decorated bathroom. All was located in its prestigious location, seemingly in order. The only thing in a shambles was the resident snarled up in the sheets.
Harry lay there tangled in his sheets, embedded in all of the pillows he could find. Relieving himself of all of reality's pressures was his number one priority for the day. With striking realization, Harry threw the sheets off of his bed in a fit, seeing that he could try to put it out of his mind for the entire year and still not be able to get over it. He could feel the guilt sinking down pitilessly into his stomach, shaking him violently to the core. He couldn't get over the fact that it was his fault that Ginny was dead.
"Harry, promise you won't tell anyone what I've just told you. I don't want mum or dad to worry; they've had their fair share of worries this whole year. It was terrible for them to get word of Ron having amnesia and Fred and George being arrested and sent to Azkaban, it would just break their heart to know that I'm having these problems too."
"Shouldn't I tell someone, if not your parents? Honestly, I think they should know. Ginny, you're in so much danger, shouldn't I just tell someone, anyone? Dumbledore?"
"No, Harry, I don't want anyone to be in danger, I've caused so many problems already. it just wouldn't be fair to put anyone under any more stress."
"But Gin, you could die from this, this is so serious! I think you should tell someone, look at what's happened already?"
Harry rolled up Ginny's sleeve to expose the Dark Mark to the icy wind. It blew over it, burning delicate flesh on its way by. Ginny cringed, her eyes welling up with tears. She tucked her knees to her chest and hugged them, beginning to rock herself back and forth. She heaved immense sobs out into the day, shaking with fear. Harry took her in his arms, cradling her, hushing her sobs. He stroked her hair and pulled stray strands out of her clammy face.
Ginny looked up at him, eyes wide with horror.
"Harry. he's calling. He's calling for me Harry."
Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head as they glossed over. She was thrown out of Harry's arms by an invisible and unknown source, crashing down the stairs until she ceased to fall any further, laying roughly twenty stairs down. Harry could see by just looking at her that Ginny had broken her right arm, as it hung in a rather awkward position.
The Dark Mark on Ginny's arm turned a vile shade of black, as smoke started to billow from the surface. Blood trickled down her arm, while black acid accompanied it, leaving scars where it ventured.
A horrifying shriek escaped from deep within Ginny. Her voice became rushed and panicked as adrenaline rushed through her veins.
"Harry. he's got me.HE'S GOT ME! I DON'T WANT TO GO HARRY, DON'T LET ME GO.PLEASE.DON'T LET ME GO."
Harry ran to her, eager to respond to her desperate cry for help. But he was too late. when he finally arrived at the spot where Ginny lay. she had disappeared.
(A/N: If that did not show up italicized that was meant to be a flashback. Even if it did show up italicized, I'll just mention that is was a flashback, so no one gets confused and I don't receive complaints in the reviews that the first chapter was too 'confusing.')
Harry grimaced at the memory, which was one of too many. Guilt was running rampant in his conscience, destroying all other emotions except the ones that were equally just as destructive. He reached from under his pillow to retrieve the article from the sixth. It was now the tenth. Harry sunk into a sullen revere, only to come out of it to a scraping at the window.
"Hedwig!" Harry ran over to unlatch the window. Hedwig flew in gracefully, landing at the foot of Harry's bed. Following Hedwig, Harry grabbed the article and sat down to join her.
"I really do kill people," Harry told his snowy owl, stroking her feathers affectionately, "don't I? I mean, look, I killed Cedric in my fourth year by suggesting we take the cup together. Now I've killed Ginny, only it took five years to do it."
Hedwig nipped at Harry's ear, suggesting without words that he was overreacting.
"Hedwig, it really is my fault. I should have told someone something.anything. It could've saved her life. But I was blunt and ignorant, so I kept her promise. I let my feelings for her get in the way of saving her life, Hedwig. Now I'm left with absolutely nothing."
Hedwig rolled her eyes, then fluttered over to Harry's desk. He followed her to it suspiciously.
