All's Fair In Love & War
I don't own "Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence
Chapter Five: Wake me up inside
"Professor - Professor Dumbledore?" Draco choked, throwing frantic glances in between Charles and Dumbledore.
Dumbledore chuckled. "No need, Mr. Malfoy, to call me professor here."
"What're you doing here? Isn't this the reverse Congara curse?" Charles asked, raising an eyebrow, obviously dumbfounded.
Dumbledore smiled warily at him. "Who got to Ginny first?"
"What?" both boys echoed.
"Who got to little Ginny first?" he repeated.
"Me," Draco responded haughtily after a few seconds of silence.
"Ah," he peered at Draco over his glasses. "Well, then, Draco, you have succeeded the first task."
"What?" Charles exclaimed. "But...that's not fair! That's not fair at all!"
"It isn't?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Yeah, it isn't." Charles brushed himself off, folding his arms over his chest. "I mean - I just came right after Draco did..."
"What made you late?"
"Err..." Charles turned red, and mumbled underneath his breath before answering. "Well...I really didn't understand much...when I saw Ginny there, I saw Draco running to her...and I...hesitated."
"Exactly."
"Professor...- sorry, Mr. Dumbledore, I mean," Draco corrected hastily. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, did Ms. Granger not tell you the procedure?"
"Not much..."
"I did warn her..." Dumbledore said, a frown upon his face, shaking his head sadly.
"Why would you warn her?" Draco asked.
"Because, Mr. Malfoy, if you won the next task, Ginny's memory would be reinstalled with the features of...well, you. She would remember everything, and you would be able to live...however...if you did win...He," Dumbledore motioned his head toward Charles. "Would die."
"What?" both boys breathed at the same time.
"Whoever loses Ginny's heart will die, and her memory of whoever dies will erase forever," Dumbledore informed sternly.
"Prof- Dumbledore, you can't be serious! This is a joke, right?"
"I am afraid, Mr. Malfoy, you are tied to the reverse curse. There's no way ..."
"But...but...how do you know this?" Charles asked, his voice quivering with fear and regret.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled beneath his disdainful expression. "It was I who created the reverse curse."
~*~
"Do you ...what's happening to her?" Harry asked, leaning forward to observe the shaking Ginny in her bed.
"I don't know," Hermione said, widening her eyes. "Don't worry...once Draco wins, he and Charles will be back home safe."
"You're sure about that, 'Mione?" he asked her, giving her a doubtful glance.
"How can you even question me?" Hermione asked, glaring at him. "You've known me half your life!"
"That doesn't mean you don't make mistakes..." he murmured.
She continued to gaze at him stonily, then bit her lip. "Harry?"
He looked up, his hand on Ginny's chest, still.
"I...I think..."
"What is it?" He lurched up, clutching the ends of the bed. Her chin began quivering. Harry pulled her into his arms, sighing into her embrace.
"I t-t-think I've made a horrible mistake..."
With that, the sleeping Ginny suddenly gave a writhing shake before releasing a earsplitting scream.
~*~
"Be a good little girl for Charles, come on Ginny, don't be afraid...don't be afraid! Stop it you whore!" He grasped her by her shoulders painfully, his fingernails digging into her skin. She screamed loudly as the blood poured from her flesh, trickling down from her shoulder blades and into her nightgown.
"It'll be okay," he whispered. "Just stay still, the pain will go away."
"Mom! Dad! Please someone help me!" she screamed. Charles pushed her into the bed, clutching her tightly by the wrists, and gave her a painful kiss before pulling up the nightgown, pulling down her garment, and promptly plunging into her.
The screams never faded, the screams never faded...
~*~
"That bastard," Charles seethed through his teeth. Draco looked over at him. They were now in the midst of their second task; it seemed to be a normal living room, except shabby walls and pictures of several different Weasleys waved toward them.
"It's that bitch, Granger that got us into this," Draco notified him stubbornly. "If I ever live, I'll wring her neck, I swear..."
"Shh...I think I hear something..." Charles warned. They both fell silent. Sure enough, after a few moments, they could hear mumbles, and then...screams?
It was a female's scream. Draco jumped to his feet.
"No you don't, Malfoy!" Charles yelled, pushing him away and running toward the sounds.
Draco managed to regain his composure and shove him away as he ran, his footsteps hot and heavy. He was running quickly - the screams were getting closer - the cellar. He swung open the door, stumbling over the stairs in the darkness, and gasped to what he saw.
Charles gasped behind him also. "Holy - that's me!"
It was a smaller version of Charles, on top of Ginny, struggling onto her as she screamed furiously.
Draco felt his blood rise. He had never felt so much anger before. Charles and him both headed toward the flashback - and that's when the fire came.
Scarlet flames stood before him, guarding the vision in every way possible.
Charles gave an audible gulp. "How the hell...MALFOY!"
Draco didn't care whether he died or not - thoughts rushed past him as he leaped forward, and into the fire...
~*~
Sorry if it sucked. I am making progress, that's a good thing, at least. I don't expect any reviews, since I haven't updated this since - what, last year maybe? I just want to finish this.
