Mercy
By SociallyUnacceptable
Summary: He's the only believed able to help her, she's the only believed who can save him.
Until a change of fates appears, her name is Mercy and her subconscious aim is to kill
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize does not belong to me.
Chapter POV: Third Person
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Virginia Weasley's head pounded as she awoke, it had been only a week and a bit since Mercy Enfield had arrived at Hogwarts and still her nightmares continued to get worse.
It was the same dark dream, she and Mercy in the middle of nowhere battling it out till eventually Virginia was hit.
Which was exactly when she'd wake up. Head pounding, body sweating and the suns heat streaming down on to her thick Hogwarts blankets.
She kicked the blankets off and scrambled out of bed pulling back the bed curtains.
The other beds were neatly made and everyone seemed to be off about the school grounds.
She pulled her night-wear of, which were unsurprisingly a pair of Rons old teddy-bear pyjamas, about two inches too long at the legs and cut short at the arms.
She stared at herself naked in her mirror, her tummy was rounded and there were rolls of flab, and stretch marks lined her legs and hips,
which also contained a lot of meat. Her freckles stuck out blandly, on her pale complexion.
However, her despondent thoughts rarely cheered up on her facial features and hair.
These were all just about perfect, nose was a perfect ski-slope, her eyes a deep blue and her hair wasn't the nasty orange colour, but had evolved to a very dark auburn. She closed her eyes and turned to open a drawer, pulling out a plain blue t-shirt and a graying pair of jeans and left the girls dormitory.
The front lawn was full, it often was at the beginning of the year, when the sun was out. Slytherins usually were near the forest, Gryffindors by the lake, and Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws everywhere else. She approached the lake, ignoring the snide remarks off
"Puddinia!" and "Rolly!" and the trademark one from Malfoy, usually on the lines of "Hey Weasel, did you eat out the kitchen again?"
Ginny's ears would burn red, and she'd let her hair fall into her face. Approaching the lake, she collapsed down next to Hermione.
"Hey," She breathed, her face not quite pale yet. Hermione noted this,
"Slytherin's giving you a rough time?" She said empathically.
"What else? I don't think it gives them more pleasure then sex." She said dryly, Hermione laughed. Ginny's gaze fell on Harry,
he was laughing in the lake with Ron and Seamus, splashing each other.
"Perfect Harry Potter." She muttered, Hermione looked up at her from her book.
"What was that?" She said, her eyebrows raising a little as she looked up.
"Huh?" She said, looking innocent.
"Did you say something?" She said.
"No." Ginny said flatly and fell onto her back. The clouds formed different wisps and shapes, each one telling a different story.
Perfect Harry and the Dream Team. The hero, the brains and Ron-
who hangs on the coattails of what he won't be. Ginny said to herself bitterly.
His parents might be dead- but he has friends, he's got the fame, even if he denies it being great
. He'll always have people- and money. But what do I have? A house which is held together by magic?
About two galleons in total? Brothers which hardly notice me and hidden bruises due to a ton of abuse from my so-called parents.
The ones who fight all the time and then act like a pair of newly-weds the next morning. This was while I was at Hogwarts, hell knows what happens now. Ginny felt something poke her ribs, making her jump almost a foot off the ground.
"Shit head!" She screeched at her attacker, which revealed himself to be Ron, he frowned.
"Hmph, nice to see you to." He said. Ginny scowled at him
"What do you want?" She snapped, he was not taken aback.
"I want to know what's going on." He demanded, he's voice leaning on the anger.
"Excuse me?" She said. Ron sighed in exasperation.
"I heard some girls talking this morning, saying you were sweating and screaming 'Mercy' or 'Draco' in your sleep." He said. "What are you doing screaming his name?" Ginny could only stare at him in disbelief, how dare he imply something as disgusting as.that. She shot up to her feet.
"I don't know, what fucking right you believe you have to come up and ask about what is going on in my mind?" She said, her voice ridden with annoyance, anger. "You may think I'm still your little sister, and to a certain extent I am. But I am not a little girl anymore. I'm sixteen and getting older, and it would be very much appreciated if you would back off." With that, she left, leaving a very much surprised Ron behind.
The light in Mercy's private study was growing dim, as the sun was setting and she could not be bothered to reach over and light up the fireplace.
Daily prophets, letters for interviews, letters from Beauxbatons, drawings of frustration, books of doodlings and magic theories
which she'd started at Beauxbatons and attempted at Hogwarts.
