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Chapter 10
It all seemed the same. The lights, the voices of little children, the excitement that filled the air like ravens on Halloween night. Diagon Alley was still everything that Ginny had always figured it would still be. Still, as she passed by certain alleys and corners, her heart seemed to falter. Everything would rush into her mind from that day; the blood, the pain...and Draco.
No, you don't need to think about that twit right now, her mind seemed to scream; you're with Harry. She looked up at the boy that was now inside her mind. Yet he had never really wanted to take her anywhere in the last few months, so why was he provoked to do so now? And why here? Her brain screamed tensely. Why here?
Her gaze was met by his beautiful olive green eyes that seemed to go on into space. She could have stared into those eyes for years and still be happy. "Ginny, are you still okay?" He asked, grabbing her hand.
At first, she seemed intent on telling him that yes, everything was fine. Yet the memories were flooding into her brain, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. It was too early for her to be out into those streets again.
"No," she said, pulling away, "I'm not okay. I can't believe you would take me here." She gave him one of her mood-swing 'I'm really pissed off at you right now' faces, which was an unusual expression that Harry had never really seen before.
A smile seemed to spread across his face. "Well, don't worry, we're almost there."
Ginny couldn't seem to hold in the pain inside of her. She just wanted to go home. More than that, she wanted to be with Draco. NO, her mind butted in again. Not with everything that's happened. Everything that he's done to you. The pain, the lies, the tears he's brought upon you. Nothing was worth that searing pain. I have to get out of here, she thought to herself.
"I'm going home." She said in a very average tone. "I can't stand this place, and I don't think I could be here for another moment without breaking down." As she began to move away, her wrist was seized by Harry's hand.
"No, I don't think so." He said rather calmly, not even looking at her, as if he was waiting for someone to show up.
"Harry Potter," she began to scream, "you let go of my hand this instant, before I-" Ginny started, but she suddenly lost her voice when she saw the tips of his bangs. Usually his entire head was completely black, but her eyes were now seeing a bright shade of blond breaking out. Yet with even further observation she soon realized that there was, once again, no noise in Diagon Alley. All of the people, lights, noises, were gone, as if they had vanished without a trace.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny," the boy began to whisper with a crafty smirk on his face, "you wouldn't actually believe that Harry would take you here, now would you?" His grip on her wrist began to tighten as he spoke. His eyes moved upwards to his bangs. "Oh, I'm changing back already, eh? Well, let's hope he gets here before it's too late."
Ginny was awestruck and her mouth slightly ajar. Who the hell did he think he was? She started pushing against his hand trying to break free, but his grip would only tighten.
"It's useless, you know," he began, "look." Without flinching he opened his hand, revealing his palm. Ginny finally believed her freedom had emerged, and began to run, but was stopped once again. Even without his hand upon her, her wrist was still glued to him. "What's the point of binding you, anyway? Why can't you just be a normal victim?"
His eyes gave way now, showing a fierce autumn color. This wasn't Harry, she realized. It couldn't be. It was then that she remembered the dark, hateful glare that had bore into her soul that fateful day. This was her attacker.
Tears filled her eyes as she began to vainly struggle once again against his strong magic. "Let me go!" She began to shriek, almost pleading for her freedom.
"Now, now, there's no reason to be angry." He whispered lightly in her ear. "After all, you're not angry with me, you're angry with someone else. I'm just here to help."
"Please let me go." She replied faintly, light tears slowly running down her pale cheeks.
Another devious smile began to form across his changing features. He leaned down to kiss her, but seemed to notice something from the corner of his vision. Draco had entered the empty alley, looking earnestly for someone.
"He's here." The imposter whispered. Ginny earnestly looked up, seeing Draco. She opened her mouth to scream, but was silenced by a hand.
"He'll see us, don't you worry." He cooed gently. "In the meantime, why don't we finish what I started a little while back, eh?"
Tears were now flowing down Ginny's face as she made a muffled cry. He began to violently push her into the alleyway, kissing her face.
With one last whimper, she was dragged into the darkness.
But it didn't go without notice.
*****0~*** 0~****
Draco entered the Alley, desperately searching for her face. Anything that looked like her would have been a relief to him by then. He had never really feared the deaths of others, not even his own, but if Ginny were to die...he would gladly kill himself.
The Alley seemed to be empty, bringing back unwanted feelings of de ja vu; it was his first clue that Ginny was in danger, or even hurt.
Running through the mazes of alleyways, every shop was closed, every door was locked. It seemed to be a moment that would be impossible to really happen in the history of time. Diagon Alley was extremely too busy on a day like this to be completely closed.
