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A/N: Umm not too much for me to say here. So here's Ch. 10!
Piercing the Darkness
Chapter 10 A Pink Passion
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"My Goodness!" Dumbledore said, as he seemed to finally come out of deep thought. "It's already dawn! You three run up to bed and at least try to get a little rest. Check to see if Ginny has managed to come back. Well wait-"
He paused and opened a drawer in his desk. Harry watched as the headmaster brought out his dearly beloved Maurader's Map. Professor Dumbledore quickly scanned it, searching for a miniscule figure labeled 'Ginny Weasley' or 'Draco Malfoy'. But it was obvious by the expression on his face as he lowered the map that neither were to be found.
"Don't tell anyone about this just yet." Dumbledore continued. "If people begin to question you about Ginny's whereabouts, say she got sick and was sent home."
Harry thought that this was probably the only time in his life that he would ever hear Dumbledore persuading someone to lie.
"And don't worry about owling your parents Ron." He said glancing at Ron, who seemed to be itching to get out of his seat, "I'll do it." He sighed. "But it's not going to be good news to have to send to Arthur and Molly, I'm going to hate seeing them as upset as they will be when they find out."
But "upset" was hardly the word to describe Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's reactions. That same day, as soon as Molly received that letter, as she was doing some laundry, they came to Hogwarts. After classes were dismissed for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Professor McGonagal approached them in the Great Hall.
"Your parents are here Ron." Ron, Harry, and Hermione looked up from their plates which none of them had touched, and stared at McGonagal. "They want to see you three." She continued, obviously trying to be gentle and kind about the whole situation. Dumbledore must have informed her, Harry could see the pain in her face too.
The three of them silently stood up and followed Professor McGonagal to the Staff Room, where she ushered them in and left.
"Oh Ron!!!" Molly Weasley yelled as she instantly moved towards them and gathered them in a huge hug, tears streaming down her face.
Mr. Weasley stood to the side, he seemed to be rocking himself back and forth, his eyes shining with tears, and his hands stuffed nervously in his pockets. Dumbledore also stood to the side, tall and erect, surveying the scene with a look of mourning.
"We'll get my baby back!" Molly said through sobs. "Just you wait and see! We'll get her back!"
Harry patted her on the back as comfortingly as he could.
"Yes we will." He whispered more to himself than to the others. "Just you wait and see Malfoy. We will get her back."
******
Malfoy laughed as he realized Ginny was staring at the telephone.
"It wouldn't have worked if you had tried." He said mockingly. "What, do you think I failed Muggle Studies or something?"
Ginny glared at him.
"It wouldn't surprise me." "Well, I didn't. I put a curse on it before I walked out last night. Besides, who are you going to call? Now come on!"
Ginny finally obeyed. He thought of everything!
Once they were outside the hotel, Malfoy summoned another cab. But the driver of this cab didn't look half as friendly as Pete had been.
Ginny sat in silence in the back seat, as far away from Malfoy as possible. He had said they were going to get some new clothes, which in a way brightened the day just a bit for Ginny, but it also troubled her. If Malfoy was willing to spend money on new clothes, that meant he really was going to try and keep them both out of sight from the wizarding world. She wanted to know where he planned on taking her.
"Where are we going?" she finally asked.
"To get some new clothes."
"No, where are we going to stay, you know like when nighttime comes around again?" she replied, feeling another argument coming on.
"Don't worry about it." He said in a hushed tone.
"I think I have a right to know."
"Well I don't think you do."
"Tell me!!"
"Shut up!"
"I will if you tell me!"
"Fine." He replied, obviously ticked. He pulled out a muggle newspaper from his back pocket. "I found an add for a place that a retired couple put up for rent." He pointed to the add, and read, "Second floor of charming cottage for rent. Located on a 300acre lot, with a pond. Affordable, and only about an hour away from London. 12 Honey-" but he cut off.
"What do you need to know the address for?" he smirked, as they pulled up to a nice designer clothing store. But he had already given away a lot Ginny realized. And she memorized that information, as he pulled her out of the cab.
But Draco didn't notice that he left the newspaper in there. He also didn't see the shady figure approach the cab after they left, and didn't see that figure talking to the driver, handing over a large amount of bills in the process- for some much needed information for Voldemort.
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Shortly after, on 12 Honeydew Lane, in a finely built remodeled cottage, sat Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher. They were a retired couple, happily married for forty-six years. Mr. Fletcher (Michael Fletcher) smiled over the top of his newspaper, as he watched his wife Rose working on her knitting. The blanket she was making was pink- like everything else she owned. Rose loved the color pink, and when they had bought the cottage, and the land surrounding it, she had wanted to paint their bedroom a pale pink. Michael had immediately refused that idea, he couldn't think he could take waking up to pink walls every morning. But after seeing the hurt look on Rose's face when her proposal was declined, he promised to paint the master bathroom pink. And he kept that promise, and allowed Rose to decorate the house however she wished (as long as there wasn't too much pink.) She did, throwing in small touches of pink in different places, like the centerpiece of the dining room table, and so on.
