Bah, I'm sick of this, refer to the first bubbly thing. I disclaim, I own, I summarise and most of all I ramble. Do read on good friends!

Death, love and all that's in between.

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Oh Potter. Potter, Potter, Potter. This will hurt I suppose, in a small way. But then again, no pain no gain, vero?

So you have figured it out, oh my! You wonderful hero! But you really think I wasn't going to take care of you too? You wer–are the last, and then my revenge is complete. Oh-so complete, nearly nothing would bring me so much pleasure.

You were in on them, oppressing me … rude, careless, forgetting me. Oh how I played the role wonderfully, you never once suspected did you dear Harry? No I was too sweet and innocent, the meek … weak little one that saw all the good in the world and its occupants … but don't you know dear Potter that its always the most unlikely? You really aren't the auror everyone thought you were if it took you this long.

But then again, I must say I am particularly talented, no? I used a potion common enough to be in all households, but deadly enough to kill, I made suicide seem the only legitimate answer and most of all when I felt glee, excitement and a deep satisfaction … I showed you internal devastation. Who would suspect, little grieving me?

You did, dear Harry, but too late. I hope you had a nice life … once you're gone, I know I will. I will start afresh … with power, with love, with life. It'll be grand … and most of all I won't be exposed; hell Potter they don't want to find me, don't you get it? Once the golden boy's dead, whom will they turn to for help? They'll be too scared to find your murderer … the wizardry world will be in an uproar, I could just imagine what the prophet would have had to say: "The Boy-Who-Lived … GONE! WE ARE FACING MORTAL PERIL! YOU-KNOW-WHO IS BACK! FLY FOR YOUR LIVES! …" … Though most likely: "THE BOY-WHO-LIVED … DEAD", creative bunch aren't they?

Farewell and good riddance Potter. Farewell pain, suffering, anguish. Farewell to my concealment … my marvellous and unsuspecting act. Farewell to those I was forced to love externally but loathed beyond comprehension internally. Farewell to life with egotistical, blind morons. Thank Salazar's wand for revenge. I promised it would be mine, and tonight, dear Potter … it will be.

Sweet revenge. All mine. I hoped you all enjoyed it as much as I did. Goodbye

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… So Harry had more then just one drink, so he had a few, god-dammit he was in control, he was Harry Potter! He was the-boy-who-lived! He was the wizardry worlds Golden boy! … He was fucken plastered!

Harry giggled happily as he stepped out onto the alley, the cold hitting him like a semi-trailer, going straight into his head, clearing it slightly. Very slightly, maybe minutely … but doing something. His giggles turned to a slight frown at the files still in his hands, tomorrow. He just needed to sleep and sob some more at his losses. Tomorrow he would go to the ministry and get the savage, ruthless human that was allowed the power to practice magic. It was sick.

He walked slowly down the Alley, another couple of minutes and he'd be home. He started humming the chorus of Ron and 'Miones favourite song when he heard the sharp footsteps behind him. They were strong confident steps, boots of some description he deciphered. He turned around to see a black cladded figure. The killer. Murderer. The sicko. Before he had a chance to re-act, his face was grabbed by glove covered palms and a cloth of some description was forced into his open mouth. He tried to spit it out but an invisible barrier kept it clamped down towards his mouth. In moments he was drifting away into to darkness with only one coherent thought focusing in his mind.

'Ginny … how could you … Gin…'

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Virginia twirled the 11-inch holly phoenix core wand around and around. She eyed it critically, there was an aura of power to it … even in the hands of another. Virginia ran her finger down the wand and sighed out of sheer boredom, how long was the boy going to be out? Sure she'd used a stronger dose on Potter, but he was The-Boy-Who-Kept-On-Living for Merlins sake! Virginia grinned bitterly at the motionless body, she was having fun, finally getting her revenge and it was going to be over oh-so-soon. She loved it! She glanced at her wristwatch, another one of her dear father's ingenious birthday presents, what was wrong with the man? Virginia shook her head in disgust and sneer crept over her face that would've made Lucuis and Draco proud.