Yet, she could find no news on her mother. She'd searched everything from psychology- 'Why People Disappear' to magic
'Common and Uncommon Reasons for Disappearance'. Although none would match up, as far as she knew,
her mother was not a Quidditch umpire, nor was she a 'Suffering Artist'.
She was confused and lost, she wanted to speak to someone.
Without the friends Mercy had at Beauxbatons, she had no one.
No family.
No friends.
No Home.
Dumbledore had clearly told her not to do any interviews, it would cause trouble and bring attention to the students. Yeah.right. He probably just doesn't want anyone to know he believes it's Voldemorte. She thought.
She looked around at her bare room, she'd had full permission to decorate it to suit her, as she had no house and no colour scheme to follow. But she'd left it the same way she'd found it, same bed linen, same stone walls and same 3 metre fireplace along the wall and the same white wash furniture, apart from the two dark blue sofas around the fireplace. The table a vase of dying daffodils, which she highly doubted she would replace, the house elves were likely to get sick of them and place fresh ones in there. The only reason her room was at it's current state, was due to the house elves. She looked out her window and saw an owl fly out of the Owlery and sent a blast of angry energy at the window.
Ginny couldn't help but to laugh at the general naivety of muggles, she was looking far, out into the distance towards Hogsmede and saw a group,
of what looked to be American tourists. They were looking at a map in confusion, almost swearing there should be some form of petrol station nearby.
"Ginny?" She heard a female voice call. "Are you in here." Ginny shut her eyes tightly, silently wishing they'd go away.
"Hello Hermione." She called out lightly.
"Are you ok? I mean, I saw your outburst at Ron." She said tentively, not wanting to rile her up.
"I'm fine." Ginny said sharply, knowing Hermione was trying not to press buttons. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a shower." With that, Ginny turned and left the girls dormitory. After turning left at the portrait, she had no idea where she was heading.
Until she turned into a corridor and collided with something tall.
"Watch it Weasley, I wouldn't want you to explode from the joy of touching something you can't afford." Her gaze drew skyward to meet Draco Malfoy's steely grey eyes.
"Like you'd even know what I can afford." Ginny said to him shortly, standing up to him in a way he didn't even imagine, she saw something flicker in his eyes. Something like reminescence, or maybe even worry.
"Too true, but then. Maybe you aren't as poor as we think you are," He said silkily his hand running over her rather plump cheek. "I mean, with all this.excess skin," He grinned evilly. "The food must have come from somewhere. Or maybe, your getting, outside help, hmm?" He was looking at her suggestively and Ginny felt the rage boil up inside her, the smouldering hot hate she'd contained for Draco rise into her eyes.
"You bastard," She said, her eyes turning a dangerous orange amber. "How fucking dare you?!?!" She reached behind for her wand and drew it out, but Draco was far too quick.
"Serpensortia," He hissed out as a snake flew out of his wand and began to wind round Ginny's neck, her wand held tightly in her hand but her circulation cut off she couldn't even whisper.
"DRACO MALFOY!" Someone screeched. The two Hogwarts pupils turned to look.
It was Mercy.
"Do you really want your father to know you attacked someone? She may be 'just a Weasley'. But I remember exactly WHAT your father said to you. I was there, remember? Three years ago?"
Draco called off his snake.
"I wasn't going to let it too tight." He drawled, then his tone sharpened. "And I know exactly what my father said to me. I'd prefer it if you didn't mention him."
"I'll not mention him if you'd back off from people." Mercy snapped back. "C'mon, lets get you cleaned up.Christ girl, you're sweating like a pig.."
Mercy and Ginny were in the girl's bathroom, Ginny was trying to calm down and Mercy was talking quickly about the indecency of Malfoy.
"Gawd, you'd thought after two years he'd have grown the hell up!" She said pacing about.
"Um.I guess you've met then?" Ginny asked. Mercy gave a dry laugh
"Call it an unwanted aquaintance." She said. "So, he's always been the bastard he is then?"
"Yeah, he got transfigured into a ferret in his fourth year though. I don't think he's quite over the humiliation." Ginny told her, Mercy laughed loudly at this, a loud friendly laugh. She hadn't laughed like this since her father died. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.
"I have to go, I've still got a Transfiguration essay for McGonagall." So Ginny left, her nightmares not even touching on her mind.
