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Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat in the dark common room. Hermione leaned against Harry, deep sadness in her eyes. Harry embraced her softly, watching Ron with a soft frown. Ron was staring murderously into the fire, frustrated from not being able to help his sister.
"Ron." Harry said quietly, trying to get his attention. Ron turned slowly to look at his friends, his brown eyes haunted and angry. Hermione shrunk back slightly at the look on his face.
"What?" He snapped.
"Maybe we should go see her." Harry suggested. Ron shook his head.
"It's no use.She's not getting any better. You heard Pomfrey." He paused and stared back into the fire. "She might not last the night." He finished in a soft whisper, terror and anger in his voice that had once been filled with fire and fun. He stood suddenly and walked to the portrait. "I'm going outside." He said and shook his head when his two friends stood up. "No. I want to go alone." And he walked out.
Harry kept his arm around her shoulder, and she leaned against him gratefully. "I hope he'll be alright." She said softly. She felt horrible about Ginny's condition, she always felt towards her as a sister.
Harry nodded and stared after Ron. "Me too.Me too." He said softly and gave her a soft hug.
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Ron walked outside, pulling his cloak around him against the bitter cold of winter. The Christmas holidays were soon approaching, and he couldn't bear the thought of a Christmas without Ginny. He kicked up the snow and continued to walk, remembering times they had all played in the snow, tears falling and freezing against his freckled face.
"Pardon moi." Said a soft voice as a girl ran into him softly. She smiled, a smile that remarkably reminded him of someone, but he pushed it aside and stepped aside to let her pass. "You must be Ron Weasley, n'est pas?" She asked softly.
Ron simply nodded. "Yeah, so?" He said with his head down, pulling his scarf tightly around him.
Serenity looked at him, her clear blue eyes troubled. "Je regret your sister's illness." She said softly, truly feeling sorry for him. Ron shrugged and continued walking and remembering. Serenity frowned slightly and went back up to the castle.
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Ginny's breathing was very shallow, and she looked shrunken and lost against the big bed, her face pale, making the freckles stand out brightly. Her hair spread around her like a fiery halo, out of sync with the rest of her appearance. She opened her eyes for a brief moment, again catching sight of silver-blonde hair.
"Draco?" She managed to ask weakly, her vision and mind fuzzy. What Pomfrey had told Ron was true, she may not last the night, and Ginny knew it.
"Think again, little one." Came a hauntingly silky voice, one she had only heard a precious few times before. She tried to make her eyes focus but as soon as she almost could make out the face, blackness took her and she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Lucius Malfoy looked down at the little red-head, so frail and innocent looking in the big hospital bed. She reminded him of a dying angel. He shook the thoughts from his mind and absently touched her cold cheek. He had been coming here since Draco had told him of the youngest Weasley being deathly ill, of course in secret.
She had almost found out tonight that he was there. But no, her eyes closed within seconds of opening. "Such a pity such a pretty child had to go to waste. Of course, the muggle-loving fools of your parents did nothing to advance you." He said with a sneer.
Lucius mumbled a few choice words over the sleeping girl, and quickly made his way from Hogwarts, back to the Malfoy mansion.
AN: Hmmm.What's Lucius up to? Review and I might let you know! (
Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat in the dark common room. Hermione leaned against Harry, deep sadness in her eyes. Harry embraced her softly, watching Ron with a soft frown. Ron was staring murderously into the fire, frustrated from not being able to help his sister.
"Ron." Harry said quietly, trying to get his attention. Ron turned slowly to look at his friends, his brown eyes haunted and angry. Hermione shrunk back slightly at the look on his face.
"What?" He snapped.
"Maybe we should go see her." Harry suggested. Ron shook his head.
"It's no use.She's not getting any better. You heard Pomfrey." He paused and stared back into the fire. "She might not last the night." He finished in a soft whisper, terror and anger in his voice that had once been filled with fire and fun. He stood suddenly and walked to the portrait. "I'm going outside." He said and shook his head when his two friends stood up. "No. I want to go alone." And he walked out.
Harry kept his arm around her shoulder, and she leaned against him gratefully. "I hope he'll be alright." She said softly. She felt horrible about Ginny's condition, she always felt towards her as a sister.
Harry nodded and stared after Ron. "Me too.Me too." He said softly and gave her a soft hug.
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Ron walked outside, pulling his cloak around him against the bitter cold of winter. The Christmas holidays were soon approaching, and he couldn't bear the thought of a Christmas without Ginny. He kicked up the snow and continued to walk, remembering times they had all played in the snow, tears falling and freezing against his freckled face.
"Pardon moi." Said a soft voice as a girl ran into him softly. She smiled, a smile that remarkably reminded him of someone, but he pushed it aside and stepped aside to let her pass. "You must be Ron Weasley, n'est pas?" She asked softly.
Ron simply nodded. "Yeah, so?" He said with his head down, pulling his scarf tightly around him.
Serenity looked at him, her clear blue eyes troubled. "Je regret your sister's illness." She said softly, truly feeling sorry for him. Ron shrugged and continued walking and remembering. Serenity frowned slightly and went back up to the castle.
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Ginny's breathing was very shallow, and she looked shrunken and lost against the big bed, her face pale, making the freckles stand out brightly. Her hair spread around her like a fiery halo, out of sync with the rest of her appearance. She opened her eyes for a brief moment, again catching sight of silver-blonde hair.
"Draco?" She managed to ask weakly, her vision and mind fuzzy. What Pomfrey had told Ron was true, she may not last the night, and Ginny knew it.
"Think again, little one." Came a hauntingly silky voice, one she had only heard a precious few times before. She tried to make her eyes focus but as soon as she almost could make out the face, blackness took her and she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Lucius Malfoy looked down at the little red-head, so frail and innocent looking in the big hospital bed. She reminded him of a dying angel. He shook the thoughts from his mind and absently touched her cold cheek. He had been coming here since Draco had told him of the youngest Weasley being deathly ill, of course in secret.
She had almost found out tonight that he was there. But no, her eyes closed within seconds of opening. "Such a pity such a pretty child had to go to waste. Of course, the muggle-loving fools of your parents did nothing to advance you." He said with a sneer.
Lucius mumbled a few choice words over the sleeping girl, and quickly made his way from Hogwarts, back to the Malfoy mansion.
AN: Hmmm.What's Lucius up to? Review and I might let you know! (