Life of Sin
By Angele Brezinski
Chapter Two.
Ron let his loll back into his pillow. There was no need to know what he thought about- his mind was plagued with one person: Ginny. The moon shone through his small window, casting jagged shadows along his walls. His dear little sister- a murderer. Shaking his head, he couldn't imagine it- ever. But he knew what his own eyes saw. It was her. Tears started to well in his eyes. Why her?
He heard a 'pop' and turned to confront the intruder.
"Hello Ron." Hermione walked up to him, and sat at the edge of his head. He didn't bother to get up- or even look at her.
"Hey." He heard her let out a dramatic sigh.
"You need to get over this." She let her fingers play on his brow. Ron turned and looked into her hooded eyes.
"What am I going to do?" Grasping her hand, he held it tight. Hermione winced.
"Do what I tell you," she whispered, bringing her lips down to his.
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The next morning Harry had a plan. He would go see Ginny, and ask the questions that have been plaguing him for the past couple days. Why did she do it? Why those people? Why why why…?
He dressed quickly, throwing on an old pair of Dudley's jeans, and a black sweatshirt that read "Hogwart's Grad '98" that flashed in silver letters. Running down the stairs, he could hear his uncle screaming for him to keep it the noise down. Ignoring him, Harry snatched up a piece of dry toast and headed for the fireplace. Out of his pocket, he pulled out a small satchel of Floo powder. He uttered, "Ministry of Magic" before green flames engulfed him and he vanished.
Brushing off the ashes off his sweatshirt, Harry made his way past the large double doors. He knew perfectly well where he was: Level Two, also known as Department of Magical Law Enforcement. A gray haired woman, with bushy eyebrows and a scowl plastered on her face approached him quickly. Harry recognized her instantly, considering he was in her custody during his 5th year, as well as he just graduated with her niece, Susan.
"What are you doing here?" Her blue eyes flashing. Harry gave her a pleasant smile.
"Why, Good Morning to you too, Madam Bones." She shot him an irritated look.
"You're not here to play games, Potter, and I know I'm not here to play games- so drop the act. You shouldn't be here." Harry rolled his eyes.
"I just have a few questions…"
Madam Bones cut him off. "No one is allowed to see Ms. Weasley. No one." Harry made an attempt to protest. But she continued, "It would be considered as tampering if anyone spoke with her." She gave him a level-glare, over the brim of her glasses. "Anyone. You understand, Potter?" He nodded complacently. Madam Bones seemed a bit shock that he backed down so easily. "Well, now that's settled- please remove yourself from this office." She gently pushed him toward the double doors.
"Just a moment." Madam Bones sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance.
"What is it?"
"Well, I was wondering if Tonks is here." Harry asked innocently. Madam Bones gave him a suspicious once-over before nodding.
"She's in the back. Make it quick." Harry smiled brightly, thanking the woman, before practically skipping to the back door that leads to the Auror offices, and cells. He didn't want to call Madam Bones an idiot or anything, but that was far too easy. "Remember, Mr. Potter, there are eyes everywhere, I'll know what you are going on about." She cast him one last suspicious glance, then smiled smugly. Harry frowned; OK- maybe the old bat isn't as dumb as he had thought. Letting out one small defeated sigh, he made his way into the back room.
He had never really been back behind the door, where the Arurors supposedly spent their time doing unnecessary paperwork. He had heard Tonks complain about it constantly. She definitely preferred working in the field. Harry didn't blame her; he'd rather be out where the action was- instead of spending his precious time nine to five behind a desk. Harry blanched, the thought itself was horrifying.
So…what now?
Harry came to a fork in the hallway. One that lead to the Auror offices, the other to the cells. He knew where he wanted to go, but Madam Bones' threat was still fresh in his mind. He wouldn't doubt that she would skin him alive, if she found him trying to talk to Ginny. But, he had to try, right? Ginny's innocence was at hand.
Glancing precariously over his shoulder, he made a mad-dash down the corridor to the cells. Soon, he came upon a couple doors, all blue- with a small plastic window up where his eyes were. Peeking into the first one, he saw nothing except an empty bed, and a lone toilet up against the far wall. Harry frowned, but continued checking each room as such. He didn't want to call out Ginny's name, for fear that someone else coming down the hallway would hear, or more likely, Ginny would overreact, drawing the attention of every Auror in the area.
So Harry moved quickly, and deftly from door to door, until he reached the last one at the end of the hallway. Logic would say that this was where Ginny was being held. Harry smiled brightly, and approached the door, until muffled voices stopped him. One, he could clearly tell was Ginny's… the other, was a male. Harry paused, confused. Madam Bones clearly had told him that no one was allowed to see Ginny because of possible 'tampering.' Then who the hell was she talking to now?
To answer his own question, Harry just stepped up to the small plastic window. His eyes widened in shock.
Malfoy.
***End of Chapter Two***
