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If Ever A Star Shone Brighter, Chapter 9
"Why didn't you tell me of this sooner?"
Ginny stared at her feet, her hands clasped in her lap. She shrugged.
Draco sighed and gathered her in his arms. Holding her close, he stroked her hair. She told him everything. Everything including the deaths of Mrs. And Mr. Weasly, Cho's betrayal- everything. He realized how unstable she was, and how much she needed him, but she was still scared at the same time, "You're- you're not going to send me off somewhere, are you?" Her voice was muffled against his chest.
He sighed, "Well, it WOULD be the best thing to do. . ." he paused, "But how could I live without my favorite sister?"
Ginny gave a sigh of relief and hugged him even tighter. Draco bit his lip, 'She's too emotionally unstable; I can never leave her alone! And of course I could never leave my very own sister at a nut house. What would people think when they find out. . .?' "C'mon, sweet. You better be heading back."
Ginny smiled up at him and handed him a paper. He looked at it.
"It's what you wanted." She said as she got up and left.
He opened the paper and stared down at it.
"Gryffindor password: Potent Omnium 6th Floor, room 4 Schedule in back."
He chuckled softly and folded the note back up. He'll carry that around everywhere from then on.
Ginny lay awake at night, sick and tired of everything. She couldn't sleep, she had a major headache, and she was getting pissed off, because her voices wouldn't shut the fuck up. She sighed, reached into her all- famous nightstand, and pulled out a tourniquet, and the syringe along with a vile filled with transparent liquid. She stuck the syringe through the top and sucked a good portion of the liquid into the syringe. She then tightly wrapped the tourniquet around her left fore-arm, balled her fist up three times, held it while she took her other hand, with her index and middle finger, she tapped hard on the crook of her left arm, and inserted the needle into her veins. She bit her lip as she emptied the rest of the drug into herself. She then removed the syringe, and loosened the tourniquet from her forearm. She fell back onto the bed, bathed in a cold sweat, there where dark circles under her eyes. The voices slowly faded away, and she could hear nothing more. Her vision got blurry, and she tossed and turned in her bed. She loved the way it made her dizzy before she went under. When she was ready to puke, she gave in to the darkness, falling asleep on her stomach. The place she went to wasn't happy, but at the same time, it wasn't sad. She liked it. It was dark, and she felt. . . good. Like she could stay there forever. This was one Hell of a dreamless sleep. Far better than any the Infirmerary could give. She gave in to the darkness that threatened to swallow her whole, and had no intention of really waking up.
It was the afternoon, and Ginny had yet to come down. Malfoy was getting very worried. He decided to go up and check on her, see what was happening to her. He barged into the Gryffindor common room and ran up the girls' staircase, up six floors, and found room four. He barged into the room, and looked around. All the beds where empty except hers. She lay in a sprawl on her stomach; half her body was hanging off the bed. He rushed toward her, flipped her over, and sat her up. He looked at her, scared, and not knowing what to do. He checked her pulse, which was hardly there; he picked her up, carried her to the bathroom, and carefully undressed her (he was shocked in the mean time about how much she's grown). Then, he filled the tub up with cold water, lifted her up, and gently laid her in it.
As soon as she was fully in, however, her eyes shot open and she gasped. At first, he was relieved, as smile had formed on his face, but then, she started going into convulsions. She was violently shaking, and water splashed all over the walls. She was stiff, and it looked like she was having trouble breathing. She gasped for air, but she looked as if she was about to drown. Her hands where waving around, splashing into the water, legs flailing everywhere, she sobbed and tried to scream, but she could only try to grasp air. She then grabbed onto his shirt tightly, and wouldn't let go. He tried to pry her hands from his shirt, and she finally let go, only to wrap her arms around his neck and tighten her hold on him. He was having trouble breathing now, and it seemed like she was trying to drag him under the water. His eyes opened wide with fear, and he suddenly swept her up in his arms. She was startled, and she loosened her grip at first, only to tighten it more.
