The Placebo Trilogy: Part One- A Friend in need is a friend indeed.
Chapter 5: You just need to try harder
Just exactly where we're going I cannot say, But we might even leave the USA 'Cause there's a brand new game that I want to play No use of you running, or screaming and crying 'Cause you've got a home as long as I've got mine
"Going up the country"
-Canned Heat
---------------------------
After breakfast Ginny walked down the hall to her first class. Sighing as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. Her brother aggravated her to no end sometimes...More like all the time. Not everyone is out to get them or worship them. She wished someday someone would tell them they weren't God's gift to earth. Ginny especially hated that she was in a life debt with (from? Some word) Harry, saving her life and all. Ginny just hoped he wouldn't ask her to use it to save himself and his counterparts. That would be rich. She could just imagine: It's the last battle and Ginny after being forced to stay behind because she is a "weakling" runs to battle wand blazing when Harry & Co. spot her as Voldemort is about to kill them and grab her as a shield to stop the killing curse. How lovely. Yes to be finally killed at the hands of Tom because Harry was to chicken die trying to defeat him...
After this huge mind ramble Ginny found herself in the semi-crowded hall outside her class. Leaning against the wall she spotted an object in hovering in the air down the vast hallway. Squinting to see what it was she got out of her spot in line. Then she realized what it was.
It was a woman. She was hanging from her neck in the rafters, her eyes bulging. She swayed slightly, her white nightgown flowing slightly in the non-existent wind. Ginny's breaths quickened as she realized the woman was staring at her with very much alive eyes in a very much bloated, dead face.
Ginny felt like screaming at the horrible sight above the hall, swollen with students. Then quicker than Ginny could register, the lady disappeared. As Ginny was breathing a sigh of relief to see the dead person gone the woman reappeared but this time not from the rafters but behind a boy she seemed to watch or guard very closely. It was Blaise Zambini. Ginny stood stock still in the hallway; staring at the horrid couple walking past her. The entire time they walked past the young Griffindor the woman stared at Ginny, her sharp eyes even more illuminated by the dull features and light blue coloring of her face. Blaise noticed Ginny's stare and sneered. He obviously had no idea who was following him and Ginny was too scared to let him know.
-------------------------------------
After dinner that night Ginny trudged up to Dumbledore's office, her mind still heavy with the memories from that morning. Giving the pass word, she entered Dumbledore's quarters to find the headmaster and Draco already there.
"Thanks for finally gracing us with your presence, Weasley," Draco sneered as he turned towards the door.
"Did you plan that remark, Malfoy? Hope you didn't strain your brain too much," Ginny retorted, not caring if her come back was a bit weak but she was tired so excuses and all...
"That will be enough," Dumbles said smiling a bit. "Now. Let's get on with the lesson.
"A Walker forcibly sends one of the dead back to the Next Realm by using the Sword of Griffindor or Dagger of Slytherin. To use the sword Miss Ginny must delare her intentions- to send back so and so- then thrust the sword through the heart area of said dead individual-."
Ginny raised her hand, "You said that I must do this with the sword but why not Draco too? I mean why doesn't he use it too?"
Draco who at that time had been taking notes, scowled at her. "Because I'm not a lazy Griffindor like yourself. Only Griffindors can use the Sword of Griffindor obviously. I didn't think you were as dumb as the other Weasels-."
"Well if you're so smart where is the Dagger of Slytherin, hmmm?" Ginny asked obnoxiously with a smug look on her face. Draco glared as he didn't know where the dagger lay but wasn't going to admit it to the like of her.
At that moment Dumbles raised his hand for silence which he got grudgingly. "We are still looking for the Dagger of Slytherin. Until then Mr. Malfoy, you and Miss Weasley must work together. If you discover one of the dead who will not cross over then Miss Weasley needs to be present to force them back."
Ginny frowned. Work with Malfoy....urg. Just what she didn't need. He didn't look so happy about it either.
----------------------------------
When Dumbles finally let them return to their dorms Ginny stopped Draco in the hall outside the office.
"Malfoy wait." Ginny called putting a hand on his shoulder.
Draco spun around. "I'm not looking around the castle with you Weasel. I don't care what Dumbledore says."
"I don't care about that," Ginny said hurriedly. "I want to ask you something..." She trailed off.
Draco smirked. "I know you want me but no I will not be your boyfriend you filthy muggle-lover."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Did Blaise Zabini's mum kill herself?" she blurted out before clapping a hand over her mouth. Draco's face darkened.
"What do you know about that?" He asked gruffly stepping closer to her.
"Um..." Ginny swallowed. "I saw her hanging from the rafters in the hallway this morning and then she followed him through the hall. She stared at me the whole time." Ginny shuddered.
