A/N: OMG!!!! I finally got reviews!!! Thank you Smiles28!!! Thank you Alyssa Rose!!!!!
Alyssa Rose: yes there are ships, D/G, H/OC, and a triangle B/Hr/R so...yeah...I'm glad you are enjoying this story. I made you bite your nails??? Wow... cool...
Summary: What's up with Harry? Why are Hermione and Ginny disappearing all the time? Who is this enticing new Gryffindor? And just where in all hells is Ron? Reincarnation is a strange and dangerous thing that toys with the present in hopes that the present will somehow turn out like the past, but will the past repeat itself in this occurrence, or will the reincarnation of the great King Arthur fail to save the world as we know it from a foe greater than any seen in this word yet?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
And We Thought it Was the End
Chapter 5
Children are the Ones who Will Shape the Future
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June 9, 1997
Ginny awoke slowly. She let her eyes crack open and peer into the sun lit infirmary. For a while her mind was blissfully blank, still stuck in that plane between wakefulness and a deep drug induced sleep.
The windows on the far side of the infirmary were open wide to let in the warm summer air and the white curtains flapped in the soft breeze.
Ginny stretched her arms and rolled onto her back. Her legs still weren't working it seemed. Well, that would be fixed in time.
"Morning sunshine." Came a soft voice to her right.
She twisted her head to look over her shoulder and smiled softly at Aya. "Hullo. How long was I out?"
"Two days."
"Ok." She smiled. "I feel soooooooo much better."
"That's wonderful." Aya smiled softly at her. The first time she'd been raped the psychological damage had been massive and she'd taken months to get better. She hadn't even started to smile until well into the first month of her second year most of which she'd finished at The Lodge, Remus and Aya's home. So it was in Remus's words, "a bloody miracle" that she'd snapped back to reality so fast. "Let me help you sit up and then you can have some water."
She helped Ginny into a sitting position and gave her a goblet-ful of icy water. Ginny drank deeply and smiled giving the empty goblet back to Aya. "That feels sooo good." She leaned back into her pillows, then started up again. "Albus said that he had a surprise for me...what is it?"
Aya held up her hands in front of her face. "OHHHH!!! No! You're not gonna get it outa me!!! Not this time missy! Go work your magic on someone else! Back! Back!" She held her fingers up in front of her in a cross and backed away from Ginny's bed. "I'm not talking!"
Ginny just stared at her friend, then promptly started to laugh. She clutched her stomach as she screamed in laughter. It wasn't long before she rolled off the bed altogether. She landed on her stomach hard and had the wind knocked out of her.
For a moment it was completely silent and Ginny looked around in bewilderment. Then a smile cracked her face and she started to laugh again.
Aya sighed, more than slightly exasperated and helped her back into bed. "You're welcome for the comic relief, we'll be back again on Friday, please leave your tips at the door." She said sarcastically.
"Oh, I'm sorry Aya! But it feel so great to laugh..." Ginny said, her smile not failing.
"Well, it's great to see that someone's feeling better." Remus said walking into Ginny's little enclosure.
"Hello Remus." Ginny said softly.
"Hello Gin." He sat in the chair next to her bed. "Albus is on his way."
Her smile got bigger. "With my surprise??"
"Yes, with your surprise."
Ginny clapped her hands. "Oh fun! What is it?"
Remus smiled. "I'm not saying anything." For some reason Aya started to laugh. Ginny's smile only got bigger.
"What?" Remus looked from one girl to the other. "What's so funny?"
"Hello?" Came a sudden voice from the outside of the curtain. "Ginny dear, are you decent?"
Ginny looked at Remus and Aya. "Who is that?" The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it. "Who is it?" She asked them again.
Remus smiled and Aya laughed harder.
Then came a voice that made everything make sense again. "Mamma!"
"Britannia!" Ginny's face split into a relieved smile as the curtain was ripped aside by fumbling children's hands and a small ball of raven hair came hurtling towards the bed and hopped deftly into her lap.
"Mamma!" Two small and slender arms encircled Ginny's neck and she hugged the small body to her tearfully.
She looked down at the small pixie like face and smiled. "Hullo, love."
