Melody
By Trinity Tzen
Chapter Two
Ginny stepped out of fireplace, nodding at the witch at the reception desk, and continued through the swinging doors. It has been precisely a week since the night that Ron, Hermione, and herself had brought Harry to St. Mungo's. And it has been precisely a week that Harry hadn't made any improvement at all. He still stared vacantly toward the ceiling, his mouth open slightly, and his breath short and rapid.
At least he's still alive.
She shook her head. There was that one little blessing- however, Mr. Scelus said that Harry was physically still alive, but mentally- Ginny stifled the cry in her throat. He had said that Harry might, indeed, be brain dead. She sighed heavily, life just wasn't fair. Harry didn't deserve this, no one did. Stopping in her tracks, Ginny looked around the hallway in confusion. Where was Harry's room again?
Must have made a wrong turn.
Healers bustled around, some with pieces of parchment floating by their heads and quills magically scratching down notes. They all looked extremely busy, and Ginny was hesitant to bother them. Slinging her guitar over her back, she decided it was best just to backtrack as far as she could remember. Taking the corner a bit too quickly, Ginny found herself colliding with an unmovable being, and instantly falling to the cold hospital floor. "Sorry," she mumbled, looking up. Cold gray eyes fell on her, and Ginny fought the urge to cry out in fear.
Lucius Malfoy. As long as she would live, Ginny would never forget him. The hell he had put her through in her first year at Hogwart's- and every nightmare since then. He just looked down his slender nose, ignoring her and walking past.
He doesn't recognize me, she thought frantically, gathering herself. He didn't recognize me! She didn't know whether to be relieved or offended. Apparently ruining her life didn't even make the slightest dent in his. Frowning, Ginny stood to her full height- five feet nine inches. With that she saw the room that Lucius had practically ran out of. It was on the far side of the deserted hallway, the door slightly ajar.
Ginny didn't know what had gone on through her mind, but the desire to see what was inside was growing stronger with each step. Her heart did little flips inside her chest as she reached for the knob. Ginny cringed as the door creaked open. Her breath caught as she saw the slain figure on the small cot.
It was man. Stepping closer, she could see the look of horror on his face. His yellow eyes bulged out, hands frozen out in front of him- as if he was warding off some kind of evil. His black cloak was pulled down around him, clearly exposing his neck. Ginny's eyes widened, two small punctures were found where the large artery would have been. Stumbling out of the room, she slammed the door closed behind her.
Vampires? Her mind started racing. She had seen Lucius Malfoy leave the room. Was he a vampire? It seemed absurd, how could someone as prominent as Lucius Malfoy be something so evil. Well, he is a known Death Eater, she snorted. Maybe it wasn't so farfetched after all. Hurrying down the hallway, Ginny let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. At least now she was safe among the bustling healers-though some gave her an odd look. A hand gruffly grabbed her shoulder, causing her to let out a shriek.
"Ms. Weasley. Are you lost?" Mr. Scelus asked, a warm smile playing on his lips.
"Kind of," Ginny replied, praying that her heart wouldn't beat so loudly in her ears.
"Sorry, I gave you such a fright," he apologized. "Are you looking for Mr. Potter's room?" Ginny nodded. He smiled. "I was just going that way." Mr. Scelus lead her silently through the windy corridors. They didn't bother to make small talk, wouldn't have mattered anyway, Ginny's thoughts were still focused on the dead man. Should she tell someone? Should she tell Mr. Scelus? He was a healer, and a pretty prominent one. But something in this back of her mind told her that he couldn't be trusted.
"Well, here you go Ms. Weasley," Mr. Scelus voice broke through her reverie. "Mr. Potter hasn't shown any signs of improvement- though I'm sure he would still enjoy the company." He winked. "Well I'll be off then- have another patient to look after." With a nod he was gone.
Ginny slowly opened the door, and all thoughts of the dead man, Lucius Malfoy, and vampires were gone. All she saw now was Harry Potter, defeated.
***
Ginny didn't know how long she had been sitting by Harry's side, holding his cold hand. His eyes were closed now; maybe it was sign that he would finally get some rest. The sun was setting, causing the room to glow in a dark orange color. Ginny sighed. When she had first entered, she went around tidying the small room. Ron had decorated it with Chudley Cannon posters. Her mother had made a red quilt, color of the Gryffindor house. Hermione would come and talk to Harry whenever she could, even though he wouldn't respond. And Ginny, she would do the same- talk until there was nothing more to talk about. Then, she would sit silently, holding his hand, watching his face for any signs of life.
Today, however, she had brought her guitar. Even though Ron had objected- saying it was just wrong to torture the boy when he couldn't defend himself. The truth was that Ginny was a wonderful player- her fingers naturally found the right chords, and a melody would be woven. She stretched her fingers, and started to play.
After a minute or so- the melody found words. It started as a whisper, and then grew to a soft murmur.