Suddenly, he saw a figure dash into a street. "Ginny?" He cried aloud, hoping for an answer. But only Harry seemed to stare back at him.
"Harry!" he cried, noticing Ginny in his arms. It all seemed so wrong. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. He was really supposed to be with her right now, not that loser.
That was when he realized that Ginny was crying. With one swift move, Harry threw them both into a dark alleyway.
Now Draco knew that there was nothing that could have been right. Harry wasn't Ginny's attacker. He knew that for a fact. He was.
That was what had kept him away from her all of this time. The pain of knowing that he was something worse than anyone on the earth, even worse than his own father. Just that thought gave him many sleepless nights of complete torture. How could he face her knowing what he had done?
But how could he let it happen to her again?
"Ginny!" He screamed, running into the darkness. He was so enraged he could hardly breathe, and so depressed that he could hardly think.
Yet the path wasn't really solid, but some sort of portal. It was then that Draco fell through what seemed to be a thousand flights of darkness. When his body hit the rugged ground, everything went black.
*****0~**** *0~****
"Ginny? Ginny, wake up..." A deep voice sounded in her ear. Ginny slowly opened her tear-stained eyes to see the imposter staring at her once again. She quickly closed them.
"Ginny, stop being so ridiculous." He laughed softly. "We're having a party, and you're the guest of honor. Look, you even have a guest."
She didn't want to open her eyes. Fear was so tensely wound inside of her that she could have broken down in less than seconds. Still, she opened one eye. Staring back at her was Harry, the true Harry Potter, tightly bound to an old wooden chair, his mouth sealed shut.
She then realized she wasn't in Diagon Alley. She was in some sort of damp prison. Really, it was more of a hell. There were no windows, lights, or warmth. Just darkness and air that was dry and barely breathable. And just like Harry, she was bound to an aged chair, her bindings tightly pulling against her skin.
"What's going on?" She managed to say, breathlessly hoping that she wouldn't receive an answer.
"I told you." He said, his face slowly morphing. "We're having a party. A celebration. And of course, we need a special person to be the host." He then pointed to himself with a goofy smile on his face, "That's me."
"We also need someone to throw the party for." He then roughly put his arms around her waist ignoring her flustered movements. "And that person is you."
"You see Ginny, you're very...unique. You have a life with many good-hearted friends, great grades, and a boy that is extremely interested in you. Well, actually many boys want a piece of your body. But that's not the point. The point is that you are our pawn." He began to smirk, his nose getting less sharp and thin. "You are our ploy to ruin a life."
He then began to play with her hair, enjoying her helplessly turning away from him. "Life is so simple, isn't it? Just one little tweak and it all seems to fall apart. Yours did, right?" He paused to notice her saddened expression. "Really, it's all very tragic. A young woman falls in love with some boy that really turns out to be the one person she wishes would go to Hell."
He then took out the dagger and turned away from her, pacing. "Still, she loves him so much that she would be willing to go around the world and back just for him to love her." He paused once more. "It's not really that tragic. In fact, it's really quite stupid."
Ginny turned to look at Harry, who made a terribly surprised expression at his mocker. Harry began to protest even with his lips unable to move, earnestly trying to get out of his bonds.
The imposter began to rub his temples. "Oh, do shut up," He smirked timidly, making a small cut across Harry's left cheek.
He then began to collect the blood onto his finger. "Oh, Ginny, I can't believe that you would go through all of that when you actually did everything we wanted. You stole his heart, put him through days of torture, and even...well..."
He faced her. Ginny let out a small gasp. "...led him here. I really didn't think you had it in you. Flirting as well? My my, life sure is full of fantastic little surprises."
He then smudged the crimson blood across her face, quickly dodging her teeth, eagerly waiting for a chance to bite him. "I really hate to do this to you, seeing as how we were supposed to go on a date, but I must say that our relationship may be terminated.
Blaise had completely changed back into himself. His wild, gorgeous hair and alien eyes seemed to stare deep into the very reaches of her soul. Ironically, he was still wearing the Gryffindor emblem on his chest, but had shattered the glass on the cold stone floor. "There's so much that I have to tell you before you die." He smiled wickedly.
"Oh, and one more thing," he said before knocking Ginny out with the wooden back of the dagger. "Your second guest is in the other room. He seemed so intent on catching you that he followed us right down here."
Ginny began to look away from Blaise, trying not to let him enjoy her pain. He put his hand to her chin, forcing her to look at him, showing her how intent he was on killing her. "I hope you won't mind dying there."