"What do you want me to do? It's already too late to save her life."
Hedwig bit down on the handle of one of the drawers. She flew backwards, flapping hard, inching the drawer open ever so slowly. With the slightest opening, she dug her head inside and pulled a piece of parchment out of the drawer. She dropped it in Harry's hands, and then proceeded to do the same with a quill she'd found in another drawer.
"Hedwig, you cease to amaze me sometimes. But really, what would you like me to write?"
Hedwig squawked angrily and fluttered over to Harry's closet. She then proceeded to hoot noisily. She stared longingly at the door, willing it to open.
Harry came over and opened the door for her. She flew eagerly around, knocking various boxes to the floor until she dropped a gold one at Harry's feet.
"What exactly do you want me to do with my famous wizard cards, Hedwig?"
Hedwig squawked at Harry's ignorance, but continued to answer his many questions as she searched aimlessly through the box. She hooted in delight as she pulled a card with the picture of Albus Dumbledore out of the box.
"Dumbledore." Harry rushed back to his bed and retrieved the article, "you mean, you want me to write Dumbledore a letter concerning Ginny's death?" Hedwig nodded her head solemnly.
Harry was in no hurry to return to his desk, and started to wonder why he was obeying an owl. He had no refusal when he returned to his desk, however, seeing that this truly was the right thing to do. He decided that everyone should have the right to know how Ginny's death came about, and how brave, yet stubborn, she acted towards it. Maybe it would actually retrieve a tiny bit of his sanity also.
Dumbledore,
As we all know, Ginny's death is a mystery to everyone, as well as a shock and a realization that Voldemort has risen once again. I'm feeling that knowing how and why Ginny died, it is my duty to carry on the story to you, as to eventually everyone, in knowing that Ginny died bravely, and sad to say rather stubbornly. If you would like to meet me some place private (I think you already know where I'm talking about), I'll be willing to tell you how the past five years have been obscene and horrifying to Ginny, as well to me.
Harry
Harry rolled up the letter and tied it to Hedwig's foot. She nodded sympathetically at Harry as she took off through the open window.
"I'm sorry Ginny, I must break my promise."
Author's Note: I'm sorry that this chapter was so short! Trust me, the chapters following this will be much longer that 2,000 some words, I promise you that! Please review; if you do, I'll love you forever! ^_~
A warning to everyone who has read this chapter: If you are not a fan of sad stories, I suggest not continuing to read this. This will gradually get more depressing and sadder. If you do like these stories though, I suggest in the future after reading a chapter or two, that you read some extremely fluffy fic. I seriously cried when Cedric died in the fourth book, and I think I'm going to cry in some parts while writing this fic. But, I'm a softy, and this probably might not affect you at all. Just a warning though, you do not have to take it seriously ^_~
~Zulu
P.S. I also love feedback ^_~
Prologue
Deep within the barrier of intertwined trees, lies a house far out of reach from any contact of the wizarding world. A closer glance would provide a rather obscene looking shack, deformed beyond belief by primitive and premature building skills. The poor excuse for a house was failing to be tended to, with no signs of electricity or basic technology from its exterior.
A further venture to the inside of the house would lead anyone's previous notions to an abrupt halt. The interior of the house that would make anyone cringe was just as revolting as the outside, except for the last thing noticeable. In the corner of the house was a carefully hidden trap door, revealing a soft glow emanating from beneath.
Descending the stairs of the trap door would lead to reveal a modestly decorated room, looking larger than the house itself. The main part consisted of an oversized maroon chair, with a book of muggle poetry lying on the cushion. The chair was aglow from the crackling fire to its right, also casting a faint glow on the maroon couch to its left. Following the fire's glow deeper into the room, a kitchen area becomes visible complete with a sink, a table, and a few loose articles here and there.