He gasped for air as he grabbed a towel, pried her arms from it's death grip, and laid her out on the bed with the towel wrapped around her. She sat on the bed, hugging her knees, rocking back and forth. He sat next to her and gently hugged her, rubbing her back, trying to get her warm again. She jerked away from him, and he sighed. He then sat in a chair in front of her bed, watching her like a dad watching his little girl. She started to crawl around the bed, and she then climbed into his lap, making little sobbing noises. He held her close, and she tilted her head against his chest. Finally, she sighed, and relaxed in his arms. He looked down at her, her eyes where closed. Fear gripped him once again. He grabbed her shoulders and gently shook her she slowly woke. She pouted, and shook her head, but he looked at her sternly, shaking his head. She looked back at him, a pout creasing her lips; her wet matted hair fell into her sad face. He held her close, and then took her hand. Feeling how icy it was, he rubbed her fingers with his. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. She looked almost grateful for him. She took a deep breath, and threw her arms around his neck, silently weeping into his neck. He sighed, and held onto her tightly, also.
Ginny sat on an inspection table in Hogsmede. She looked angrily up at Draco and the doctor. He had insisted he take her to the doctor, and all she could do was shake her head angrily. "It's ok!" he said, "My father has connections." So, naturally, the 'doctor' was really a Death Eater. They where now talking.
"She has severe brain damage."
"And-" Draco was growing impatient, "What's wrong with her voice?"
"I'm afraid she will never be able to speak again."
Draco sighed, and ran a hand through his already ruffled hair. The doctor continued, however.
"Muggles- they believe that people use only one third on their brains able capacity."
"What are you trying to imply here, doctor?"
"This little girl of yours, she's special. I can feel- I can feel this special power. I know she has it. She just needs to find it."
"What are you trying to imply here, doctor?"
"There is this spell-"
Draco cursed, 'they're just like centaurs . . .' he mumbled.
"She can tap into her whole mind, and soon enough, she will be able to tap into others, and move things without using her wand or her hands."
Ron stared into the fire. It had been a while, and he tried his best to avoid Ginny whenever he saw her coming down the hall. When he ran in a corner and hid from her, and then watched her, she sometimes would look up, feeling his eyes on her, and look over into his corner and give him a happy, inviting smile. He'd then back away, however, and she'd frown. He could never shake off what had happened. Seeing his sister with that look on her face, with that knife in her hands, it had haunted his dreams. Then, the look on his face when he shook her, his eyes wide, and insane. He didn't know. Anything. He was so scared, so confused, so angry.
"Ginny!"
Ginny turned. She was wearing a long black dress, simple and a bit plain; she wore black bracelets by the dozen up her arm. Her red flaming hair tumbled down her back, reminding him that although she had changed a lot, she was still a Weasly. When she saw him, she smiled up at him.
"Ginny, I- I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
She looked up at him seriously, understanding. He sighed, and went on.
"I guess I forgot. When I saw that knife in your hand, I thought you where, I don't know what I thought you where. I forgot you where the youngest in the family, and I forgot that mom and dads death was hardest on you-" he went back to his old excuses.
She merely smiled up at him and lifted her hand to his cheek. With the other hand, she pressed her index finger against his lips. He stopped. She took a deep breath, and spoke,
"Ronald Weasly, you have to open your eyes to the World, or else you'll bump into something."
She spoke slowly, and it sounded like the wind, so soft. She stared at her as she turned and walked away.
Draco stood at the window, staring out into the open land when a voice echoed through his head, 'you are restless tonight, Draco Malfoy' He turned, and there, standing in the doorway was none other than Ginny Weasly herself.
'Do not fret, my dear brother. Summer is nearly here.'
'I need not say anything with you here. I might not speak ever again!' Draco thought
'Just as well for me, I need another companion.'
Draco sat, silent. Then, 'Brother, DO slow down your thoughts. It's hurting me.'
"THEN STOP READING THEM!" he shouted. She winced, then sighed and took a seat. Motioning him to sit next to her.
"Cho is now fully in love with him by now."
'Cho, Cho, Cho.' Ginny said in a mental sigh, 'who cares about Cho? She's a failure. She will die soon. I can feel it.'
"Well, yes, of course."
'Harry Potter will be staying at The Burrow this summer.'
"Naturally, but they are still a bit jumpy what with that knife situation."
'I'm sorry.'
"It's, it's ok" He sighed, "Everything is going to be ok. . ."
A/N: Well, looks like my story is going to end soon, and yes, there will be a sequel. I'll get back to you in the next chapter.
