Draco stared at Ginny, his eyes wide with shock.
"W-What are you talking about?" he snapped, turning around so Ginny wouldn't be able to tell that he was lying. His hands trembled as smoothed down his cloak. How on earth had she found out? Was he really that careless?
"There's no point denying it. I knew that you had brought someone back from the dead when you started acting all strange, talking to the walls and stuff. And then there was that time when you, or rather, James threw frog legs at all the Slytherins. I heard the rumours, Draco. I finally realised that you must have bought James back that time at breakfast when Harry thought you were stroking his hair. So I researched it at the library. I can't believe how much of an idiot you are," Ginny said, her eyes never leaving her mother's body. "Did it ever occur to you that there was a reason as to why the Ministry banned the Krilic curses? Why they're considered dangerous?" she asked, finally tearing her gaze away from Molly Weasley to stare at Draco.
"Well- yeah, but nothing really bad. My dad would never put my life at risk like that at all," Draco replied.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Eventually, people will be able to see James. You can't keep it a secret forever, you know. You'll have to come out and tell someone, Dumbledore at least. Before it's too late…" she trailed off, looking down at her mother, embarrassed.
"Before it's too late for what?" Draco narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Ginny, moving closer towards her.
"Nothing. Just forget I ever said anything, okay," she said, standing up. "How are we going to get out of here? I have to take mum back to-" she was cut off short by Draco, who grabbed her wrist as she tried to open the door.
"Tell me what it will be too late for," he said again, tightening his grip on her arm when she tried to pull away.
"You want to know? Well, fine, I'll tell you, but don't blame me if you get pissed or anything. You're going to die, Draco," she said suddenly. "You have just basically committed suicide. In order for the curse to be performed, the person who performed it has to die, so the person who they brought back will take over there life. Your father never loved you. He just used you, hoping that you would bring him back. No matter who you did end up bringing back, you would die," she finished off, staring straight at him.
His blood pulsed angrily as he stared at her face, her eyebrow raised slightly, as though daring him to deny what she'd said. Before he could even think of what he was doing, he pulled back his arm and yelled out.
"Bull shit, Ginny," as he smashed his fist right into her face. She cried out loudly, her hands flying to her face as the blood rushed down, dripping on the floor. "Get a life, Ginny," he said, pushing her away.
"Just because your father loves your dead sister more than you, doesn't mean you have to take out your anger on me," she screamed angrily, pushing her long, red hair out of her eyes. Draco stopped in his tracks, his arm trembling with the need to punch something. Something that couldn't punch back. He walked towards Molly Weasley, pulling her up with his strong arms.
"How would you like it if some one tormented a loved one?" he said, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Mrs. Weasley.
"You wouldn't dare," Ginny whispered, glaring at Draco with so much hate that he felt like punching her again. She pulled out her own wand and pointed it at him.
"No, I wouldn't. You know why? Because, I actually consider people's feelings before I do something that I know will hurt them. You see I-" he was cut short by a thunderous smash near the window of the room. He turned around and stared at the sky through the window. It was a deep dark blue, scattered with bright stars. He could just see the tops of the trees in the Forbidden Forest as they swirled around angrily. There was a horrible scraping noise, like fingernails on a blackboard as something made it's way up the wall. With a start, he realised that it, whatever it was, was making its way into the very room where he, Ginny and her mother's dead body sat. He cursed loudly and jumped up, dropping his wand along the way.
"Help me," he said to Ginny, who ran over and picked up her mother's legs as soon as she realised what Draco was doing. Together, they carried her over to the cupboard, placing her gently on the floor. Ginny followed and stood to one corner, but Draco turned around, searching the floor frantically.
"My wand," he whispered.
"Forget about it," Ginny whispered harshly, pulling him and closing the door quietly behind them as they heard the window smash. Draco opened it a crack and peeked out. He could see the tiny slivers of glass scatter across the fall, just as a menacing voice began to cackle harshly.
"So, how do you feel now? I'm going to trap you, just like I trapped your mother and your father," it laughed, throwing a limp body onto the floor, ignoring the glass that lay there. "I promised you I'd take you to your brother, didn't I?" it kicked the figure as it groaned and started to turn over. Draco caught a glimpse of silvery white hair before it again moved out of sight.