Britannia Weasley took after her mother in stature, but took after her father in looks. She was small and slender, but was strong as a hippogriff and had the lungs of a siren. Blue black curls fell into her eyes and over her shoulders and she had eyes the color of the Mediterranean Sea. Like her mother, she had a cheery disposition, but she had her father's temper; when she got angry, you knew it.
But right now, Ginny could feel the happy aura just pulsing off the five-year-old's body. Her mere presence calmed down Ginny's spirit to the point where she was ready to drop asleep.
Shaking off the waves of exhaustion, Ginny smoothed the curs away from Britannia's forehead and looked into the little girl's eyes. They were as clear as the summer seas, not a cloud in sight. There had been to trouble in this little soul for sometime.
Ginny looked up at Remus and Aya. "How...?"
"When we heard that you had disappeared right off the grounds, we brought her here, she can't be touched inside the castle. She's been here under the ruse that she's my recently-orphaned-neice."
Ginny only nodded and buried her face in Britannia's curles.
"Mamma! You'll mess 'em up!" Giggled the little girl. "Auntie put nice ribbons in. Do you see them? They match with my dress!"
Giny only smiled and hugged Brittania to her chest agan.
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Three hours later, Ginny was ready to suffocate herself under her pillow for sheer lack of anything to do. Brittani had gone to take a nap and Ginny and Aya were just sitting there.
"I. Am. So. Bloody. Bored." Ginny said.
"Well, we could do something..." Aya said.
"Like what?"
"Play exploding snap?"
"Done it."
"Play wizards chess?"
"I whipped Remus five times in a row..."
"Um...sing?"
"I. Don't. Sing." Ginny's voice had an icy edge that confused Aya.
"You love to sing, since when don't you?"
"Since I decided that I didn't like being tortured into doing so." Ginny snapped.
Aya only stared at her.
It was her second week at Tom's hideout. She looked around the lavishly decorated bedroom that he kept her locked in and sighed. She didn't want any of this, she just wanted to go home. She wanted him to stop coming to her every night and she wanted him to just leave her alone...
She sighed and stared out the large window at the countryside. The green grass and blue sky called to her, but she was locked in the room.
Suddenly the door swung open. Of course, it was Tom again. He never bothered knocking, he just barged in whenever he wanted. He stalked towards the fireplace and sat himself in one of the large chairs there.
She only glanced at him, then turned back to the window.
"Come here Virginia." He said.
Like always, she could feel her limbs beginning to obey him, but this time, she stayed stubbornly in her seat.
"I said come here Virginia."
Still she stayed in her seat fighting against the spell. "I'd rather stay here thank you." She said firmly.
Suddenly, the pull was so strong, she fairly flew across the room and landed on her knees in front of his chair. She looked up and met his angry eyes.
"When I tell you to do something, I expect to have it done immediately. Is that understood?"
She didn't say anything, only glared stubbornly at him.
"Thank you." He said.
Ginny felt herself stand, then sit on the low stool near his side. She flinched as his hand sifted through her curls and tried not to throw up on the carpet. For a moment he was quiet. Then he said. "Sing for me."
Ginny stayed silent, staring resolutely into the flames.
"I said SING."
"No."
"SING!"
"No!"
He whipped his wand from his robe pocket and leveled it at her head. "Sing or else."
"No." She was trembling violently from fear and compulsion, but the compulsion was only the spell.
"CRUCIO!"
Ginny fell limp to the floor, then began to twitch as spasms of pain tore through her body. After what seemed like an eternity of pain, he lifted the curse and stared down at her. "Now sing."
Ginny dragged herself back onto the stool and opened her mouth, then coughed up blood. She groaned and whipped it from her chin with the edge of her black gown.
"SING damn you!"
Again, she tried to sing, but only coughed up more blood.
"Crucio!"
Ginny fell from the stool again moaning in agony. Tears clouded her vision and she squeezed her eyes shut.
The pain lifted and she lay gasping and coughing on the hearth. Tom stood over her with his wand held lazily in his hands. "Now, sing." Was his command.
Again, Ginny opened her mouth to sing, and promptly retched on the carpet. It was completely made of blood.