She heard a soft, tortured moan to her right and grinned happily and fell gracefully into the chair opposing the now slowing reviving Harry Potter. She waited until Harry was fully wakeful and watched and sure enough …

"Oh no! Mr Binkins! You cant, its not safe for you to be here … no no no Binkins, run there's a mad woman loose and she'll get you to dear Mr Binkins–" Ginny growled at that. Mad woman? Who was he calling mad!

"Potter, as lovely as it is watching you re-acquaint yourself with your lost child hood friend, I believe we have things to discuss, vero?" Her tone was crisp like chips of ice; her eyes were cold and casting a chilling gaze in the direction of Potter. Not one happy 'mad woman'!

"You…" he croaked out, resembling a distinct cross between a frog and toad. Ginny just laughed cruelly into the night air.

"Me? Surprised Harry?"

"It's always the ones you trust…" Virginia's eyes flickered at that and her frustration and anger ascended a knot.

"Trust? Trust? What do you possibly know about trust? Never once, not once did you, or Ronald dear or that annoying mudblood ever trust me. You were all so caught up in your little world of the 'Terrific Trio' to not notice anything going on around you, or anything changing." Virginia stopped at smiled serenely "But that's alright … you know why? Well I'll enlighten you … because I've finally had my revenge … little … old … innocent me"

"… How could you? They were your family! They were also my family god-dammit Gin!" Harry's voice wavered on the last word; face screwed up in a vain attempt to stop himself from crying, but in moments the torrents of threatening tears gave way and his whole body racked with sobs. Virginia just rolled her eyes.

"Oh honestly Potter, grow up! Technically you're right it was my family, but you know just as well as I do that they always treated you and Granger more like their children then they did me. Ever since you, the poor little dear, stopped us at Kings Cross Station, its been 'Oh poor Harry' 'Oh that poor thing' 'Oh what should we do for Harry this year' … with sickening influences like that, why do you think I developed a ridiculous school girl crush on you?"

"I know you don't mean it Ginny…"

"And stop calling me Gin and Ginny, my name is Virginia, Virginia! V-I-R-I-G-I-N-I-A, can you tell me what that spells Potter, or is your brain to small to grasp that?" she asked sarcastically. "But forget my name, you don't seem to have known it for more then a decade, don't we have more important things to discuss? Such as your best friends deaths? Perhaps your ex-professors death? Or better yet … Your death? I know you don't want to die ignorant Harry, that just isn't our style."

Harry glared at her, caught in a mental battle. Virginia saw it all in his eyes, she'd studied her quarries long and hard for years, and now she knew their every move. Harry couldn't deceive her, she was sure of that. She saw the resignation in his eyes and propped her chin in her palms. Harry swallowed hard and then softly, while never taking her eyes of her " … Why?"

Virginia took her time, making a formidable display with his wand, pausing dramatically while showing an expression of glee on her face, like a child hearing their favourite bedtime story. "Well it's really quite simple Harry my dear; Revenge. That inconsequential eight letter word that can cause us to do great and wonderful things. It was what I wanted, and I always get what I want."

"But Gin…Why did you…couldn't you…" Virginia rolled her eyes again and snapped back.

"No I couldn't! Do you know how long I've wanted to hurt you all? For all your rude careless mistakes to me as an adolescent? For all your oppression? For your torments and blocking my path to power? God harry don't act so fucken blind. Don't think you're going to die a pleasant death by thinking you weren't at fault. You were."

"But…"

"Shut-up. Listen and listen well. I'll be direct, succinct and blunt. Parkinson? Why old pug face? Simple: power. In under a week I'll have absolute power over Witch Weekly, the most read magazine of the Wizardry World, with influential media like that at my fingertips, I can do what I want! Don't you think this was planned down to the last detail? Always pushing Amber to work the best, so she'd get the job until she left for Italy? Then who would she give it to, beside her dear sweet old pal?"

"You mean her two-faced, back-crossing bit–" His sentence ended in a short agonised scream.