"I don't want to hear any noise from while you stay here. Just remember, whatever you do will come back to me eventually…and you know that I don't take punishment very lightly…" with that, the man kicked the person, who Draco figured was a young lady, for the last time, spitting on her for good measure.
"I've killed many with this wand," he called out. "Just be thankful it hasn't been you…yet. ALOHORAMA," the man yelled loudly. The door burst open with the power of the man's magic and he swirled his cloak around as he rushed out the door, slamming it closed behind him.
Draco felt Ginny trembling behind him with fright. He held his breath and waited til he could no longer here the man's footsteps echoing down the hall. Quietly, he opened the cupboard door, stepping out slowly. Cautiously, he walked over to the girl, who was still groaning slightly from the kicks that the man had given her. He knelt over her, trying to convince himself that the man wasn't who he thought it was.
"That was Voldemort, wasn't it?" Ginny said blankly. Draco jumped slightly; he thought she was still in the cupboard. He turned around and looked at her and he could tell that she knew that it was. The look in his eyes must have said it all.
All of a sudden, the girl pushed Draco back roughly, her arms up in front of her, as though ready to fight off anyone that dared to come near her. Draco stared at her; her long silvery white hair was tangled and her slate grey eyes reminded him of someone he'd seen before. Ginny, as though in a trance, turned slowly towards her and said, just as, if not more, blankly than before.
"And this is Siria, isn't it?"
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Harry stared at Ron, who was looking anxiously as all the Gryffindor girls made their way down the stairs. He rushed towards Hermione as soon as she came out.
"Have you seen Ginny?" he asked frantically, glancing around even as he asked.
"Professor McGonagall took her to Dumbledore's office," Hermione replied. "Why? Hasn't she come back yet?"
"No she hasn't. I've got to find her. I've just received a letter from dad. Mum's gone missing and the Ministry is going bonkers," he looked as though he was about to burst into tears.
"Why don't you go to Dumbledore's office? I'm sure he won't mind you coming, it is so important."
Ron nodded and turned around.
"Harry, you want to come?" he asked. Harry nodded and walked over towards him.
"Well, gee thanks. I'll just sit here and do my Charms homework," Hermione grumbled.
"Yeah, do mine too," Ron said absent-mindedly as he started climbing the hole. Harry looked at Hermione, who shrugged and sat down.
As soon as they were out of the commonroom, Ron began running at full speed towards Dumbledore's office.
"Slow down," Harry called out. "Why are you running so fast?"
"I don't know. I just need to know where Ginny's gone," Ron replied. They reached the stone gargoyle.
"Dammit, we don't know the password," Ron swore as he kicked the gargoyle. "Ow!" he said, rubbing his foot.
"Come on, think of something that Dumbledore likes," Harry said. "Um…cockroaches…no, okay…sherbet lemony thingys? No, didn't think so. How about something like plain old chocolate?" Harry looked hopefully at the gargoyle, but it didn't budge.
"Knowing Dumbleodre, it'd be more like chocolate…cockatoos!" he joked. He stopped short when the gargoyle sprang to life, jumping out of the way.
"Well, how about that?" Harry said as Ron ran through, straight to the door. He knocked twice, and barged in.
"Ginny? Where are you?" he called out to the empty room. "Damn, she's gone," he said. He was just about to turn around when something caught his eye. There was a pale hand, just behind the desk.
"What the…" he walked around and stared at the limp body that lay there. Dumbledore's silver hair was all over the place, his glasses knocked to the floor.
"How…" Harry, who had followed him, stared at the dead man. "What on earth?" there was a big bang from behind them and they spun around quickly.
"We meet again, Potter. I was expecting old Albus…looks as though someone beat me to the chase, though," Voldemort cackled meanly. "I wonder who?" he asked, staring around the room with a sardonic smile on his face.
"Me," said a voice behind Harry and Ron. They turned around. Their mouths dropped open in utter confusement, and they seemed more scared of this man than Voldemort himself.
"Hello Potter, Weasley. I'm b-b-back," Professor Quirell smirked.
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Draco looked behind him at the closed door. He could have sworn he heard a terrifying scream echo. He shook his head and turned back to the girl who looked just as bewildered as he felt. Ginny was standing motionless, her eyes unblinking.
"So this is the famous Siria," she said walking towards her. The girl, thoroughly frightened, attempted to kick her.
"I warn you, I'm dangerous," she yelled, swinging her arms around wildly.
