The Insane Race to put out the Torch


This Chapter has been given an "BIG R" for the scenes and situations that takes place.

Sorry for not updating, I've been away from my computer…vacation time. But I'm glad to be back! Mwha!


"Neola, I'm so relieved to finally know the truth, I have a sister," Harry said grinning.

"No one knew about our separation, not even Dad, just mum, she gave me away that night, on Halloween…she gave me to Peter who betrayed us. She thought it was wise to keep it a secret. Peter gave me to Voldemort. And later, when I was older, he told me what he had done to my…our parents. Imagine my hurt. I cried, etcetera…blah…and then, as I got older, maybe 10, he told me I was ready to be loved. That day he took me out, bought me the cutest doll ever, then introduced me to his bedroom," Harry closed his eyes and Hermione reached for her hand to grasp but she continued, "I never felt such pain, but he promised me love…something I yearned for, like a lust in my body, I was cured from the desire, and I felt as if I was one with him, a dad possibly? I don't know," Neola shifted uncomfortably and smiled.

"At eleven, I was turned into a snake by the repulsive eight year old named April. She was incredibly smart and powerful. A demon child. She arrived because Voldemort sent for her, to destroy her because of her power," Neola smirked. They were talking in the Head Boy and Girl common room, and Neola was wearing a pair of Hermione's jeans and shirt.

"Neola, please, what is April's plan, you must know, she sent you to spy on me,"

"To kill you Harry, and Malfoy," she said plainly, crossing her legs casually.

"Why?" Hermione asked. Neola looked at her, then at Harry. She smiled at him and leaned forward. Her face was right in front of his, he could practically feel her unnaturally cold breath on his face.

"You and Malfoy are sole keepers of a great power. You, Harry, can kill people in a second by a mere thought. No use of a wand to perform magic, you are a murderer, a warrior, an all time hero. Whereas Draco, can heal any person he loves or feels that needs to be loved. Although dark, he can create a purity of whatever he concentrates on. It's like the process of a centipede turning into a butterfly. The once ugly will then become beautiful from a long, yet worthy transformation. Draco has been blessed with that power. A Healer and a Killer, blimey…" Neola said laughing. Harry looked shaken by Neola's revelation.

"She wants us dead because we're too strong," Harry said.

"No, no…you have it all wrong mate. She wants Malfoy dead. He raped her when she was thirteen. She was upset because he was the only man to ever…what should I say… 'Triumph?' over her? But you…she wants to keep alive, she needs you to destroy the wizarding world, you know, devastate the lot of them, making them believe that the famous Harry Potter has betrayed them and that all is lost. Makes it easier to recruit death eaters and all…but blimey Harry, I know you can tear her limb to limb if you make an effort," Neola said, relaxing against the sofa.

"How do you know all this?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Hermione, she sent me on her destruction mission, do you think I didn't overhear the bullshit she bitched about?" Neola asked rolling her eyes.

"Come on Neola, we have to tell Dumbledore. He has to help us," Harry said standing. They left the common room and entered the corridor. Neola shivered as the descended down a stairway.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, I'm not used to this climate, you know, being a snake and all," Neola replied, wrapping her arms around her body.


Draco opened the door to his dorm. He realized that his roommates were not occupying the room. His roommates hardly ever sleep in their beds for reasons unknown to Draco. Once in a while he would see Blaise or Goyle entering at one in the morning to sleep, but never any of the other guys. He went to his bed and pulled back the drapes. Ginny lay on his bed, curled up on her side. Her eyes were red, and she was pale. She sat up when Draco sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry," she said staring down at her ring. Draco made an unsatisfied noise and shook his head.

"Ginny, I want to know why. Why did you take it upon yourself to do such a thing?" Draco asked. Ginny looked into Draco's eyes and Draco could see that she was angry.

"I did it because I couldn't stand the idea of having a baby while having a year left at Hogwarts. I couldn't stand the idea of being a mother at the age of sixteen. I couldn't stand the idea of confronting my parents about it, and I couldn't stand the idea of just…just being pregnant." Ginny said standing. She paced the room, tearfully.

"Ginny, damn it, what the fuck is wrong with you? You still should have fucking told me you were having my kid. This is insane," Draco said. He moved towards Ginny and grabbed her about the shoulders.

"Yeah, it's insane…well fuck you Draco. I'm sick to death with you. I want to be free from it all. Obviously, we're having problems that we can't fix,"

"What are you trying to say Ginny?" Draco asked. Ginny pulled away from him.