"Wormtail! Where the hell are you?" The voice echoed around the basement, hitting off the walls and creating a screeching noise, so precise it hurt Wormtails ears.
"I'm here Master." He said bowing his head a little.
"Oh, lift your head up you stupid fool." Voldemorte sneered. Wormtail slowly raised his head to be revealed to the nightmare before him. Pallid, white snake like skin.
His eyes were dark red, which seemed to be almost flat he had no eyebrows, for i'm sure he felt them almost unessescary.
His nose were two flat tulip-like petals, and his mouth seemed to be scarred, almost decyaing in a scary manner.
"What is Enfield's current position?" He inquired, staring into the fire.
"Sh- She's nowhere, Master." Wormtail stuttered.
"Nowhere?" He said, his voice slightly bemused.
"Well, she's nowhere with the young Malfoy sir, I'm doubting whether the propecy is accurate, it only said that she-" He was cut off by a loud noise from Voldemorte telling him to get on with it.
"However her and the Weasley girl have met- by incidence of Malfoy, I believe." Wormtail squeaked out quickly.
"Wonderful.bring me Alana." He said and Wormtail ran off, arriving back two minutes later with a tall, auburn haired woman wearing an emerald robe.
"Hello, my Lord." She said demurely and curtsied. Voldemorte took her hand and kissed it.
"Sit down, Ms Enfield." He said, conjuring a chair up.
"Thank you." She said and took the seat graciously.
"Now, I you will not be pleased to know that Mercy has made no move on the young Malfoy, yes Lucius does know this. However, she has met the little Weasley." Voldemorte said.
"I see.." She said choosing her words carefully.
"However, do not be disappointed. We cannot expect her to simply 'jump him', I think the term is. Unless you want to scare her, I will have talk to Lucius next time I see him." He finished. "You are dismissed."
Alana Enfield got off the chair and bowed once again.
"It was an honour to be in your presence, my Lord." Then she turned to go.
"Wormtail!" Voldemorte screeched again, Wormtail ran forward. "Get Linkoln to make me a potion, it must be fit to these descriptions." He conjured up a list of
requirements and gave it to him. Wormtail bowed and left the room, tripping over his robe in the process.
By SociallyUnacceptable
Summary: He's the only believed able to help her, she's the only believed who can save him.
Until a change of fates appears, her name is Mercy and her subconscious aim is to kill
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize does not belong to me.
Chapter POV: Third Person
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Virginia Weasley's head pounded as she awoke, it had been only a week and a bit since Mercy Enfield had arrived at Hogwarts and still her nightmares continued to get worse.
It was the same dark dream, she and Mercy in the middle of nowhere battling it out till eventually Virginia was hit.
Which was exactly when she'd wake up. Head pounding, body sweating and the suns heat streaming down on to her thick Hogwarts blankets.
She kicked the blankets off and scrambled out of bed pulling back the bed curtains.
The other beds were neatly made and everyone seemed to be off about the school grounds.
She pulled her night-wear of, which were unsurprisingly a pair of Rons old teddy-bear pyjamas, about two inches too long at the legs and cut short at the arms.
She stared at herself naked in her mirror, her tummy was rounded and there were rolls of flab, and stretch marks lined her legs and hips,
which also contained a lot of meat. Her freckles stuck out blandly, on her pale complexion.
However, her despondent thoughts rarely cheered up on her facial features and hair.
These were all just about perfect, nose was a perfect ski-slope, her eyes a deep blue and her hair wasn't the nasty orange colour, but had evolved to a very dark auburn. She closed her eyes and turned to open a drawer, pulling out a plain blue t-shirt and a graying pair of jeans and left the girls dormitory.
The front lawn was full, it often was at the beginning of the year, when the sun was out. Slytherins usually were near the forest, Gryffindors by the lake, and Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws everywhere else. She approached the lake, ignoring the snide remarks off
"Puddinia!" and "Rolly!" and the trademark one from Malfoy, usually on the lines of "Hey Weasel, did you eat out the kitchen again?"
Ginny's ears would burn red, and she'd let her hair fall into her face. Approaching the lake, she collapsed down next to Hermione.
"Hey," She breathed, her face not quite pale yet. Hermione noted this,
"Slytherin's giving you a rough time?" She said empathically.