"Really? So am I," Ginny pulled out her wand and aimed at the girl's forehead.
"What the hell are you doing?" Draco shouted out, looking around the floor frantically for his wand. He saw it, half hidden under a chair. He lunged toward it; at the same time Siria kicked Ginny fully in the stomach. She rolled over and placed her foot firmly on Draco's hand just as he reached for the wand.
"You guys are crazy," she said, staring at Draco with slate-grey eyes, so like his own, before grabbing the wand. Lifting up her knee, she snapped it in half, chucking the pieces at him.
"Are you some kind of idiot?" Draco screamed, bending over to pick up the pieces. He quickly stuffed them into his pocket as Ginny walked over.
"Like brother, like sister. Must be genetic," she said, before pushing Siria roughly to the floor.
"Run," she yelled out to Draco. "Go to Dumbledore's office and get help," she continued, keeping her foot on Siria's chest.
"How exactly?" Draco said, pulling at the door.
"Draco, you have to be the most biggest idiot that walked the earth. There is a window on the door which, might I add, none of you 'men' noticed," with a wave of her wand, the window smashed to the floor.
"How did you do that?" Draco asked amazed, just as Ginny called out to him. "Go!"
He nodded quickly and pushed himself out the window. He fell with a loud thud to the floor, and he jumped up quickly bolting up the hallway. He looked around, trying to remember which way he came. He looked to his left and stared at the long passageway of rusted armours. He turned his head to the right and stared straight at…
"Professor Dumbledore, thank goodness I found you, come on, we need your help," he said, as Albus Dumbledore made his way down the passageway.
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Harry felt a sudden stab of pain pierce down his forehead, his scar tingling vividly as he raised his hand to his head.
"Now, it tries to tell us," Ron said, shaking his head. "Honestly, it could've given us time to prepare," he said, referring to the fact that neither of them had known anything about Voldemort's arrival.
"So, we meet again," Voldemort cackled at Quirell, who made his way to stand in front of the two boys.
"Well, we did not part on very good terms, now did we? I thought that p- poor P-professor Q-Quirell better show the Dark Lord just what he can do," Professor Quirell mocked, stepping forward, his wand poised.
"Of course, I had to finish off Dumbledore, I couldn't have two geniuses in my way to the top," he continued, kicking Dumbledore's limp body with a battered boot.
"So, are you going to let me finish you off, just like I finished old Albus off now, Tom," Quirell mocked, eyes narrowed in a deathly glare.
"Well, it does seem that you have found your place in the world. I could have some use for you, seeing as though Malfoy went and got himself killed in the forest. If, as you say, you want to get to the top, well, with me you'll get further than that. Together, we can rule the world," Voldemort said, twirling his wand around his fingers, obviously not threatened by the young professor.
"You may not be scared of me, Lord He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," Quirell spat. "But perhaps you would be afraid of someone far stronger than, someone who was just as strong as Dumbledore was."
"I'm sure that, as hard as you try, you'll never find someone as powerful than me. I thank you, Quirell, for getting rid of Dumbledore for me. Now, would you be so kind as to step out of the way, so I can get rid of another problem," Voldemort cackled.
Harry and Ron both stepped backwards. Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket, and hid it behind his back, his fingers trembling with anticipation.
"He will," a voice said, "but I won't," it finished off. Both Harry and Ron stared in amazement at the person who stood before them.
"Ginny, get lost you idiot. He'll kill you," Harry shouted.
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Draco was talking non-stop as he made his way to the room with Dumbledore, whose aged face was set with a stern frown. Finally, they reached the door where he'd left Ginny and Siria. The opened the door, Dumbledore pulling out his wand quickly to do so. They quickly walked in, and stared about, looking for Ginny. Siria lay in the corner, blood trickling down her face as she gasped for breath.
"She went," she managed to get out. "She said she had to save some guys, Harry and Ron, or something like that," she finished off. Dumbledore stared at her for a moment before nodding briskly. He spun on his heel and began running down the corridor.
"Wait! Aren't you going to help my sister?" Draco called out, before running over to Siria. "Are you okay?" he asked trying to help her sit up.
"Do I look bloody well okay to you?" she said, shaking her hair out of her eyes. He stared at her, confused for a moment, before she sighed and shook her head, probably at his stupidity.
