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Wife Wanted
Chapter 2: Coming Home
Once out of his sight, she broke into a wild run. How could he do this to me? Tears cascaded down her face, and with trembling fingers, she managed to push them away. As soon as she had left his property, she collapsed to the ground and curled up in a ball. What am I going to do now? The question tormented her restlessly that night as she reluctantly fell asleep on the muddy ground, shivering from the brisk cold air.
The next morning, she knew what she had to do. She pulled herself up and walked until she saw the familiar place she was looking for: 5629 Viscephilly Drive. She took in a deep breath and rang the doorbell. "Hi."
"Ginny? Virginia Marie Weasley?" the man asked.
"In the flesh," she said, smiling weakly at him.
"Well, then," the man said and slammed the door shut. Ginny stood in shock with her mouth wide open. The door flew open again. "Just kidding!" The man engulfed her in a tight embrace. "Ginny, come on in," he invited her warmly, his eyes shining with obvious fondness for her.
She readily accepted and walked into his home. "So Colin, how've you been? It's been ages since we've talked."
"Now, babe, you know it's Col," he winked, "and I've been fine. Missing you lots though…" He gave her what he hoped was a charming smile.
"Ohh, well," she blushed. "I-I've missed you, too." She placed her hands into her lap nervously.
"So, what brings you back here?" he inquired. "I thought you were never coming back, not after what happened in the war." He cocked an eyebrow. "Something to do with lover-boy?" he teased her.
"I wasn't going to come back. Something…something came up, that's all. And don't say that," she said angrily. "He's not my lover-boy. I hate him." She began to cry again, memories of yesterday rushing back into her head. He looked at her, shock. He, though one of her closest friends, had never seen her cry, and here she was, sitting in his living room, crying over Draco Malfoy.
"Ginny? Gin-gin?" he asked softly, using her childhood nickname. "What's wrong?" His eyes searched hers. "What happened?"
"I-It's nothing," she sniffed. "It's more like what didn't happen."
"Y'know Ginny, that doesn't really help me…"
"Well…" she told him the whole story: why she came, what he said…
After she was done, she excused herself to the bathroom and left him to contemplate all of which he head been told. He sat in shock. How could he do this to her? What was wrong with Draco? With all of their history? They had gone out for almost a year and a half, he recalled. But after the first three months, things began to get bad; well, according to the rumors anyway. What had happened during their relationship? No one knew why they had broken up. To all outsiders, it had seemed like a perfect fairytale romance. Draco, heir of the Malfoys, evil bastard who served the Dark Lord, and Ginny, the only daughter and youngest child of the Weasleys—Draco and Ginny, children of two rival families on opposite sides of the inevitable upcoming war. It was a forbidden relationship that mirrored the tragic one of Romeo and Juliet, and that made it only more exciting.
The war-- the mere thought of it made him wince. Ginny had sworn never to come back to England…not after what happened in it. And yet, here she was. Strange how things turn out, eh? the voices in his head mocked him. He swatted them away obliviously.
Why had Ginny come back? His head ached but he continued to search his memories to find out why she had left in the first place.
*~* FLaShBacK *~*
It was rainy. The trees in the Forbidden Forest were swaying frantically, screaming for help. A loud whistle blew through the air. And a seventeen year old boy jerked awake, brushing his messy black hair aside and grabbing the pounding scar on his forehead.
He had felt it. It coursed through his veins, and he knew it was coming. He thrashed violently around on his sheets, and an invisible hand clasped itself tightly around his neck. He cried silently for help, but his roommates were sound asleep. He flailed his arms around and kicked his legs recklessly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he faintly heard the panicked screaming of his best friend before the darkness pulled him into her embrace.
"Harry…HARRY!" Ron shouted. "HARRY, WAKE UP!" He checked Harry's pulse. "Wake up…WAKE UP!" Across the room, a sleepy Seamus Finnegan rose.
"Shut up, Ron," Seamus groaned. "We're trying to SLEEP."
"No…no," Ron hyperventilated. "Harry…he's…he's…"
Seamus, worried about the uncommon terror in his roommate's voice, ran over to the bed. "What's wrong?"
"It's Harry…he's not breathing. He has no pulse..."
"Holy shit! Dean, Neville, WAKE UP! Get Harry down to Pomfrey. I'll go get Dumbledore." Seamus ran down the stairs.
"Left…left…right. Down this staircase…Up this one…Dammit, where's Dumbledore's office?" He stopped as he slammed into a sturdy chest.
"Why hello, Mr. Finnegan," Dumbledore grinned at him. "What brings you down here so late? Or should I say early?" His eyes twinkled merrily.
"It's Harry…he's…he's…" Seamus panted.
"Oh dear," Dumbledore stated, the twinkle in his eye vanishing immediately. "I see. I assume that you've already brought Mr. Potter to the infirmary. Go back to your quarters now. I shall go see Mr. Potter and will inform you of his condition in the morning."
"But…but…" Seamus protested.
"Mr. Finnegan, please. Go back now. That is an order." Seamus glared at Dumbledore but returned to his dormitory without any further resistance. Once Seamus was out of his eyesight, Dumbledore ran to the infirmary.
"Poppy…Poppy, dear is he okay?"
"Albus, I'm afraid not. I'm not quite sure what happened. I-it's rather strange. Mr. Weasley brought him up here and collapsed, out of shock I'm sure. I put him over there," she motioned with her hands. "He'll be fine in the morning. Mr. Potter, on the other hand…"
"Poppy…is it too late?"
"I'm afraid so. I don't know what happened. He's still alive," she confirmed, "but he has no heartbeat. I don't know, Albus. He appears to be dead—he has all the symptoms—but he's not. It's as if he has been given a Dementor's kiss. But that would never happen…. I'm sure it wouldn't ever happen. Right?"
"I-I'm afraid it can, Poppy. And I believe that it's my fault he's in this vegetated state."
"Albus…" Her eyes widened. "You didn't…did
you?" You let the dementor in!" she
screeched. "How could you?"
"Poppy, please, let me explain."
"No…there's no explanation for what you did. You…I can't believe you!"
"Poppy—"
"Don't call me that! Get away from me Dumbledore," she spat. "I can't believe you would do this to him." She rushed out of the room
He stood there forlornly. I hope I did the right thing. Please try to understand, Poppy, he begged silently.
He walked away, footsteps echoing in the lone corridor.
Around the corner, Ginny Weasley crumbled to the ground. "Harry…"
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