Party In The Dungeons

Chapter 9 – Premonitions and Not So Happy Returns

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The next morning when Draco got up and went into the kitchen, Ginny wasn't there.

"Have you seen Ginny this morning, Mrs Weasley?" Draco asked her as she stacked sizzling bacon and egss on his plate.

"No, not this morning dear. Now come on, eat your breakfast while its still hot," Mrs Weasley insisted. Draco nodded. He was quite hunrgy. He quickly devoured his whole plate.

"Would you like some more dear?" Mrs Weasley said, already coming over, pan in hand.

"No!" Draco exclaimed quickly, holding up his hands. Mrs Weasley blinked a few times.

"I-I mean, no thank you Mrs Weasley. I'm full," Draco added quickly. She smiled warmly at him.

"Now, I've cleaned and folded your clothes. They're in your bedroom. You may want to get ready. You'll have to go back to Hogwarts today," Mrs Weasley said in a cheerful voice, and went back to the stove. Draco just nodded politely and quickly raced up the stairs. On the way he passed Ginny's bedroom. The door was closed, and he could hear no noise from inside. Only silence.

He knocked on the door. No answer.

"Ginny?" Draco called softly through the door. Still nothing. Quietly, he turned the door handle and walked inside, and closed the door behind him. Ginny was curled up in a ball, still asleep in her bed. A quilt with different coloured patches all over it covered her small figure. He red hair was sticking up all over the place, and her freckles stood out against her pale skin.

Draco sat down in a tattered, brightly coloured chair at an old wooden desk near Ginny's bed and just watched her. Very slowly, Ginny's eyes began to flutter open. She locked eyes with Draco, and smiled.

"Good morning," she said in an happy tone.

"Good morning," Draco said with a smile. "You slept in." Ginny yawned as she glanced over at the wizards clock on the wall. It had about twelve handles, but showed Ginny that it was around eleven in the morning.

"Yes, I did," Ginny agreed with a small nod. She smiled again.

"You're happy this morning," Draco noted with a laugh. Ginny giggled and blushed a little.

"I had a dream about you last night," Ginny blurted out, averting her gaze. Draco laughed and almost fell off his seat.

"About me?" Draco laughed again. "Why would you dream about me?" Ginny reddened even more.

"I don't know," Ginny murmered, looking at the floor. Ginny abruptly sat up, an apprehensive look spreading across her face.

"Ginny what is it? What's wrong?" Draco quickly asked, any traces of a smile wiped straight of his face, replaced with concern. Ginny had gone extremely pale. Her hands were shaking.

"Ginny?" Draco repeated. Ginny was looking off into space, a very dazed look on her face. Draco jumped up out of his chair, quickly kneeled down on the floor over Ginny, and took her hands in his. He looked up into her eyes. They were different. Not their usual shade of brown. Infact, Draco couldn't name the colour her eyes now were. They were a mixture of blue, green, brown... Draco thought he could even see red in them.

"They're coming for us," Ginny murmered in monotone, her eyes still unfocused, staring into nothingness. Draco blinked his eyes a few times in confusing.

"What? Ginny-"

"They're coming," Ginny repeated, in the same monotone voice. "The Third Child is with them. Out for revenge, seeking power and riches. The third child will come, bringing with him the clouds of darkness. Beware the Third Child. Beware the sixth day..." Ginny trailed off. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she collapsed back on the bed in a heap. Draco was over her in a second.

"Ginny!" He cried, slapping her lightly on the face trying to get her to regain conciousness. Her eyes slowly fluttered open. She blinked a few times.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked in concern. Ginny gave him an incredulous look and laughed lightly.

"What? Yes, Draco I'm fine. What's up with you this morning? Look like you've seen a ghost!" Ginny laughed. Draco just stared at her.

"What? Have I got something on my face?" She asked, rubbing her cheek with the sleeve of her pajamis.

"No, no. You have nothing on your face..." Draco trailed off.

"Then what?" Ginny snapped, annoyance showing a little in her tone.

"I-I think you just had a premonition," Draco blurted out. Ginny let out a laugh.

"Ha! Me? A premonition? I think maybe you might be losing it-"

"No, Ginny. I'm not kidding. I really think you had a premonition," Draco repeated. Ginny frowned.

"... When?" Ginny asked finally.

"Just before. Only a few minutes ago," Draco informed her.

"But I was sleeping..."

"You passed out."

"Oh." Ginny gazed around her bedroom.

"What did I say?" Ginny asked finally.

