The questions the dark-haired Englishman asked were very difficult to
answer given that Draco hadn't a clue what the answers were! The
questioning seemed to go on for hours and Draco still tried to convince
them that he didn't know anything and the cut on his chest wasn't helping.
They had almost started whipping him when the dark-haired man told them (finally) that Draco wouldn't be of any use. He was tossed back into his cell and to his utmost frustration, Ginny was now gone. He swore out loud, receiving odd glares from other prisoners in other cells. He wondered how much longer he'd live. . .
*****
Ginny was quite disappointed when Orlando came back. She and Alexander had been getting to know each other. Alexander had said that he had to leave much behind in England. Friends, relatives, pets (although they only had a cow, he still loved it).
Ginny had said that she was from Virginia, England originally but she had been travelling from Virginia. She said that she had been shadowed by her own brothers, which was true, and that was the reason she had come to Plymouth.
"Come on Ginny, Alexander. We need to get back," Orlando told them as he got on his small black horse. Ginny's and Alexander's horse was white with silvery grey manes and grey eyes. Ginny sighed. That horse reminded her too much of Draco. She let Alexander lift her onto the horse and watched as he got onto it himself. That done, she put her arms around his waist and rested her head against his shoulder and fell asleep. . .
. . .when Ginny woke up, she was lying on the solid dirty ground, the stinging nettles burning her skin as she moved. She opened her eyes. It was dark. She was in woodland. She stood up and started to walk aimlessly. She had no idea where she was. Her skin was burning from where the stinging nettles had touched her.
She had been abandoned for some reason. Why'd they do it? Had they seen the clan mark on her cheek? Were they simply barbarians that left innocent girls on the ground, sleeping with absolutely no place to go?
She should have known better than to trust them. They were complete strangers. Something worse could have happened to her. She could have been killed or enslaved. Even raped.
How could she have been so stupid? What would she do now? She didn't know her way back to the Mahanett tribe. She didn't know where she was! Why did she have to fall asleep?
Ginny walked until she heard the rustling of leaves. It was too loud to have been the wind. Thinking of ideas what it could be, her heart began to race as she looked around. There was movement in the trees. There was a huge shadow. It was about half a tree in size, and the trees in this woodland were massive. It moved very swiftly for something so big. Ginny found herself running out of air so she breathed faster.
Ginny broke into a sprint. The big shadow followed her. It ran too fast for her. In no time at all, it had circled the trees and ended up standing in front of her, making her stop in her tracks.
As the moonlight caught the creature, she could make out a wolf on two legs; its front legs were long and hanging, nearly touching the ground. Its dark brown fur was dirty and looked like prickles from where Ginny was standing. It was showing its big acid teeth off and was drooling huge saliva. It was too big to be a normal wolf, though. Ginny looked at the sky, at the moon. It was full. . .
Ginny backed away from the werewolf, hitting a nearby tree. Things started to make sense: maybe Alexander and Orlando abandoned her for her own safety. Maybe this was either of them. They might have been werewolves.
The werewolf attacked. . .
*****
Draco woke up with a start. His breathing was rapid and uneven as he thought about what he'd just dreamt: Ginny being attacked by a werewolf. It was too much to bear. She was with those horrible, torturing people. . .she might not be safe. She might even be dead. What if that had, indeed, happened. Draco didn't want to think about it, about her. But for some reason, everything linked to her:
He tried to look at the sky, but the sun reminded him of her fiery red and wavy locks.
He tried to look at the ground, but the brown dirt reminded him of her chocolate eyes.
Looking at his hands, his pale skin reminded him of how pale she was.
Looking at the other prisoners, in their state, they looked like beggars- poor, no money. . .Ginny.
If he concentrated on how much he hated Potter, Ginny would come to his mind because of her crush on him.
This was getting very exasperating, so he gave up and let his mind think what it wanted.
*****
The trip home (if she could call it home) on the white horse with Alexander, and Orlando in front of them on the black horse, seemed to take shorter time than expected. It was getting dark when they rode home, making it seem more dangerous. Ginny liked adventures.
She busied herself thinking about what could be lurking behind those trees: Vampires, werewolves (it wasn't a full moon, but hey! The girl's got imagination!), nymphs, anything!
It was quite chilly, and Ginny shivered. "Are you cold?" Alexander asked.
"A little. . .OK, a lot," Ginny replied.
"There's a blanket in the bag. I took it just in case." Ginny hadn't noticed that on each side of the horse were bags. She searched both of them and found a big white cotton blanket, a bit muddy, but Ginny was freezing. She wrapped it around herself and looked down at it.
Startling her, there was a spider crawling up the blanket. Ginny screamed and Alexander stopped the horse, followed by Orlando. "What is it Ginny?" Alexander asked, turning his head to look at her.
Ginny was relieved it was getting dark, for Alexander couldn't see the blush that was creeping to her face. "Oh, there was a spider on the blanket. . .it scared me, that's all."
Alexander laughed, making Ginny's face turn even redder than it already was.
Ginny was bored stiff the rest of the journey. No one talked and Ginny ended up falling into a dreamless sleep.