He scowled down at her disgusted then walked to her and hoisted her to her feet. He glared at her than said, "I'll teach you to disobey me." Then he dragged her to the bed and threw her on it.
For the first time, Ginny didn't fight him, she couldn't even get up the energy to move, so how could she fight him off?
When she felt him spill his seed in her, she twisted over to the side of the bed and retched blood again.
After he pulled out of her and redressed, he stared down at her naked form disgustedly. "Only the weak and cowards can't withstand the torture curse. So you will stay with them now." He walked to the corner and pulled a golden bell cord.
Within seconds, a block robed figure was standing in her doorway "Yes Master?" It was the same black robed figure who always healed her after she'd been tortured or whipped. He was so kind to her, what was he doing in a place like this?
"Take her to the dungeons, see that she learns how to withstand the curse."
The robed man nodded and walked to the bed. He wrapped her limp form in the sheets from the bed and hoisted her into his arms. Then he walked out the room.
Ginny caught Tom's scathing look as she was carried out the room and groaned. WHY did she have to be so stubborn? WHY?
She was surprised to say the least when the robed figure spoke as they reached the dungeon. "You should have just done what he wanted."
Then she was laid carefully onto a bed of straw and the heavy wooden door was slammed shut and locked securely.
Ginny looked up at Aya with hooded eyes. "I just don't want to sing ok?"
Aya shrugged unaware of the mental flash back Ginny had just gone through. "Whatever." She looked out the window. "We could go outside..."
"Really?" Ginny looked u a her, her eyes wide, "Are you serious?"
"Yeah, we could put you in a wheelchair and take a stroll through the gar-grounds." Aya caught herself before she mentioned the gardens and substituted a word.
"Ok, will Madame Pomfrey be alright with that?" Ginny asked.
"Oh who cares?? That woman needs a holiday something terrible." Aya stood and conjured a wheelchair and helped Ginny into it. She placed a blanket over her legs and rolled her out of the infirmary.
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It was very green outside, and very warm, but Ginny was so happy about being outside that she didn't even notice the heat. Aya rolled her right up to the lake edge and plopped on the grass next to her.
"This is wonderful. Wake me up when you want to go back inside." She flung one arm to cover her eyes and promptly fell asleep.
Ginny giggled at her and watched the squid lazily propel himself back and forth across the water.
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One week later:
Ginny had just woken up from a short siesta. Britannia was in her lap with a book and Ginny was reading it to her softly.
"'Are we riding far tonight Gandalf?' asked Merry after a while. 'I don't know how you feel with small rag-tag dangling behind you; but the rag-tag is tired and will be glad to stop dangling and lie down.' " Ginny paused as Britt laughed, then continued, "'So you heard that' said Gandalf. 'Don't let it rankle! Be thankful no longer words were aimed at you. He had his eyes on you. If it is any comfort to your pride, I should say that, at the moment, you and Pippin are more in his thoughts than all the rest of us. Who you are; how you came there, and why; what you know; whether you were captured, and if so, how you escaped when all the orcs perished – it is with those little riddles that the great mind of Saruman is troubled. A sneer from him, Meriadoc, is a compliment, if you feel honoured by his concern.' " She waited again when Brit burst into giggles.
"He's just like Sev!" Brit said clutching her stomach.
Ginny only smiled. At first, she'd been wary of her daughter's connection to Professor Snape (the only professor she could cal by name), but over time (more like a day or two) she'd been able to accept it and move on.
She looked down at the book as Britt's giggles subsided. "'Thank you!' said Merry. 'But it is a greater honour to dangle at your tail, Gandalf-' " She stopped as the curtains opened and Remus stepped in.
" 'Ello Uncle!" Britt said happily.
Remus ruffled her curls. "Good afternoon little one." He looked at Ginny. "You have a visitor."
Ginny frowned up at him. "Who?"
Remus only smiled and stepped aside revealing a tall figure with light hair and dark eyes. "Hello my Lady."
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A/N: Well?
News: I'm not really at home, and I won't be for the rest of the week, so updates might be very sparse and uncontrolled.
Have fun reading!!!!!
Also, I'm thinking of changing the name of the story...This just isn't catchy enough. Tell me what you think please!!!!!
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