"What else? I don't think it gives them more pleasure then sex." She said dryly, Hermione laughed. Ginny's gaze fell on Harry,
he was laughing in the lake with Ron and Seamus, splashing each other.
"Perfect Harry Potter." She muttered, Hermione looked up at her from her book.
"What was that?" She said, her eyebrows raising a little as she looked up.
"Huh?" She said, looking innocent.
"Did you say something?" She said.
"No." Ginny said flatly and fell onto her back. The clouds formed different wisps and shapes, each one telling a different story.
Perfect Harry and the Dream Team. The hero, the brains and Ron-
who hangs on the coattails of what he won't be. Ginny said to herself bitterly.
His parents might be dead- but he has friends, he's got the fame, even if he denies it being great
. He'll always have people- and money. But what do I have? A house which is held together by magic?
About two galleons in total? Brothers which hardly notice me and hidden bruises due to a ton of abuse from my so-called parents.
The ones who fight all the time and then act like a pair of newly-weds the next morning. This was while I was at Hogwarts, hell knows what happens now. Ginny felt something poke her ribs, making her jump almost a foot off the ground.
"Shit head!" She screeched at her attacker, which revealed himself to be Ron, he frowned.
"Hmph, nice to see you to." He said. Ginny scowled at him
"What do you want?" She snapped, he was not taken aback.
"I want to know what's going on." He demanded, he's voice leaning on the anger.
"Excuse me?" She said. Ron sighed in exasperation.
"I heard some girls talking this morning, saying you were sweating and screaming 'Mercy' or 'Draco' in your sleep." He said. "What are you doing screaming his name?" Ginny could only stare at him in disbelief, how dare he imply something as disgusting as.that. She shot up to her feet.
"I don't know, what fucking right you believe you have to come up and ask about what is going on in my mind?" She said, her voice ridden with annoyance, anger. "You may think I'm still your little sister, and to a certain extent I am. But I am not a little girl anymore. I'm sixteen and getting older, and it would be very much appreciated if you would back off." With that, she left, leaving a very much surprised Ron behind.
The light in Mercy's private study was growing dim, as the sun was setting and she could not be bothered to reach over and light up the fireplace.
Daily prophets, letters for interviews, letters from Beauxbatons, drawings of frustration, books of doodlings and magic theories
which she'd started at Beauxbatons and attempted at Hogwarts.
Yet, she could find no news on her mother. She'd searched everything from psychology- 'Why People Disappear' to magic
'Common and Uncommon Reasons for Disappearance'. Although none would match up, as far as she knew,
her mother was not a Quidditch umpire, nor was she a 'Suffering Artist'.
She was confused and lost, she wanted to speak to someone.
Without the friends Mercy had at Beauxbatons, she had no one.
No family.
No friends.
No Home.
Dumbledore had clearly told her not to do any interviews, it would cause trouble and bring attention to the students. Yeah.right. He probably just doesn't want anyone to know he believes it's Voldemorte. She thought.
She looked around at her bare room, she'd had full permission to decorate it to suit her, as she had no house and no colour scheme to follow. But she'd left it the same way she'd found it, same bed linen, same stone walls and same 3 metre fireplace along the wall and the same white wash furniture, apart from the two dark blue sofas around the fireplace. The table a vase of dying daffodils, which she highly doubted she would replace, the house elves were likely to get sick of them and place fresh ones in there. The only reason her room was at it's current state, was due to the house elves. She looked out her window and saw an owl fly out of the Owlery and sent a blast of angry energy at the window.
Ginny couldn't help but to laugh at the general naivety of muggles, she was looking far, out into the distance towards Hogsmede and saw a group,
of what looked to be American tourists. They were looking at a map in confusion, almost swearing there should be some form of petrol station nearby.
"Ginny?" She heard a female voice call. "Are you in here." Ginny shut her eyes tightly, silently wishing they'd go away.
"Hello Hermione." She called out lightly.
"Are you ok? I mean, I saw your outburst at Ron." She said tentively, not wanting to rile her up.
"I'm fine." Ginny said sharply, knowing Hermione was trying not to press buttons. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a shower." With that, Ginny turned and left the girls dormitory. After turning left at the portrait, she had no idea where she was heading.
Until she turned into a corridor and collided with something tall.
"Watch it Weasley, I wouldn't want you to explode from the joy of touching something you can't afford." Her gaze drew skyward to meet Draco Malfoy's steely grey eyes.