Chapter 10
It all seemed the same. The lights, the voices of little children, the excitement that filled the air like ravens on Halloween night. Diagon Alley was still everything that Ginny had always figured it would still be. Still, as she passed by certain alleys and corners, her heart seemed to falter. Everything would rush into her mind from that day; the blood, the pain...and Draco.
No, you don't need to think about that twit right now, her mind seemed to scream; you're with Harry. She looked up at the boy that was now inside her mind. Yet he had never really wanted to take her anywhere in the last few months, so why was he provoked to do so now? And why here? Her brain screamed tensely. Why here?
Her gaze was met by his beautiful olive green eyes that seemed to go on into space. She could have stared into those eyes for years and still be happy. "Ginny, are you still okay?" He asked, grabbing her hand.
At first, she seemed intent on telling him that yes, everything was fine. Yet the memories were flooding into her brain, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. It was too early for her to be out into those streets again.
"No," she said, pulling away, "I'm not okay. I can't believe you would take me here." She gave him one of her mood-swing 'I'm really pissed off at you right now' faces, which was an unusual expression that Harry had never really seen before.
A smile seemed to spread across his face. "Well, don't worry, we're almost there."
Ginny couldn't seem to hold in the pain inside of her. She just wanted to go home. More than that, she wanted to be with Draco. NO, her mind butted in again. Not with everything that's happened. Everything that he's done to you. The pain, the lies, the tears he's brought upon you. Nothing was worth that searing pain. I have to get out of here, she thought to herself.
"I'm going home." She said in a very average tone. "I can't stand this place, and I don't think I could be here for another moment without breaking down." As she began to move away, her wrist was seized by Harry's hand.
"No, I don't think so." He said rather calmly, not even looking at her, as if he was waiting for someone to show up.
"Harry Potter," she began to scream, "you let go of my hand this instant, before I-" Ginny started, but she suddenly lost her voice when she saw the tips of his bangs. Usually his entire head was completely black, but her eyes were now seeing a bright shade of blond breaking out. Yet with even further observation she soon realized that there was, once again, no noise in Diagon Alley. All of the people, lights, noises, were gone, as if they had vanished without a trace.
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny," the boy began to whisper with a crafty smirk on his face, "you wouldn't actually believe that Harry would take you here, now would you?" His grip on her wrist began to tighten as he spoke. His eyes moved upwards to his bangs. "Oh, I'm changing back already, eh? Well, let's hope he gets here before it's too late."
Ginny was awestruck and her mouth slightly ajar. Who the hell did he think he was? She started pushing against his hand trying to break free, but his grip would only tighten.
"It's useless, you know," he began, "look." Without flinching he opened his hand, revealing his palm. Ginny finally believed her freedom had emerged, and began to run, but was stopped once again. Even without his hand upon her, her wrist was still glued to him. "What's the point of binding you, anyway? Why can't you just be a normal victim?"
His eyes gave way now, showing a fierce autumn color. This wasn't Harry, she realized. It couldn't be. It was then that she remembered the dark, hateful glare that had bore into her soul that fateful day. This was her attacker.
Tears filled her eyes as she began to vainly struggle once again against his strong magic. "Let me go!" She began to shriek, almost pleading for her freedom.
"Now, now, there's no reason to be angry." He whispered lightly in her ear. "After all, you're not angry with me, you're angry with someone else. I'm just here to help."
"Please let me go." She replied faintly, light tears slowly running down her pale cheeks.
Another devious smile began to form across his changing features. He leaned down to kiss her, but seemed to notice something from the corner of his vision. Draco had entered the empty alley, looking earnestly for someone.
"He's here." The imposter whispered. Ginny earnestly looked up, seeing Draco. She opened her mouth to scream, but was silenced by a hand.
"He'll see us, don't you worry." He cooed gently. "In the meantime, why don't we finish what I started a little while back, eh?"
Tears were now flowing down Ginny's face as she made a muffled cry. He began to violently push her into the alleyway, kissing her face.
With one last whimper, she was dragged into the darkness.
But it didn't go without notice.
*****0~*** 0~****
Draco entered the Alley, desperately searching for her face. Anything that looked like her would have been a relief to him by then. He had never really feared the deaths of others, not even his own, but if Ginny were to die...he would gladly kill himself.
The Alley seemed to be empty, bringing back unwanted feelings of de ja vu; it was his first clue that Ginny was in danger, or even hurt.
Running through the mazes of alleyways, every shop was closed, every door was locked. It seemed to be a moment that would be impossible to really happen in the history of time. Diagon Alley was extremely too busy on a day like this to be completely closed.