"Do you and Ronald dear have the same problem of following instructions? Shut. Up. That was just a small dosage of the Dor Schmerz spell. A little ticklish wasn't it? Now I repeat. Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Virginia paused again, with a swish of his wand she made the shackles slightly tighter, she then continued on acting as if nothing was amiss.

"McGonagall you ask? Sweet old professor?" A short snort escaped her "Sweet my luscious behind. That woman stopped me so many times … when I finally grew a backbone in my 5th year, who was the one that gave me the most detentions? When I aced every single one of her ridiculous 'pop quizzes', what did she say? Nothing. When I had the marks to move ahead in five of my nine subjects, who offered it to me? Snape! Not our beloved head of house. She never wanted to believe that I was better then your beloved mudblood. Because I wasn't a library dork know-it-all like Granger I wasn't good enough to compete with her. She was one of the fucking reasons I didn't partake in your stupid war." She cast Potter a dark glance "You know as well as I do that I would've been a handy alliance to have. But that stupid muggle-loving bitch thought it best I should stay somewhere safe. She was the reason everyone doubted my allegiance in the war, planting a seed of uncertainty of my loyalties in all your minds. She got exactly what she deserved for holding my power and myself back. She figured out what talents I truly had when she uttered her last words."

Virginia started to haze of into the distant. She gazed up at the moon and saw its strong illumination. The moon shone directly down on their patch of land in the middle of the English countryside. Moonbeams casting shadows at every angle, like a hazardous patchwork … She shook her head to clear her thoughts and brought her mind back down to the troublesome burden at hand. It'll be over soon, she reassured herself.

All over soon. Over. Complete. Revenge, oh-so-complete.

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Harry shifted ever so slowly against the shackles as Ginny started to stare of into the distance. He felt the shackles around his wrist … he needed to keep her talking; it was the only way!

"That's sick! What did your–" Another session with the Dor Schmerz curse. Harry gritted his teeth in a futile attempt to stop from calling out, he had survived all three of the unforgivable curses god-dammit! This minor pain was not going to hurt him. Suddenly he felt his side being ripped away, in deft painful motions. It went further to his chest, this pain was worse then before it seemed to be cutting deeper, deeper … and then it stopped. Harry released his breath and panted hard, shifting uncomfortably with the stinging of his sides.

"Potter, don't you ever learn? Now where were we?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, she was talking. She was getting bored, keep talking he willed with all his might. "Ah yes, the third death … the double death. My dear old loving parents. Molly and Arthur Weasley loving me? They didn't know how to love me, sure as a child I had everything we could afford, and they showed me care … but then that changed. After my first year no matter what happened, everyone watched me. They started comparing me to that 'dear sweet thing Hermione' … they spent more money on you and Granger then they did on me! They started treating me like the guest. They were unapologetic towards Percy, and they never ever tried to understand what was going on with me. That was your fault. And Ronalds. And Grangers. They started doting on you three, as if you were the be all and end all of their lives, I'm pretty sure they forgot I existed after my third year. They obviously regret that now, being six feet under and all. Ah"

Harry heard the emotion in her voice and for a moment was fearful of her breaking down into sobs, but he saw her composed face. It was frightening and comforting at once, to know that someone who believed was going to be your killer was holding so much repressed antipathy while maintaining composure and control. He waited for her too continue while discreetly rotating his wrists against the now warm metal. Keep going Gin…

"Yes well, then there was my dearest brother Ronald. Now why him? My last explanation should've been enough. He used to care about me, the last time he cared about me was at the end of my first year. You and Granger became his little world; it was sickening considering he was such a tag-along. He forgot about me because of you two and he was so careless with his treatment of me. He wanted for me to be his baby sister with never engaging in brotherly sisterly activities with me. He deserved death after all the times he shut me off. Do you know what happened in my fourth year Potter, do you?"

Harry was tempted to shout at the top of his lungs but shook his head dimly. What was she on about?

