*Revised*
Disclaimer : I don't own any of it except for my little plots and any characters I may decide to add later.
Alcestis Draconis
Chapter I~Insomnium
"Don't cry because it's over, Smile because it happened."
As the three best friends walked out of Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, each let out deep sighs. Hermione's was a sigh of nervousness on her scoring of the N.E.W.Ts; Ron's was a sigh of relief from the confines which he felt upon him being 'locked up there and forced to study'; and Harry's sigh was that of bewilderment and hope and devastation and everything that comes with being truly alone in the world. After the death of Sirius Black, his only family refuge, Harry had kept himself occupied with his schoolwork, trying not to think about this fateful day.
With a last turn back to the school which he so loved as his only home, Harry managed to pull himself inside the coach lined with black velvet, Ron and Hermione were soon to follow, the former helping the latter up in a gentlemanly fashion. Hermione, still a bit uncertain as to what to do with Ron, just chuckled lightly, and took her place across from Harry.
They were all clothed in muggle garb, Hermione in a sundress of white, making her very pallid, porcelain skin seem a bit less white than it really was. Ron was sitting next to her, his hand lightly intertwined with hers, dressed in brown dress pants, and a collared blue shirt. Harry was wearing the same as Ron, with the exception of his shirt being a deep green.
Ron picked up his hand and looked nervously at his watch, looking out the open door of the carriage. "Where could that girl be? I bloody well swear that she'll drive me over the edge one day." As if on cue, after Harry and Hermione peered out curiously as well, Virginia Weasley stumbled out the huge main doors of Hogwarts, tripping over her long, violet gypsy-style skirt, as she pulled her trunk and her purse along with her. The three friends laughed upon seeing her in the awkward state. Quickly Ginny made her way to their coach and hopped in next to Harry just as it was about to take off, looking quite out of breath and ruffled. Ringlets of iridescent red fell down from her half ponytail, falling delicately down her back, which was barely clothed in a violet tank top to match her skirt.
Ginny was muttering to herself a number of things about being late, and everything being a mess. Finally she took a deep breath and laid her head back against the seat cushion. "I am so glad that this is over with," she said, much with the same mentality as Ron.
Ginny had been accepted into the midst of the trio since her brilliance was truly displayed during her 5th year. When meeting Voldemort again, for the second time in the young girl's life, Ginny had done what few, including Ron and Hermione could have. Without the help of the others, she had managed to fend off the twisted, and cruel 'thing' called Voldemort after Sirius had lost his life trying to defend her and Harry. She had fought off the imperious curse, and took up Sirius' wand. Harry lay unconscious on the ground, trances taking over his mind, the process of brainwashing already beginning. The dark lord wanted Harry indeed for himself, on his side. She poured all of her soul into the spell that she used upon Voldemort that day, and it hurt him greatly, because of her pristine virgin purity. Virginia Weasley held off Voldemort until Albus Dumbledore himself came and defeated evil for his final time.
That year it was Ginny who had become famous, almost as much as Harry had. Though of course, humble Ginny would not revel in something so shallow as fame. She returned to being the clumsy, little sister, easygoing girl that she had always been, though the student body did have a newfound respect for the sixteen year old.
In short order the carriages pulled up to the Hogsmeade train station. The marvelous red engine stood before the four, and they looked up at it wide eyed as they had the first time they laid eyes on it, 'Hogwarts express' emblazoned upon it in gold. They walked along in pairs, every Hogwarts student bustling around in the crowd. Quickly they reached the end of the train, and found 'their' compartment. The noise upon the train was completely shut out with the closing of the door.
After about half an hour, Harry pulled out his muggle pocket watch, "Five minutes past eleven. I wonder what the hold up is?"
Now, it was quite unusual for the Express to be even a minute behind schedule. Ron and Ginny seemed rather to care less, but Hermione was quickly digging through her bag and then flipping through the second edition of 'Hogwarts, A History,' while muttering, "Brought.along.light reading," as if trying to find the answer to their problem in there. She had that same look of clever determination upon her, eyebrows raised, and lips pursed.