If Ever A Star Shone Brighter, Chapter 9
"Why didn't you tell me of this sooner?"
Ginny stared at her feet, her hands clasped in her lap. She shrugged.
Draco sighed and gathered her in his arms. Holding her close, he stroked her hair. She told him everything. Everything including the deaths of Mrs. And Mr. Weasly, Cho's betrayal- everything. He realized how unstable she was, and how much she needed him, but she was still scared at the same time, "You're- you're not going to send me off somewhere, are you?" Her voice was muffled against his chest.
He sighed, "Well, it WOULD be the best thing to do. . ." he paused, "But how could I live without my favorite sister?"
Ginny gave a sigh of relief and hugged him even tighter. Draco bit his lip, 'She's too emotionally unstable; I can never leave her alone! And of course I could never leave my very own sister at a nut house. What would people think when they find out. . .?' "C'mon, sweet. You better be heading back."
Ginny smiled up at him and handed him a paper. He looked at it.
"It's what you wanted." She said as she got up and left.
He opened the paper and stared down at it.
"Gryffindor password: Potent Omnium 6th Floor, room 4 Schedule in back."
He chuckled softly and folded the note back up. He'll carry that around everywhere from then on.
Ginny lay awake at night, sick and tired of everything. She couldn't sleep, she had a major headache, and she was getting pissed off, because her voices wouldn't shut the fuck up. She sighed, reached into her all- famous nightstand, and pulled out a tourniquet, and the syringe along with a vile filled with transparent liquid. She stuck the syringe through the top and sucked a good portion of the liquid into the syringe. She then tightly wrapped the tourniquet around her left fore-arm, balled her fist up three times, held it while she took her other hand, with her index and middle finger, she tapped hard on the crook of her left arm, and inserted the needle into her veins. She bit her lip as she emptied the rest of the drug into herself. She then removed the syringe, and loosened the tourniquet from her forearm. She fell back onto the bed, bathed in a cold sweat, there where dark circles under her eyes. The voices slowly faded away, and she could hear nothing more. Her vision got blurry, and she tossed and turned in her bed. She loved the way it made her dizzy before she went under. When she was ready to puke, she gave in to the darkness, falling asleep on her stomach. The place she went to wasn't happy, but at the same time, it wasn't sad. She liked it. It was dark, and she felt. . . good. Like she could stay there forever. This was one Hell of a dreamless sleep. Far better than any the Infirmerary could give. She gave in to the darkness that threatened to swallow her whole, and had no intention of really waking up.
It was the afternoon, and Ginny had yet to come down. Malfoy was getting very worried. He decided to go up and check on her, see what was happening to her. He barged into the Gryffindor common room and ran up the girls' staircase, up six floors, and found room four. He barged into the room, and looked around. All the beds where empty except hers. She lay in a sprawl on her stomach; half her body was hanging off the bed. He rushed toward her, flipped her over, and sat her up. He looked at her, scared, and not knowing what to do. He checked her pulse, which was hardly there; he picked her up, carried her to the bathroom, and carefully undressed her (he was shocked in the mean time about how much she's grown). Then, he filled the tub up with cold water, lifted her up, and gently laid her in it.
As soon as she was fully in, however, her eyes shot open and she gasped. At first, he was relieved, as smile had formed on his face, but then, she started going into convulsions. She was violently shaking, and water splashed all over the walls. She was stiff, and it looked like she was having trouble breathing. She gasped for air, but she looked as if she was about to drown. Her hands where waving around, splashing into the water, legs flailing everywhere, she sobbed and tried to scream, but she could only try to grasp air. She then grabbed onto his shirt tightly, and wouldn't let go. He tried to pry her hands from his shirt, and she finally let go, only to wrap her arms around his neck and tighten her hold on him. He was having trouble breathing now, and it seemed like she was trying to drag him under the water. His eyes opened wide with fear, and he suddenly swept her up in his arms. She was startled, and she loosened her grip at first, only to tighten it more.
