Title: Ginny From the Block

Chapter Eight

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Chapter Summary: The first victim, a choice between normal and necessary, and Ginny gets a painful glimpse of things to come.

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Chapter Eight: Here Comes Trouble

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Location: Great Hall

Date: August 25th, 2003 (Monday)

Time: 12:10 p.m.

"And I'll just drop you ladies off here for lunch." Sirius told them with a grin that sent shivers down any female spine. He stood in the open doors to the Great Hall. "I look forward to seeing you Wednesday in class, if not sooner." With one last nod and a goodbye from each of them, Sirius turned and walked smoothly away.

Dawn shook her head as she watched him go. "That guy is smooth…too smooth…like Angel smooth. Are you sure you've seen him in direct sunlight?"

Ginny snorted. "Somehow I really do not see Dumbledore hiring a vampire as our new DADA teacher." She paused thoughtfully. "Though Lupin was a werewolf…"

"What's the big?" Dawn shrugged. "Lock up him a couple days a month and it's cool." Ginny looked at her slightly confused, but Dawn changed the subject. "So…on a scale of one to ten, how screwed are we?"

"Nine and a half?" Ginny guessed with a shrug. "I really can't believe Sirius bought our 'vampire research paper' excuse, but he has no proof. All we can do is be on guard and try to act normal."

"Us? Normal?" Dawn snorted. "That'll be the day."

Ginny grinned. "We'll endeavor to persevere." With one last look in the direction Sirius had disappeared, Ginny turned to make her way into the Great Hall and towards the Sunstone table. She noticed Hunter, Chris, and Dare were saving them seats again. She took her seat next to Hunter and looked at her friends' expectant faces. "What?"

"Where were you?" Chris finally burst out. "Langford told us that you and Dawn never showed for 'Care of Magical Creatures'. He said the last he saw you were talking to the DADA teacher about vampires." She frowned reproachfully at Dawn. "I thought you were getting away from that anyway."

Dawn rolled her eyes. "Leave it to Langford to tattle on us." She tossed a slip of paper at Chris. "We have a pass, so you can't give us detention. As for the vampire thing?" She shrugged. "Our DADA teacher asked us to come up with a topic and no one else volunteered one." She left out the dementer suggestion and the haunted look in Sirius Black's eyes. "I'm not trying to be my sister here. I was just being a good student."

"It's not a problem." Ginny assured them with false confidence. "We just stayed to talk with the teacher. I know him. He's Harry's godfather."

"And did he find out about your little nocturnal activities?" Dare questioned curiously.

"Not yet." Dawn sighed.

"Not if I can help it." Ginny echoed.

"Hmm…" Hunter grinned cockily at them both. "I sense more to the story here. What about…"

A rumble of voices from behind them, made Hunter pause. The whole group turned their heads to look towards the disruption. They couldn't see much from their position, but it appeared that Headmaster Dumbledore was making his way towards the Head Table for some sort of announcement. Ginny felt her stomach clinch. They never had mid-day announcements unless something bad had happened. She bit her lip as she waited for Dumbledore to take his position and speak.

"Attention students…" His low raspy voice rang out surprisingly clear through the hall. Every student froze to listen. "I am afraid I have some rather dire news to impart. It would appear that Voldemort," Several students shuddered at his use of the dark wizard's actual name, "has decided to focus his attacks at this time directly on our school."

Ginny felt her teeth clench. She wasn't really as scared of Voldemort as she had been a year ago, but that didn't mean she didn't respect the threat he represented to her world. Ginny was reassured to feel Dawn's hand come to rest atop of hers on the table for support. With a deep breath for calm, Ginny focused on Dumbledore.

"Our latest reports confirm that the Dark Lord has enlisted many dark creatures to aid him in this plot. Our first casualty to these creatures was discovered only hours ago and I, as well as the rest of the staff, felt it vital that the student body be informed." Dumbledore continued. "I assure you that there is no need for panic, but special safety precautions will, of course, be taken with all our students and teachers from this point on. Let us all be on our guard so that this tragedy is not repeated. Thank you, you may return to your meals." Dumbledore nodded as he finished and moved away.

Dare groaned as he thumped his head down on his folded arms resting on the table. The rest of the group turned to look at him confused. He lifted his head and grimaced at them. "We really picked the wrong time to exchange schools, didn't we?"