"Forget about me, you idiot. Go help the girl."
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"W-What are you talking about?" he snapped, turning around so Ginny wouldn't be able to tell that he was lying. His hands trembled as smoothed down his cloak. How on earth had she found out? Was he really that careless?
"There's no point denying it. I knew that you had brought someone back from the dead when you started acting all strange, talking to the walls and stuff. And then there was that time when you, or rather, James threw frog legs at all the Slytherins. I heard the rumours, Draco. I finally realised that you must have bought James back that time at breakfast when Harry thought you were stroking his hair. So I researched it at the library. I can't believe how much of an idiot you are," Ginny said, her eyes never leaving her mother's body. "Did it ever occur to you that there was a reason as to why the Ministry banned the Krilic curses? Why they're considered dangerous?" she asked, finally tearing her gaze away from Molly Weasley to stare at Draco.
"Well- yeah, but nothing really bad. My dad would never put my life at risk like that at all," Draco replied.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Eventually, people will be able to see James. You can't keep it a secret forever, you know. You'll have to come out and tell someone, Dumbledore at least. Before it's too late…" she trailed off, looking down at her mother, embarrassed.
"Before it's too late for what?" Draco narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Ginny, moving closer towards her.
"Nothing. Just forget I ever said anything, okay," she said, standing up. "How are we going to get out of here? I have to take mum back to-" she was cut off short by Draco, who grabbed her wrist as she tried to open the door.
"Tell me what it will be too late for," he said again, tightening his grip on her arm when she tried to pull away.
"You want to know? Well, fine, I'll tell you, but don't blame me if you get pissed or anything. You're going to die, Draco," she said suddenly. "You have just basically committed suicide. In order for the curse to be performed, the person who performed it has to die, so the person who they brought back will take over there life. Your father never loved you. He just used you, hoping that you would bring him back. No matter who you did end up bringing back, you would die," she finished off, staring straight at him.
His blood pulsed angrily as he stared at her face, her eyebrow raised slightly, as though daring him to deny what she'd said. Before he could even think of what he was doing, he pulled back his arm and yelled out.
"Bull shit, Ginny," as he smashed his fist right into her face. She cried out loudly, her hands flying to her face as the blood rushed down, dripping on the floor. "Get a life, Ginny," he said, pushing her away.
"Just because your father loves your dead sister more than you, doesn't mean you have to take out your anger on me," she screamed angrily, pushing her long, red hair out of her eyes. Draco stopped in his tracks, his arm trembling with the need to punch something. Something that couldn't punch back. He walked towards Molly Weasley, pulling her up with his strong arms.
"How would you like it if some one tormented a loved one?" he said, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Mrs. Weasley.
"You wouldn't dare," Ginny whispered, glaring at Draco with so much hate that he felt like punching her again. She pulled out her own wand and pointed it at him.
"No, I wouldn't. You know why? Because, I actually consider people's feelings before I do something that I know will hurt them. You see I-" he was cut short by a thunderous smash near the window of the room. He turned around and stared at the sky through the window. It was a deep dark blue, scattered with bright stars. He could just see the tops of the trees in the Forbidden Forest as they swirled around angrily. There was a horrible scraping noise, like fingernails on a blackboard as something made it's way up the wall. With a start, he realised that it, whatever it was, was making its way into the very room where he, Ginny and her mother's dead body sat. He cursed loudly and jumped up, dropping his wand along the way.
"Help me," he said to Ginny, who ran over and picked up her mother's legs as soon as she realised what Draco was doing. Together, they carried her over to the cupboard, placing her gently on the floor. Ginny followed and stood to one corner, but Draco turned around, searching the floor frantically.
"My wand," he whispered.
"Forget about it," Ginny whispered harshly, pulling him and closing the door quietly behind them as they heard the window smash. Draco opened it a crack and peeked out. He could see the tiny slivers of glass scatter across the fall, just as a menacing voice began to cackle harshly.
"So, how do you feel now? I'm going to trap you, just like I trapped your mother and your father," it laughed, throwing a limp body onto the floor, ignoring the glass that lay there. "I promised you I'd take you to your brother, didn't I?" it kicked the figure as it groaned and started to turn over. Draco caught a glimpse of silvery white hair before it again moved out of sight.