"I think you know," she said removing the ring from her finger. She handed it to Draco and smiled.

"It'll get better Ginny, please, don't do this," Draco pleaded. Ginny looked at him in disbelief.

"I think, I can safely say that doing this, is a tremendous weight off my chest," Ginny left the room.


Colin leaned against the cold wall and breathed. April was away, trying to polish up her plans to over turn the wizarding world. He was suppose to recruit people at the school, but decided to relax first.

I never wanted to be in this. I was being possessed by her and couldn't escape her clenches. I'm still good, I'm still good. How can I try to open myself up? I have split personalities; I can kill a person with my own two hands and not cry over it until I'm in a neutral state of being. Colin wrote on a piece of parchment and folded it. He tucked it in his pocket and stood. He was hit heavily with a sickening feeling. He bent forward and cried out in pain. April stood in front of him.

"What the bloody hell are you doing Colin? Are you changing on me?" April asked, her hand were crossed and her eyes were icy.

"Please…" Colin begged falling to his knees. April stepped closer and Colin fell onto his stomach and started to scream. April was torturing him without even touching him. Colin was being pumped with deadly dark magic.

"Don't do it again Colin, now give me the letter," she held out her hand. Colin shook his head and tried to crawl away from her. He started to bleed from the nose as he entered the corridor. April could hear several people scream as Colin crawled down the halls. April sighed.

"I can't believe you're making me do this Colin," she walked towards him and placed her hand on top of his head.

"Good bye Colin," April whispered.

"STOP it April," Professor Dumbledore came running down the hall along with Professor Snape, McGonagall and Flitwick. Behind them were Hermione, Harry and Neola.

"Neola! Look at you my precious darling…looking very pretty! Hopefully you'll be shagged before I turn your arse into a snake again," April hissed. Dumbledore stopped in front of her.

"We don't want to hurt you April," Dumbledore whispered, his eyes were narrowed.

"Piss off…I'll be back Dumbledore. And when I come back, you better be ready for your defeat," April said angrily. She disappeared. Colin passed out at Dumbledore's feet.

"I'll call for Pomfrey," Snape said, turning to leave. Hermione closed her eyes and shuddered.

"What's happened to Hogwarts…?"

Dumbledore turned to her.

"Nothing Miss. Granger, I believe that Hogwarts is in fair conditions, and that nothing will happen to the students, or the school. Now if you will excuse me, I will like the have a little talk with Miss. Evans," Dumbledore nodded towards Neola.


Ginny sat in one of the chairs in the corner of the common room. She wept silently as she rocked herself in one of the armchairs. She couldn't believe what she had just done. Touching her stomach lightly, bile began to rise in her throat and she abruptly stood from her seat.

There will be no more pain.

And then, there was none.


"I'm happy you have been found Miss. Evans…many people that have fallen under Voldemort's and April's spells do not survive to tell their tale. You're one lucky girl!" Dumbledore exclaimed, pointing to a seat across from his desk as he situated himself in his chair. Neola sat gratefully and smiled nervously at him.

"What is it Professor, that you would like to talk to me about?" Neola asked eagerly, her palms became sweaty and she wiped them on Hermione's jeans.

"I need to know, for what reason did April assign you to Harry for?" Dumbledore asked, folding his hands on the desk.

"It's simple. She knew Harry was able to talk to snakes, and she knew that he was Mr. Golden Boy and would come to my rescue. I would listen to him; take note of what his steps would be. So, when the time was right, she would strike and take control of Harry's body," Neola said, staring blankly into Dumbledore's eyes.

"Were you prepared to let that happen?" he asked. Neola hesitated to answer, and sighing deeply she finally replied.

"Yes."


Harry led Hermione back to their tower to relax in their common room. Harry laughed as he carried Hermione up to the dorm room. He laid her flat on their bed and Hermione crawled to lean against the headboard, dangling an arm over the edge. She grinned and patted the empty side next to her.

"It's been so long…Mr. Potter, since we've…you know," she whispered.

"I know, but that's about to change right now," Harry replied, crawling on top of her. She stopped him and pushed him onto his back.

"No, my turn," she said pulling her shirt above her head. She shook her hair and carefully straddled Harry's hips. She bent down to kiss Harry's neck, peeling back his buttons to leave pale red marks. Harry gasped when she nibbled around his navel. She moved to rest onto his legs, rubbing him. He clenched the sheets around him, trying not to shake as she unzipped his pants. His erection made her look up at him in amazement.