Without being able to help it, Ginny snorted with a rueful chuckle. "With Hogwarts? There isn't a right time. We have at least one evil Voldemort plot a year."

Chris frowned. "Why? I mean, we didn't at Sunstone." That sentiment seemed to be echoed by everyone sitting nearby save Ginny and Dawn.

"Not Voldemort maybe." Dawn told her with a mocking look. "But my sister's been racking up apocalypse points since she moved to town. Did you forget Sunstone is outside Sunnyhell? We make Voldemort look tame."

"Yes," Hunter told her reasonably. "But none of that happened directly to Sunstone. That was the town or the Hellmouth. These are attacks on our school directly, which is completely new for us. Besides," He shot Dawn a pointed look. "Your sister isn't here now."

"No, but Harry Potter is." Ginny jumped in with a slight grin. "And so are the rest of the Gryffindor Trio, Professor Dumbledore and the other teachers, and now myself and Dawn. One of our groups will get to the bottom of this. We always do."

Chris just stared from Dawn to Ginny in disbelief. "I thought you were giving all that life and death shit up? What happened to 'we want to be normal kids for a change'?"

Dawn shrugged and her eyes were dead serious as they met Chris' from across the table. "We don't always get what we want. We do what we have to do. Just ask my sister."

A new light of determination flashed in Chris' eyes this time. "Well, if you're going to be dumb as hell and stick your noses in here then I'm going with you. I'm sick of sitting on the sidelines and hoping that when you trudge into the Common Room after hours it's only with a few bumps and bruises."

Hunter and Dare nodded their heads in agreement with her statement. Ginny and Dawn watched them with apprehension and then looked to each other. They answered as one. "NO!" Dawn let Ginny continue. "We aren't getting you involved in our fights. You didn't ask for this and you aren't prepared. You'll only get yourself killed."

Hunter lifted a determined brow as he climbed to his feet. Dare and Chris followed suit. He just looked straight at Ginny. "We'll see about that." Without another word the three walked off.

Ginny and Dawn spoke only two words together. "Bloody hell!"

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Location: Headed towards Astronomy Tower

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Date: August 25th, 2003

Time: 12:55 p.m.

Looking around her as they walked and waving to several passing Hogwarts' students, Ginny sighed. "We really need to watch ourselves with the gang, Dawn. They're not prepared for this and they will try to get involved just to help us."

"I know." Dawn nodded. "Time for sneaky mode. Considering my sister's sneaky mode had the Scooby gang with at least six members at all times? Let's hope we're better at it than her."

"We'll have to be." Shrugging Ginny maneuvered around several people and headed up the next flight of stairs on the Grand Staircase. When she reached the top of them she turned and faced Dawn. "Okay, this is the Muggle Studies floor." She moved over to point in the doorway. "See that door?" She pointed to the Muggle History classroom's door. Dawn nodded and Ginny sighed. "That's it. Have fun."

Dawn winced. "You sure you can't change your schedule?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You'll be smashing. Just be you…and go!" She pushed Dawn in the right direction.

Dawn grumbled at her for a moment, but then put on her brave face and walked through the open archway leading to the Muggle Studies classes. Ginny watched to make sure she headed for the correct classroom before turning to continue on her way to the Astronomy Tower and her Divination class.

Divination was Ginny's first elective class and she wondered briefly if she'd have it with anyone she knew. She was aware that Ron and Harry had taken Divination before, but she didn't know if they still took the class or not. She also wasn't completely sure if she hoped they did or didn't. It might be nice to actually share a class with them for once, but she was feeling rather on edge at the moment. All this Dark Magic and Voldemort rubbish had taken its toll and the Sirius issue wasn't helping either.

Still, Ginny forced herself to continue up each flight of stairs to the Seventh Floor. She then headed directly for the Astronomy Tower staircase and jogged up the circular steps. She reached the top at just one minute till.

Ginny released the breath she didn't know she'd been holding as she took the measure of the other students already present in class. Most of them were Hogwarts students trying for an easy grade, but there were a few Sunstone students and those rare few girls that actually believed Professor Trelawney wasn't completely nutters. Airheads those, but Ginny just rolled her eyes at them and took an open seat.

Actually, Ginny didn't think Divination was complete rubbish, but she wasn't about to go spouting that off. All she needed was to be stuck in the same category as Lavender Brown and the other Trelawney followers. Trelawney was absolutely nutters and Ginny didn't buy her act whatsoever, but Divination was a different matter altogether.