Just beyond the fire's reach sat a locked door. The contents remained a mystery to our reporter, and all attempts were futile until a blood- curdling scream was heard within. This gave our brave reporter a drive to open the door, finding Voldemort's first victim in five years lying dead on the floor. Unfortunately, our reporter Rita Skeeter had to be the second. They were found five days later when we had not heard any word of Ms. Skeeter, and were tracked down using the most advanced magic known to the Ministry.
We have gotten word, however, on the identity of the first victim. Miss Virginia Weasley died on the 31st of July at the cruel hands of Voldemort. Our regards go out to both the Weasley family and the Skeeter family.
As of now the Ministry has no lead as to what Voldemort's motive was to kill these two innocent people. A million questions must be swarming in the heads of our readers, as well as ours. As why Miss Weasley was in the abandoned shack in the first place, as to how Miss Skeeter had found out about it, let alone found the obscene thing, and how Voldemort resurrected himself once more. All these boiling questions lead down to one person who might know all of our answers.
Harry Potter
Daily Prophet Article: August 6th
Chapter 1
A decent sized bed covered in crisp, clean white sheets lay on a shiny, hardwood floor. The room was nice and tidy, accompanying an oak bookshelf, two dressers, a walk-in closet, two tall windows containing window seats, and a door leading to a modestly decorated bathroom. All was located in its prestigious location, seemingly in order. The only thing in a shambles was the resident snarled up in the sheets.
Harry lay there tangled in his sheets, embedded in all of the pillows he could find. Relieving himself of all of reality's pressures was his number one priority for the day. With striking realization, Harry threw the sheets off of his bed in a fit, seeing that he could try to put it out of his mind for the entire year and still not be able to get over it. He could feel the guilt sinking down pitilessly into his stomach, shaking him violently to the core. He couldn't get over the fact that it was his fault that Ginny was dead.
"Harry, promise you won't tell anyone what I've just told you. I don't want mum or dad to worry; they've had their fair share of worries this whole year. It was terrible for them to get word of Ron having amnesia and Fred and George being arrested and sent to Azkaban, it would just break their heart to know that I'm having these problems too."
"Shouldn't I tell someone, if not your parents? Honestly, I think they should know. Ginny, you're in so much danger, shouldn't I just tell someone, anyone? Dumbledore?"
"No, Harry, I don't want anyone to be in danger, I've caused so many problems already. it just wouldn't be fair to put anyone under any more stress."
"But Gin, you could die from this, this is so serious! I think you should tell someone, look at what's happened already?"
Harry rolled up Ginny's sleeve to expose the Dark Mark to the icy wind. It blew over it, burning delicate flesh on its way by. Ginny cringed, her eyes welling up with tears. She tucked her knees to her chest and hugged them, beginning to rock herself back and forth. She heaved immense sobs out into the day, shaking with fear. Harry took her in his arms, cradling her, hushing her sobs. He stroked her hair and pulled stray strands out of her clammy face.
Ginny looked up at him, eyes wide with horror.
"Harry. he's calling. He's calling for me Harry."
Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head as they glossed over. She was thrown out of Harry's arms by an invisible and unknown source, crashing down the stairs until she ceased to fall any further, laying roughly twenty stairs down. Harry could see by just looking at her that Ginny had broken her right arm, as it hung in a rather awkward position.
The Dark Mark on Ginny's arm turned a vile shade of black, as smoke started to billow from the surface. Blood trickled down her arm, while black acid accompanied it, leaving scars where it ventured.
A horrifying shriek escaped from deep within Ginny. Her voice became rushed and panicked as adrenaline rushed through her veins.
"Harry. he's got me.HE'S GOT ME! I DON'T WANT TO GO HARRY, DON'T LET ME GO.PLEASE.DON'T LET ME GO."
Harry ran to her, eager to respond to her desperate cry for help. But he was too late. when he finally arrived at the spot where Ginny lay. she had disappeared.
(A/N: If that did not show up italicized that was meant to be a flashback. Even if it did show up italicized, I'll just mention that is was a flashback, so no one gets confused and I don't receive complaints in the reviews that the first chapter was too 'confusing.')
