The magical hit squad walked among the dead, trying to identify bodies. The
remaining death eaters, those that were still intact, were apparated away,
no doubt to Azkaban to await a trial.
Several of the members of the hit squad had ambled over towards a petite redhead. One of the men held out a small gadget that looked a little like a thermometer. The end of it turned bright green.
"She was a witch." The man said calmly.
"You're kidding," another man called.
"You mean.she was the one to injure all of those death eaters," a woman asked, from behind the two men.
"It appears that way."
"Wait, you missed this boy behind her."
The man pulled the gadget back out. Once again the light turned green.
"Yes, he was a wizard as well."
"But they're so young and to have injured all these death eaters."
Somewhere deep in her subconscious, Ginny was aware of the voices. She fought to get to the surface. Finally, she managed to open her eyes.
"My God, she's alive," one of the men called out.
"Don't be silly; she got hit with avada kedavra. You saw it yourself."
"No, I'm serious."
The man walked over resignedly with a sigh. When he caught sight of Ginny, he gasped out "My God!"
Ginny felt disoriented, but much more awake. She sat up a tad shakily.
"Am I alive," she asked the man in front of her confusedly.
"Of course you are. Though I'm not sure how..."
She stood up. "I wanna go home."
The man nodded sympathetically. The rest of the team was looking at her wide eyed.
"Why don't you tell me what happened first? Then, I'll escort you home myself."
She nodded, but couldn't help noticing all the eyes on her.
"Get back to work, you lot," the man called, noticing her gaze.
"Well, I am staying with the Barretts for the summer. I'm from England. Tristan Barrett was showing me around the city." She wiped her tears away fiercely. "We were sitting down at the fountain talking when all of a sudden a balcony came crashing down. Before we knew it death eaters were everywhere, torturing the muggles. We hid behind that statue and shot curses at the death eaters. They found my hiding spot and shot the killing curse at me, Tr-Tristan(she let out a small sob) dived in front of me and took the curse. I was so angry, I shot every curse I knew at the surrounding death eaters. Just when you got here, they had me surrounded and one of them shot the killing curse at me. I'm not sure how I am still alive."
"You didn't see any of the death eaters faces, did you?"
"No, they all had their hoods up. Sorry."
"It was to be expected." He sighed.
"A-Are you sure he's d-d-dead," she stuttered, afraid of the answer.
"I'm afraid so. Shall we head over to the Barrett's?"
She nodded, silently.
They walked through the city streets back towards the Barrett's house. Ginny couldn't believe such a beautiful, magical city could turn so ugly and gray in just a matter of minutes. She stifled a sob, as she passed through the markets of the unsuspecting muggles. They had no idea what had just happened. They didn't know who Voldemort was, more less that their lives were at stake. They just went on living, blissfully unaware of all that was happening around them.
They finally came to the Barrett's house. When they did, Ginny stood straight as a board. There, above the house, floated the dark mark. The first time Ginny saw that mark had been two years ago at the Qudditch World Cup. At the time, she hadn't understood what was so frightening about it. Sure, it was kind of gruesome, but nothing to get too worked up about. But now, she fully understood what her father had meant that day.
Before the man could hold her back, Ginny ran into the house. Her eyes frantically searched the room for them. She shot through the den and into the kitchen.
What she saw there made her scream. And she continued to scream until she ran out of air. She stood shaking from head to toe. The scene in front of her was not a pretty one. Floating in midair was Mrs. Barrett's head, blood still trickling down from it. Below it blood had begun to pool. Next to the blood lay Mr. Barrett's remains, large scorch marks were clearly visible on his face and there was a knife protruding from his back.
Ginny burst into hysterical tears. She was crying so hard that she was having trouble breathing. The man from the hit squad rushed in, out of breath. He surveyed the scene and pulled Ginny gently into the den. He sat her down on the couch, where she continued to shake and sob uncontrollably. The man knew that she was in danger of going into shock.
So, he muttered soothing words and she quieted a little. When she was calm enough to swallow, he handed her a slab of chocolate, which she nibbled on meekly.
"Let's get you to the ministry." He said, gently taking her hand. Together they apparated to the ministry of magic in Paris, France.
He bade her sit down on a couch in the waiting room while he spoke to someone in the transportation department. A few moments later, the man came out muttering to himself and looking quite irritable.
"Erm, I'm afraid we won't be able to send you home dear." He said, trying to avoid eye contact with her.
"What," Ginny asked, sounding quite pitiful.
"We won't be able to send you home. There are floo shortages all over Europe, apparating between countries is, of course, illegal, and port keys are indisposed of currently due to the Quidditch World Cup. We won't be able to send you home until the July 20th, as previously planned. We will, of course, be setting you up with another host family."
"B-But I don't want another host family! I want to go home," She cried out.
"I know. I'm very sorry." The man was finding difficulty believing this was the same strong girl who had fought off the death eaters. She looked so small and forlorn.
A ministry worker bustled out the door from which the man had just exited.
"Ms. Weasley, I presume."
She nodded her head, trying to gain composure.
"We have found you new accommodations. You will be staying with the Rookwoods, a very prestigious family indeed. I'm certain you'll be taken well care of."
Ginny paled.
"The Rookwoods? Are you sure?"
AN: Sorry it took me soooo long to get this out. Had a writer's block. Hope the chapter was okay. What is wrong with Ginny at the end? Who are the Rookwoods? Will Ginny be okay? How did she survive the killing curse?! Reviews are adored, worshiped, and loved(hint hint).
Thanks to: Neca: Your info was very helpful. Thanks so much. Andufeniel: Sorry it took so long!!! Caz: Err, sorry. I kinda had to kill him. Beccas: Hehe. Very true. Brown-Sugar: Poor Tristan. I had to kill him though. Yeah, she kicked some deatheater 'bootay' though.