"Like you'd even know what I can afford." Ginny said to him shortly, standing up to him in a way he didn't even imagine, she saw something flicker in his eyes. Something like reminescence, or maybe even worry.
"Too true, but then. Maybe you aren't as poor as we think you are," He said silkily his hand running over her rather plump cheek. "I mean, with all this.excess skin," He grinned evilly. "The food must have come from somewhere. Or maybe, your getting, outside help, hmm?" He was looking at her suggestively and Ginny felt the rage boil up inside her, the smouldering hot hate she'd contained for Draco rise into her eyes.
"You bastard," She said, her eyes turning a dangerous orange amber. "How fucking dare you?!?!" She reached behind for her wand and drew it out, but Draco was far too quick.
"Serpensortia," He hissed out as a snake flew out of his wand and began to wind round Ginny's neck, her wand held tightly in her hand but her circulation cut off she couldn't even whisper.
"DRACO MALFOY!" Someone screeched. The two Hogwarts pupils turned to look.
It was Mercy.
"Do you really want your father to know you attacked someone? She may be 'just a Weasley'. But I remember exactly WHAT your father said to you. I was there, remember? Three years ago?"
Draco called off his snake.
"I wasn't going to let it too tight." He drawled, then his tone sharpened. "And I know exactly what my father said to me. I'd prefer it if you didn't mention him."
"I'll not mention him if you'd back off from people." Mercy snapped back. "C'mon, lets get you cleaned up.Christ girl, you're sweating like a pig.."
Mercy and Ginny were in the girl's bathroom, Ginny was trying to calm down and Mercy was talking quickly about the indecency of Malfoy.
"Gawd, you'd thought after two years he'd have grown the hell up!" She said pacing about.
"Um.I guess you've met then?" Ginny asked. Mercy gave a dry laugh
"Call it an unwanted aquaintance." She said. "So, he's always been the bastard he is then?"
"Yeah, he got transfigured into a ferret in his fourth year though. I don't think he's quite over the humiliation." Ginny told her, Mercy laughed loudly at this, a loud friendly laugh. She hadn't laughed like this since her father died. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.
"I have to go, I've still got a Transfiguration essay for McGonagall." So Ginny left, her nightmares not even touching on her mind.
"Wormtail! Where the hell are you?" The voice echoed around the basement, hitting off the walls and creating a screeching noise, so precise it hurt Wormtails ears.
"I'm here Master." He said bowing his head a little.
"Oh, lift your head up you stupid fool." Voldemorte sneered. Wormtail slowly raised his head to be revealed to the nightmare before him. Pallid, white snake like skin.
His eyes were dark red, which seemed to be almost flat he had no eyebrows, for i'm sure he felt them almost unessescary.
His nose were two flat tulip-like petals, and his mouth seemed to be scarred, almost decyaing in a scary manner.
"What is Enfield's current position?" He inquired, staring into the fire.
"Sh- She's nowhere, Master." Wormtail stuttered.
"Nowhere?" He said, his voice slightly bemused.
"Well, she's nowhere with the young Malfoy sir, I'm doubting whether the propecy is accurate, it only said that she-" He was cut off by a loud noise from Voldemorte telling him to get on with it.
"However her and the Weasley girl have met- by incidence of Malfoy, I believe." Wormtail squeaked out quickly.
"Wonderful.bring me Alana." He said and Wormtail ran off, arriving back two minutes later with a tall, auburn haired woman wearing an emerald robe.
"Hello, my Lord." She said demurely and curtsied. Voldemorte took her hand and kissed it.
"Sit down, Ms Enfield." He said, conjuring a chair up.
"Thank you." She said and took the seat graciously.
"Now, I you will not be pleased to know that Mercy has made no move on the young Malfoy, yes Lucius does know this. However, she has met the little Weasley." Voldemorte said.
"I see.." She said choosing her words carefully.
"However, do not be disappointed. We cannot expect her to simply 'jump him', I think the term is. Unless you want to scare her, I will have talk to Lucius next time I see him." He finished. "You are dismissed."
Alana Enfield got off the chair and bowed once again.
"It was an honour to be in your presence, my Lord." Then she turned to go.
"Wormtail!" Voldemorte screeched again, Wormtail ran forward. "Get Linkoln to make me a potion, it must be fit to these descriptions." He conjured up a list of
requirements and gave it to him. Wormtail bowed and left the room, tripping over his robe in the process.