"Let's never stop having sex," she laughed easily, climbing back on top of him, her skirt hitched up. She eased onto him and rode him. Harry rested his hand on her waist to steady her. After awhile he turned over and had her on her back.

Later, they held each other as night time came. Hermione's arm was thrown across Harry's chest and he stroked it.

"Our wedding is so soon, I still can't believe it," she said tiredly.

"I know, but I can hardly wait,"

"I'm so tired; I can hardly keep my eyes open…" Hermione muttered.

"Hermione, you know that I'll always love you, right, even in death, my heart and soul will always be yours,"

"Of course Harry…why are you talking like this?" Hermione asked, trying to sit up, but she couldn't. Suddenly, everything began to swim out of focus, she fell into darkness.


Draco went to sit in the Slytherin common room, which was strangely full tonight. He felt upset and extremely depressed about everything. He plopped himself onto one of the armchairs near the blazing green fire. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco could see Pansy Parkinson move towards him. She knelt next to him and rested a hand on his knee.

"Poor Drakkie, did she leave you?" Pansy asked kindly.

"Yeah…she left me,"

"What are you going to do now, move on?" Pansy asked hopefully. Draco turned to stare at her. He could see the look on her face but had to smile at it.

"No, Pansy, I won't move on. I'm going to get her back; I think I'll do that now…" He said standing to leave. Pansy huffed and scrambled to follow him out the portrait door.

"Draco---she's not worth it!" She yelled behind him. Draco continued to walk down the corridor. He walked into an unfamiliar corridor to Pansy. She trailed behind him, having a hard time keeping up with his long strides.

"Where's your boyfriend Pansy?" Draco asked, his voice echoed in the cold darkness.

"I let him go,"

"Why? Was he impotent?" he asked crudely. Pansy glared at his back.

"No, but he wasn't trustworthy. I couldn't deal with someone like him, the secrets and cheating cut me too deep, so I let him go."

"Aw, sorry to hear that,"

"Yeah, I got over it fast. Why don't you slow down so we can talk?" she asked. Suddenly Draco stopped and turned around.

"You know, I used to come down this corridor all the time with…people, mainly girls. They were mine to keep and have. I gave that life away for her, at least almost," Draco started. Pansy began to leave when Draco grabbed her. She screamed aloud and fell over. Pansy was hit with a sickening feeling. I remember this! I remember what he did to me! Last year, he turned my life upside down.

Ten months of counseling suddenly melted away, leaving Pansy with terrified memories of the past. She couldn't peel the thoughts away from her mind like her shrink had taught her. Draco dragged her by the hair behind a statue where he tore open her shirt. Pansy made a feeble attempt to cover herself. Draco pushed her down on her back. He scratched her chest, leaving thin lines of blood. Pansy screamed and took hold of Draco's hair, pulling with all her might.

"Pansy…PANSY! STOP! YOU WANTED THIS MORE THAN I DO!" Draco bellowed over her defensive screams. He pried her hands from his hair and he pulled her pants down, following her knickers. Pansy braced herself against Draco's entering. She groped the air for anything. Her legs were painfully spread open, leaning against the sides of Draco's body. She stopped screaming and dug her nails deep into her palms. They were clenched at her side. Draco pounded into her body angrily, releasing all the tension he had built up in him. Pansy pushed him away from her, she tried to lift her mangled body from under him, but he felt like a boulder, crushing her body with every movement.

Oh, trust in my, self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die

(System of a Down, Chop Suey!)


"Why?"

Dumbledore leaned forward to gaze into Neola's green eyes.

"She promised me my family, I foolishly believed her. I would do anything to get them back,"

"Don't Neola, don't try and con me out of believing what I have seen in you," Dumbledore said, he quickly grabbed hold of Neola's wrist and pulled her towards him. She struggled against him, but he held tight.

"MISS. EVANS! How could you turn away from Harry when Voldemort told you he was your brother? Why did you try to kill him?" Dumbledore asked. Neola finally broke.

"NO ONE EVER LOVED ME! NO ONE KNEW I EXISTED! BUT HERE WAS AN ORPHANGE THAT GOT SO MUCH FUCKING ATTENTION FOR NOTHING HE ACTUALLY DID! It was all mum…it was all her…" she wept.