Suddenly, he saw a figure dash into a street. "Ginny?" He cried aloud, hoping for an answer. But only Harry seemed to stare back at him.
"Harry!" he cried, noticing Ginny in his arms. It all seemed so wrong. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. He was really supposed to be with her right now, not that loser.
That was when he realized that Ginny was crying. With one swift move, Harry threw them both into a dark alleyway.
Now Draco knew that there was nothing that could have been right. Harry wasn't Ginny's attacker. He knew that for a fact. He was.
That was what had kept him away from her all of this time. The pain of knowing that he was something worse than anyone on the earth, even worse than his own father. Just that thought gave him many sleepless nights of complete torture. How could he face her knowing what he had done?
But how could he let it happen to her again?
"Ginny!" He screamed, running into the darkness. He was so enraged he could hardly breathe, and so depressed that he could hardly think.
Yet the path wasn't really solid, but some sort of portal. It was then that Draco fell through what seemed to be a thousand flights of darkness. When his body hit the rugged ground, everything went black.
*****0~**** *0~****
"Ginny? Ginny, wake up..." A deep voice sounded in her ear. Ginny slowly opened her tear-stained eyes to see the imposter staring at her once again. She quickly closed them.
"Ginny, stop being so ridiculous." He laughed softly. "We're having a party, and you're the guest of honor. Look, you even have a guest."
She didn't want to open her eyes. Fear was so tensely wound inside of her that she could have broken down in less than seconds. Still, she opened one eye. Staring back at her was Harry, the true Harry Potter, tightly bound to an old wooden chair, his mouth sealed shut.
She then realized she wasn't in Diagon Alley. She was in some sort of damp prison. Really, it was more of a hell. There were no windows, lights, or warmth. Just darkness and air that was dry and barely breathable. And just like Harry, she was bound to an aged chair, her bindings tightly pulling against her skin.
"What's going on?" She managed to say, breathlessly hoping that she wouldn't receive an answer.
"I told you." He said, his face slowly morphing. "We're having a party. A celebration. And of course, we need a special person to be the host." He then pointed to himself with a goofy smile on his face, "That's me."
"We also need someone to throw the party for." He then roughly put his arms around her waist ignoring her flustered movements. "And that person is you."
"You see Ginny, you're very...unique. You have a life with many good-hearted friends, great grades, and a boy that is extremely interested in you. Well, actually many boys want a piece of your body. But that's not the point. The point is that you are our pawn." He began to smirk, his nose getting less sharp and thin. "You are our ploy to ruin a life."
He then began to play with her hair, enjoying her helplessly turning away from him. "Life is so simple, isn't it? Just one little tweak and it all seems to fall apart. Yours did, right?" He paused to notice her saddened expression. "Really, it's all very tragic. A young woman falls in love with some boy that really turns out to be the one person she wishes would go to Hell."
He then took out the dagger and turned away from her, pacing. "Still, she loves him so much that she would be willing to go around the world and back just for him to love her." He paused once more. "It's not really that tragic. In fact, it's really quite stupid."
Ginny turned to look at Harry, who made a terribly surprised expression at his mocker. Harry began to protest even with his lips unable to move, earnestly trying to get out of his bonds.
The imposter began to rub his temples. "Oh, do shut up," He smirked timidly, making a small cut across Harry's left cheek.
He then began to collect the blood onto his finger. "Oh, Ginny, I can't believe that you would go through all of that when you actually did everything we wanted. You stole his heart, put him through days of torture, and even...well..."
He faced her. Ginny let out a small gasp. "...led him here. I really didn't think you had it in you. Flirting as well? My my, life sure is full of fantastic little surprises."
He then smudged the crimson blood across her face, quickly dodging her teeth, eagerly waiting for a chance to bite him. "I really hate to do this to you, seeing as how we were supposed to go on a date, but I must say that our relationship may be terminated.
Blaise had completely changed back into himself. His wild, gorgeous hair and alien eyes seemed to stare deep into the very reaches of her soul. Ironically, he was still wearing the Gryffindor emblem on his chest, but had shattered the glass on the cold stone floor. "There's so much that I have to tell you before you die." He smiled wickedly.
"Oh, and one more thing," he said before knocking Ginny out with the wooden back of the dagger. "Your second guest is in the other room. He seemed so intent on catching you that he followed us right down here."
Ginny began to look away from Blaise, trying not to let him enjoy her pain. He put his hand to her chin, forcing her to look at him, showing her how intent he was on killing her. "I hope you won't mind dying there."