Ever since that debacle in Ginny's First Year, she'd sometimes had these little flashes and visions of when something bad was about to happen. She'd dismissed them at first as pure fear and the aftereffects of Tom's abuse, but the full vision Ginny'd received at the end of her Third Year had changed all that.

Right before Harry Potter ran off into the maze for the final task of the TriWizard Tournament, Ginny had seen what was going to happen. Unlike her other flashes, she hadn't been able to dismiss this one. It had been too dark, too terrifying, and entirely too real. She'd attempted to get to Harry and warn him, but it was too late. The champions had been sent into the maze and Ginny had been left to pray that what she'd seen was all in her mind.

Needless to say, it wasn't. That vision, and her inability to stop it from coming to pass, had haunted Ginny ever since. It was one of the many reasons she'd transferred to Sunstone a year ago. She'd wanted to overcome her fears and know that if it happened again she wouldn't allow herself to stand by and do nothing.

Still, Ginny never could have expected what she'd gotten out of those little flashes and occasional visions. After working with the Sunstone Divination expert Professor Layton Knight (who wasn't nutters) and training long and hard with Willow, Ginny could now fairly accurately pull visions out when she felt them coming. She could also occasionally pull visions from objects, but it was a gift she needed much work on and that was why she chose Divination as one of her electives. While Trelawney had the other students making up their fake deaths for homework, Ginny could focus on honing her real abilities.

"Well, well Weasel, we meet again."

Ginny closed her eyes with a groan and thumped her head down over her folded arms on her desk. She just couldn't believe this. It was rather impossible that Ginny's luck was so utterly bad that he could actually be here. She'd rather deal with the Gryffindor Trio in their entirety than deal with one stupid Slytherin prat. Nope, Ginny was going to open her eyes and he was going to be gone…a figment of her overworked and slightly masochistic imagination. That explained it completely.

"Weasel?"

Ginny's head snapped up and she glared at him. Why was he talking to her? Had he missed the 'at war' speech last night? "What?"

Malfoy was looking over at her with a frown from the desk to her right. "Just how hard did you hit your head?"

"Bite me, Malfoy." She growled irritated. "Or on second thought, don't. We still haven't determined if you've got rabies or not."

"Welcome students!" A flighty voice called out from the front of the room. "I am so delightfully surprised to see some of our exchange students have decided to join the Divination experience."

"Surprised?" Malfoy snorted. "Shouldn't she have seen it coming? She is the Divination teacher."

"Not to mention she has a class register." Ginny smirked forgetting whom she was talking to.

A sound suspiciously like a chuckle sounded from Malfoy's direction, but Ginny tuned him out completely and stared at Trelawney. She would not allow him to get her in trouble on her first bloody day of classes. She had every intention of ignoring him until…well the end of time or so sounded about right.

"Oh…" Trelawney froze dramatically and raised her hand to her head. She stared off vaguely into the distance as she began to speak. "Oh, I feel it…I feel it…one of our students shall be leaving us soon. Death's dark shadow hangs over our heads…"

"Uh oh." Ginny spoke softly to herself as she held back laughter. "She's confused again. Harry's not in this class. Knew she should have checked the roll."

Now this time Ginny was certain the sound from her right was a chuckle. She forced herself not to look as she digested that information. She'd made Malfoy chuckle. Almost scary, that.

Ginny noticed that several of the other Hogwarts students were making crazy signs about Trelawney behind her back and explaining the nutty professor to their Sunstone neighbors. She was pleased to see that Trelawney could serve at least one purpose. She was helping Hogwarts/Sunstone relations immensely.

After her initial welcome speech and vision of death for the students, Trelawney settled down and called roll. The students chatted among themselves as she did so. Ginny answered when her name was called, but then quickly pulled back into herself. She was finally noticing the signs of a vision coming on. She now realized that it had been coming on since earlier this morning but her distraction had hidden the clues. No wonder she'd been so uncomfortable all morning.

"Weasel…"

Ignoring Malfoy was becoming surprisingly easy. Maybe his words last night had finally sunken in and her crush was crushed. Ginny certainly hoped so. Anyway, her mind was locked on the vision she knew lay right behind the surface and how she could get it out.

