A/N: SORRY! I was sick, then out of town! I made this chapter extra exciting to make up for it! I hope you like it. -LadyBrannon
Everyone turned and looked at Madame Pomfrey.
"Physically, she has a fractured skull. I have mended the skull as best as I can. She will need to be kept perfectly still for 48 hours. However, her mind has been taken over. She is under the influence of a dark spell. Professor Dumbledore has contacted St. Mungo's and a Dark Arts specialist is on their way. From what he said on the phone, her dreams are no longer her own. They will be witness to actual events. Whoever has done this wants Mrs. Malfoy to know everything they are doing. This means that if she encounters anything bothersome in these dreams; she will most likely thrash around. That thrashing will be very dangerous to her recovery. That is why I need to restrain her. I need your permission to do so, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco dropped his head; the tears were coming quicker now.
"Will it hurt her?"
"I won't lie to you, Mr. Malfoy, the restraints could. It depends on the kinds of things she will see. With this being a dark spell, it is only natural to assume that her thoughts may be…harsh," she finished after a slight pause with a solemn voice.
Draco choked on a sob. It was even more pronounced by the fact that Hermione was also sobbing. Arthur pulled Hermione to him in a fatherly gesture. Molly came up behind Draco and pulled him back against her. Draco eagerly sought her warmth and love. Ron, who was unnaturally quiet, was being comforted by Harry. Harry was sympathetically rubbing Ron's shoulder. Professor Snape and Mr. Snape were standing stoically to the side.
"I guess we need to restrain her then." Draco said on a choked sob.
"I do believe that it would be for the best, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco's only response was a slight nod in agreement.
Madame Pomfrey pulled out her wand and muttered a bonding spell on the unconscious form of Ginny Malfoy. As the spell took hold, white strips of cloth sprang forth from Madame Pomfrey's wand and took hold of Ginny's arms and legs. Another set of cloth strips shot forth and wrapped around her head and torso. A light moan came from Ginny as the cloth band settled around her head.
Draco released himself from Molly's comforting embrace and earnestly searched Ginny's face for signs of waking up. The others in the room looked to Madame Pomfrey for confirmation. She simply shook her head negatively.
"Ginny wake up! Sweetheart, please…" Draco pleaded with the unconscious form of his wife.
The only response was more pitiful moans from Ginny.
"I think it would be a good idea if you all went to lunch." Madame Pomfrey advised the group.
"I am not leaving." Draco vehemently said.
"No, you are not leaving," Professor Snape said with conviction and a glare to Madame Pomfrey.
Madame Pomfrey returned the glare, but nodded her agreement.
The Headmaster, taking Madame Pomfrey's suggestion, guided everyone out of the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey, after one last check on Ginny, returned to her office.
Once gone, Draco pushed another bed to Ginny's and laid down on it. He grabbed Ginny's hand and began absently stroking the top of her hand with his thumb. After a few minutes, he began quietly talking to Ginny. He told her about how he felt when he was told he must marry the youngest Weasley. He told her about how he secretly loved being the butt of Fred and George's pranks because it made him feel accepted. He told her about how his sweetest memory of her was the day they had their picnic by the lake. He told her about how he felt so lost when she was forced to leave him and how much he knew he had to have her back. He shared all of his memories of their wedding. He spoke of their honeymoon with joy in his voice.
Draco continued his ramblings and assured her of his love for her. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep. All the while, he was holding her hand.
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"Hello Ginny!" a husky feminine voice roared through her head.
Ginny looked around. She did not see anyone. All she could see was dense fog. She loudly asked who was there. She got no response. So, she began making her way through the thick grey fog looking for anything or anyone that could give her some answers.
For what seemed like hours, Ginny stumbled and fought her way through the oppressive fog. She saw little and found nothing to help her. It was then, with shock, she found herself looking at a large stone wall. She put her hands out and touched the wall. She wanted to make sure it was not an aberration. With her hands on the stone, she began feeling her way around the structure.