When she woke up she was in a bed. It wasn't very soft but not very much harder than her own at the Burrow. She opened her eyes and found Alexander looking at her with narrowed eyes.
"I should have known," he said.
Ginny was confused. Known what? "Known what?" she asked him, sitting up.
He cradled her chin with his strong hands and tilted her head to her right, which shot pain through her whole face. "That," he clarified. Ginny knew he meant the fox head on her cheek.
He removed his hand and Ginny positioned her head so she was facing him. "I-I can explain," she tried, but Alexander had already grabbed her arm and led her out of the room.
"Orlando, Jennifer, come and see this!" he shouted. In a matter of seconds, Jennifer, looking very much in disarray, and Orlando rushed into the room.
Alexander grabbed her chin again and tilted her head for them to see. "My goodness," Jennifer said as she plopped in a chair, her eyes wide in horror. Orlando, however, showed a side to him that Ginny never suspected he had.
Orlando walked briskly over to them in three strides and pointed an accusing finger at Ginny. "Are you some kind of spy for them?" Ginny shook her head. "Even if you were, you lied and that is the worst sin of all and you deserve to be punished severely." he said and sapped her on the cheek. Ginny screamed.
"What shall we do with her?" Alexander asked Orlando through gritted teeth. This family could obviously get very angry very easily.
"I guess we are in for another trip to the Mahanett's are we not?" Ginny begged him not to put her there to be tortured, but he didn't listen. . .
The Mahanett Indians were eating lunch when they arrived, but the chief came to greet them. Alexander and Orlando had her hands tied behind her back and they dragged her with them, tossing her around carelessly. They threw her on the ground in front of the chief.
"This lass is a liar and a traitor. We would like her to be put in the Pit of Despair," Orlando announced. The chief didn't need more information. He simply clicked his fingers and two Indians came to manhandle her away.
They had many prisoners. Many were sharing a cell, Ginny noticed as the Indians led her to her own. The prisoners were suffering, moaning and some fighting. They had obviously just thrown anyone in any cell, because there were men and women and children alike in the same cell. They fought about food, drink, everything. Ginny did not look forward to seeing who she would be sharing a cell with.
They chucked her in a small cell and Ginny began to cry immediately, face down on the floor. It wasn't until she heard a deep voice that she looked up.
"Hello. Come here often?"
*****
A/N: Cliffhanger! Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha etc. . . . . . . OK, please review. I won't go on to the dramatic stuff (sadly) and I'll just say REVIEW!!! I'm getting quicker at this aren't I? Well, it's the CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS!!!! I'll be able to post more often!!! Yippee!!! OK, just review. . .
They had almost started whipping him when the dark-haired man told them (finally) that Draco wouldn't be of any use. He was tossed back into his cell and to his utmost frustration, Ginny was now gone. He swore out loud, receiving odd glares from other prisoners in other cells. He wondered how much longer he'd live. . .
*****
Ginny was quite disappointed when Orlando came back. She and Alexander had been getting to know each other. Alexander had said that he had to leave much behind in England. Friends, relatives, pets (although they only had a cow, he still loved it).
Ginny had said that she was from Virginia, England originally but she had been travelling from Virginia. She said that she had been shadowed by her own brothers, which was true, and that was the reason she had come to Plymouth.
"Come on Ginny, Alexander. We need to get back," Orlando told them as he got on his small black horse. Ginny's and Alexander's horse was white with silvery grey manes and grey eyes. Ginny sighed. That horse reminded her too much of Draco. She let Alexander lift her onto the horse and watched as he got onto it himself. That done, she put her arms around his waist and rested her head against his shoulder and fell asleep. . .
. . .when Ginny woke up, she was lying on the solid dirty ground, the stinging nettles burning her skin as she moved. She opened her eyes. It was dark. She was in woodland. She stood up and started to walk aimlessly. She had no idea where she was. Her skin was burning from where the stinging nettles had touched her.
She had been abandoned for some reason. Why'd they do it? Had they seen the clan mark on her cheek? Were they simply barbarians that left innocent girls on the ground, sleeping with absolutely no place to go?
She should have known better than to trust them. They were complete strangers. Something worse could have happened to her. She could have been killed or enslaved. Even raped.
How could she have been so stupid? What would she do now? She didn't know her way back to the Mahanett tribe. She didn't know where she was! Why did she have to fall asleep?
Ginny walked until she heard the rustling of leaves. It was too loud to have been the wind. Thinking of ideas what it could be, her heart began to race as she looked around. There was movement in the trees. There was a huge shadow. It was about half a tree in size, and the trees in this woodland were massive. It moved very swiftly for something so big. Ginny found herself running out of air so she breathed faster.
Ginny broke into a sprint. The big shadow followed her. It ran too fast for her. In no time at all, it had circled the trees and ended up standing in front of her, making her stop in her tracks.
As the moonlight caught the creature, she could make out a wolf on two legs; its front legs were long and hanging, nearly touching the ground. Its dark brown fur was dirty and looked like prickles from where Ginny was standing. It was showing its big acid teeth off and was drooling huge saliva. It was too big to be a normal wolf, though. Ginny looked at the sky, at the moon. It was full. . .