Draco stared at her as if trying to size her up. "Well stay out of it Weasley, It's non of your concern. Don't go trying to force her back to the Next Realm either or I'll-."
"You're the one who has been threatening all the dead types! James told me-."
"James Potter is scared of me just as his son is," Draco interjected pompously, leaning closer to her face.
"Ha!" Ginny said and walked briskly to the Griffindor Tower, leaving an angry Draco behind.
-----------------------------------------------
Once inside the common room, Ginny sunk down into a sofa near the fire. Glancing over into the shadows of the empty room she saw a figure watching her.
"Harry." She said wearily.
"Nope, it's me." James responded as he floated over to where she was sitting. "How was lessons?"
"Horrid," Ginny answered closing her eyes. "Malfoy is horrid to me." Sitting up she looked at the young man. "I saw Blaise Zabini's mum today. Malfoy told me to but out of it but I know she killed her self- she was hanging from the rafters and all." Ginny shuddered for the second time that night at the thought of Blaise's mother.
James sighed and shook his head. "Yeah I went to school with her. She was a Ravenclaw. She called herself a different name each year- stuff like Moon and Flower- she was very much into the flower childe- muggle hippie trend in during the 60s. She was nice enough and a bit on the eccentric side but nothing like the Lovegood in Ravenclaw now. Then her parents during our 7th year joined up with Voldemort. After that she was forced to give up her muggle clothes and music and had to dress in black. After school Voldemort arranged a marrage between Amelia, I believe they called her from then on, and (A/N: what the heckity heck is Blaise's parent's names?) Dimitri Zabini. He controlled her with spells and her mind and body just gave up. Two summers ago when Voldemort came back again she hung herself."
"Wow..." Ginny whispered.
They sat in silence for a while. Ginny looked at James. He was so much like Harry in appearance but his character was so different. He didn't have the wounded hero act going on. He also wasn't a self-righteous bastard but Ginny wasn't going to get into that.
"James..." she said hesitantly. "Where is Lily?" James froze as much as a hovering ghost could. "She went past the fourth gate, and I chose to stay behind-."
Suddenly-
[CABOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!]
A huge explosion rippled through the castle. Shock waves traveled through James but knocked Ginny to the floor as screams could be heard faintly below the resounding noise.
The end- kidding there will be more! IF SOMEONE WILL REVIEW THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!
Chapter 5: You just need to try harder
Just exactly where we're going I cannot say, But we might even leave the USA 'Cause there's a brand new game that I want to play No use of you running, or screaming and crying 'Cause you've got a home as long as I've got mine
"Going up the country"
-Canned Heat
---------------------------
After breakfast Ginny walked down the hall to her first class. Sighing as she brushed her hair out of her eyes. Her brother aggravated her to no end sometimes...More like all the time. Not everyone is out to get them or worship them. She wished someday someone would tell them they weren't God's gift to earth. Ginny especially hated that she was in a life debt with (from? Some word) Harry, saving her life and all. Ginny just hoped he wouldn't ask her to use it to save himself and his counterparts. That would be rich. She could just imagine: It's the last battle and Ginny after being forced to stay behind because she is a "weakling" runs to battle wand blazing when Harry & Co. spot her as Voldemort is about to kill them and grab her as a shield to stop the killing curse. How lovely. Yes to be finally killed at the hands of Tom because Harry was to chicken die trying to defeat him...
After this huge mind ramble Ginny found herself in the semi-crowded hall outside her class. Leaning against the wall she spotted an object in hovering in the air down the vast hallway. Squinting to see what it was she got out of her spot in line. Then she realized what it was.
It was a woman. She was hanging from her neck in the rafters, her eyes bulging. She swayed slightly, her white nightgown flowing slightly in the non-existent wind. Ginny's breaths quickened as she realized the woman was staring at her with very much alive eyes in a very much bloated, dead face.
Ginny felt like screaming at the horrible sight above the hall, swollen with students. Then quicker than Ginny could register, the lady disappeared. As Ginny was breathing a sigh of relief to see the dead person gone the woman reappeared but this time not from the rafters but behind a boy she seemed to watch or guard very closely. It was Blaise Zambini. Ginny stood stock still in the hallway; staring at the horrid couple walking past her. The entire time they walked past the young Griffindor the woman stared at Ginny, her sharp eyes even more illuminated by the dull features and light blue coloring of her face. Blaise noticed Ginny's stare and sneered. He obviously had no idea who was following him and Ginny was too scared to let him know.
-------------------------------------
After dinner that night Ginny trudged up to Dumbledore's office, her mind still heavy with the memories from that morning. Giving the pass word, she entered Dumbledore's quarters to find the headmaster and Draco already there.