The minute you left
My heart was broken
I'm sorry
I never meant to
Till the day you come
Back to me
I'm sorry
I'll never leave you
Hear my voice
And my plea
Forgive me
I did not believe-
Ginny gasped as Harry's eyes fluttered open. He stared silently at the ceiling, waiting for his eyes to adjust before he slowly turned to face her. Immediately, she stood up, but Harry's hand clutched onto her arm in desperation. "Please don't stop," he whispered. Ginny nodded, and continued strumming her guitar- but lost the words.
"You sounded like an angel," Harry continued, falling silent as to sort out his thoughts. His voice was weak, and Ginny had to lean in close to hear him. Dark rings sagged under his eyes, which contrasted greatly against his pale skin. His green eyes met her brown ones. Before his eyes would sparkle- a crisp green color, but as she sat there- his eyes were dull and tired. A look of intense concentration passed over his face.
"I can't sense him anymore," Harry said suddenly, with a small smile.
"What?" Ginny asked, placing her guitar to the side.
"Voldemort!" He exclaimed, his grin growing wider, as he forced himself into a sitting position. "He's gone!"
***
The room was dark, and for one frightening second Draco thought he had gone blind. However, in a few minutes his eyes focused, and he realized he was in small room. But where he was, that didn't matter. It was that voice. In the horrors of his mind, there was light that broke through. He had thought he had died. But that would have been too easy.
I wish I had died. Draco turned his head toward where the song was coming through the thin wall.
Forgive me
I did not believe-
Draco frowned. The singing had stopped. And it had left him with a desire to know what else she had to say. Was there an end to the song?
He shook the thought out of his head. It was just a stupid song. Nothing else. He had bigger things on his mind now, and quite literally. Somewhere in the dark corners of his mind, he knew Voldemort was lurking- waiting for the right moment.
The door opened and closed silently. "I see you are awake, Lord Voldemort," Lucius stated tentatively, approaching the bed-stricken Draco with caution. Draco smirked. At least he could put his father through the same hell as he did him.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Father," Draco replied, stressing the word 'father' as much as it was possible with your throat burning as if it were on fire. "He's not here." Draco tried to make a show of looking around the room for the missing lord, but he never realized how heavy his arms were. Instead he turned his damned smirk onto his father and shrugged. "I guess, it didn't take." It wasn't entirely true- but his father deserved every last minute of anguish this brought him.
Suddenly Draco coughed violently, reaching up to his mouth where a small line of blood was working down his chin. Draco's eyebrow slowly made its way upwards in disbelief, as he saw the red blood staining his porcelain skin. Looking up he saw a similar expression on his father's face, before Lucius' face broke into a toothy smile.
"Is that so?" Lucius asked, his voice low and deadly.
Draco groaned. Ah, shit.
***End of Chapter Two***
By Trinity Tzen
Chapter Two
Ginny stepped out of fireplace, nodding at the witch at the reception desk, and continued through the swinging doors. It has been precisely a week since the night that Ron, Hermione, and herself had brought Harry to St. Mungo's. And it has been precisely a week that Harry hadn't made any improvement at all. He still stared vacantly toward the ceiling, his mouth open slightly, and his breath short and rapid.
At least he's still alive.
She shook her head. There was that one little blessing- however, Mr. Scelus said that Harry was physically still alive, but mentally- Ginny stifled the cry in her throat. He had said that Harry might, indeed, be brain dead. She sighed heavily, life just wasn't fair. Harry didn't deserve this, no one did. Stopping in her tracks, Ginny looked around the hallway in confusion. Where was Harry's room again?
Must have made a wrong turn.
Healers bustled around, some with pieces of parchment floating by their heads and quills magically scratching down notes. They all looked extremely busy, and Ginny was hesitant to bother them. Slinging her guitar over her back, she decided it was best just to backtrack as far as she could remember. Taking the corner a bit too quickly, Ginny found herself colliding with an unmovable being, and instantly falling to the cold hospital floor. "Sorry," she mumbled, looking up. Cold gray eyes fell on her, and Ginny fought the urge to cry out in fear.
Lucius Malfoy. As long as she would live, Ginny would never forget him. The hell he had put her through in her first year at Hogwart's- and every nightmare since then. He just looked down his slender nose, ignoring her and walking past.
He doesn't recognize me, she thought frantically, gathering herself. He didn't recognize me! She didn't know whether to be relieved or offended. Apparently ruining her life didn't even make the slightest dent in his. Frowning, Ginny stood to her full height- five feet nine inches. With that she saw the room that Lucius had practically ran out of. It was on the far side of the deserted hallway, the door slightly ajar.
Ginny didn't know what had gone on through her mind, but the desire to see what was inside was growing stronger with each step. Her heart did little flips inside her chest as she reached for the knob. Ginny cringed as the door creaked open. Her breath caught as she saw the slain figure on the small cot.
It was man. Stepping closer, she could see the look of horror on his face. His yellow eyes bulged out, hands frozen out in front of him- as if he was warding off some kind of evil. His black cloak was pulled down around him, clearly exposing his neck. Ginny's eyes widened, two small punctures were found where the large artery would have been. Stumbling out of the room, she slammed the door closed behind her.