"Ronald dear found me standing out of the Astronomy Tower window. I was thinking of taking that final plunge into a pitiful death. He came up with Granger for a snog session, saw me standing there … looked between Granger and myself and just added a 'be back soon Gin' in a preoccupied tone while following Granger out. Neville found me and convinced me to come back down. That's my dear brother. He deserved to be pushed off that tower that evening. You three were so fucking alike; oblivious to everyone … but you three never hurt anyone like you did me. So I decided I'd get you, and ha! Guess what I … I did." Virginia's full attentions were back on Harry now; he had to keep her preoccupied while he shifted with the clamps once again, feeling his right hand loosen diminutively.

"You haven't! You won't get away with this! Do you hear! You–" Harry opened his mouth to shout but nothing came out … a silencio spell was put on him … he pouted in annoyance and waited for Ginny to continue on.

"Oh honestly Potter don't pout like a baby, your voice is just so irritating, has it always sounded this bad?" Harry wanted to cry out in indignation at that remark, but that was frivolous. "You'll be dead soon, I don't want you wasting your screams until then. Now stop squirming, I only have a little while left before you'll be dead." At 'stop squirming' Harry had gone still, had she noticed his movements?

Virginia looked Harry straight in the eye and yawned. "Nearly done Potter, this will be a joke … the most evil dark-lord wasn't your down fall or death, but a little old Weasley will be. Ironic, vero? … Now back to our task at hand … we finally come to dear old Headmistress Granger. I believe my annoyance with her is self-explanatory. She was a useless chit of a girl that always took what rightfully should've been mine away. She took away my brother with you, she took away my road to power … she even took away my parents love! But enough I am sick of dwelling on these trivial instances of the past. Lets just kill you and be done with … the sun will be out in a few hours and I have to haul your heavy body to a strategic place."

Harry saw Virginia raise her wand and this time he did call out, though he couldn't be heard he screamed … he was pressing against the shackles desperately. He nearly whooped in delight as he felt the right clamps give way. He schooled his features to show indifference and worked his right hand discreetly behind he back onto his left clamp. Virginia looked at him peculiarly for a second and then went on without another glance at Harry.

"I guess you'll have something to say before your bloody death, you're all alike; talking incessantly until you die." Virginia sighed and took off the silcenio spell. Harry pretended not to notice as his mind was deeply preoccupied with the left clamp that only had seconds … he needed her to keep talking, even if it was about how she thought she would win…

Harry feigned curiosity and awe "But … it was ingenious … how?" He saw Virginia's raised eyebrow and nodded in belief that he had bought more time. Merlin, sometimes he was ever so clever.

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Virginia was laughing uncontrollably inside; did this boy really think he was clever? She had seen him fidgeting with the clamps somewhere between the Astronomy tower story and his pathetic outraged cry in belief that he'd win this. Was the boy blind? She would have her revenge and he was the final piece.

She wondered if she should play along with his little game? What the hell, it wouldn't hurt would it?

Virginia inconspicuously rolled her eyes and pretended to be impressed with his 'awe' of her.

"I know, I know I must say that it was quite clever. But I had it planned. Details down to the last instance. This was machinate years in the making, from the Be-Lexium, to the positioning of the wands, to planting Grangers locket for you to find hell to even practicing my grieving. Don't you think I had all my bases covered?" Virginia shook her head at the pitiful picture that was Potter. "Potter, Potter, Potter. Don't you see? I made an art of my killings; the confuddlement of the ministry aurors believe me, they will be remembered … that I promise you. I've had my revenge, all of the six murders were rewarding and satisfying…" Virginia waited and watched Harry intensely and then she heard the quite sound of metal rubbing against metal, coming to its final breaking point. She grinned as Harry pretended not to notice anything amiss, finally a challenge! " … But yours will be especially sweet." She finished with a small smile playing at her lips.

Harry grinned at Virginia knowingly, Virginia wondered if he was always this transparent …

"You won't get away with this!"

"But Harry don't you see? I already have! You … 'The ministries top auror' couldn't figure out it was I until your deplorable end … who else is there wizard enough to figure out my assortment of clues? With you gone I'm free to enjoy life, you're the last one standing in my way. Why wouldn't I be rid of you? And I will divest the world of you, that is a promise … Who is going to stop me?" Virginia stood up for the first time and stretched like a cat. She twirled Harry's wand and waited for his predictable response.

