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Summary on this chapter: Gabby hears a conversation between two death eaters about an attack on Hogwarts. Hermione tried to figure out why the promise ring is still together. Harry gets suspicious of Cho.
~*~
Gabby walked into Carley's room and gasped.
There Carley was, transforming into a crow.
Carley noticed Gabby and smirked, transforming into her human form, she drawled, "Ever heard of magic?"
"Only in fictions." Gabby answered.
"Well, hate to break it to you, Gabby, magic is not only in fictions." Carley said.
Noticing Gabbys' confused look, Carley added, "I'm a witch, you idiot,"
Carley pointed her wand at Gabby and muttered a spell under her breath, causing Gabby to get knocked unconscious.
"The Dark Lord will be pleased to know I have you," smirked Carley.
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"I'm beat." Ron said walking into his and Hermiones' guestroom inside Hogwarts.
"Same here," agreed Hermione.
"I wonder what was up with that promise ring, though. I mean, magical promise rings disintegrate automatically when either the giver or the receiver dies." Hermione said.
"I don't know." Ron replied.
"Am I supposed to be surprised by that?" teased Hermione.
Ron gave a sarcastic laugh.
"Ha, ha. Very funny, Hermy-own-ninny!" Ron said.
Hermione paled, her eyes wide and threw a pillow at him.
"Oofhm!"
Hermione smirked, satisfied.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Gabby woke up, her head sore and she was in a dark room.
"Hello?" she called.
No response.
"Hello?" she called again.
"Ah, you're awake." Carley drawled, walking into the room.
"Lumos," she muttered, and light filled the room.
"Um, how did you do that?" Gabby asked.
"You are not the one to ask questions. I am. Now tell me how on earth you survived an encounter with the Dark Lord?" Carley sneered.
"I don't know what the bloody hell you are talking about," Gabby said angrily.
"Language, Weasley." Carley snarled.
"Weasley?" repeated Gabby.
Carley smirked.
"I will ask one more time. How did you survive the killing curse?" Carley asked.
"I don't know what you are talking about," said Gabby, her wrist started to hurt from her struggling with the cords around them.
Carley rolled her eyes.
"I will be back," said Carley, turning her heel and walking out.
The room was dark once again.
*-*
"Whom are you writing to?" asked Harry, wrapping his arms around his wife's shoulders from behind.
"Uh, Chelsea." Cho answered, quickly putting her letter to Draco away.
"Dunno who she is," laughed Harry.
Cho giggled.
"Yes well, I haven't written to Chelsea in about forever, so I wanna see what she's been up to," said Cho.
"But, you've been writing to Chelsea for over week," said Harry.
Cho gulped.
"Oh yeah, I have!" Cho gave a nervous laugh.
"So wanna tell me who you've really been writing to?" asked Harry, looking Cho square in the eyes.
*-*
"LET ME GO!" yelled Gabby as one of the Death Eaters dragged her along dark chilly corridors.
"Stop yelling," growled the Death Eater.
"NO!" she shouted.
The Death Eaters' hood fell off and Gabby knew who he was.
"Michael!" she yelped.
Michael Corner, former member of Dumbledore's Army, also known as DA, Ravenclaw, a Death Eater.
"How did you remember?" demanded Michael.
"I-I-I don't know," Gabby stuttered.
Michael ignored her and continued to drag her off to who knows where.
They came to a halt in front of a large brass door with to serpents carved into it.
"I have brought Weasley," said Michael.
Gabby gasped when the eyes of the serpents began to move.
Michael looked very smug as Gabby began to shiver.
The doors opened and Gabby hid her fear as she saw the room was full of people in black cloaks.
The room was silver and black and very chilly.
"Where am I?" demanded Gabby.
"Silence," hissed one man, stepping forward.
He removed his hood and Gabby gasped again.
This was the man in her dream. He was whiter than a skull and very skinny.
His eyes were gleaming red and he had to slits as nostrils, but no nose.
"Who are you?" screamed Gabby, very scared.
"Silence!" repeated Voldemort.
"Voldemort," whispered Gabby, now remembering bits of her past.