"Now then class…" Trelawney spoke up. "Today we will be starting out with our crystal balls. I need you to place them on your desk and begin to concentrate." As she walked over to a table by the wall the students pulled out their crystal balls and sat them on their desks. Trelawney bent over to light several sticks of incense Ginny was almost certain would kill her rather sensitive sinuses. "Hopefully these will cleanse the air and awaken our inner eyes."

"How exactly does the bloody idiot expect to cleanse the air by fogging the room up with that ridiculous smoke?" Malfoy sneered.

Yep, ignoring him was becoming much easier. Ginny pretended to focus on her crystal ball, while actually pulling herself into a semi-conscious trance-like state where she usually found her visions. She slipped mentally into her calm place. She looked around and smiled at the swirls of soft calming colors that made up the landscape. It had taken Ginny months to create the scene and stamp it permanently in her memory. Now she could basically call it up at will. That was the easy part. The difficult part was finding her vision in the landscape.

Usually the vision manifested itself as a shadow or bulge in the tapestry of colors. It was a distortion of her calm; something stuck in her mind that needed to be released for the mind to be at peace once again. Sometimes she stumbled right across it, other times it took hours of searching. Ginny didn't have a luxury of hours to play with. She needed to find it quickly.

Trying a technique Willow had been helping her experiment with over the summer; Ginny tried to focus intensely within the calm place. It was almost like creating a trance within a trance and Ginny had far from mastered the ability, but she needed to at least try.

Taking a deep calming breath, Ginny focused. She dug within herself and pulled at the vision hidden there. At first Ginny couldn't find it and she almost sunk back, but then a little thread of energy flickered through her. She snapped out her mental hand and grabbed it. Then using the thread like a piece of rope, Ginny pulled herself to the vision.

As she neared her location, Ginny noticed that the swirling colors of her calm place began to change. They deepened from light pinks and blues to the darker hues of blue and purple. The calm was still present, but Ginny could feel the stress the vision put on it. When she finally reached the vision, Ginny started to understand why.

It was big, bigger than Ginny could remember finding one. The vision was a big lump of dark purple about two feet long and one foot wide sticking out awkwardly from the wall of her calm place. Ginny was almost afraid to touch it. She knew the vision would release and she wasn't entirely certain she wanted to know what secrets it held.

Pushing back those instinctive fears, Ginny held out her hand and lightly placed her palm on the purple bulge…

The world fell away and Ginny fell with it…

Darkness…

It was night…

Beds and…

The infirmary…

Walking towards one bed…

Pulling back the sheet…

A body…

A gasp…

Ginny and Dawn…

Spinning around…

Draco Malfoy…

Ginny looking closely…something different about him…

His left arm…the mark on his left arm…

A growl…

Bright yellow eyes…fangs…

"WEASLEY!"

Ginny gasped as she was jerked back violently from her unfinished vision. She tried desperately to pull it back. She had to finish it, had to know. Who had the eyes and fangs? Who was the vamp? Was it…

"GINNY!"

Her body was being jerked back and forth. Her mind tried to catch up with her body. Suddenly Ginny's head felt as if it might explode. She'd been pulled back from the vision and her calm place too fast, too rough. God, it hurt…

A groan of agony escaped her throat. This seemed only to make the jerking worse. What? What was…

"BLOODY FUCKING HELL, GINNY! SNAP OUT OF IT!"

She knew that voice. That was…

"LET GO OF ME, MALFOY!" Ginny finally screamed out desperately as her mind processed who the voice was and that the jerking was her being shaken back and forth by its owner.

Finally the shaking stopped. Ginny groaned again as she brought her shaky hands up to her head and covered her eyes from the bright harsh light trying to slip through her lids. She was coming out of it now. The pain was still there and it hurt like nine kinds of hell, but she was fighting it, forcing it back, holding onto her sanity.

Ginny realized vaguely that the combination of such a powerful vision and being jerked out of it when she wasn't ready had overloaded her senses. It didn't help her much though. She was biting her lip so hard she could taste the copper sting of her own blood.

Trying to put the pieces together and pull herself out of the pain, Ginny went back over the vision. It made her head throb even worse and Ginny felt a sob climb her throat. Oh god, it hurt so badly.