Several of the members of the hit squad had ambled over towards a petite redhead. One of the men held out a small gadget that looked a little like a thermometer. The end of it turned bright green.
"She was a witch." The man said calmly.
"You're kidding," another man called.
"You mean.she was the one to injure all of those death eaters," a woman asked, from behind the two men.
"It appears that way."
"Wait, you missed this boy behind her."
The man pulled the gadget back out. Once again the light turned green.
"Yes, he was a wizard as well."
"But they're so young and to have injured all these death eaters."
Somewhere deep in her subconscious, Ginny was aware of the voices. She fought to get to the surface. Finally, she managed to open her eyes.
"My God, she's alive," one of the men called out.
"Don't be silly; she got hit with avada kedavra. You saw it yourself."
"No, I'm serious."
The man walked over resignedly with a sigh. When he caught sight of Ginny, he gasped out "My God!"
Ginny felt disoriented, but much more awake. She sat up a tad shakily.
"Am I alive," she asked the man in front of her confusedly.
"Of course you are. Though I'm not sure how..."
She stood up. "I wanna go home."
The man nodded sympathetically. The rest of the team was looking at her wide eyed.
"Why don't you tell me what happened first? Then, I'll escort you home myself."
She nodded, but couldn't help noticing all the eyes on her.
"Get back to work, you lot," the man called, noticing her gaze.
"Well, I am staying with the Barretts for the summer. I'm from England. Tristan Barrett was showing me around the city." She wiped her tears away fiercely. "We were sitting down at the fountain talking when all of a sudden a balcony came crashing down. Before we knew it death eaters were everywhere, torturing the muggles. We hid behind that statue and shot curses at the death eaters. They found my hiding spot and shot the killing curse at me, Tr-Tristan(she let out a small sob) dived in front of me and took the curse. I was so angry, I shot every curse I knew at the surrounding death eaters. Just when you got here, they had me surrounded and one of them shot the killing curse at me. I'm not sure how I am still alive."
"You didn't see any of the death eaters faces, did you?"
"No, they all had their hoods up. Sorry."
"It was to be expected." He sighed.
"A-Are you sure he's d-d-dead," she stuttered, afraid of the answer.
"I'm afraid so. Shall we head over to the Barrett's?"
She nodded, silently.
They walked through the city streets back towards the Barrett's house. Ginny couldn't believe such a beautiful, magical city could turn so ugly and gray in just a matter of minutes. She stifled a sob, as she passed through the markets of the unsuspecting muggles. They had no idea what had just happened. They didn't know who Voldemort was, more less that their lives were at stake. They just went on living, blissfully unaware of all that was happening around them.
They finally came to the Barrett's house. When they did, Ginny stood straight as a board. There, above the house, floated the dark mark. The first time Ginny saw that mark had been two years ago at the Qudditch World Cup. At the time, she hadn't understood what was so frightening about it. Sure, it was kind of gruesome, but nothing to get too worked up about. But now, she fully understood what her father had meant that day.
Before the man could hold her back, Ginny ran into the house. Her eyes frantically searched the room for them. She shot through the den and into the kitchen.
What she saw there made her scream. And she continued to scream until she ran out of air. She stood shaking from head to toe. The scene in front of her was not a pretty one. Floating in midair was Mrs. Barrett's head, blood still trickling down from it. Below it blood had begun to pool. Next to the blood lay Mr. Barrett's remains, large scorch marks were clearly visible on his face and there was a knife protruding from his back.
Ginny burst into hysterical tears. She was crying so hard that she was having trouble breathing. The man from the hit squad rushed in, out of breath. He surveyed the scene and pulled Ginny gently into the den. He sat her down on the couch, where she continued to shake and sob uncontrollably. The man knew that she was in danger of going into shock.
So, he muttered soothing words and she quieted a little. When she was calm enough to swallow, he handed her a slab of chocolate, which she nibbled on meekly.
"Let's get you to the ministry." He said, gently taking her hand. Together they apparated to the ministry of magic in Paris, France.
He bade her sit down on a couch in the waiting room while he spoke to someone in the transportation department. A few moments later, the man came out muttering to himself and looking quite irritable.
"Erm, I'm afraid we won't be able to send you home dear." He said, trying to avoid eye contact with her.
"What," Ginny asked, sounding quite pitiful.
"We won't be able to send you home. There are floo shortages all over Europe, apparating between countries is, of course, illegal, and port keys are indisposed of currently due to the Quidditch World Cup. We won't be able to send you home until the July 20th, as previously planned. We will, of course, be setting you up with another host family."
"B-But I don't want another host family! I want to go home," She cried out.
"I know. I'm very sorry." The man was finding difficulty believing this was the same strong girl who had fought off the death eaters. She looked so small and forlorn.
A ministry worker bustled out the door from which the man had just exited.
"Ms. Weasley, I presume."
She nodded her head, trying to gain composure.
"We have found you new accommodations. You will be staying with the Rookwoods, a very prestigious family indeed. I'm certain you'll be taken well care of."
Ginny paled.
"The Rookwoods? Are you sure?"
AN: Sorry it took me soooo long to get this out. Had a writer's block. Hope the chapter was okay. What is wrong with Ginny at the end? Who are the Rookwoods? Will Ginny be okay? How did she survive the killing curse?! Reviews are adored, worshiped, and loved(hint hint).
Thanks to: Neca: Your info was very helpful. Thanks so much. Andufeniel: Sorry it took so long!!! Caz: Err, sorry. I kinda had to kill him. Beccas: Hehe. Very true. Brown-Sugar: Poor Tristan. I had to kill him though. Yeah, she kicked some deatheater 'bootay' though.