"You.... You said someone coming to get us-" Ginny gasped. "-and something about the... the Third Child. That the Third Child is with these people coming to get us. You said this Third Child was looking for revenge and wanted money and power... or something. Then you said, "Beware the Third Child. Beware the sixth day"...." Draco recited, trailing off. Ginny let out a deep breath.

"Wow.... Are you sure I said this? I mean, I'm not exactly known for my Divination skills, am I?" Ginny joked, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure. It was freaky. You went all ridged and just zoned out. Are you sure you're okay, 'cause if you can't remember-"

"Draco," Ginny smiled, placing a hand on his, "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." Draco looked at her uncertainly.

"C'mon, we have enough stuff to worry about without stupid premonitions anyway," Ginny reminded him.

"Oh. So when are you going to-"

"Now if you want to..." Ginny said. Draco nodded and sat on the bed next to her. Ginny took a deep breath in and began telling Draco why she chose to become a Death Eater.

"Okay, where to start. I guess it all began happening last summer holidays. I felt excluded with Harry, Ron and Hermione. Everytime I entered the same room as them, they would fall silent and look a little guilty. Then Ron would end up telling me to leave the room because they were discussing something.

"I would get so angry inside. I began to feel isolated and left out, but I had no one to talk to. Hermione wouldn't listen, Hannah was gone... I just got so depressed. Nothing was happening for me in my life.

"I kept asking myself, what's in it for me? What has life got to offer me? I had no one. Not Hermione, Hannah, my brothers, even my parents seemed distant, but maybe that was just my depression.

"So in the middle of the night, long after everyone had gone to sleep, I would get up and go out. Sometimes use floo powder, other times I would steal one of my brothers brooms. And when I just felt like being alone, I would walk around the paddocks.

"I began to get into a bit of trouble. I met some people. The wrong sort of people to be mixing with. They were very loud and angry all the time. They would steal stuff, hurt people. The wrong crowd to be hanging with. But by then I was done with caring.

"I got into drugs and alcohol. I messed up real bad. Then I found out that one of the guys in my new group of friends wasn't a Muggle. He was a wizard. A dark one. He persuaded me to join the dark side. To join Voldemort.

"I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Nothing else was me any good. My family, friends... everyone. 'Cept them. After a while I realised this wasn't who I was. I realised that this wasn't something I wanted to do. I wanted to quit. I told this to my friend. He just laughed at me. He told me,

"No one can leave the Dark Side and live to talk about it. It's a life long sacrifice."

"Of course I knew this already. But just hearing it... It made me understand how real this all was. I avoided my new friends and spent more time with Harry, Ron and Hermione. I realised I was so much more happier with them. I could be myself.

"They seemed happy to have me back around them. They included me in things. I no longer felt left out. But I never told them. I could never have told them," Ginny said gravely. Draco sat on her bed, taking it all in.

"Why didn't you tell them?" Draco asked finally. Ginny sighed.

"They never would have understood. They don't know what it's like. They would have said that there were more options I could have taken... but they don't know how hard it was for me." Ginny was crying again now.

"I did have other choices though... but I was just so lonely. I didn't know what I was doing," Ginny sobbed. Draco put his arm around her shoulders and she cried into his chest.

"Don't worry," he said comfortingly. "You're okay now." Ginny's head shot up.

"No... I'm not. I'll never be okay... not unless Voldemort is killed. I can never truly rid myself of this." Ginny violently pulled up her sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark on her forearm.

"We'll find a way," Draco insisted, as she collapsed back into his arms. "We'll find a way."

An hour or so later, after Draco and Ginny had finished talking, they left Ginny's room and headed down to the family room. They were cheerfully greeted by Mrs Weasley who was sitting in her arm chair, knitting brightly coloured wool into socks.

"You will have to go back to Hogwarts soon, you know," Mrs Weasley told them. Ginny sighed.

"Yes mother, we know. How will we get back?" Ginny asked. Mrs Weasley put down her knitting needles and picked up a piece of parchment from the coffee table.

"Dumbledore sent me this just about an hour ago." Mrs Weasley grabbed something else off the coffee table. It was a Muggle football.

"He also sent me this. It says-" Mrs Weasley slipped on her reading glasses and read aloud from the message.

"At three o'clock sharp, the portkey-" she held up the football. "-will be activated. Make sure Draco and Ginny are ready. It will transport them back to Hogwarts." Mrs Weasley looked up from the letter and took off her glasses, glancing at something behind Ginny's shoulder. Ginny turned around also. They looked up at the clock.

