Haunted
By Mara McCuniff
"watching me wanting me
i can feel you pull me down
fearing you loving you
i won't let you pull me down..."
Chapter Two: Seven Years Bad Luck
Ginny carfully tiptoed between the rat bones, trying not to make a sound. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each strained breath she took. She breathed in deeply the smell of rotting flesh, the scent churned her stomach unpleasantly. She slid silently over to the wall, placing her back against it and sliding against the damp stone, deeper into the tunnel leading towards the Chamber.
Her heart rate, if anything increased as she reached the final door that led into the Chamber. She broke out into an unpleasant cold sweat as she hissed out the words to open the door.
She stepped into the Chamber. Taking in the sight of the ghastly statues of the Baslisk and Salazar Slytherin. She let out a shaky breath.
She heard a tap, she spun around sending jinxes every which way. She stopped herself mid curse, looking down and wincing at the rat that was now lieing, frozen near one of the pillars that was holding the ceiling up. She cocked her head and sighed. Damn scavengers.
She peered cautiously over her shoulder, then turned everything (the walls, the floor, the ceiling, all the statues, everything.) into mirrors. She looked at her terrified looking reflection and forced her self to calm down.
She looked towards one of the pillars, and saw the diary laying hidden by a black cloth. She slowly bent over to pick it up.
"Stop." She spun around, cluthching the diary. She spotted Tom standing in the doorway, reflected by one of the mirrors, fists clenched.
"Why?" She tilted her head slightly in the air, glaring defiantly.
He shook his head and started into the room slowly, a smile sicker then poison seeping onto his face. His eyes that were once a brilliant shade of green now looked black, hollow, sunken into his pale skin. "Ginny, dear sweet Ginny, if you destroyed my little book, do you know what would happen?"
"Shut up Tom. I don't want to hear it." She glared and made to cover her ears. He laughed.
"Suit yourself, but I can't let you out with that diary" He started to decrease the spacing between them, she looked at the hungry way his strange eyes looked at her. She shivered in disgust, she drew out her wand.
"Move." He didnt buge, he only laughed.
"Crucio!" She cried pointing the wand straight at him, he looked at her in shock before dropping to his knees and moaning, her eyes flashed dangerously as she slinked past him and took off down the hall.
She was halfway to the pipe, before she stopped and realized, that she had no way to get out. She stopped and chewed thoughtfully on her lip, sinking herself behind a fallen pillar. She slowed her breathing untill she had almost stopped, lieing close the ground. She'd have to lay low for a while, she really couldnt see how she'd get out.
She felt something tickle her arm and jumped. Her eyes met a fiery bird, she smiled.
"Fawkes! Thank god..." She picked the bird up and carried it towards the pipe. The bird lifted itself from her arm, hovering just in reach. She gripped onto the scarlet tail feathers tightly, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of flying, the steady rhythm of the birds wings flapping.
She opened her eyes and let out a cry of alarm when the bird put her down, she felt invisible hands gripping her ankle, pulling her to the ground.
"Give it back you little wench." She heard Tom hiss in her ear, his voice full of venom.
"Let me go." She yelled she spun around onto her back and kicked him with her other foot. She heard a yelp and sprang up, running and bursting out of the girl bathroom.
"GINNY!" She heard Ron yell, panic and relief in his voice she looked back at him and ran. "Ginny!" She heard him call again.
"Not now Ron!" She yelled back through gritted teeth, she flew down the stairs, taking skipping two at a time before jumping to the bottom and landing with a thud. She skidded around the corner (almost knocking Professor Snape over) and flew down to the headmasters office.
"Lemon drops! Cockroatch cluster! Damnit! Uh..."
"Sugar quills." She heard a dark voice say behind her, she whipped around and looked at Snape wairily.
He raise an eyebrow. "Go on then." She muttered some form of a thankyou, then made her way up the stairs.
By Mara McCuniff
"watching me wanting me
i can feel you pull me down
fearing you loving you
i won't let you pull me down..."
Chapter Two: Seven Years Bad Luck
Ginny carfully tiptoed between the rat bones, trying not to make a sound. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each strained breath she took. She breathed in deeply the smell of rotting flesh, the scent churned her stomach unpleasantly. She slid silently over to the wall, placing her back against it and sliding against the damp stone, deeper into the tunnel leading towards the Chamber.
Her heart rate, if anything increased as she reached the final door that led into the Chamber. She broke out into an unpleasant cold sweat as she hissed out the words to open the door.
She stepped into the Chamber. Taking in the sight of the ghastly statues of the Baslisk and Salazar Slytherin. She let out a shaky breath.
She heard a tap, she spun around sending jinxes every which way. She stopped herself mid curse, looking down and wincing at the rat that was now lieing, frozen near one of the pillars that was holding the ceiling up. She cocked her head and sighed. Damn scavengers.
She peered cautiously over her shoulder, then turned everything (the walls, the floor, the ceiling, all the statues, everything.) into mirrors. She looked at her terrified looking reflection and forced her self to calm down.
She looked towards one of the pillars, and saw the diary laying hidden by a black cloth. She slowly bent over to pick it up.
"Stop." She spun around, cluthching the diary. She spotted Tom standing in the doorway, reflected by one of the mirrors, fists clenched.
"Why?" She tilted her head slightly in the air, glaring defiantly.
He shook his head and started into the room slowly, a smile sicker then poison seeping onto his face. His eyes that were once a brilliant shade of green now looked black, hollow, sunken into his pale skin. "Ginny, dear sweet Ginny, if you destroyed my little book, do you know what would happen?"
"Shut up Tom. I don't want to hear it." She glared and made to cover her ears. He laughed.
"Suit yourself, but I can't let you out with that diary" He started to decrease the spacing between them, she looked at the hungry way his strange eyes looked at her. She shivered in disgust, she drew out her wand.
"Move." He didnt buge, he only laughed.
"Crucio!" She cried pointing the wand straight at him, he looked at her in shock before dropping to his knees and moaning, her eyes flashed dangerously as she slinked past him and took off down the hall.
She was halfway to the pipe, before she stopped and realized, that she had no way to get out. She stopped and chewed thoughtfully on her lip, sinking herself behind a fallen pillar. She slowed her breathing untill she had almost stopped, lieing close the ground. She'd have to lay low for a while, she really couldnt see how she'd get out.
She felt something tickle her arm and jumped. Her eyes met a fiery bird, she smiled.
"Fawkes! Thank god..." She picked the bird up and carried it towards the pipe. The bird lifted itself from her arm, hovering just in reach. She gripped onto the scarlet tail feathers tightly, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of flying, the steady rhythm of the birds wings flapping.
She opened her eyes and let out a cry of alarm when the bird put her down, she felt invisible hands gripping her ankle, pulling her to the ground.
"Give it back you little wench." She heard Tom hiss in her ear, his voice full of venom.
"Let me go." She yelled she spun around onto her back and kicked him with her other foot. She heard a yelp and sprang up, running and bursting out of the girl bathroom.
"GINNY!" She heard Ron yell, panic and relief in his voice she looked back at him and ran. "Ginny!" She heard him call again.
"Not now Ron!" She yelled back through gritted teeth, she flew down the stairs, taking skipping two at a time before jumping to the bottom and landing with a thud. She skidded around the corner (almost knocking Professor Snape over) and flew down to the headmasters office.
"Lemon drops! Cockroatch cluster! Damnit! Uh..."
"Sugar quills." She heard a dark voice say behind her, she whipped around and looked at Snape wairily.
He raise an eyebrow. "Go on then." She muttered some form of a thankyou, then made her way up the stairs.