Love, -S.A. Court
I don't own "Bring Me To Life" by Evanescence
Chapter Five: Wake me up inside
"Professor - Professor Dumbledore?" Draco choked, throwing frantic glances in between Charles and Dumbledore.
Dumbledore chuckled. "No need, Mr. Malfoy, to call me professor here."
"What're you doing here? Isn't this the reverse Congara curse?" Charles asked, raising an eyebrow, obviously dumbfounded.
Dumbledore smiled warily at him. "Who got to Ginny first?"
"What?" both boys echoed.
"Who got to little Ginny first?" he repeated.
"Me," Draco responded haughtily after a few seconds of silence.
"Ah," he peered at Draco over his glasses. "Well, then, Draco, you have succeeded the first task."
"What?" Charles exclaimed. "But...that's not fair! That's not fair at all!"
"It isn't?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Yeah, it isn't." Charles brushed himself off, folding his arms over his chest. "I mean - I just came right after Draco did..."
"What made you late?"
"Err..." Charles turned red, and mumbled underneath his breath before answering. "Well...I really didn't understand much...when I saw Ginny there, I saw Draco running to her...and I...hesitated."
"Exactly."
"Professor...- sorry, Mr. Dumbledore, I mean," Draco corrected hastily. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, did Ms. Granger not tell you the procedure?"
"Not much..."
"I did warn her..." Dumbledore said, a frown upon his face, shaking his head sadly.
"Why would you warn her?" Draco asked.
"Because, Mr. Malfoy, if you won the next task, Ginny's memory would be reinstalled with the features of...well, you. She would remember everything, and you would be able to live...however...if you did win...He," Dumbledore motioned his head toward Charles. "Would die."
"What?" both boys breathed at the same time.
"Whoever loses Ginny's heart will die, and her memory of whoever dies will erase forever," Dumbledore informed sternly.
"Prof- Dumbledore, you can't be serious! This is a joke, right?"
"I am afraid, Mr. Malfoy, you are tied to the reverse curse. There's no way ..."
"But...but...how do you know this?" Charles asked, his voice quivering with fear and regret.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled beneath his disdainful expression. "It was I who created the reverse curse."
~*~
"Do you ...what's happening to her?" Harry asked, leaning forward to observe the shaking Ginny in her bed.
"I don't know," Hermione said, widening her eyes. "Don't worry...once Draco wins, he and Charles will be back home safe."
"You're sure about that, 'Mione?" he asked her, giving her a doubtful glance.
"How can you even question me?" Hermione asked, glaring at him. "You've known me half your life!"
"That doesn't mean you don't make mistakes..." he murmured.
She continued to gaze at him stonily, then bit her lip. "Harry?"
He looked up, his hand on Ginny's chest, still.
"I...I think..."
"What is it?" He lurched up, clutching the ends of the bed. Her chin began quivering. Harry pulled her into his arms, sighing into her embrace.
"I t-t-think I've made a horrible mistake..."
With that, the sleeping Ginny suddenly gave a writhing shake before releasing a earsplitting scream.
~*~
"Be a good little girl for Charles, come on Ginny, don't be afraid...don't be afraid! Stop it you whore!" He grasped her by her shoulders painfully, his fingernails digging into her skin. She screamed loudly as the blood poured from her flesh, trickling down from her shoulder blades and into her nightgown.
"It'll be okay," he whispered. "Just stay still, the pain will go away."
"Mom! Dad! Please someone help me!" she screamed. Charles pushed her into the bed, clutching her tightly by the wrists, and gave her a painful kiss before pulling up the nightgown, pulling down her garment, and promptly plunging into her.
The screams never faded, the screams never faded...
~*~
"That bastard," Charles seethed through his teeth. Draco looked over at him. They were now in the midst of their second task; it seemed to be a normal living room, except shabby walls and pictures of several different Weasleys waved toward them.
"It's that bitch, Granger that got us into this," Draco notified him stubbornly. "If I ever live, I'll wring her neck, I swear..."
"Shh...I think I hear something..." Charles warned. They both fell silent. Sure enough, after a few moments, they could hear mumbles, and then...screams?
It was a female's scream. Draco jumped to his feet.
"No you don't, Malfoy!" Charles yelled, pushing him away and running toward the sounds.
Draco managed to regain his composure and shove him away as he ran, his footsteps hot and heavy. He was running quickly - the screams were getting closer - the cellar. He swung open the door, stumbling over the stairs in the darkness, and gasped to what he saw.
Charles gasped behind him also. "Holy - that's me!"
It was a smaller version of Charles, on top of Ginny, struggling onto her as she screamed furiously.
Draco felt his blood rise. He had never felt so much anger before. Charles and him both headed toward the flashback - and that's when the fire came.
Scarlet flames stood before him, guarding the vision in every way possible.
Charles gave an audible gulp. "How the hell...MALFOY!"
Draco didn't care whether he died or not - thoughts rushed past him as he leaped forward, and into the fire...
~*~
Sorry if it sucked. I am making progress, that's a good thing, at least. I don't expect any reviews, since I haven't updated this since - what, last year maybe? I just want to finish this.
Love, -S.A. Court