She stumbled a few times, but was careful to not to lose the stone wall. Her hands were beginning to hurt from the friction of running across the rock. She continued while ignoring the pain.
Suddenly, she felt the texture under her hands change. Instead of the rough, abrasive rock, she felt something smooth. She brought her face as close to the material as possible. She could just barely make out what the new feeling was because she was now able to see the darker material. It seemed that she was touching wood instead of stone.
Ginny tentatively knocked on the wood. She was almost thrown off balance when the door unexpectedly opened.
"Ahhh…Mrs. Ginny Malfoy, I have been wanting to meet you for a very long time, a very long time indeed. Shall I say on the high side of a millennium?" a sweet, husky voice said with an oxymoronic sardonic drawl.
"Who are you?" Ginny awkwardly got out.
"My dear, I was told you were the brightest witch at Hogwarts. Surely, you know who I am by now."
Ginny gave a serious, pondering look at the women before her. She was tall and very beautiful. Her mouth was frozen in a wide, sincere smile. However, it was her eyes that sent a foreboding shiver down Ginny's back.
The twitch in her back caused the woman before her to smile even more brightly.
"Oh, dear Merlin!"
"Why, Mrs. Malfoy, I did not know that you held me in such high regard. I am truly honored." the woman facetiously said, as she began determinedly walking directly towards Ginny.
Ginny found herself stepping back, unconsciously.
"Come now, Mrs. Malfoy, surely you knew I would win. I always win. They don't call me Merlin for nothing," the woman finished as she stopped in front of Ginny and slowly ran the back of her hand across Ginny's cheek.
Ginny shivered. The woman's hands were as cold as her eyes.
"You are a vampire, aren't you?" Ginny hesitantly asked, her mind hoping to stall the woman so that she could come up with a plan to get her out of this nasty situation.
"Amongst other things…yes, I am a vampire," with that said, the woman laughed an evil cackle and bared her fangs, causing her face to become a hideous, wrinkled mass. She caught Ginny in a vicious grip and pulled her close. The woman gave Ginny a quick sniff and before Ginny knew what hit her, she was caught in a painful bite from the vampire.
Ginny's mind was being clouded by the pain, but she fought it. She concentrated on the meeting in Dumbledore's office. One thing kept playing in her mind over and over…'Amberlin Mossuri…Amberlin Mossuri…Amberlin Mossuri…Amberlin Mossuri…Amberlin Mossuri…Merlin…Merlin…Amberlin Mossuri…Merlin…Amberlin Mossuri…'
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Draco was pulled from his slumber by Ginny giving him a nasty jerk. He quickly sat up and looked at Ginny. She was deathly white and moving violently on the bed.
He looked at his wife and noticed, with a heavy heart, that the restraints were making horrible cuts on her wrists and ankles. She was thrashing about so violently that he could see bruises forming all over her body.
"Ginny?" Draco asked in fear.
She did not respond to his voice. She continued her erratic movements. Her hands and feet flailed chaotically. Her head turned left and right in a swift, painful looking manor. The restraints gave away under her powerful flailing.
"Ginny, please wake up," he begged again, petrified that she was doing irreparable harm to herself.
"Hm…jnmddsfkdsidsff…Merlin…sddfkndsfiosdfn…Ambe…hmfhghfmfm…Merlin…asdfkldsfidmkd…Amberlin Mossuri."
"Ginny…Ginny…" Draco screeched.
At his yelling, Madame Pomfrey came running from her office.
"Is she awake, Mr. Malfoy?"
"I don't think so, but she was thrashing around and mumbling. I could only make out a few words, Merlin, Amberlin and Mossuri."
"Does that mean anything to you, Mr. Malfoy."
"Yes, it does," said a voice that was instantly recognized.
Draco and Madame Pomfrey turned to look at Headmaster Dumbledore, and, for once, he did not have the sweet sparkle in his eyes. In fact, his eyes almost seemed to be frightened. Draco glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, directly behind Professor Dumbledore, he was sure it was fear that was reflected in the Headmaster's eyes…and that could NOT be good.