"Thanks for finally gracing us with your presence, Weasley," Draco sneered as he turned towards the door.
"Did you plan that remark, Malfoy? Hope you didn't strain your brain too much," Ginny retorted, not caring if her come back was a bit weak but she was tired so excuses and all...
"That will be enough," Dumbles said smiling a bit. "Now. Let's get on with the lesson.
"A Walker forcibly sends one of the dead back to the Next Realm by using the Sword of Griffindor or Dagger of Slytherin. To use the sword Miss Ginny must delare her intentions- to send back so and so- then thrust the sword through the heart area of said dead individual-."
Ginny raised her hand, "You said that I must do this with the sword but why not Draco too? I mean why doesn't he use it too?"
Draco who at that time had been taking notes, scowled at her. "Because I'm not a lazy Griffindor like yourself. Only Griffindors can use the Sword of Griffindor obviously. I didn't think you were as dumb as the other Weasels-."
"Well if you're so smart where is the Dagger of Slytherin, hmmm?" Ginny asked obnoxiously with a smug look on her face. Draco glared as he didn't know where the dagger lay but wasn't going to admit it to the like of her.
At that moment Dumbles raised his hand for silence which he got grudgingly. "We are still looking for the Dagger of Slytherin. Until then Mr. Malfoy, you and Miss Weasley must work together. If you discover one of the dead who will not cross over then Miss Weasley needs to be present to force them back."
Ginny frowned. Work with Malfoy....urg. Just what she didn't need. He didn't look so happy about it either.
----------------------------------
When Dumbles finally let them return to their dorms Ginny stopped Draco in the hall outside the office.
"Malfoy wait." Ginny called putting a hand on his shoulder.
Draco spun around. "I'm not looking around the castle with you Weasel. I don't care what Dumbledore says."
"I don't care about that," Ginny said hurriedly. "I want to ask you something..." She trailed off.
Draco smirked. "I know you want me but no I will not be your boyfriend you filthy muggle-lover."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Did Blaise Zabini's mum kill herself?" she blurted out before clapping a hand over her mouth. Draco's face darkened.
"What do you know about that?" He asked gruffly stepping closer to her.
"Um..." Ginny swallowed. "I saw her hanging from the rafters in the hallway this morning and then she followed him through the hall. She stared at me the whole time." Ginny shuddered.
Draco stared at her as if trying to size her up. "Well stay out of it Weasley, It's non of your concern. Don't go trying to force her back to the Next Realm either or I'll-."
"You're the one who has been threatening all the dead types! James told me-."
"James Potter is scared of me just as his son is," Draco interjected pompously, leaning closer to her face.
"Ha!" Ginny said and walked briskly to the Griffindor Tower, leaving an angry Draco behind.
-----------------------------------------------
Once inside the common room, Ginny sunk down into a sofa near the fire. Glancing over into the shadows of the empty room she saw a figure watching her.
"Harry." She said wearily.
"Nope, it's me." James responded as he floated over to where she was sitting. "How was lessons?"
"Horrid," Ginny answered closing her eyes. "Malfoy is horrid to me." Sitting up she looked at the young man. "I saw Blaise Zabini's mum today. Malfoy told me to but out of it but I know she killed her self- she was hanging from the rafters and all." Ginny shuddered for the second time that night at the thought of Blaise's mother.
James sighed and shook his head. "Yeah I went to school with her. She was a Ravenclaw. She called herself a different name each year- stuff like Moon and Flower- she was very much into the flower childe- muggle hippie trend in during the 60s. She was nice enough and a bit on the eccentric side but nothing like the Lovegood in Ravenclaw now. Then her parents during our 7th year joined up with Voldemort. After that she was forced to give up her muggle clothes and music and had to dress in black. After school Voldemort arranged a marrage between Amelia, I believe they called her from then on, and (A/N: what the heckity heck is Blaise's parent's names?) Dimitri Zabini. He controlled her with spells and her mind and body just gave up. Two summers ago when Voldemort came back again she hung herself."
"Wow..." Ginny whispered.
They sat in silence for a while. Ginny looked at James. He was so much like Harry in appearance but his character was so different. He didn't have the wounded hero act going on. He also wasn't a self-righteous bastard but Ginny wasn't going to get into that.
"James..." she said hesitantly. "Where is Lily?" James froze as much as a hovering ghost could. "She went past the fourth gate, and I chose to stay behind-."
Suddenly-
[CABOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!]
A huge explosion rippled through the castle. Shock waves traveled through James but knocked Ginny to the floor as screams could be heard faintly below the resounding noise.
The end- kidding there will be more! IF SOMEONE WILL REVIEW THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE!