*~Okay, I want to know what the hell connection I have with Mary-Sue! After
someone has told me that, I want all the people who hate this story to piss
off. I already said if you want to flame someone, DON'T FLAME ME! I really
like all of you who are trying to help me, and even if you are the only one
reading this, yes, I'm talking to you, Funness, then enjoy it while you
can. I'm almost done with it, just a few more chapters, and then I'll start
a new story. And if you don't like this one then don't read the other
one.~*
Kylie's heart thudded against her ribs as she flung herself out of bed and flew down the stairs with Hermione. Professor McGonagall and the rest of the Gryffindors were huddled around a table where a note lay. Ron looked up from where he had been sitting with his head in his hands. His face was red and his eyes were swollen. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he was sobbing. Kylie leaned over and read the note. 'You didn't listen to me when I asked to go to the cave. So I went by myself.'
"It's from Ginny," Hermione said weakly. "Harry's already gone to find her. If you hurry you can catch up."
McGonagall didn't protest when Kylie sprinted out of the room, slammed the door, and clattered down the corridor. Kylie's breaths were coming in sharp gasps when she arrived at the end of the village. 'There's a reason I play forward and not midfield,' she thought, 'I can't run long enough!' needless, she clambered over the gate and started the climb up the mountain. She searched everywhere for an entrance, not knowing exactly where the cave was located. She was at least halfway up the mountain when she found a crack the she could just slide through. When she did, a horrible scene met her eyes. Harry was rolling on the floor, screaming in pain, while Ginny was huddled in the corner, whimpering. But what really scared Kylie was the man standing over Harry, a malicious grin on his face. He was tall and thin, with chalk white skin and gleaming red eyes. Kylie knew automatically who it was, it was Lord Voldemort. He looked up when she leaped to her feet and took his wand off Harry. Harry rolled onto his side, gasping, and then rose unsteadily to his feet.
"I thought you might be here. Good, it will make everything much easier," he said in barely a whisper. Kylie caught every word though.
He then turned to Ginny, who shrank further back into the shadows.
"I have no more need for you, my dear," he said icily. And with that, he retrieved a shining dagger from within the folds of his cloak.
Kylie and Harry scrambled forward, but were instantly held back by a mismatched pair of hands. One was squat and pudgy, the other, silver, strong, and much too large for the other. The two of them watched in horror as Voldemort crept slowly towards Ginny. He raised the dagger, and Kylie turned away. But she could not block out the scream that followed. She squinted through her eyes at the scene. Ginny's hand was over her side, where blood was squirting through her fingers in torrents. She was gasping and clawing at the wound, her white face contorted in unimaginable pain. Kylie let out a strangled cry and threw off the hand that restrained her, (she was held by the pudgy hand.) she flew across the cave and flung herself onto Ginny. She slowly pried Ginny's fingers off of the wound, and gagged when she saw the hole in her flesh. Kylie, sobbing at the thought of losing one of her best friends, tore off the bottom of her robes and wrapped it around Ginny's middle. She continued to do this until her robes barely reached her torso. She stood back up, amazed at how much freedom she had in just jeans than she did with her robes on. She brushed Ginny's hair back from her eyes and turned to face Voldemort.
"So, you are going to fight me? Wormtail, release Harry and let's see them match the power of Lord Voldemort!" he said.
A small man stepped out of the shadows, his silver hand still restraining Harry, who was struggling madly. He had small, watery blue eyes, and a shining bald head. He let go of Harry and walked over to a corner, well out of the way of the fight.
Voldemort laughed softly, "I believe Harry has already suffered my wrath, now it's your turn. Crucio!"
Kylie fell to the ground and screamed in pain. Her body was on fire, hot knives were stabbing every inch of her, and then her skin was being peeled off layer by layer. At least, that's what it felt like. She rolled over and over, twitching uncontrollably, when finally, after what seemed like hours, it ended. She scrambled to her feet, gasping.
"Now, everyone has a right to know the truth, so you two will know how young Ginny here came to this place. Now, I had Wormtail here spying on you two at the castle, to see who was closest to you. I learned that Harry and Ginny were a couple, so I instructed Wormtail to put her under the Imperius Curse so I could tell her to lure you two to this cave. And, it seems that she has succeeded," Voldemort explained.
Harry's hand plunged into his robe and pulled out his wand. Before Voldemort could stop him he yelled, "Expelliarmus!" and Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand and into Harry's. Kylie had horrible reflexes so her wand was only half out before Harry had screamed the charm. Voldemort rubbed his pale hand and for the first time Kylie saw fear in his eyes. Before she could stop herself, she screamed the charm to make things pink.
"Roseyle Voldemort! She shrieked. Voldemorts chalk white skin turned bubblegum pink and he started when he saw his vibrant hands.
"Kylie, what the hell?!? What good is that supposed to do!" Harry muttered. Kylie blushed. She always was the one to leap before she looked.
"Although this is quite entertaining, I'm afraid it must stop," a voice said. Suddenly, Albus Dumbledore stepped out of the shadows, radiating that sense of security and power he always brought with him. before Dumbledore could do anything though, Voldemort produced a smoke screen and when it cleared, Voldemort, Wormtail, and the wand that Harry once held were gone. A low moan from the corner reminded them that Ginny was still well wounded and in the hands of death.
"Come, bring Ginny. We still may be able to save her," Dumbledore whispered.
*~I got the spell to make things pink from padfootprints and her story, The Very Pink Diary. Read it some time, I don't think I've ever laughed harder in my life.~*
Kylie's heart thudded against her ribs as she flung herself out of bed and flew down the stairs with Hermione. Professor McGonagall and the rest of the Gryffindors were huddled around a table where a note lay. Ron looked up from where he had been sitting with his head in his hands. His face was red and his eyes were swollen. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he was sobbing. Kylie leaned over and read the note. 'You didn't listen to me when I asked to go to the cave. So I went by myself.'
"It's from Ginny," Hermione said weakly. "Harry's already gone to find her. If you hurry you can catch up."
McGonagall didn't protest when Kylie sprinted out of the room, slammed the door, and clattered down the corridor. Kylie's breaths were coming in sharp gasps when she arrived at the end of the village. 'There's a reason I play forward and not midfield,' she thought, 'I can't run long enough!' needless, she clambered over the gate and started the climb up the mountain. She searched everywhere for an entrance, not knowing exactly where the cave was located. She was at least halfway up the mountain when she found a crack the she could just slide through. When she did, a horrible scene met her eyes. Harry was rolling on the floor, screaming in pain, while Ginny was huddled in the corner, whimpering. But what really scared Kylie was the man standing over Harry, a malicious grin on his face. He was tall and thin, with chalk white skin and gleaming red eyes. Kylie knew automatically who it was, it was Lord Voldemort. He looked up when she leaped to her feet and took his wand off Harry. Harry rolled onto his side, gasping, and then rose unsteadily to his feet.
"I thought you might be here. Good, it will make everything much easier," he said in barely a whisper. Kylie caught every word though.
He then turned to Ginny, who shrank further back into the shadows.
"I have no more need for you, my dear," he said icily. And with that, he retrieved a shining dagger from within the folds of his cloak.
Kylie and Harry scrambled forward, but were instantly held back by a mismatched pair of hands. One was squat and pudgy, the other, silver, strong, and much too large for the other. The two of them watched in horror as Voldemort crept slowly towards Ginny. He raised the dagger, and Kylie turned away. But she could not block out the scream that followed. She squinted through her eyes at the scene. Ginny's hand was over her side, where blood was squirting through her fingers in torrents. She was gasping and clawing at the wound, her white face contorted in unimaginable pain. Kylie let out a strangled cry and threw off the hand that restrained her, (she was held by the pudgy hand.) she flew across the cave and flung herself onto Ginny. She slowly pried Ginny's fingers off of the wound, and gagged when she saw the hole in her flesh. Kylie, sobbing at the thought of losing one of her best friends, tore off the bottom of her robes and wrapped it around Ginny's middle. She continued to do this until her robes barely reached her torso. She stood back up, amazed at how much freedom she had in just jeans than she did with her robes on. She brushed Ginny's hair back from her eyes and turned to face Voldemort.
"So, you are going to fight me? Wormtail, release Harry and let's see them match the power of Lord Voldemort!" he said.
A small man stepped out of the shadows, his silver hand still restraining Harry, who was struggling madly. He had small, watery blue eyes, and a shining bald head. He let go of Harry and walked over to a corner, well out of the way of the fight.
Voldemort laughed softly, "I believe Harry has already suffered my wrath, now it's your turn. Crucio!"
Kylie fell to the ground and screamed in pain. Her body was on fire, hot knives were stabbing every inch of her, and then her skin was being peeled off layer by layer. At least, that's what it felt like. She rolled over and over, twitching uncontrollably, when finally, after what seemed like hours, it ended. She scrambled to her feet, gasping.
"Now, everyone has a right to know the truth, so you two will know how young Ginny here came to this place. Now, I had Wormtail here spying on you two at the castle, to see who was closest to you. I learned that Harry and Ginny were a couple, so I instructed Wormtail to put her under the Imperius Curse so I could tell her to lure you two to this cave. And, it seems that she has succeeded," Voldemort explained.
Harry's hand plunged into his robe and pulled out his wand. Before Voldemort could stop him he yelled, "Expelliarmus!" and Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand and into Harry's. Kylie had horrible reflexes so her wand was only half out before Harry had screamed the charm. Voldemort rubbed his pale hand and for the first time Kylie saw fear in his eyes. Before she could stop herself, she screamed the charm to make things pink.
"Roseyle Voldemort! She shrieked. Voldemorts chalk white skin turned bubblegum pink and he started when he saw his vibrant hands.
"Kylie, what the hell?!? What good is that supposed to do!" Harry muttered. Kylie blushed. She always was the one to leap before she looked.
"Although this is quite entertaining, I'm afraid it must stop," a voice said. Suddenly, Albus Dumbledore stepped out of the shadows, radiating that sense of security and power he always brought with him. before Dumbledore could do anything though, Voldemort produced a smoke screen and when it cleared, Voldemort, Wormtail, and the wand that Harry once held were gone. A low moan from the corner reminded them that Ginny was still well wounded and in the hands of death.
"Come, bring Ginny. We still may be able to save her," Dumbledore whispered.
*~I got the spell to make things pink from padfootprints and her story, The Very Pink Diary. Read it some time, I don't think I've ever laughed harder in my life.~*