"Harry saved the wizarding world Neola. It was not completely your mother. Although she protected Harry, it took Harry's power to banish Voldemort for nearly ten years, he is a hero. But you should not seek revenge on a child who did not know you existed, although I'm pretty sure he would have wanted to. Harry was quite alone when he was growing up," Dumbledore said, loosing his grip on Neola, but not taking his hand off of her.

"Did you know that Voldemort fucked me since I was eleven? Did you know his servant Wormtail would cut my body just to lick the blood off like some fucking vampire? Did you know when I first bled, meaning when I became a woman, I was locked in a cell and almost died from a sickness due to being unclean? And when I cried for my mum, she never came? When it was my birthday, Voldemort would buy me anything I wanted, and when I came 'home' he would do all sorts of things to me? No one cried for me! No one bled for me! No one loved me! But I suffered for a brother I never knew!" Neola cried, sinking into her chair. Dumbledore released her and stood to walk by her side. He gently laid a hand on her shoulder. She looked up into his twinkling blue eyes.

"I just wanted to be loved."


Draco stumbled onto the stairs gripping his stomach. He violently threw up after he tore Pansy apart. She lay shredded apart behind the statue, no one to find her there. Draco couldn't see where he was going. All he could see was the blood that was on his hands from Pansy's body, all he could hear was the pleadings from her torn throat. Draco fell to his knees and wept. He killed her. He had taken her life out of rage not meant for her. He hazily remembered removing any traces of his semen, and blood with a cleansing spell. He dragged himself to the Gryffindor tower, where he could find Ginny. Her ring felt heavy in his pocket, like a two hundred pound rock. As he wiped sweat from off of his face, he moved forward. As he entered the tower, he felt a gush of icy wind come from the large window next to the Gryffindor portrait door. Ginny stood in the window. It was from the floor all the way to the ceiling, one of those ancient windows, old but still good. Her arms were stretched out, like she was about to fly off.

"Ginny!" Draco yelled. Ginny slowly turned around to see Draco leaning against a wall. His pasty pale face glistened with sweat.

"It's over! Look to the sky Draco! The beauty has called for me! It's called for me! The angels have called for me, oh the angels! They said they have a place for me, in their heaven." Ginny's eyes were wild and tiny empty bottle lye near her feet. She smiled and rocked herself forward.

"NO!" Draco screamed running towards her falling body.


The pain was gone. Ginny had swallowed a whole bottle of pain killers. She couldn't even feel her own hands. As she left the room, she drew no attention from her lovesick brother and his wife, or the fellow Gryffindors. She had quietly stepped onto the window ledge and opened it. She could hear sweet voices calling for her to jump and enter the world of innocence and beauty. When she heard Draco's voice behind her, the angel's told her to ignore him, for his spirit was tainted with evil. She spread her arms wide, and jumped. As the air rushed past her, her past flashed before her eyes.

"I gotta date for the Ball!" Ginny said. Ron ears perked up and his eyes narrowed.

"That's great!"

"Yeah"

"Mmm…"

"Who is he?"

"Draco Malfoy asked me!" She had a huge grin on her face.

Lavender and I gasped. Ron stood up.

"What the hell? Ginny what is wrong with you!? There is NO way in hell that I'll let you go to the Yule Ball with that asshole!" Ron's whole face was red, he was practically spitting out fire.

"WHAT? YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO ANYMORE RON!!! I'M 15 YEARS OLD!!! NOT 11!!! I CAN MAKE MY OWN DESCISIONS!!! AND I WANNA GO WITH DRACO!!! I LIKE HIM A LOT!!!! WHY CAN'T YOU TRUST ME???" Ginny screamed at him in his face. She began to cry.

"I'M GOING TO THE BALL WITH HIM RON!!! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK!!!" she said this and ran to her dorm, slamming the door.

Ginny blinked twice and closed her eyes again.

"I Love you." He looked down at me, searching my eyes, he didn't have to, and the expression was all over my face.

"I love you too Ginny." He said, he was honest about it too, he's never felt like this before.

Guilt flooded into Ginny's body, making her shake.

Draco slipped the ring onto my finger. He kissed me, and for once in my miserable life I felt good about something.

"Come live with me Ginny, come live with me at the Mansion…I'll take care of you." I looked at my family, everyone was holding their breath. My mother had her hand over her mouth. She gave me a small nod and I remembered something she said to me- Follow your heart, no matter where you are, what you have done, and have not done…

"Yes Draco, I will."

"Colin," I faked a giggle, "C'mon, let go of me, I need to find my husband," I said. This seemed to have pissed Colin off. He disconnected us from the rowdy crowd of hungry Hogwarts students. He pushed me into a secluded hallway.