"Very good," smirked Voldemort.
"Now," started Voldemort while Michael was pushing Gabby down into a chair and pointed his wand at her wrist, and her wrist became bound together.
"We are going to play a little game called you tell me everything or I'll kill you after torturing you," Voldemort laughed cruelly.
"Go to hell," spat Gabby.
Gabby blew her hair out of her mouth.
"It's a pity that you're blond. You looked very splendid with red hair," Michael drawled.
"Go to HELL!" screamed Gabby, started to get out of the chair, but Voldemort growled, "CRUCIO!" and Gabby cried in agony.
"Pain feels lovely, doesn't it? But I'm sure Mr. Potter will visit your grave sight often," Voldemort raised his wand once more but Carley stepped forward.
"Sir, don't you think it would be wiser to use her as bait to get Potter here?" she asked.
Voldemort looked thoughtful for a few moments before lowering his wand.
"Very well. Take her away!" said Voldemort.
Michael grabbed Gabby and took her back to her room.
"Sleep tight!" said Michael, trying to make her mad.
Gabby threw a glass of brown water at the door as Michael closed it.
She fell to her knees and sobbed, soon drifting into an uneasy sleep.
*-*
"Chelsea, Harry. I've been writing to Chelsea." Cho answered, getting up from her chair and walking to their bed and sitting on it and removing her earrings.
"No," said Harry.
Cho placed her earrings on the night table then said, "Harry, I wouldn't lie to you."
"Then why have you been?" asked Harry, sitting next to her.
"I've been writing to a doctor." Cho lied.
'What?' thought Cho.
"I've been writing to a doctor asking what are the first signs of umm...pregnancy," lied Cho.
"What?" asked Harry.
"I think I might be pregnant," said Cho, of course lying.
Harry didn't say anything.
"Say something," said Cho.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow. I need time to think," said Harry, standing up and leaving the room.
Cho smirked.
She got up and sighed.
"Oh, Harry, it's only a matter of time before you get exactly what's coming to you," she breathed.
Summary on this chapter: Gabby hears a conversation between two death eaters about an attack on Hogwarts. Hermione tried to figure out why the promise ring is still together. Harry gets suspicious of Cho.
~*~
Gabby walked into Carley's room and gasped.
There Carley was, transforming into a crow.
Carley noticed Gabby and smirked, transforming into her human form, she drawled, "Ever heard of magic?"
"Only in fictions." Gabby answered.
"Well, hate to break it to you, Gabby, magic is not only in fictions." Carley said.
Noticing Gabbys' confused look, Carley added, "I'm a witch, you idiot,"
Carley pointed her wand at Gabby and muttered a spell under her breath, causing Gabby to get knocked unconscious.
"The Dark Lord will be pleased to know I have you," smirked Carley.
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"I'm beat." Ron said walking into his and Hermiones' guestroom inside Hogwarts.
"Same here," agreed Hermione.
"I wonder what was up with that promise ring, though. I mean, magical promise rings disintegrate automatically when either the giver or the receiver dies." Hermione said.
"I don't know." Ron replied.
"Am I supposed to be surprised by that?" teased Hermione.
Ron gave a sarcastic laugh.
"Ha, ha. Very funny, Hermy-own-ninny!" Ron said.
Hermione paled, her eyes wide and threw a pillow at him.
"Oofhm!"
Hermione smirked, satisfied.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Gabby woke up, her head sore and she was in a dark room.
"Hello?" she called.
No response.
"Hello?" she called again.
"Ah, you're awake." Carley drawled, walking into the room.
"Lumos," she muttered, and light filled the room.
"Um, how did you do that?" Gabby asked.
"You are not the one to ask questions. I am. Now tell me how on earth you survived an encounter with the Dark Lord?" Carley sneered.
"I don't know what the bloody hell you are talking about," Gabby said angrily.
"Language, Weasley." Carley snarled.
"Weasley?" repeated Gabby.
Carley smirked.
"I will ask one more time. How did you survive the killing curse?" Carley asked.