She'd seen darkness. It was the infirmary and she and Dawn had approached the bed. They'd pulled back the sheet to reveal a body. Then something sounded from behind them. Ginny…she couldn't fit the pieces together, but the next thing she remembered was looking at Malfoy. He'd been…oh god his arm…

Ginny heard another sob escape her throat and this time it had nothing to do with the pain and everything to do with the vision. It just couldn't be true. It couldn't.

"Oh…oh dear…we're going to lose her!" Ginny vaguely heard Trelawney's hysterical voice in the background. "I knew we'd lose one…I told you…but…not this soon! We…oh someone get Dumbledore! It must be You-Know-Who!" The voice got gradually louder as she must have been leaning closer. "She…she's dying! Some…"

"SHUT UP!" Ginny roared. The pain in her head was still just short of unbearable, but as she filtered through the dream and put it into place it was starting to dull just a little.

Ginny forced herself to concentrate and push everything else away as she finished what she was doing. She hadn't gotten it all and there were gaps in the picture of what she was supposed to have seen, but Ginny finally glued together everything she could remember and the pain started to fade as her mind relaxed from finishing its task. She was finally coming down…

"Oh dear, I think…" Trelawney was screeching again. "I think we're losing her! She's…she's giving out!"

"DAMN IT, WOMAN!" Ginny roared as she forced her head up and eyes open to glare at the flake that was her teacher. "I'M COMING OFF A MIND-FUCKING-BLOWING VISION HERE! SHUT THE HELL UP AND BUGGER OFF!"

A series of gasps sounded around the room. Ginny couldn't bring herself to care. As Trelawney's hand flew to her throat and she stepped back away from Ginny's desk, Ginny sighed in relief, propped her elbows on her desk, and rested her head on her hands. That was much better…

A soft amused sounding chuckle sounded behind Ginny and she groaned as she recognized that voice. Still, she didn't have the energy to turn and face him. If he wanted to expel her, he could come around her desk to do it.

"I got Dumbledore." Now Malfoy's voice was back and wasn't he grand at stating the obvious? He seemed to be talking to Trelawney, or maybe the room at large?

"Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore's voice was nearby, but very soft. Thankfully it didn't set off another headache. "Are you quite alright?"

"I…" Ginny tried to speak. The pain had settled down to a dull throb, but she chose her words carefully and spoke softly. "I had a vision. I didn't get…to finish. My mind…"

"It couldn't quite keep up, eh?" Dumbledore asked her softly.

Ginny forced a little shake of her head. "No, sir. Getting better now. Just…just a really bad headache."

"Alright, Miss Weasley, but I think we at least need to get you down to the infirmary for a headache potion. We'll let Madam Pomfrey look you over, okay?" He asked a question, but Ginny knew it was really an order. She nodded mutely. "Good. Now if someone would be so kind…"

"I'll take her."

"Very well, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore told the silver-haired Slytherin calmly. "I'll leave Miss Weasley in your care."

"What?" Several Hogwarts students screeched the word at once and Ginny winced in pain at the sudden burst of noise. They must have noticed because it quieted right back down. "B…but…Professor Dumbledore…Malfoy can't take her! He's Malfoy!" Someone spoke in a furious whisper.

"And she's a Weasley!" Another student whispered with equal emotion.

"I said I'd take her." Malfoy's voice was low as well, but the force behind his words was clear. If anyone else wanted to object there would be hell to pay. No one else objected.

"Alright then." Dumbledore's voice sounded again, but Ginny was amazed that it only seemed to sooth and not hurt. "Professor Trelawney, if you will excuse these two students I believe you may continue with your class."

"Oh yes." Trelawney jumped in with her whisper of relief. "They may go...go quickly!"

Pulling all her energy together and holding her eyes open slightly; Ginny forced herself to her feet. She vaguely reached over to pick up her things, but another pair of hands beat her there. She looked up slightly to see Malfoy nod at her as he slug her backpack over his shoulder. He then motioned for her to start walking. Ginny did so hesitantly and Malfoy followed directly behind.

It seemed that walking actually helped her to clear her mind for some reason. As she took a couple of steps more her vision started clearing slightly. Ginny still had one hell of a headache, but at least it was bearable now.

She reached the staircase to leave the Astronomy Tower and she felt Malfoy gently guide her down so she wouldn't trip or fall. A part of her mind wanted to explore his reasons for being so nice and considerate, but the rest of her mind was still fried and told that part to go to hell. Besides, she did remember most of the vision…

The trip to the bottom of the steps, over to the Grand Staircase, and slowly down it was made in relative silence. Ginny was reeling in relief as the pain was continuing to fade away, and she assumed Malfoy was trying to keep from giving her another headache.