Ginny backed away from the werewolf, hitting a nearby tree. Things started to make sense: maybe Alexander and Orlando abandoned her for her own safety. Maybe this was either of them. They might have been werewolves.
The werewolf attacked. . .
*****
Draco woke up with a start. His breathing was rapid and uneven as he thought about what he'd just dreamt: Ginny being attacked by a werewolf. It was too much to bear. She was with those horrible, torturing people. . .she might not be safe. She might even be dead. What if that had, indeed, happened. Draco didn't want to think about it, about her. But for some reason, everything linked to her:
He tried to look at the sky, but the sun reminded him of her fiery red and wavy locks.
He tried to look at the ground, but the brown dirt reminded him of her chocolate eyes.
Looking at his hands, his pale skin reminded him of how pale she was.
Looking at the other prisoners, in their state, they looked like beggars- poor, no money. . .Ginny.
If he concentrated on how much he hated Potter, Ginny would come to his mind because of her crush on him.
This was getting very exasperating, so he gave up and let his mind think what it wanted.
*****
The trip home (if she could call it home) on the white horse with Alexander, and Orlando in front of them on the black horse, seemed to take shorter time than expected. It was getting dark when they rode home, making it seem more dangerous. Ginny liked adventures.
She busied herself thinking about what could be lurking behind those trees: Vampires, werewolves (it wasn't a full moon, but hey! The girl's got imagination!), nymphs, anything!
It was quite chilly, and Ginny shivered. "Are you cold?" Alexander asked.
"A little. . .OK, a lot," Ginny replied.
"There's a blanket in the bag. I took it just in case." Ginny hadn't noticed that on each side of the horse were bags. She searched both of them and found a big white cotton blanket, a bit muddy, but Ginny was freezing. She wrapped it around herself and looked down at it.
Startling her, there was a spider crawling up the blanket. Ginny screamed and Alexander stopped the horse, followed by Orlando. "What is it Ginny?" Alexander asked, turning his head to look at her.
Ginny was relieved it was getting dark, for Alexander couldn't see the blush that was creeping to her face. "Oh, there was a spider on the blanket. . .it scared me, that's all."
Alexander laughed, making Ginny's face turn even redder than it already was.
Ginny was bored stiff the rest of the journey. No one talked and Ginny ended up falling into a dreamless sleep.
When she woke up she was in a bed. It wasn't very soft but not very much harder than her own at the Burrow. She opened her eyes and found Alexander looking at her with narrowed eyes.
"I should have known," he said.
Ginny was confused. Known what? "Known what?" she asked him, sitting up.
He cradled her chin with his strong hands and tilted her head to her right, which shot pain through her whole face. "That," he clarified. Ginny knew he meant the fox head on her cheek.
He removed his hand and Ginny positioned her head so she was facing him. "I-I can explain," she tried, but Alexander had already grabbed her arm and led her out of the room.
"Orlando, Jennifer, come and see this!" he shouted. In a matter of seconds, Jennifer, looking very much in disarray, and Orlando rushed into the room.
Alexander grabbed her chin again and tilted her head for them to see. "My goodness," Jennifer said as she plopped in a chair, her eyes wide in horror. Orlando, however, showed a side to him that Ginny never suspected he had.
Orlando walked briskly over to them in three strides and pointed an accusing finger at Ginny. "Are you some kind of spy for them?" Ginny shook her head. "Even if you were, you lied and that is the worst sin of all and you deserve to be punished severely." he said and sapped her on the cheek. Ginny screamed.
"What shall we do with her?" Alexander asked Orlando through gritted teeth. This family could obviously get very angry very easily.
"I guess we are in for another trip to the Mahanett's are we not?" Ginny begged him not to put her there to be tortured, but he didn't listen. . .
The Mahanett Indians were eating lunch when they arrived, but the chief came to greet them. Alexander and Orlando had her hands tied behind her back and they dragged her with them, tossing her around carelessly. They threw her on the ground in front of the chief.
"This lass is a liar and a traitor. We would like her to be put in the Pit of Despair," Orlando announced. The chief didn't need more information. He simply clicked his fingers and two Indians came to manhandle her away.
They had many prisoners. Many were sharing a cell, Ginny noticed as the Indians led her to her own. The prisoners were suffering, moaning and some fighting. They had obviously just thrown anyone in any cell, because there were men and women and children alike in the same cell. They fought about food, drink, everything. Ginny did not look forward to seeing who she would be sharing a cell with.
They chucked her in a small cell and Ginny began to cry immediately, face down on the floor. It wasn't until she heard a deep voice that she looked up.
"Hello. Come here often?"
*****
A/N: Cliffhanger! Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha etc. . . . . . . OK, please review. I won't go on to the dramatic stuff (sadly) and I'll just say REVIEW!!! I'm getting quicker at this aren't I? Well, it's the CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS!!!! I'll be able to post more often!!! Yippee!!! OK, just review. . .