This particular blanket was for the grandchild that they hoped for soon. Their only son Marty had finally met a girl he was very attracted to, and he had mentioned that they might get married. Rose, thrilled at the prospect, had immediately started knitting pink bibs, clothes, socks, and blankets.
"If they even get married Rose, and if they even have a kid, what if it is a boy? Do you think Marty would want to put pink clothes on a boy?" he had asked her one day shortly after she had started on her pink knitting for the baby Marty knew nothing about.
"It'll be a girl." She retorted, without a pause.
"And how might I ask do you know that? They aren't even married yet!"
Rose looked up at him, her smooth face breaking into only a few wrinkles as she smiled.
"Trust me, it'll be a girl."
Michael just sighed. Rose really was a bright person, but she believed in little superstitious things too. He remembered her saying something about believing in witches and wizards. Michael had laughed it off, saying that she was crazy, but she remained firm in her belief.
Marty was an artist, much to Michael's disappointment. He had hoped that his son would follow him up in Law as he had done his own father, but Marty was different, and a bit difficult. He had wanted to travel the world ever since he could talk, and after finding that he had some talent in drawing and painting, he left right after high school. They got an occasional postcard from the different places he would visit, with paintings of them that he had done himself on the front. The last one had been from someplace in Ireland, where he had met the girl, Annie. And then surprisingly enough, Marty called them, and talked for a long while. Michael thought maybe Annie had pushed into his head that it was time to settle down. They seemed to really be in love. He was even planning on spending Christmas there in Ireland with her. Christmas was usually the only holiday Marty came home on.
"Goodness!" Rose said, bringing Michael out of his thoughts. "I'm almost out of my yarn!"
"Which color?" Michael joked.
Rose stood up, and put her hands on her hips.
"You know very well which color Michael!"
Michael chuckled. "I'll get you some more when I go into town for more hay and oats. That horse eats more than and elephant."
Michael was referring to Rose's horse, Julie. (Riding was another one of her passions.)
"More coffee?" Rose asked as she went into the kitchen.
"I guess I'll have one more cup before I leave-" but he was interrupted by a sharp knock at the front door.
"I'll get it darling, don't get up." Rose said as she made her way down the hall.
But before she even reached the door, it was blasted open with an ear- splitting sound. Rose screamed and fell back onto the floor. The sight that reached her eyes was the most frightening she had ever beheld.
Michael sprang from his seat and skidded to a stop in the hallway. Two people in long black robes and masks were standing over his wife, one of them holding a stick-like thing at her forehead. Michael bounded forward.
"Get the bloody hell out of my house!" he shouted at them. He pulled his wife up and shielded her with his body.
"Oh but this isn't your house anymore." Came the cold reply from underneath the hood of the man's robes.
"Go call the police." Michael whispered to Rose. "Run!"
She began to back away, her face turning whiter by the second.
"I don't think that's necessary." The hooded figure said.
And before Michael had time to respond the man had raised his arm, pointing that stick at him.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Rose watched her husband crumple to the floor. She covered her mouth tears spilling over, and taking one last glance at her dearly loved husband, turned and ran to the kitchen, to the back door. She heard the swish of cloaks following her as she reached the back door, and pulled on it with all her might. It was locked. She fumbled with the lock, trying to get it to turn, she remembered Michael saying he was going to fix it soon, it got stuck to often. She screamed and yelled beating on the door with her shaking hands, but knew it was to late. Those things were in the kitchen. Rose turned and faced them. She would die boldly, like Michael had.
"You're wizards from Satan." She said through clenched teeth.
"And you're one of the smartest muggles I've ever met. Not many muggles will admit that there are such things as wizards, even when they are in the face of death." The one that had killed Michael replied. "Except we're not from Satan, we're from Voldemort. But I guess that's close enough." He laughed and pointed his wand at her.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"I love you Michael." Rose whispered before the curse hit her. Then she too fell to the floor.
TBC
A/N: I swear I'll put more G/D in the next chapter!! I got kinda carried away with the other characters, I'm sorry!
I really really wish I had enough time to write long detailed replies to everyone who reviewed, but I don't. But I want you all to know that I love every one of them and they are greatly appreciated. If you leave your e- mail in your review I promise to write and express my gratitude or answer any questions you might have! Thanx! ~Sydney
A/N: Umm not too much for me to say here. So here's Ch. 10!