Finally they reached the infirmary doors and Ginny stopped outside. She turned and faced him. Her eyes were fierce. "Why did you pull me out of my vision?"

Malfoy sighed. "Not like I knew it was a vision, Weasel. I just…you were gasping and staring off into space. It was creepy." He paused and winced. "Didn't know it'd hurt you, now did I?"

Considering he'd had no way of knowing she even got visions, Ginny decided that made sense. It didn't, however, alleviate all her concerns. She debated for a moment on how far to go, but then pushed her debates aside. Using strength she didn't even really know she had, Ginny shoved Malfoy up against the wall. She used one arm to immobilize him in place and used the other to jerk up his robes to reveal the skin on his left arm.

Ginny gasped. She jerked back away from Malfoy and planted her own back against the wall. It took a few moments for what she'd seen to sink in.

A wave of relief so thick she thought she'd drown poured over her. Ginny lifted a hand and covered her face as she felt tears sting her eyes. It wasn't there…thank god; it wasn't there…

"He tried, you know." Malfoy voice was distant and empty. Ginny looked over to realize he was still leaning back against the wall where she shoved him. He was looking down at the bare skin of his left arm himself now. Ginny wasn't sure if he really even knew he was speaking, and to her at that, but the words just started rolling out. "He tried to give it to me. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, you can't take the Dark Mark unless you're willing and I wasn't bloody willing."

"Your father?" Ginny somehow forced herself to speak. It seemed that maybe he needed to say this to someone. Considering she'd basically just attacked him and accused him of being a Death Eater, Ginny felt she owed him at least a little.

Malfoy nodded vaguely. "His idea of my sixteenth birthday present. Said it would clear my head, show me my loyalties. He tied me up and…"

His voice fell off and Ginny winced in instinctive sympathy. She didn't know what to say or do. She decided to veer the subject a little. "That makes sense then."

"What?" He asked her darkly.

"You were in the vision." Ginny explained and she realized that it did make sense. "I saw your arm and the mark was there, but it wasn't there. It was like…this faded image that kept blinking in and out. I thought that might mean that…"

"That I'm a Death Eater?" His voice was bitter, but not completely towards her.

Ginny sighed. "Yes. I saw the Dark Mark blinking on and off someone's arm. What would you think?" She paused and then forced herself to continue. "I didn't…I didn't want it to be true. I just had to check."

He nodded his head slightly. "I understand."

But it didn't sound like he entirely believed her and for some reason that made Ginny's heart clench. She'd hurt him by checking, even if she'd really had no choice.

"Doesn't mean I'm a nice person, Weasel." Malfoy started speaking again, his voice stronger this time. "Or that I like you, your family, or your mudblood friends."

Ginny felt a laugh crawl up her throat. She snorted with it. "No, Malfoy, it doesn't." She saw him jerk slightly and continued. "If there's one thing I learned this last year it's that being nice and being good don't necessarily go hand in hand. You don't have to be a nice person to not be evil, Malfoy. You just have to not be evil." She chuckled lightly. "Hell, you can even call yourself evil or the Big Bad and it doesn't matter. Actions are what matter…that's all that counts in the end."

"And you think I'm not evil?" Malfoy's tone echoed with disbelief.

A shrug found it's way to Ginny's shoulders. "I really don't know what you are, Malfoy." She thought about it and spoke to him honestly. "Actually, I think that's another side of what the vision meant. I think you don't even know what you are yet. You haven't quite decided one way or the other, have you now? And that's why it showed the mark blinking. You don't have it, but at this point you still very well could in the future. That's a choice that you're just going to have to make."

As her headache started to bug her once again, Ginny pushed away from the wall and forced herself to the infirmary doors. She paused before entering. "For what it's worth, Ferret?" She saw his head snap in her direction. "I hope you never get it." She let that sink in for a moment before a smirk curled her lips. "Now I just have to tell Dawn that she has one more reason to call you Mini-Spike."

Pulling open the doors, Ginny slowly walked in. She barely heard Malfoy's frustrated words echo out behind her. "Who the bloody hell is Spike?" It kept the smirk on her lips nonetheless.

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