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A/N: Here is another chapter for you all!!! (Important: Please R&R my songfic series "Hello, Ginny." I finally posted in right and it's not getting any reviews. Pleeeeeeease!!!)
Chapter 7: Remembering That Night"I can't believe this," Ivy muttered to Hermione. Both sat on Ivy's bed in the Griffindor girls' dorm. "I'm in trouble with Volde-dork again. It's not fair!" "I know," Hermione agreed sympathetically. "Draco was the one who started it… He shouldn't have insulted you like that." Ivy rolled her eyes. "He probably didn't even notice him. He's just lookin' for a reason to do me in…the evil bastard." Ivy and Hermione suddenly jumped as they heard a loud, rustling sound. "Oh, great," Ivy mumbled. She scooted off her bed and went over to her dresser. On it sat a cage shrouded in black, silk scarves. "What is it?" Hermione asked. "It's Dracula," Ivy answered, "He's awake."
"Awake? But it's the middle of the afternoon."
"I know. The stupid bat doesn't know the difference between day and night… Can you make sure the shades are drawn, please?"
Hermione nodded, then got up off the bed. One by one she drew all the window curtains shut, eliminating all the natural light in the room. "All right." Ivy removed the scarves, revealing Dracula, the little fruit bat, hanging upside down in his cage. He hung there flapping his black, leathery wings back and forth as his eyes wandered around the room. "You dumb bat," Ivy said, annoyed, "You're supposed to wake up at night."
"How are you going to feed him?"
"I can't. I always send him out at night so he can find food on his own, but now…" Ivy shrugged her shoulders. "Unless I can find some crickets or fruit lying around the castle, he's just gonna have to wait 'til night fall." Hermione said nothing; for a while she just stared at the little animal in the cage.
"You'd better get ready, Ivy," she said finally. "You have to see…you know…soon and you're still a mess." Ivy looked down at herself and chuckled. "You're right. I totally forgot. I guess I should go shower now." Ivy went over to her trunk and pulled out a pair of red/black plaid capris and a black, spaghetti-strapped top with the words 'This Is My Clone' imprinted on the front. Once she had her out fit, she pulled out a towel, shut the lid, and headed for the shower. "Oh, Hermione," she called before leaving. "Yeah."
"You can hold Dracula if you want, but can you please cover his cage back up?"
"Sure, no problem."
"Thanks, Hermione."
Ivy smiled, and then left to take her shower.
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Ivy made her way down the corridor; Mr. Malfoy at her side, escorting her too see Voldemort. "How fun," she thought morbidly. "As much as he hates me, I might as well be locked up there." Mr. Malfoy led her to the colossal gargoyle that guarded what once was Dumbledore's office, and spoke the password. "Kedavra." "Why am I not surprised," Ivy thought sarcastically. The gargoyle moved out of the way, revealing the open passage with the winding staircase inside. "Go upstairs," Mr. Malfoy ordered. "The Master will be waiting for you." "Whatever," Ivy muttered under her breathe. Malfoy gave a slight growl, turned, and left.
Ivy went through the passage and up the stairs. Once she reached the top, she entered the "office." It was the same as it had been before. The piled shelves, the aquariums…all was as it was when she had been there last. Voldemort sat behind the mahogany desk at the center of the room, smiling sinisterly at her. "Hello, Mrs. Locke," he greeted, "Have a seat." Remembering the last time she had sat in one of the chairs, Ivy declined his offer. "No, thank you," she said through gritted teeth, "I'd rather stand." The false smile quickly left his face. "Fine. Have it your way."
For the longest time, they both just glared at each other as they had done many times before. "Do you know why you're here, Miss Locke?" he asked finally. Ivy rolled her eyes. "Because I, supposedly, started a fight in the Great Hall?" she guessed mockingly. "That is not the reason why, Miss Locke," he snapped. "You are here because your rebellious antics are a problem. I will not tolerate them any longer, and the next time you are disobedient I'll… Are you paying attention!" Ivy, who had been staring at one of the snakes in its aquarium, slightly jumped. Voldemort glared at her; his fists balled and his knuckles whitened in anger. "What?" Ivy asked innocently. Though his eyes showed annoyance, intolerance, and fury, Voldemort's face showed no emotion.
"What have you done to you hair," he asked coldly. Ivy rolled her eyes at the absurdity of his question. "I colored it." … "You moron," she thought.
"When? It was not like that this morning."
"I did it before lunch."
"How? You couldn't have used your wand…it was confiscated along with the other students'."
"I used…muggle dye."
Voldermort felt a wave of disgust wash over him as she said the word "muggle." "You will change it back," he demanded. "I prefer your natural color." Ivy was becoming highly annoyed. "I can't just 'change it back' it's permanent. Why do you even care?" "No reason," he answered offhandedly. Voldemort suddenly smirked as he got an amusing idea. "…It's just that, the first time I saw you it was blue…and silver." Ivy frowned. "What are you talking about?" she asked, feeling more than slightly confused. "Blue and silver? I haven't had my hair those colors since…" Ivy thought, "Later in my fourth year…yeah. That was when the…" Ivy thought harder, "That was around the time the attacks were happening. I didn't know him then…Did I? …"
~~~*Flashback*~~~
"Aren't you worried?"
"About what?"
"The…monster…of course. Surely it's gotten around the school by now. Especially with all the…attacks…"
"You!" she said accusingly. Voldemort was looking at her now with a cruel, amused expression on his face. "You were the guy I met on the stairs!" His expression did not change. He still smiled at her, confirming what she thought was true. Ivy was still shocked. "I can't believe it…you…you were HIM! And I…I just let you walk out of the school!" "Yes, thanks for that," he answered smugly. Ivy gripped her hair in resentment and disbelief. Voldemort had escaped because of her, and now he had dominion over the entire school. Ivy sank down to her knees and leaned into the cold, stone floor. "It's all my fault," she whispered to herself. "Everything's all my fault."
Voldemort stood up from his seat, came around the desk, and kneeled down in front of Ivy. "No it's not, Ivannah," he spoke gently, sounding almost sincere. "You had no idea who I was, or that I was going to take over the school and practically kill off all its teachers…not to mention Harry Potter and poor, little Ginny Weasley—
Ivy couldn't take it anymore. She balled up her fist as tight as she could, swung her arm around, and punched Voldemort in his jaw, knocking him off his knees and into the desk. For a moment he just sat there. His momentary shock soon turned to anger as he felt something warm begin to form at the corner of his mouth. He stared evilly at Ivy. As he moved to get up, Ivy quickly stood and dashed out of the office. No matter how many people she ran into, Ivy did not stop running…she ran past the Griffindor dorms and beyond…
Back in his office, Voldemort now stood, fuming, in front of his desk. Slowly, he brought his hand up to where Ivy had hit him. He looked at his hand and glared at the blood on his fingertips. She would pay dearly.
As he stood staring at the floor, contemplating revenge, he noticed a long strand of hair lying on the floor. He bent down retrieved it, and looked it over. It, of course, was Ivy's. He could tell by its chocolate-brown color, by its tinted, light-bluish tip. A sadistic smile spread across his face as he continued to stair at the strand. "I'll get you, Ivannah," he whispered vindictively, as he placed Ivy's lost strand of hair in a crystal goblet on his desk.
A/N: I know it was a bit long, but I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter's comin' up soon though!