"Ginny, listen to me, okay? Last year, you told me that you loved me, I spied for you, I comforted you, I would have died for you," Colin said, searching my eyes.

"Colin, you, hurt me okay? How am I supposed to react? Like it was nothing, right?!" I shrieked. Colin covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shhh…someone will hear us!" Colin said. I pulled from him and he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall.

"Ginny, I miss you, okay! I miss you! Please, please Ginny…come back to me?" Colin asked. I closed my eyes, remembering how much fun we had together, but torn with the feelings I had for Draco.

I felt his lips brush against mine.

"Colin…" I started, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Shhh…" he whispered.

Colin! Hey! What's up? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you okay? Colin?" I looked into Colin darkened eyes. Colin came into my room, he was staying at the Burrow for the summer, and he's only have been here for about a week.

"NO! Shut up you stupid whore! You know you love him…still…Ginny!? You told me…you told me… you loved me…"

I was shocked, he was telling the truth, and my heart ached for him. I reached out to touch him and he grabbed my wrist and flipped me around so my arm was twisted behind my back, I cried out in pain.

"No, no…please…don't hurt me Colin." I begged, where was my mom, my brothers?

Colin was crying, he tightened his grip and bent me forward. He slid his hand up and down my back.

"Did Malfoy do that to you Ginny? Caress your milky smooth back?" he said lazily. I was scared…I knew what was coming; he was going to have his way with me. Then I became more frightened, I don't know how he got it, but I could smell whiskey on him.

"Colin…don't hurt me…" I was cramping because of the grip he had me in.

He tossed me onto my bed. Unfortunately, I was wearing the skirt I wore to dinner tonight and as soon as I touched the bed he was between my knees, rubbing them.

"Did he do that Ginny? Huh? Did he fuck you until your knees buckled?"

"NO! NO! Stop it Colin, Get OFF ME!!!" I hit him with my fists and cried. He pulled my knickers off and within seconds was on top of me, hollering about how I deserved this. I cried soulful cries. He was hurting me! Sweet, innocent Colin was hurting me! I didn't want this, no, not like this…Colin? Is this really you?

"TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!!!" He bellowed

"I love you…" I whispered. I love you I love you I love you I love you Colin.

He panted and cussed, cried and apologized over and over, and then he got rough and slapped me hard across my face. I screamed but he covered my mouth, glaring at me as he did so, and as my punishment pushed into me harder. I was not a virgin, no, but I was tearing apart inside, It felt like each stroke he made was a knife in the abdomen.

Ginny wanted death badly. Her life has been filled with lust, rape and hate, and she deserved a cold and bitter end to it all. She could hear her name being called above her. Her fragile body would soon hit ice. It would pierce her and warm blood would spill from her wounds, creating a fulfillment that was long overdue.

Ginny stiffened, getting ready to meet the end. Her body floated up. She was floating back to the window. Draco stood their, his hand open towards her body, bringing her back to hell.

"Fuck!" she screamed. "FUCK!" she landed into Draco's opened arms.

"Ginny, I'm so sorry. About everything that I've done to you, please, don't leave me," Draco said, holding her close to him. Ginny couldn't think clearly. The pain behind her eyes made it impossible to do so. Ginny wrapped an arm around his neck.

"When I was falling, I saw you, and I saw him. And I realized that he was fucking me violently. I couldn't go back to that. Then, I saw your sweetness, and felt as if I could spend my life with you. I really thought I could, until I found out that I had no life," Ginny said dull fully. Draco gasped and held her tighter.

"I love you Draco," Ginny said.


Hermione awoke with a start and felt empty. Harry was asleep next to her, his arms crossed across his chest. Hermione felt odd. She felt like someone had entered there room and changed everything. She remembered having felt extremely drained and passing out, but things seemed to be okay. She stood from the bed and screamed. On the floor, was the mangled body of Pansy Parkinson.

Harry woke next and jumped to Hermione's aid but recoiled after seeing the reason for her scream.

"What the fuck!" he bellowed. He scurried off the bed and ran outside the dorm, a few minutes later he came back.

"There's been a break in," he said, lighting a fire and tossing in powder.

"Dumbledore, please, come quick. Hermione and I have just waked and Pansy Parkinson's body is in our quarters, dead," Harry told Dumbledore with fear.

"I'll be there soon Harry," he said, nodding.


To be continued.

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