Harry grimaced at the memory, which was one of too many. Guilt was running rampant in his conscience, destroying all other emotions except the ones that were equally just as destructive. He reached from under his pillow to retrieve the article from the sixth. It was now the tenth. Harry sunk into a sullen revere, only to come out of it to a scraping at the window.
"Hedwig!" Harry ran over to unlatch the window. Hedwig flew in gracefully, landing at the foot of Harry's bed. Following Hedwig, Harry grabbed the article and sat down to join her.
"I really do kill people," Harry told his snowy owl, stroking her feathers affectionately, "don't I? I mean, look, I killed Cedric in my fourth year by suggesting we take the cup together. Now I've killed Ginny, only it took five years to do it."
Hedwig nipped at Harry's ear, suggesting without words that he was overreacting.
"Hedwig, it really is my fault. I should have told someone something.anything. It could've saved her life. But I was blunt and ignorant, so I kept her promise. I let my feelings for her get in the way of saving her life, Hedwig. Now I'm left with absolutely nothing."
Hedwig rolled her eyes, then fluttered over to Harry's desk. He followed her to it suspiciously.
"What do you want me to do? It's already too late to save her life."
Hedwig bit down on the handle of one of the drawers. She flew backwards, flapping hard, inching the drawer open ever so slowly. With the slightest opening, she dug her head inside and pulled a piece of parchment out of the drawer. She dropped it in Harry's hands, and then proceeded to do the same with a quill she'd found in another drawer.
"Hedwig, you cease to amaze me sometimes. But really, what would you like me to write?"
Hedwig squawked angrily and fluttered over to Harry's closet. She then proceeded to hoot noisily. She stared longingly at the door, willing it to open.
Harry came over and opened the door for her. She flew eagerly around, knocking various boxes to the floor until she dropped a gold one at Harry's feet.
"What exactly do you want me to do with my famous wizard cards, Hedwig?"
Hedwig squawked at Harry's ignorance, but continued to answer his many questions as she searched aimlessly through the box. She hooted in delight as she pulled a card with the picture of Albus Dumbledore out of the box.
"Dumbledore." Harry rushed back to his bed and retrieved the article, "you mean, you want me to write Dumbledore a letter concerning Ginny's death?" Hedwig nodded her head solemnly.
Harry was in no hurry to return to his desk, and started to wonder why he was obeying an owl. He had no refusal when he returned to his desk, however, seeing that this truly was the right thing to do. He decided that everyone should have the right to know how Ginny's death came about, and how brave, yet stubborn, she acted towards it. Maybe it would actually retrieve a tiny bit of his sanity also.
Dumbledore,
As we all know, Ginny's death is a mystery to everyone, as well as a shock and a realization that Voldemort has risen once again. I'm feeling that knowing how and why Ginny died, it is my duty to carry on the story to you, as to eventually everyone, in knowing that Ginny died bravely, and sad to say rather stubbornly. If you would like to meet me some place private (I think you already know where I'm talking about), I'll be willing to tell you how the past five years have been obscene and horrifying to Ginny, as well to me.
Harry
Harry rolled up the letter and tied it to Hedwig's foot. She nodded sympathetically at Harry as she took off through the open window.
"I'm sorry Ginny, I must break my promise."
Author's Note: I'm sorry that this chapter was so short! Trust me, the chapters following this will be much longer that 2,000 some words, I promise you that! Please review; if you do, I'll love you forever! ^_~
A warning to everyone who has read this chapter: If you are not a fan of sad stories, I suggest not continuing to read this. This will gradually get more depressing and sadder. If you do like these stories though, I suggest in the future after reading a chapter or two, that you read some extremely fluffy fic. I seriously cried when Cedric died in the fourth book, and I think I'm going to cry in some parts while writing this fic. But, I'm a softy, and this probably might not affect you at all. Just a warning though, you do not have to take it seriously ^_~
~Zulu