"Shh! Can't you walk any quieter Potter?" Malfoy snapped, turning back to face Harry as the two of them walked down a long dark passageway leading to the chamber.

"Oh like your being any quieter! I can hear your footsteps echoing off the walls!"

"Funny, coz mine seem to be drowned out by yours!" They were facing each other now. They knew they couldn't stand each other but both knew they had to work together if they were going to get Ginny out.

"Look, there's no use in us fighting NOW, we can fight once Ginny is safe. Deal?" Harry said, holding out his hand and his head high.

"Fine." Draco didn't take Harry's hand, but instead grinned at him, turning around and starting back down the damp passage.

The darkness seemed consuming. The only light they could see was a faint yellow orange light far in front of them. Harry assumed, and Draco knew, that this was the chamber.

"You better do this right, Potter." Draco said under his breath as they reached the entrance to the chamber. They peaked through and could see Ginny lying still on the floor, unconscious. They could also see Voldemort and Pettigrew standing next to her, talking in hushed voices.

Well, Pettigrew was the only one talking. Voldemort looked distracted from what Pettigrew was saying and more focused on something else.

"Do it NOW!" Draco whispered loudly.

Harry steadied himself and raised his wand, pointing it at Draco who was standing facing him. He watched Draco close his eyes and spread his arms, readying himself.

"Demutatio draconigena!" Harry said, a dark black beam of negative light shooting from his wand and striking Draco. At first Draco stood perfectly still, his head raised to the ceiling and his arms open winged.

Then his back arched and his body began to alter itself. Dark black scales began to replace the skin and horns began growing from his head. His body twisted and elongated, forming a long snake like body.

Wings sprouted from his back, stretching themselves.

The change had occurred so quickly that Harry had barely any time to recognize where the Malfoy in the dragon had gone.

"Go Malfoy, GO!" Harry whispered, pointing towards the chamber.

Draco reared up on his hind legs and took off into the chamber, spreading his wings and soaring up towards the tall ceiling. The ceiling seemed to stretch for miles, a never ending spiral towards a top air vent that showed a cloudy sky and brought little light in.

"What th-" Voldemort began, watching the dragon with great interest as it swooped high up into the chambers. "What is the meaning of this Wormtail?!"

"I-I-I..don't know...s-s-sir..." Pettigrew stammered, watching the dragon timidly as it flew like a vulture over their heads, eyeing each of them hungrily with orange red eyes.

"You are so incapable Wormtail." Voldemort said simply, grinning up at the dragon and pulling out his wand. Harry, who was just about to accio Ginny to him, noticed this and saw Draco in danger.

Draco wasn't watching Voldemort, but instead was looking down at Ginny, swooping closer to her still body.

"Corrigo!" Voldemort yelled, his wand pointed directly at Draco. A beam of white light burst out of his wand and hit Draco directly in the chest.

Draco's body froze in midair, frozen in flight. Suddenly his back arched again and his body returned to normal. His body, wingless, began to plummet to the ground.

"Shit -" Harry said, seeing Draco falling. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Draco stopped 4 feet from the ground, and floated slowly back down.

His arms were flailing wildly and he jumped up when he landed on the ground, yanking out his wand and pointing it at Voldemort.

Harry let out a breath of relief and turned his attention back to Voldemort, who was currently pointing his wand directly at Draco.

"Your father was such a fool, boy..." he said, his face contorting in an evil grin that was more of a sneer. He watched as Draco slowly moved towards Ginny, standing in front of her; the only protection he could offer her now.

Harry noticed that she had started to wake up, her arm struggling to push herself up off the ground.

Ginny felt weak. She had no idea what was going on, and at the moment could hear nothing but slurred voices and see nothing but blurred figures.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and looked around her, looking straight up at Draco. "Draco...?" she said, her mind still trying to comprehend where she was.

One glance at Voldemort and she suddenly knew. "Oh my god..." she said, her eyes widening in horror as she saw Voldemort grinning maliciously at her and as Draco turned to face her, crumbling to the floor and clutching her in his arms.

"Oh Ginny..." he said, holding her tightly. Harry's eyes were still on Voldemort, who was standing still and straight, his eyes directly on Draco.

