Author's Note: Thank you so much to: Erasmas, dkg and Pheobers14 for
reviewing! It means so much, and I'm rather sorry this chapter is a bit
shorter then the last two- But I do hope it answers a lot of your
questions, Erasmas! Thanks again!
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Ginny stood silently in the kitchen, shivering ever so slightly from the cold whispers of the morning breeze from the open window. The sun poured over her crimson hair, as if setting it afire. He stood next to her, his eyes filled with worry and staring fixedly at her pale face, his hands shaking with the sickening feeling that he might just loose her forever next time..
"Harry, I'm alright," she whispered softly, her expression blank. His emerald eyes blazed in the fierce sunlight as his gaze locked with hers. Harry could feel his heart sink as he stared into her faded brown eyes. If only I had been quicker, he thought mournfully at the sight of her.
"O-Of course y-your all right," Harry answered hoarsely, holding Ginny's icy hand in his. She grasped it tightly in return, shaking slightly- filling Harry's thoughts with doubt and concern.
"Pardon," Hermione said from the doorway. The two turned around, Ginny know holding Harry's left arm for support, breathing heavily with the simple action, her hand growing tighter. Harry looked at her worriedly, and then turned back to Hermione.
"Yes? Is the doctor here yet?"
"He's in the living room," she stated quietly. Harry helped Ginny slowly through the hall; his heart pounding in his chest as he sent nervously glances toward her face. Anything could set him off, especially when Ginny began coughing violently into her free hand as they reached the packed living room.
"Oh my poor dear!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked, taking her daughter into her arms and hugging her softly, running her hand through her hair. But Ginny pushed past her mother, family and friends, and grabbed a napkin from the table, coughs racking her weak lungs.
"Oh bloody Merlin.." Fred gasped, and everyone else's eyes widened in utter shock, catching a glimpse of thick red blood seeping into the white cloth, staining it like a shadow on the sun.
"Everyone please, back up!" For a second, everyone's attention focused on the stout - looking doctor opening his bag and rummaging around in it for an unseen object.
"N-Neville?" The familiar looking young Gryffindor turned, and smiled warmly at Ron's voice.
"Yes, I'm a doctor now, Ron. Heard the news and rushed over to help. Ginny, let me see that napkin." She nodded, and handed Neville the white piece of cloth as she sat down, her coughs quieting for the first time in hours.
"I see.." The former Gryffindor whispered to himself, and finally pulled out a small book, which he promptly began flipping through its pages. Harry still couldn't help but keep his eyes locked on Ginny, sitting alone, cold and deathly sick without him his help..
"Of COURSE!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly, making everyone jump in surprise. "Neville," she began, ignoring the tense air. "Are you looking for the potion that could cure the muggle sickness known as tuberculosis?"
"Ginny's virus isn't as simple as that. From what Mrs Weasley has been telling me, and from what the books say- this is dark magic we're dealing with here, and I'm not even sure if I can find anything to cure it," he responded sadly, still turning the pages hopelessly. Ginny stood, and walked to the back door slowly, forcing herself painfully to move. She then turned to face everyone with shinning eyes.
"I'll be fine.. everyone," she whispered hoarsely. "Forget about.. me, I'll be.. fine.." And with that, Ginny left the Burrow, and in turn- left Harry behind.
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My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody that this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
Hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
I sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss
Well some of the verses well, they...they got me quite cross
But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
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The room was filled with black books of all sorts, and dark emerald walls that seemed to flicker with the crackling fire from the gray dusty hearth. A peculiar - looking figure rose from his chair, and closed the blinds of the only window left in the room, slowly and silently. Shadows raced into the corners, spreading along the floors like a velvet sickness.
"Is everything in place?" Colin asked, his voice strangely lowering as the sun sank beneath the line of the trees.
"Yes sir, Ginny Weasley's virus has almost completely taken her over. Just one more day of our time and-"
"SILENCE, CRABBE!"
The stout boy nodded quickly, sitting back down next to the taller, now nervous Goyle on the expensive green couch that felt oddly like dragon hide.
"Excellent.. Excellent.. Just a few more hours, and I'll finally take the one thing Potter cares the most about. Forever making my mark on his pathetic life as he had made his on mine so long ago." Horrible memories flashed through his mind of that day Harry went to fight the war of evil Death Eaters, lead by the in-famous Lord Voldemort, against the good willed wizards of peace. His father once being the second highest - ranking Dark Wizard, had also gone to fight, representing the dark side. The young boy twitched slightly, turning his back toward his two friends, and focusing his eyes on the sinking sun through the crack in the shades of the window. I will avenge my father, he thought bitterly.