She closed the book slowly, swallowed, and looked up to Harry a bit nervously. "Harry, it hasn't ever been 'held up'. Well, at least so says the second edition." Her voice trailed off uncertainly. Opening the curtains, and looking out of their window, they found that no one was left on the side of the train.
"Well, at least we're all aboard. Don't worry; I'm sure it's nothing, just technical difficulties?" muttered Ginny, before going back to catching and eating a chocolate frog.
Through a stuffed mouth, Ron said, "Thencal dfffltys on tha Hogfurts spress??" At this Hermione made a sour face at Ron, and he swallowed and shrugged apologetically.
While the three were conversing and arguing silently, Harry had stood up and was looking through the clear half of the doors. "There's no one in the compartment across from us, guys." He opened the door, and after the chatter of the other three died down, they noticed the faultless and eerie silence. Each had a sick look upon their faces, and stood up behind Harry.
Harry determinedly opened the door farther and walked down the hallway, finding all the other compartments empty as well. It was then that he heard heavy boots making their way down the hallway. It was a man of about six feet in height, a couple inches taller than Harry. He had silver hair that fell atop his head delicately and straight. The man was clothed in robes of black, with a silver lining, a crest very visible upon the left breast. Pulling his wand from his pocket, Harry muttered, "Malfoy."
"Indeed, Potter." A twisted smile was upon him. "It is our seventh year is it not? At the last day of it, in fact. You did not really think that the dark lord would let you finish Hogwarts unscathed, did you? I have come to destroy you. I would do it this minute, but I need something, rather someone, if you could call the little rat that. I need a Queen, Potter. I am to take a Queen and to take the place as King of darkness, next to Voldemort. He has chosen the Weasel girl as my bride. Your little girlfriend, no?" His words were blunt and quite frank, disturbingly so.
The pristine silence suffocated Harry, and he knew not what to say. He could hear only the clear words of Malfoy, and the raggedness of his own breath. "You lie, what could he want with her?" Harry spat at the snake.
"Little Virginia will actually show quite valuable. You cannot always trust those that you want to, Potter. It is she who will betray you, not I." Harry shook his head, not believing any words that came out of Malfoy's mouth, trying to keep his head cool and calm. "But as long as I'm here, lets have some fun, shall we, Potter?" A would-be charming smile alit upon Malfoy's face as he brushed past Harry, and made his way to their compartment, his steps as confident as before. He met Ron at the door, whose wand hand was shaking, and pointed straight at Draco's heart.
"Put that thing down before you hurt someone, Weasel." And within the blink of an eye Draco had his wand pointing straight at Ron's head, and said quietly, "Avada Kedavra." Ron fell back, dead. Draco turned back to Harry, who was looking on, horrified. "He always did want a scar just like yours, didn't he, Potter?"
Harry's feet were frozen to the ground. "And his mudblood girlfriend." She was kneeled next to Ron's body, her body already wracked with sobs. Ginny stayed in the corner, curled up into a tight little ball, her eyes as wide as saucers. "Avada Kedavra," said Draco, in a hiss, pointing to Hermione.
Slowly, Draco stepped over the two lifeless bodies, and made his way to Ginny. "Hello little girl, consider this a first meeting."
Ginny pulled herself as far back into that corner as possible, and squeaked out, "Harry?" Silent tears streamed down her face.
Draco kneeled down and whispered to her, "No no, foolish girl. Harry is outside this very room. He could save you, but he won't." He leaned over and got out his wand. He reached and pulled a few ringlets out of the way of her face. "How would you do with a pretty little scar right here?" She whimpered, and could make no reply. The wand was pointed right under her ear, but he only leaned in to kiss her cheek. "You'll come around in time, I'm sure dear. A rose for you on the 'morrow?" That same would-be charming smile came upon him again.
With that everything went black and swirled down into an abyss. Ginny felt herself screaming, and Harry did as well, but both were frozen to the spot. They sat straight up in their beds, and found themselves still screaming, much to the dismay of the Gryffindor house.