"I don't want to hear any noise from while you stay here. Just remember, whatever you do will come back to me eventually…and you know that I don't take punishment very lightly…" with that, the man kicked the person, who Draco figured was a young lady, for the last time, spitting on her for good measure.
"I've killed many with this wand," he called out. "Just be thankful it hasn't been you…yet. ALOHORAMA," the man yelled loudly. The door burst open with the power of the man's magic and he swirled his cloak around as he rushed out the door, slamming it closed behind him.
Draco felt Ginny trembling behind him with fright. He held his breath and waited til he could no longer here the man's footsteps echoing down the hall. Quietly, he opened the cupboard door, stepping out slowly. Cautiously, he walked over to the girl, who was still groaning slightly from the kicks that the man had given her. He knelt over her, trying to convince himself that the man wasn't who he thought it was.
"That was Voldemort, wasn't it?" Ginny said blankly. Draco jumped slightly; he thought she was still in the cupboard. He turned around and looked at her and he could tell that she knew that it was. The look in his eyes must have said it all.
All of a sudden, the girl pushed Draco back roughly, her arms up in front of her, as though ready to fight off anyone that dared to come near her. Draco stared at her; her long silvery white hair was tangled and her slate grey eyes reminded him of someone he'd seen before. Ginny, as though in a trance, turned slowly towards her and said, just as, if not more, blankly than before.
"And this is Siria, isn't it?"
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Harry stared at Ron, who was looking anxiously as all the Gryffindor girls made their way down the stairs. He rushed towards Hermione as soon as she came out.
"Have you seen Ginny?" he asked frantically, glancing around even as he asked.
"Professor McGonagall took her to Dumbledore's office," Hermione replied. "Why? Hasn't she come back yet?"
"No she hasn't. I've got to find her. I've just received a letter from dad. Mum's gone missing and the Ministry is going bonkers," he looked as though he was about to burst into tears.
"Why don't you go to Dumbledore's office? I'm sure he won't mind you coming, it is so important."
Ron nodded and turned around.
"Harry, you want to come?" he asked. Harry nodded and walked over towards him.
"Well, gee thanks. I'll just sit here and do my Charms homework," Hermione grumbled.
"Yeah, do mine too," Ron said absent-mindedly as he started climbing the hole. Harry looked at Hermione, who shrugged and sat down.
As soon as they were out of the commonroom, Ron began running at full speed towards Dumbledore's office.
"Slow down," Harry called out. "Why are you running so fast?"
"I don't know. I just need to know where Ginny's gone," Ron replied. They reached the stone gargoyle.
"Dammit, we don't know the password," Ron swore as he kicked the gargoyle. "Ow!" he said, rubbing his foot.
"Come on, think of something that Dumbledore likes," Harry said. "Um…cockroaches…no, okay…sherbet lemony thingys? No, didn't think so. How about something like plain old chocolate?" Harry looked hopefully at the gargoyle, but it didn't budge.
"Knowing Dumbleodre, it'd be more like chocolate…cockatoos!" he joked. He stopped short when the gargoyle sprang to life, jumping out of the way.
"Well, how about that?" Harry said as Ron ran through, straight to the door. He knocked twice, and barged in.
"Ginny? Where are you?" he called out to the empty room. "Damn, she's gone," he said. He was just about to turn around when something caught his eye. There was a pale hand, just behind the desk.
"What the…" he walked around and stared at the limp body that lay there. Dumbledore's silver hair was all over the place, his glasses knocked to the floor.
"How…" Harry, who had followed him, stared at the dead man. "What on earth?" there was a big bang from behind them and they spun around quickly.
"We meet again, Potter. I was expecting old Albus…looks as though someone beat me to the chase, though," Voldemort cackled meanly. "I wonder who?" he asked, staring around the room with a sardonic smile on his face.
"Me," said a voice behind Harry and Ron. They turned around. Their mouths dropped open in utter confusement, and they seemed more scared of this man than Voldemort himself.
"Hello Potter, Weasley. I'm b-b-back," Professor Quirell smirked.
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Draco looked behind him at the closed door. He could have sworn he heard a terrifying scream echo. He shook his head and turned back to the girl who looked just as bewildered as he felt. Ginny was standing motionless, her eyes unblinking.
"So this is the famous Siria," she said walking towards her. The girl, thoroughly frightened, attempted to kick her.
"I warn you, I'm dangerous," she yelled, swinging her arms around wildly.