Piercing the Darkness
Chapter 10 A Pink Passion
******
"My Goodness!" Dumbledore said, as he seemed to finally come out of deep thought. "It's already dawn! You three run up to bed and at least try to get a little rest. Check to see if Ginny has managed to come back. Well wait-"
He paused and opened a drawer in his desk. Harry watched as the headmaster brought out his dearly beloved Maurader's Map. Professor Dumbledore quickly scanned it, searching for a miniscule figure labeled 'Ginny Weasley' or 'Draco Malfoy'. But it was obvious by the expression on his face as he lowered the map that neither were to be found.
"Don't tell anyone about this just yet." Dumbledore continued. "If people begin to question you about Ginny's whereabouts, say she got sick and was sent home."
Harry thought that this was probably the only time in his life that he would ever hear Dumbledore persuading someone to lie.
"And don't worry about owling your parents Ron." He said glancing at Ron, who seemed to be itching to get out of his seat, "I'll do it." He sighed. "But it's not going to be good news to have to send to Arthur and Molly, I'm going to hate seeing them as upset as they will be when they find out."
But "upset" was hardly the word to describe Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's reactions. That same day, as soon as Molly received that letter, as she was doing some laundry, they came to Hogwarts. After classes were dismissed for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Professor McGonagal approached them in the Great Hall.
"Your parents are here Ron." Ron, Harry, and Hermione looked up from their plates which none of them had touched, and stared at McGonagal. "They want to see you three." She continued, obviously trying to be gentle and kind about the whole situation. Dumbledore must have informed her, Harry could see the pain in her face too.
The three of them silently stood up and followed Professor McGonagal to the Staff Room, where she ushered them in and left.
"Oh Ron!!!" Molly Weasley yelled as she instantly moved towards them and gathered them in a huge hug, tears streaming down her face.
Mr. Weasley stood to the side, he seemed to be rocking himself back and forth, his eyes shining with tears, and his hands stuffed nervously in his pockets. Dumbledore also stood to the side, tall and erect, surveying the scene with a look of mourning.
"We'll get my baby back!" Molly said through sobs. "Just you wait and see! We'll get her back!"
Harry patted her on the back as comfortingly as he could.
"Yes we will." He whispered more to himself than to the others. "Just you wait and see Malfoy. We will get her back."
******
Malfoy laughed as he realized Ginny was staring at the telephone.
"It wouldn't have worked if you had tried." He said mockingly. "What, do you think I failed Muggle Studies or something?"
Ginny glared at him.
"It wouldn't surprise me." "Well, I didn't. I put a curse on it before I walked out last night. Besides, who are you going to call? Now come on!"
Ginny finally obeyed. He thought of everything!
Once they were outside the hotel, Malfoy summoned another cab. But the driver of this cab didn't look half as friendly as Pete had been.
Ginny sat in silence in the back seat, as far away from Malfoy as possible. He had said they were going to get some new clothes, which in a way brightened the day just a bit for Ginny, but it also troubled her. If Malfoy was willing to spend money on new clothes, that meant he really was going to try and keep them both out of sight from the wizarding world. She wanted to know where he planned on taking her.
"Where are we going?" she finally asked.
"To get some new clothes."
"No, where are we going to stay, you know like when nighttime comes around again?" she replied, feeling another argument coming on.
"Don't worry about it." He said in a hushed tone.
"I think I have a right to know."
"Well I don't think you do."
"Tell me!!"
"Shut up!"
"I will if you tell me!"
"Fine." He replied, obviously ticked. He pulled out a muggle newspaper from his back pocket. "I found an add for a place that a retired couple put up for rent." He pointed to the add, and read, "Second floor of charming cottage for rent. Located on a 300acre lot, with a pond. Affordable, and only about an hour away from London. 12 Honey-" but he cut off.
"What do you need to know the address for?" he smirked, as they pulled up to a nice designer clothing store. But he had already given away a lot Ginny realized. And she memorized that information, as he pulled her out of the cab.
But Draco didn't notice that he left the newspaper in there. He also didn't see the shady figure approach the cab after they left, and didn't see that figure talking to the driver, handing over a large amount of bills in the process- for some much needed information for Voldemort.
******
Shortly after, on 12 Honeydew Lane, in a finely built remodeled cottage, sat Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher. They were a retired couple, happily married for forty-six years. Mr. Fletcher (Michael Fletcher) smiled over the top of his newspaper, as he watched his wife Rose working on her knitting. The blanket she was making was pink- like everything else she owned. Rose loved the color pink, and when they had bought the cottage, and the land surrounding it, she had wanted to paint their bedroom a pale pink. Michael had immediately refused that idea, he couldn't think he could take waking up to pink walls every morning. But after seeing the hurt look on Rose's face when her proposal was declined, he promised to paint the master bathroom pink. And he kept that promise, and allowed Rose to decorate the house however she wished (as long as there wasn't too much pink.) She did, throwing in small touches of pink in different places, like the centerpiece of the dining room table, and so on.