As the moon rose, Colin's eyes faded from brown, to a piercing gray - and his bright blonde sandy hair stained itself back to it's natural lighter color, slicking itself back onto the head of a different young man almost instantly. Where the kind, vibrant Colin Creevey stood, the older, broader shouldered young man took his place.
Draco Malfoy.
"Hand me more of that poly - juice potion, Goyle," Malfoy snapped fiercly.
Goyle stood up quickly, almost knocking the liquid contents on the floor, and nervously took the dark glass off the table, handling it carefully. The real Colin sat in another chair nearest the table, raising an expectant eyebrow. But if he was intending on asking something, he kept his mouth shut at the moment.
"Hurry up then," Malfoy hissed impatiently, and snatched the glass out of Goyle's shaking hand, downing the sickening purple colored drink in one gulp. With a violent cough that sent Draco back into his chair, he felt his skin begin to tingle oddly. His two friends, Crabbe and Goyle, watched with wide eyes, as Draco Malfoy's body grew suddenly shorter, and mold itself into the appearance of the boy that sat amidst all this, with an expression of expectancy written on his face.
"Well? Don't I get my pay, then?" Malfoy raised his head, their identical eyes locking for a moment, until he raised his head- almost laughing.
"Pay? Why should I give you a dime, Creevey?" He whispered in a dangerous tone of voice, handling a bag of gold in his pocket- letting the metal clash upon metal to turn Colin insane. Unfortunately, it was working.
"Y-You.. You promised me money for letting you use my body! I switched to You - Know - Who's side for you, Malfoy! You know ruddy well the deal we made together," Colin retorted angrily, but immediately regretted opening his mouth as Malfoy stood slowly, raising his inky black wand.
"Someone doesn't understand the meaning of, 'no'," Draco hissed, his voice almost inaudible over the blazing fire. Colin's bright eyes widened in horror, and he stood quickly, knocking over his chair in panic.
"N-No.. P-Please.. Don't h-hurt me!! I'll do a-anything," he exclaimed hoarsely, backing up toward the wooden door nervously. Crabbe and Goyle exchanged knowing, hopeful glances as Malfoy appeared in front of Colin, wand pointed at his heart.
"So sorry, Creevey." Was the last thing anyone heard before the dull thud echoed throughout the dark Malfoy Manor that night.
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Ginny stood silently in the kitchen, shivering ever so slightly from the cold whispers of the morning breeze from the open window. The sun poured over her crimson hair, as if setting it afire. He stood next to her, his eyes filled with worry and staring fixedly at her pale face, his hands shaking with the sickening feeling that he might just loose her forever next time..
"Harry, I'm alright," she whispered softly, her expression blank. His emerald eyes blazed in the fierce sunlight as his gaze locked with hers. Harry could feel his heart sink as he stared into her faded brown eyes. If only I had been quicker, he thought mournfully at the sight of her.
"O-Of course y-your all right," Harry answered hoarsely, holding Ginny's icy hand in his. She grasped it tightly in return, shaking slightly- filling Harry's thoughts with doubt and concern.
"Pardon," Hermione said from the doorway. The two turned around, Ginny know holding Harry's left arm for support, breathing heavily with the simple action, her hand growing tighter. Harry looked at her worriedly, and then turned back to Hermione.
"Yes? Is the doctor here yet?"
"He's in the living room," she stated quietly. Harry helped Ginny slowly through the hall; his heart pounding in his chest as he sent nervously glances toward her face. Anything could set him off, especially when Ginny began coughing violently into her free hand as they reached the packed living room.
"Oh my poor dear!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked, taking her daughter into her arms and hugging her softly, running her hand through her hair. But Ginny pushed past her mother, family and friends, and grabbed a napkin from the table, coughs racking her weak lungs.
"Oh bloody Merlin.." Fred gasped, and everyone else's eyes widened in utter shock, catching a glimpse of thick red blood seeping into the white cloth, staining it like a shadow on the sun.
"Everyone please, back up!" For a second, everyone's attention focused on the stout - looking doctor opening his bag and rummaging around in it for an unseen object.
"N-Neville?" The familiar looking young Gryffindor turned, and smiled warmly at Ron's voice.
"Yes, I'm a doctor now, Ron. Heard the news and rushed over to help. Ginny, let me see that napkin." She nodded, and handed Neville the white piece of cloth as she sat down, her coughs quieting for the first time in hours.