"Really? So am I," Ginny pulled out her wand and aimed at the girl's forehead.
"What the hell are you doing?" Draco shouted out, looking around the floor frantically for his wand. He saw it, half hidden under a chair. He lunged toward it; at the same time Siria kicked Ginny fully in the stomach. She rolled over and placed her foot firmly on Draco's hand just as he reached for the wand.
"You guys are crazy," she said, staring at Draco with slate-grey eyes, so like his own, before grabbing the wand. Lifting up her knee, she snapped it in half, chucking the pieces at him.
"Are you some kind of idiot?" Draco screamed, bending over to pick up the pieces. He quickly stuffed them into his pocket as Ginny walked over.
"Like brother, like sister. Must be genetic," she said, before pushing Siria roughly to the floor.
"Run," she yelled out to Draco. "Go to Dumbledore's office and get help," she continued, keeping her foot on Siria's chest.
"How exactly?" Draco said, pulling at the door.
"Draco, you have to be the most biggest idiot that walked the earth. There is a window on the door which, might I add, none of you 'men' noticed," with a wave of her wand, the window smashed to the floor.
"How did you do that?" Draco asked amazed, just as Ginny called out to him. "Go!"
He nodded quickly and pushed himself out the window. He fell with a loud thud to the floor, and he jumped up quickly bolting up the hallway. He looked around, trying to remember which way he came. He looked to his left and stared at the long passageway of rusted armours. He turned his head to the right and stared straight at…
"Professor Dumbledore, thank goodness I found you, come on, we need your help," he said, as Albus Dumbledore made his way down the passageway.
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Harry felt a sudden stab of pain pierce down his forehead, his scar tingling vividly as he raised his hand to his head.
"Now, it tries to tell us," Ron said, shaking his head. "Honestly, it could've given us time to prepare," he said, referring to the fact that neither of them had known anything about Voldemort's arrival.
"So, we meet again," Voldemort cackled at Quirell, who made his way to stand in front of the two boys.
"Well, we did not part on very good terms, now did we? I thought that p- poor P-professor Q-Quirell better show the Dark Lord just what he can do," Professor Quirell mocked, stepping forward, his wand poised.
"Of course, I had to finish off Dumbledore, I couldn't have two geniuses in my way to the top," he continued, kicking Dumbledore's limp body with a battered boot.
"So, are you going to let me finish you off, just like I finished old Albus off now, Tom," Quirell mocked, eyes narrowed in a deathly glare.
"Well, it does seem that you have found your place in the world. I could have some use for you, seeing as though Malfoy went and got himself killed in the forest. If, as you say, you want to get to the top, well, with me you'll get further than that. Together, we can rule the world," Voldemort said, twirling his wand around his fingers, obviously not threatened by the young professor.
"You may not be scared of me, Lord He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," Quirell spat. "But perhaps you would be afraid of someone far stronger than, someone who was just as strong as Dumbledore was."
"I'm sure that, as hard as you try, you'll never find someone as powerful than me. I thank you, Quirell, for getting rid of Dumbledore for me. Now, would you be so kind as to step out of the way, so I can get rid of another problem," Voldemort cackled.
Harry and Ron both stepped backwards. Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket, and hid it behind his back, his fingers trembling with anticipation.
"He will," a voice said, "but I won't," it finished off. Both Harry and Ron stared in amazement at the person who stood before them.
"Ginny, get lost you idiot. He'll kill you," Harry shouted.
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Draco was talking non-stop as he made his way to the room with Dumbledore, whose aged face was set with a stern frown. Finally, they reached the door where he'd left Ginny and Siria. The opened the door, Dumbledore pulling out his wand quickly to do so. They quickly walked in, and stared about, looking for Ginny. Siria lay in the corner, blood trickling down her face as she gasped for breath.
"She went," she managed to get out. "She said she had to save some guys, Harry and Ron, or something like that," she finished off. Dumbledore stared at her for a moment before nodding briskly. He spun on his heel and began running down the corridor.
"Wait! Aren't you going to help my sister?" Draco called out, before running over to Siria. "Are you okay?" he asked trying to help her sit up.
"Do I look bloody well okay to you?" she said, shaking her hair out of her eyes. He stared at her, confused for a moment, before she sighed and shook her head, probably at his stupidity.
"Forget about me, you idiot. Go help the girl."
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