This particular blanket was for the grandchild that they hoped for soon. Their only son Marty had finally met a girl he was very attracted to, and he had mentioned that they might get married. Rose, thrilled at the prospect, had immediately started knitting pink bibs, clothes, socks, and blankets.
"If they even get married Rose, and if they even have a kid, what if it is a boy? Do you think Marty would want to put pink clothes on a boy?" he had asked her one day shortly after she had started on her pink knitting for the baby Marty knew nothing about.
"It'll be a girl." She retorted, without a pause.
"And how might I ask do you know that? They aren't even married yet!"
Rose looked up at him, her smooth face breaking into only a few wrinkles as she smiled.
"Trust me, it'll be a girl."
Michael just sighed. Rose really was a bright person, but she believed in little superstitious things too. He remembered her saying something about believing in witches and wizards. Michael had laughed it off, saying that she was crazy, but she remained firm in her belief.
Marty was an artist, much to Michael's disappointment. He had hoped that his son would follow him up in Law as he had done his own father, but Marty was different, and a bit difficult. He had wanted to travel the world ever since he could talk, and after finding that he had some talent in drawing and painting, he left right after high school. They got an occasional postcard from the different places he would visit, with paintings of them that he had done himself on the front. The last one had been from someplace in Ireland, where he had met the girl, Annie. And then surprisingly enough, Marty called them, and talked for a long while. Michael thought maybe Annie had pushed into his head that it was time to settle down. They seemed to really be in love. He was even planning on spending Christmas there in Ireland with her. Christmas was usually the only holiday Marty came home on.
"Goodness!" Rose said, bringing Michael out of his thoughts. "I'm almost out of my yarn!"
"Which color?" Michael joked.
Rose stood up, and put her hands on her hips.
"You know very well which color Michael!"
Michael chuckled. "I'll get you some more when I go into town for more hay and oats. That horse eats more than and elephant."
Michael was referring to Rose's horse, Julie. (Riding was another one of her passions.)
"More coffee?" Rose asked as she went into the kitchen.
"I guess I'll have one more cup before I leave-" but he was interrupted by a sharp knock at the front door.
"I'll get it darling, don't get up." Rose said as she made her way down the hall.
But before she even reached the door, it was blasted open with an ear- splitting sound. Rose screamed and fell back onto the floor. The sight that reached her eyes was the most frightening she had ever beheld.
Michael sprang from his seat and skidded to a stop in the hallway. Two people in long black robes and masks were standing over his wife, one of them holding a stick-like thing at her forehead. Michael bounded forward.
"Get the bloody hell out of my house!" he shouted at them. He pulled his wife up and shielded her with his body.
"Oh but this isn't your house anymore." Came the cold reply from underneath the hood of the man's robes.
"Go call the police." Michael whispered to Rose. "Run!"
She began to back away, her face turning whiter by the second.
"I don't think that's necessary." The hooded figure said.
And before Michael had time to respond the man had raised his arm, pointing that stick at him.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Rose watched her husband crumple to the floor. She covered her mouth tears spilling over, and taking one last glance at her dearly loved husband, turned and ran to the kitchen, to the back door. She heard the swish of cloaks following her as she reached the back door, and pulled on it with all her might. It was locked. She fumbled with the lock, trying to get it to turn, she remembered Michael saying he was going to fix it soon, it got stuck to often. She screamed and yelled beating on the door with her shaking hands, but knew it was to late. Those things were in the kitchen. Rose turned and faced them. She would die boldly, like Michael had.
"You're wizards from Satan." She said through clenched teeth.
"And you're one of the smartest muggles I've ever met. Not many muggles will admit that there are such things as wizards, even when they are in the face of death." The one that had killed Michael replied. "Except we're not from Satan, we're from Voldemort. But I guess that's close enough." He laughed and pointed his wand at her.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"I love you Michael." Rose whispered before the curse hit her. Then she too fell to the floor.
TBC
A/N: I swear I'll put more G/D in the next chapter!! I got kinda carried away with the other characters, I'm sorry!
I really really wish I had enough time to write long detailed replies to everyone who reviewed, but I don't. But I want you all to know that I love every one of them and they are greatly appreciated. If you leave your e- mail in your review I promise to write and express my gratitude or answer any questions you might have! Thanx! ~Sydney