"I see.." The former Gryffindor whispered to himself, and finally pulled out a small book, which he promptly began flipping through its pages. Harry still couldn't help but keep his eyes locked on Ginny, sitting alone, cold and deathly sick without him his help..
"Of COURSE!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly, making everyone jump in surprise. "Neville," she began, ignoring the tense air. "Are you looking for the potion that could cure the muggle sickness known as tuberculosis?"
"Ginny's virus isn't as simple as that. From what Mrs Weasley has been telling me, and from what the books say- this is dark magic we're dealing with here, and I'm not even sure if I can find anything to cure it," he responded sadly, still turning the pages hopelessly. Ginny stood, and walked to the back door slowly, forcing herself painfully to move. She then turned to face everyone with shinning eyes.
"I'll be fine.. everyone," she whispered hoarsely. "Forget about.. me, I'll be.. fine.." And with that, Ginny left the Burrow, and in turn- left Harry behind.
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My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody that this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
Hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
I sat on the roof and I kicked off the moss
Well some of the verses well, they...they got me quite cross
But the sun's been kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is now you're in the world
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The room was filled with black books of all sorts, and dark emerald walls that seemed to flicker with the crackling fire from the gray dusty hearth. A peculiar - looking figure rose from his chair, and closed the blinds of the only window left in the room, slowly and silently. Shadows raced into the corners, spreading along the floors like a velvet sickness.
"Is everything in place?" Colin asked, his voice strangely lowering as the sun sank beneath the line of the trees.
"Yes sir, Ginny Weasley's virus has almost completely taken her over. Just one more day of our time and-"
"SILENCE, CRABBE!"
The stout boy nodded quickly, sitting back down next to the taller, now nervous Goyle on the expensive green couch that felt oddly like dragon hide.
"Excellent.. Excellent.. Just a few more hours, and I'll finally take the one thing Potter cares the most about. Forever making my mark on his pathetic life as he had made his on mine so long ago." Horrible memories flashed through his mind of that day Harry went to fight the war of evil Death Eaters, lead by the in-famous Lord Voldemort, against the good willed wizards of peace. His father once being the second highest - ranking Dark Wizard, had also gone to fight, representing the dark side. The young boy twitched slightly, turning his back toward his two friends, and focusing his eyes on the sinking sun through the crack in the shades of the window. I will avenge my father, he thought bitterly.
As the moon rose, Colin's eyes faded from brown, to a piercing gray - and his bright blonde sandy hair stained itself back to it's natural lighter color, slicking itself back onto the head of a different young man almost instantly. Where the kind, vibrant Colin Creevey stood, the older, broader shouldered young man took his place.
Draco Malfoy.
"Hand me more of that poly - juice potion, Goyle," Malfoy snapped fiercly.
Goyle stood up quickly, almost knocking the liquid contents on the floor, and nervously took the dark glass off the table, handling it carefully. The real Colin sat in another chair nearest the table, raising an expectant eyebrow. But if he was intending on asking something, he kept his mouth shut at the moment.
"Hurry up then," Malfoy hissed impatiently, and snatched the glass out of Goyle's shaking hand, downing the sickening purple colored drink in one gulp. With a violent cough that sent Draco back into his chair, he felt his skin begin to tingle oddly. His two friends, Crabbe and Goyle, watched with wide eyes, as Draco Malfoy's body grew suddenly shorter, and mold itself into the appearance of the boy that sat amidst all this, with an expression of expectancy written on his face.
"Well? Don't I get my pay, then?" Malfoy raised his head, their identical eyes locking for a moment, until he raised his head- almost laughing.
"Pay? Why should I give you a dime, Creevey?" He whispered in a dangerous tone of voice, handling a bag of gold in his pocket- letting the metal clash upon metal to turn Colin insane. Unfortunately, it was working.
"Y-You.. You promised me money for letting you use my body! I switched to You - Know - Who's side for you, Malfoy! You know ruddy well the deal we made together," Colin retorted angrily, but immediately regretted opening his mouth as Malfoy stood slowly, raising his inky black wand.
"Someone doesn't understand the meaning of, 'no'," Draco hissed, his voice almost inaudible over the blazing fire. Colin's bright eyes widened in horror, and he stood quickly, knocking over his chair in panic.
"N-No.. P-Please.. Don't h-hurt me!! I'll do a-anything," he exclaimed hoarsely, backing up toward the wooden door nervously. Crabbe and Goyle exchanged knowing, hopeful glances as Malfoy appeared in front of Colin, wand pointed at his heart.
"So sorry, Creevey." Was the last thing anyone heard before the dull thud echoed throughout the dark Malfoy Manor that night.
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