"Draco...this might be a good time to turn around..." Harry muttered to himself, keeping to the entrance way.

"I suppose now that I have you right where I want you, I'll have to do just what I did to your father and every other coward..." Voldemort said, his wand fixated on Draco. "Crucio!"

"NO!" Ginny yelled, pushing Draco behind her and taking the full blast of the powerful beam of light that shot out of Voldemort's wand. The pain for her was unimaginable.

She felt her flesh being torn apart, her insides being mutilated, her heart and brain burning fire hot. She could barely hear anything through the pain, much less even open her eyes.

What she did hear was a lot of screaming and a loud thump as someone fell to the floor beside her.

Prying her eyes open she saw Draco lying next to her, blood trickling from a cut on the top of his head. Her vision blurred and turned to black.

~*~

The world was spinning. When it came to a stop, a large jet black raven flew high overhead, clutching in it's talons a sword of gleaming silver. Stones covered in green ivy were coming into view along the walls, the vines snaking their way through a sea of granite.

Red hair flashed in her face, blurring her vision. Bright blood red in a color fading dream. A figure could be seen now standing motionless in front of her, clutching a wand in one hand and missing the other.

She tried to let out a scream, but it came out as a silent laugh. She found herself bawling over laughing and crying at the same time, uncontrollable emotions flooding her system.

The figure in front of her flickered, as old video footage would. Suddenly the silver sword replaced the wand, glistening brightly in the dark figures left hand.

She found the laughter leave her like water leaves the shore in a rush, pain and horror filling it's place. The sword was pointed at her. Bright light bounced off the blade as it stood pointed directly at her heart.

She couldn't speak. Words were useless as she prepared her body for death...

Ginny screamed, jumping up as her hand swung out in front of her. She heard a shrill cry of pain and her eyes flipped open, suddenly aware that the dream was over.

Her breath was ragged and raspy, coming in fast and yet too slow for her lungs. She clutched her chest and stared around for the person she had hit.

She saw Pettigrew sitting a couple feet away from her, clutching his right cheek. He seemed shaken and his eyes were constantly flitting around the room nervously.

Ginny looked around the room. She was still in the chamber, the cool hard stones still covered the ground and the walls still held a coldness that couldn't be matched.

Something was different though. She was alone in the chamber besides Pettigrew.

"Wh-where are Draco and Harry?" she said, cringing at the croaking of her own voice. Her throat was dry and her voice raspy, something she tried to fix by swallowing her saliva.

She glanced over at Pettigrew and saw that he had approached her, his wand in hand. "The Dark Lord has taken them away...I've been told to keep you here...so don't even think of leaving." he said as he pointed his wand at her, his hand shaking fervently.

Ginny looked at the wand and instinctively knew that this tiny man could do her no harm. She stood up, her legs wobbly and nearly failing beneath her.

She turned back to Pettigrew, anger in her voice. "Tell me where he took them."

Pettigrew's eyes kept flitting around the room and his whole body was shaking nervously. "I-I-I c-can't." he said, trying to gather courage in his voice but to no avail.

Ginny was growing impatient. She stepped forward and grabbed Pettigrew by the collar of his robes. "Tell me where they are," she said, more forcefully and threateningly then before.

This kind of forcefulness seemed to do the trick because Pettigrew winced as if preparing to feel a blow to the face. He stared at her nervously, gulping and clearing his throat.

"The Dark Lord took them to the...to the..." he said, sputtering.

"Yes....?" Ginny said, growing even more and more impatient.

"Chamber of Secrets."

Ginny dropped Pettigrew, watching in horror as he fell to the floor and tried to gather himself. "Why did he take them there?"

"I don't know...honestly." Pettigrew looked distraught and Ginny realized if it took him all that time to say three words then it would take a year for him to explain why Voldemort had gone back to the one place he knew Ginny feared.

Ginny closed her eyes, gathering her thoughts. She had to go and help them, she could be their only hope now. What if they're already dead? she thought, a tear escaping down her cheek. I have to make sure.

Running off through the chamber, she could hear Wormtail whimpering loudly, his cries echoing off the stone walls.

~*~