"I don't know what you are talking about," said Gabby, her wrist started to hurt from her struggling with the cords around them.
Carley rolled her eyes.
"I will be back," said Carley, turning her heel and walking out.
The room was dark once again.
*-*
"Whom are you writing to?" asked Harry, wrapping his arms around his wife's shoulders from behind.
"Uh, Chelsea." Cho answered, quickly putting her letter to Draco away.
"Dunno who she is," laughed Harry.
Cho giggled.
"Yes well, I haven't written to Chelsea in about forever, so I wanna see what she's been up to," said Cho.
"But, you've been writing to Chelsea for over week," said Harry.
Cho gulped.
"Oh yeah, I have!" Cho gave a nervous laugh.
"So wanna tell me who you've really been writing to?" asked Harry, looking Cho square in the eyes.
*-*
"LET ME GO!" yelled Gabby as one of the Death Eaters dragged her along dark chilly corridors.
"Stop yelling," growled the Death Eater.
"NO!" she shouted.
The Death Eaters' hood fell off and Gabby knew who he was.
"Michael!" she yelped.
Michael Corner, former member of Dumbledore's Army, also known as DA, Ravenclaw, a Death Eater.
"How did you remember?" demanded Michael.
"I-I-I don't know," Gabby stuttered.
Michael ignored her and continued to drag her off to who knows where.
They came to a halt in front of a large brass door with to serpents carved into it.
"I have brought Weasley," said Michael.
Gabby gasped when the eyes of the serpents began to move.
Michael looked very smug as Gabby began to shiver.
The doors opened and Gabby hid her fear as she saw the room was full of people in black cloaks.
The room was silver and black and very chilly.
"Where am I?" demanded Gabby.
"Silence," hissed one man, stepping forward.
He removed his hood and Gabby gasped again.
This was the man in her dream. He was whiter than a skull and very skinny.
His eyes were gleaming red and he had to slits as nostrils, but no nose.
"Who are you?" screamed Gabby, very scared.
"Silence!" repeated Voldemort.
"Voldemort," whispered Gabby, now remembering bits of her past.
"Very good," smirked Voldemort.
"Now," started Voldemort while Michael was pushing Gabby down into a chair and pointed his wand at her wrist, and her wrist became bound together.
"We are going to play a little game called you tell me everything or I'll kill you after torturing you," Voldemort laughed cruelly.
"Go to hell," spat Gabby.
Gabby blew her hair out of her mouth.
"It's a pity that you're blond. You looked very splendid with red hair," Michael drawled.
"Go to HELL!" screamed Gabby, started to get out of the chair, but Voldemort growled, "CRUCIO!" and Gabby cried in agony.
"Pain feels lovely, doesn't it? But I'm sure Mr. Potter will visit your grave sight often," Voldemort raised his wand once more but Carley stepped forward.
"Sir, don't you think it would be wiser to use her as bait to get Potter here?" she asked.
Voldemort looked thoughtful for a few moments before lowering his wand.
"Very well. Take her away!" said Voldemort.
Michael grabbed Gabby and took her back to her room.
"Sleep tight!" said Michael, trying to make her mad.
Gabby threw a glass of brown water at the door as Michael closed it.
She fell to her knees and sobbed, soon drifting into an uneasy sleep.
*-*
"Chelsea, Harry. I've been writing to Chelsea." Cho answered, getting up from her chair and walking to their bed and sitting on it and removing her earrings.
"No," said Harry.
Cho placed her earrings on the night table then said, "Harry, I wouldn't lie to you."
"Then why have you been?" asked Harry, sitting next to her.
"I've been writing to a doctor." Cho lied.
'What?' thought Cho.
"I've been writing to a doctor asking what are the first signs of umm...pregnancy," lied Cho.
"What?" asked Harry.
"I think I might be pregnant," said Cho, of course lying.
Harry didn't say anything.
"Say something," said Cho.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow. I need time to think," said Harry, standing up and leaving the room.
Cho smirked.
She got up and sighed.
"Oh, Harry, it's only a matter of time before you get exactly what's coming to you," she breathed.