He gasped for air as he grabbed a towel, pried her arms from it's death grip, and laid her out on the bed with the towel wrapped around her. She sat on the bed, hugging her knees, rocking back and forth. He sat next to her and gently hugged her, rubbing her back, trying to get her warm again. She jerked away from him, and he sighed. He then sat in a chair in front of her bed, watching her like a dad watching his little girl. She started to crawl around the bed, and she then climbed into his lap, making little sobbing noises. He held her close, and she tilted her head against his chest. Finally, she sighed, and relaxed in his arms. He looked down at her, her eyes where closed. Fear gripped him once again. He grabbed her shoulders and gently shook her she slowly woke. She pouted, and shook her head, but he looked at her sternly, shaking his head. She looked back at him, a pout creasing her lips; her wet matted hair fell into her sad face. He held her close, and then took her hand. Feeling how icy it was, he rubbed her fingers with his. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. She looked almost grateful for him. She took a deep breath, and threw her arms around his neck, silently weeping into his neck. He sighed, and held onto her tightly, also.
Ginny sat on an inspection table in Hogsmede. She looked angrily up at Draco and the doctor. He had insisted he take her to the doctor, and all she could do was shake her head angrily. "It's ok!" he said, "My father has connections." So, naturally, the 'doctor' was really a Death Eater. They where now talking.
"She has severe brain damage."
"And-" Draco was growing impatient, "What's wrong with her voice?"
"I'm afraid she will never be able to speak again."
Draco sighed, and ran a hand through his already ruffled hair. The doctor continued, however.
"Muggles- they believe that people use only one third on their brains able capacity."
"What are you trying to imply here, doctor?"
"This little girl of yours, she's special. I can feel- I can feel this special power. I know she has it. She just needs to find it."
"What are you trying to imply here, doctor?"
"There is this spell-"
Draco cursed, 'they're just like centaurs . . .' he mumbled.
"She can tap into her whole mind, and soon enough, she will be able to tap into others, and move things without using her wand or her hands."
Ron stared into the fire. It had been a while, and he tried his best to avoid Ginny whenever he saw her coming down the hall. When he ran in a corner and hid from her, and then watched her, she sometimes would look up, feeling his eyes on her, and look over into his corner and give him a happy, inviting smile. He'd then back away, however, and she'd frown. He could never shake off what had happened. Seeing his sister with that look on her face, with that knife in her hands, it had haunted his dreams. Then, the look on his face when he shook her, his eyes wide, and insane. He didn't know. Anything. He was so scared, so confused, so angry.
"Ginny!"
Ginny turned. She was wearing a long black dress, simple and a bit plain; she wore black bracelets by the dozen up her arm. Her red flaming hair tumbled down her back, reminding him that although she had changed a lot, she was still a Weasly. When she saw him, she smiled up at him.
"Ginny, I- I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
She looked up at him seriously, understanding. He sighed, and went on.
"I guess I forgot. When I saw that knife in your hand, I thought you where, I don't know what I thought you where. I forgot you where the youngest in the family, and I forgot that mom and dads death was hardest on you-" he went back to his old excuses.
She merely smiled up at him and lifted her hand to his cheek. With the other hand, she pressed her index finger against his lips. He stopped. She took a deep breath, and spoke,
"Ronald Weasly, you have to open your eyes to the World, or else you'll bump into something."
She spoke slowly, and it sounded like the wind, so soft. She stared at her as she turned and walked away.
Draco stood at the window, staring out into the open land when a voice echoed through his head, 'you are restless tonight, Draco Malfoy' He turned, and there, standing in the doorway was none other than Ginny Weasly herself.
'Do not fret, my dear brother. Summer is nearly here.'
'I need not say anything with you here. I might not speak ever again!' Draco thought
'Just as well for me, I need another companion.'
Draco sat, silent. Then, 'Brother, DO slow down your thoughts. It's hurting me.'
"THEN STOP READING THEM!" he shouted. She winced, then sighed and took a seat. Motioning him to sit next to her.
"Cho is now fully in love with him by now."
'Cho, Cho, Cho.' Ginny said in a mental sigh, 'who cares about Cho? She's a failure. She will die soon. I can feel it.'
"Well, yes, of course."
'Harry Potter will be staying at The Burrow this summer.'
"Naturally, but they are still a bit jumpy what with that knife situation."
'I'm sorry.'
"It's, it's ok" He sighed, "Everything is going to be ok. . ."
A/N: Well, looks like my story is going to end soon, and yes, there will be a sequel. I'll get back to you in the next chapter.