"Two fifty," Ginny said.

"You only have ten minutes to get ready. Do you need anything?" Mrs Weasley, already getting up out of her seat.

"Anymore clothes? Money? I could probably make a batch of cookies before-"

"Mum, its fine. Really," Ginny assured her. Mrs Weasley just smiled and sat back down.

"Well you may as well both sit down. Here, take this thing," Mrs Weasley said, and threw the football to Draco. He caught it and followed Ginny to the couch. They sat down and put both their hands on it. They all sat there in silence for a few minutes.

Mrs Weasley looked up at the clock again.

"Only a minute to go. Are you sure you both have everything?" Mrs Weasley asked. Draco and Ginny both stood up, each with a hand on the football.

"Yes mum," Ginny said. Mrs Weasley looked at Ginny for a moment before hugging her. She pulled Draco into a hug too.

"Be careful," Mrs Weasley advised. Ginny opened her mouth to speak but a violent tug of the port key began to take her and Draco miles across the country. Finally their feet hit the ground. They hit the ground with such a sudden force that they fell forwards and landed face first on the floor.

Draco and Ginny both groaned and rubbed their noses, lifting themselves on to their elbows.

"Well that wasn't exactly the grand entrance I'd been hoping for," Ginny grumbled, flicking her hair out of her eyes. As she did so, she noticed that her and Draco were not the only people in the room. Ginny tapped Draco on the shoulder, not taking her eyes off where she was looking. Draco looked up and finally saw what Ginny had seen before him.

Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall were on them, sprawled all over the floor in front of the Staff Table.

"Well Miss Weasley, Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore said from above them. They looked up at the staff table. All of the teachers, except Snape, had smiles on their faces. McGonagall looked like she were about to laugh.

"Nice of you to join us," Dumbledore greeted them, an amused grin spreading across his face. Draco and Ginny smiled uneasily, both blushing furiously. Sounds of whispers and giggles filled the hall.

"Just in time for lunch. You may go join your housemates," Dumbledore said. Ginny and Draco exchanged embarrassed glances, before helping each other up and making their way to their tables. Ginny made her way to Gryffindor table. The noise level went back to normal, and the hall filled with its usual chatter as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Ginny looked for a seat at the table. It was very full, but finally she found one, next to a bushy haired girl, who was sitting next to a boy with jet black hair and glasses. She stopped abruptly in her tracks and stared at them in shock.

"Harry?! Hermione?!" Ginny exclaimed incredulously. They slowly turned around to face her. Their expressions showed that they did not recognise her.

"Hello? What's wrong with you guys? Don't you recognise me?" Ginny asked them, waving a hand in front of their faces. Hermione and Harry just stared at her blankly.

"Ginny. I'm Ginny... remember?" Ginny asked, her eyebrows arched high, looking at them doubtfully. Suddenly their faces filled with a dawning realisation.

"Oh Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, jumping up out of her chair and enveloping Ginny in a hug.

"Sorry," Harry explained. "We haven't really been ourselves since..." he trailed off. Ginny, after being released by Hermione, nodded.

"I understand. How... what happened to you? I-I thought you were... were..." Ginny stopped, unable to continue.

"Dead?" Hermione offered calmly. Ginny looked up at her, face full of sadness, and nodded.

"I was so scared-"

"Why don't we go talk about this in the common room. Where we can be alone," Harry cut her off. Ginny looked at him a little strangely. There was something not quite right...

"Okay, fine. We'll go to the common room," Ginny replied. Harry and Hermione smiled at each other, linked arms with Ginny, and led her to the common room. Unknown to them, a silver-eyed, blonde-haired Slytherin slowly got up out of his seat and followed them.

"Did he hurt you?" Ginny asked suddenly. Hermione and Harry looked at her questioningly.

"Did who hurt us?" Hermione asked. Ginny just stared at her. Hermione just looked at her blankly. She truly looked as if she had no idea of what Ginny was talking about. Ginny turned to Harry, but he, too, had the same expression on his face.

"What is wrong with you two?" Ginny asked, pulling her arms away from them suddenly. The corners of their mouths began to turn up. They exchanged glances. Ginny looked closely at them. There was something different about their eyes. They were red...

A/N – Haha! Lol yes I know, I'm evil for stopping it there!!! I've had a writers block for ages, but finally, after forcing myself to write, this chapter and gotten ridden of it!!! YAY!!! Well, I'm happy.

So... another cliffie... Lol I promise if you review me, I wont leave you hanging for too long! :P

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