Vampires? Her mind started racing. She had seen Lucius Malfoy leave the room. Was he a vampire? It seemed absurd, how could someone as prominent as Lucius Malfoy be something so evil. Well, he is a known Death Eater, she snorted. Maybe it wasn't so farfetched after all. Hurrying down the hallway, Ginny let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. At least now she was safe among the bustling healers-though some gave her an odd look. A hand gruffly grabbed her shoulder, causing her to let out a shriek.
"Ms. Weasley. Are you lost?" Mr. Scelus asked, a warm smile playing on his lips.
"Kind of," Ginny replied, praying that her heart wouldn't beat so loudly in her ears.
"Sorry, I gave you such a fright," he apologized. "Are you looking for Mr. Potter's room?" Ginny nodded. He smiled. "I was just going that way." Mr. Scelus lead her silently through the windy corridors. They didn't bother to make small talk, wouldn't have mattered anyway, Ginny's thoughts were still focused on the dead man. Should she tell someone? Should she tell Mr. Scelus? He was a healer, and a pretty prominent one. But something in this back of her mind told her that he couldn't be trusted.
"Well, here you go Ms. Weasley," Mr. Scelus voice broke through her reverie. "Mr. Potter hasn't shown any signs of improvement- though I'm sure he would still enjoy the company." He winked. "Well I'll be off then- have another patient to look after." With a nod he was gone.
Ginny slowly opened the door, and all thoughts of the dead man, Lucius Malfoy, and vampires were gone. All she saw now was Harry Potter, defeated.
***
Ginny didn't know how long she had been sitting by Harry's side, holding his cold hand. His eyes were closed now; maybe it was sign that he would finally get some rest. The sun was setting, causing the room to glow in a dark orange color. Ginny sighed. When she had first entered, she went around tidying the small room. Ron had decorated it with Chudley Cannon posters. Her mother had made a red quilt, color of the Gryffindor house. Hermione would come and talk to Harry whenever she could, even though he wouldn't respond. And Ginny, she would do the same- talk until there was nothing more to talk about. Then, she would sit silently, holding his hand, watching his face for any signs of life.
Today, however, she had brought her guitar. Even though Ron had objected- saying it was just wrong to torture the boy when he couldn't defend himself. The truth was that Ginny was a wonderful player- her fingers naturally found the right chords, and a melody would be woven. She stretched her fingers, and started to play.
After a minute or so- the melody found words. It started as a whisper, and then grew to a soft murmur.
The minute you left
My heart was broken
I'm sorry
I never meant to
Till the day you come
Back to me
I'm sorry
I'll never leave you
Hear my voice
And my plea
Forgive me
I did not believe-
Ginny gasped as Harry's eyes fluttered open. He stared silently at the ceiling, waiting for his eyes to adjust before he slowly turned to face her. Immediately, she stood up, but Harry's hand clutched onto her arm in desperation. "Please don't stop," he whispered. Ginny nodded, and continued strumming her guitar- but lost the words.
"You sounded like an angel," Harry continued, falling silent as to sort out his thoughts. His voice was weak, and Ginny had to lean in close to hear him. Dark rings sagged under his eyes, which contrasted greatly against his pale skin. His green eyes met her brown ones. Before his eyes would sparkle- a crisp green color, but as she sat there- his eyes were dull and tired. A look of intense concentration passed over his face.
"I can't sense him anymore," Harry said suddenly, with a small smile.
"What?" Ginny asked, placing her guitar to the side.
"Voldemort!" He exclaimed, his grin growing wider, as he forced himself into a sitting position. "He's gone!"
***
The room was dark, and for one frightening second Draco thought he had gone blind. However, in a few minutes his eyes focused, and he realized he was in small room. But where he was, that didn't matter. It was that voice. In the horrors of his mind, there was light that broke through. He had thought he had died. But that would have been too easy.
I wish I had died. Draco turned his head toward where the song was coming through the thin wall.
Forgive me
I did not believe-
Draco frowned. The singing had stopped. And it had left him with a desire to know what else she had to say. Was there an end to the song?
He shook the thought out of his head. It was just a stupid song. Nothing else. He had bigger things on his mind now, and quite literally. Somewhere in the dark corners of his mind, he knew Voldemort was lurking- waiting for the right moment.
The door opened and closed silently. "I see you are awake, Lord Voldemort," Lucius stated tentatively, approaching the bed-stricken Draco with caution. Draco smirked. At least he could put his father through the same hell as he did him.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Father," Draco replied, stressing the word 'father' as much as it was possible with your throat burning as if it were on fire. "He's not here." Draco tried to make a show of looking around the room for the missing lord, but he never realized how heavy his arms were. Instead he turned his damned smirk onto his father and shrugged. "I guess, it didn't take." It wasn't entirely true- but his father deserved every last minute of anguish this brought him.
Suddenly Draco coughed violently, reaching up to his mouth where a small line of blood was working down his chin. Draco's eyebrow slowly made its way upwards in disbelief, as he saw the red blood staining his porcelain skin. Looking up he saw a similar expression on his father's face, before Lucius' face broke into a toothy smile.
"Is that so?" Lucius asked, his voice low and deadly.
Draco groaned. Ah, shit.
***End of Chapter Two***