Disclaimer : I don't own any of it except for my little plots and any characters I may decide to add later.
Alcestis Draconis
Chapter I~Insomnium
"Don't cry because it's over, Smile because it happened."
As the three best friends walked out of Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, each let out deep sighs. Hermione's was a sigh of nervousness on her scoring of the N.E.W.Ts; Ron's was a sigh of relief from the confines which he felt upon him being 'locked up there and forced to study'; and Harry's sigh was that of bewilderment and hope and devastation and everything that comes with being truly alone in the world. After the death of Sirius Black, his only family refuge, Harry had kept himself occupied with his schoolwork, trying not to think about this fateful day.
With a last turn back to the school which he so loved as his only home, Harry managed to pull himself inside the coach lined with black velvet, Ron and Hermione were soon to follow, the former helping the latter up in a gentlemanly fashion. Hermione, still a bit uncertain as to what to do with Ron, just chuckled lightly, and took her place across from Harry.
They were all clothed in muggle garb, Hermione in a sundress of white, making her very pallid, porcelain skin seem a bit less white than it really was. Ron was sitting next to her, his hand lightly intertwined with hers, dressed in brown dress pants, and a collared blue shirt. Harry was wearing the same as Ron, with the exception of his shirt being a deep green.
Ron picked up his hand and looked nervously at his watch, looking out the open door of the carriage. "Where could that girl be? I bloody well swear that she'll drive me over the edge one day." As if on cue, after Harry and Hermione peered out curiously as well, Virginia Weasley stumbled out the huge main doors of Hogwarts, tripping over her long, violet gypsy-style skirt, as she pulled her trunk and her purse along with her. The three friends laughed upon seeing her in the awkward state. Quickly Ginny made her way to their coach and hopped in next to Harry just as it was about to take off, looking quite out of breath and ruffled. Ringlets of iridescent red fell down from her half ponytail, falling delicately down her back, which was barely clothed in a violet tank top to match her skirt.
Ginny was muttering to herself a number of things about being late, and everything being a mess. Finally she took a deep breath and laid her head back against the seat cushion. "I am so glad that this is over with," she said, much with the same mentality as Ron.
Ginny had been accepted into the midst of the trio since her brilliance was truly displayed during her 5th year. When meeting Voldemort again, for the second time in the young girl's life, Ginny had done what few, including Ron and Hermione could have. Without the help of the others, she had managed to fend off the twisted, and cruel 'thing' called Voldemort after Sirius had lost his life trying to defend her and Harry. She had fought off the imperious curse, and took up Sirius' wand. Harry lay unconscious on the ground, trances taking over his mind, the process of brainwashing already beginning. The dark lord wanted Harry indeed for himself, on his side. She poured all of her soul into the spell that she used upon Voldemort that day, and it hurt him greatly, because of her pristine virgin purity. Virginia Weasley held off Voldemort until Albus Dumbledore himself came and defeated evil for his final time.
That year it was Ginny who had become famous, almost as much as Harry had. Though of course, humble Ginny would not revel in something so shallow as fame. She returned to being the clumsy, little sister, easygoing girl that she had always been, though the student body did have a newfound respect for the sixteen year old.
In short order the carriages pulled up to the Hogsmeade train station. The marvelous red engine stood before the four, and they looked up at it wide eyed as they had the first time they laid eyes on it, 'Hogwarts express' emblazoned upon it in gold. They walked along in pairs, every Hogwarts student bustling around in the crowd. Quickly they reached the end of the train, and found 'their' compartment. The noise upon the train was completely shut out with the closing of the door.
After about half an hour, Harry pulled out his muggle pocket watch, "Five minutes past eleven. I wonder what the hold up is?"
Now, it was quite unusual for the Express to be even a minute behind schedule. Ron and Ginny seemed rather to care less, but Hermione was quickly digging through her bag and then flipping through the second edition of 'Hogwarts, A History,' while muttering, "Brought.along.light reading," as if trying to find the answer to their problem in there. She had that same look of clever determination upon her, eyebrows raised, and lips pursed.