Harry's eyes didn't stray from her cool gaze as he answered softly, but with affect. "Me."

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Suddenly Harry lunged at Ginny before she had a chance to re-act; her response was a shrill shriek that resembled a banshee. Before Harry knew what he was doing he had her pinned under him, squirming. He would stop her … he had too!

"Harry James Potter, get your bloody troll like body off me!" Harry growled as her knee came up to his prized jewels, he swore that he could see white lights from the pain. He tried to block out the pain, but before he knew it, he was being rolled over by Ginny … when had she grown such strength? His amazement must've showed as he was pinned under her "What? Shocked that I have muscles? Well really Potter, you know that I keep up my exercise … Draco provides plenty of practice every night" He bore his teeth in a feral manner at Ginny, the chit of a girl needed to be taught lessons. What he needed though right now was his wand.

His eyes darted around him to take in his surroundings. He felt a wave of nausea and shook it off. He then saw Ginny lift his wand, but before she could call out the words, he kicked her in the elbow, making the wand go flying. Harry grabbed her sides and pinned her to the ground … now how to get the wand without leaving her? Harry had a split second to weigh out his choices, after that split second he jumped up and raced to the wand. He groped for it for a moment in the dark and then felt his fingers collide with something long and narrow … his wand! He grasped it and whirled around to face a bored looking Ginny; picking casually at pieces of grass sticking to her black attire.

He struck his body in a duelling pose but it seemed that Ginny was making no pretences of moving towards her wand. What the hell? He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion … was this a trick? Harry swallowed hard at his suddenly tight throat; it felt as if invisible restraints were contracting around his neck. Harry tried to swallow again. He felt a tremor in his left shoulder. What the…?


Harry tried to fight the increasing way of nausea, his breathing was getting harder, heavier … Harry focused his eyes on Ginny. He tried to stand straight but started to feel a weakness slip through his body. He tried to feign stronger outward composure, holding the wand in a death-grip. "What are you…" he shocked himself with the sound of his voice, gone was the smooth flow of words he was usually accompanied with. This voice was raspy, choked … painful.

Ginny just smiled at him serenely, Oh no … Harry tried his hardest to concentrate, willing his body to stand proud but the tremor in his shoulder gave a jerk and he screamed in agony. It was worse then the Dor Schmerz spell, this was clawing away like a thousand … his entire body contracted and recoiled. Then suddenly as quick as it started, it stopped. He felt his arm go limp as if loosing all feelings, the nerves not reacting, lifeless. Dead.

Harry watched with horror as his wand fell from the now loose grasp of his dead arm. He tried to bend down to retrieve it but the blood rush was too much and he fell to the ground shivering in ice-cold waves. Oh so cold … warmth … he needed warmth just then he felt a warm body come up close and hiss "Fool! You think the Be-Lexium didn't have any side effects? The 'killing' part perhaps?"

"You wont, get away with this…" Harry tried to go on but the breathing was becoming so hard … painful … He gritted his teeth in pain and wished it to go away … away … He could barely hear the voice any more but he felt a boot clad foot roll him over to his back.

Gin … Oh Ginny … How could you … Sleep … darkness … Stop the pain … nice simple slumber…

His eyes were heavy, it'd be so easy to sleep he thought idly but a final hiss caught him back "I already have you fool! Good bye Potter; my revenge has been honeysuckle sweet." He watched her figure loom over him and saw a flash of green, his final vision in the world of the living.

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A/N: Right then. Well you see … um; that's all I have done. I could bother writing more, but that would involve thinking … and right now my brain is one large vat of motor oil.

Did you enjoy it? I do hope you did, I loved writing it when I did … just because I was doing something not wasting away hours. And once again thanks to MYSTIQUE and Tara. Take care all, and you'll know when there's another chapter up if you care.


Ciao,

Nupil.