She closed the book slowly, swallowed, and looked up to Harry a bit nervously. "Harry, it hasn't ever been 'held up'. Well, at least so says the second edition." Her voice trailed off uncertainly. Opening the curtains, and looking out of their window, they found that no one was left on the side of the train.
"Well, at least we're all aboard. Don't worry; I'm sure it's nothing, just technical difficulties?" muttered Ginny, before going back to catching and eating a chocolate frog.
Through a stuffed mouth, Ron said, "Thencal dfffltys on tha Hogfurts spress??" At this Hermione made a sour face at Ron, and he swallowed and shrugged apologetically.
While the three were conversing and arguing silently, Harry had stood up and was looking through the clear half of the doors. "There's no one in the compartment across from us, guys." He opened the door, and after the chatter of the other three died down, they noticed the faultless and eerie silence. Each had a sick look upon their faces, and stood up behind Harry.
Harry determinedly opened the door farther and walked down the hallway, finding all the other compartments empty as well. It was then that he heard heavy boots making their way down the hallway. It was a man of about six feet in height, a couple inches taller than Harry. He had silver hair that fell atop his head delicately and straight. The man was clothed in robes of black, with a silver lining, a crest very visible upon the left breast. Pulling his wand from his pocket, Harry muttered, "Malfoy."
"Indeed, Potter." A twisted smile was upon him. "It is our seventh year is it not? At the last day of it, in fact. You did not really think that the dark lord would let you finish Hogwarts unscathed, did you? I have come to destroy you. I would do it this minute, but I need something, rather someone, if you could call the little rat that. I need a Queen, Potter. I am to take a Queen and to take the place as King of darkness, next to Voldemort. He has chosen the Weasel girl as my bride. Your little girlfriend, no?" His words were blunt and quite frank, disturbingly so.
The pristine silence suffocated Harry, and he knew not what to say. He could hear only the clear words of Malfoy, and the raggedness of his own breath. "You lie, what could he want with her?" Harry spat at the snake.
"Little Virginia will actually show quite valuable. You cannot always trust those that you want to, Potter. It is she who will betray you, not I." Harry shook his head, not believing any words that came out of Malfoy's mouth, trying to keep his head cool and calm. "But as long as I'm here, lets have some fun, shall we, Potter?" A would-be charming smile alit upon Malfoy's face as he brushed past Harry, and made his way to their compartment, his steps as confident as before. He met Ron at the door, whose wand hand was shaking, and pointed straight at Draco's heart.
"Put that thing down before you hurt someone, Weasel." And within the blink of an eye Draco had his wand pointing straight at Ron's head, and said quietly, "Avada Kedavra." Ron fell back, dead. Draco turned back to Harry, who was looking on, horrified. "He always did want a scar just like yours, didn't he, Potter?"
Harry's feet were frozen to the ground. "And his mudblood girlfriend." She was kneeled next to Ron's body, her body already wracked with sobs. Ginny stayed in the corner, curled up into a tight little ball, her eyes as wide as saucers. "Avada Kedavra," said Draco, in a hiss, pointing to Hermione.
Slowly, Draco stepped over the two lifeless bodies, and made his way to Ginny. "Hello little girl, consider this a first meeting."
Ginny pulled herself as far back into that corner as possible, and squeaked out, "Harry?" Silent tears streamed down her face.
Draco kneeled down and whispered to her, "No no, foolish girl. Harry is outside this very room. He could save you, but he won't." He leaned over and got out his wand. He reached and pulled a few ringlets out of the way of her face. "How would you do with a pretty little scar right here?" She whimpered, and could make no reply. The wand was pointed right under her ear, but he only leaned in to kiss her cheek. "You'll come around in time, I'm sure dear. A rose for you on the 'morrow?" That same would-be charming smile came upon him again.
With that everything went black and swirled down into an abyss. Ginny felt herself screaming, and Harry did as well, but both were frozen to the spot. They sat straight up in their beds, and found themselves still screaming, much to the dismay of the Gryffindor house.