And You Will know Us by the Trail of Dead
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Chapter 3: My Spidey- Sense is Tingling
"Pretend I blew up the school...All the schools...Now that you're dead, what are you gonna to do with your life?"
-Heathers
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The shadows whispered, "Is maith an t-anlann an t-ocras."
Draco stared at his friend.
His dead friend.
Blood was everywhere. On the curtains. On the sheets. On the pillow.
But Blaise seemed untouched by the blood. The blood seemed to move across the sheets and onto the floor, dripping through the mattress.
No, Blaise had very little blood on him. And in him.
The moving blood was not moved by a pumping heart however, it was moving because it had fallen there.
Tears of blood made a pathway down his white face, reminding Draco of the muggle statues of Jesus and Mary that cried blood. Only the statues didn't stare at him so. They didn't look up at Draco with glazed over terror and panic.
"Help me Draco!"
Blaise was calling him. But Draco knew it wasn't Blaise. No it was the last of the air in his lungs being expelled, manipulating Draco's mind into hearing what it wanted to hear.
Blaise's arms were resting on either side of his body. Blood oozed from them too. Or, more appropriately, oozed from his nails. From under his nails and cuticles. Blaise had fought against death, and even upon thinking this Draco knew it was not true. Blaise had not fought and struggled.
But that hardly mattered now.
Now he was dead.
Draco wiped the tears from his eyes and ran from the room, out of the common room and into the hallway...
"Professor Snape!!!" he cried as he ran.
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"Such a dreadful thing, Albus. Do you think it is You-Know-Who?"
Professor McGonnegal clutched onto a hanky as she and the Headmaster walked to his office.
"It's hard to say, Minerva," Dumbledore replied gravely. "It is not in his methods to dispose of people in such a manner but we can not rule it out. It certainly is the work of some great and dark existence."
"Poor boy," McGonnegal said sadly. "He was very promising and was nothing like his parents."
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The next day the news of Blaise's death spread around school before even breakfast. Rumors spread on how he died and why and who did it, as such things happen when students are not informed properly.
"He was torn limb from limb and they can't find his head," a 7th year Ravenclaw boys told a few 1st years.
"It was probably You-Know-You... Zabini never really watched who he was seen with, you know, and..."
"I heard he was found chained to the ceiling. Filch probably you know... He was always in favor for torture."
Harry & Co. looked at each other and Hermione said "You-Know-Who!" and they rushed to the library.
Ginny and her friends, however, were in a state of shock. Was two nights before that they had made comments about a now dead boy's bum? Poor Eleanor. Ginny looked over at her. She was taking it the hardest, joining in on crying for him with a few other girls in the Great Hall.
Ginny couldn't bear it anymore. She jumped up and rushed past the crying students. She ran past the gossipers, those who didn't care, and those who had yet to be shaken from their shock.
On her way down a hall she heard voices coming from near the library. Hurrying towards the noise, Ginny rounded a corner and found Harry & Co. in a fight with Malfoy.
"Oh yeah?" Ron was saying. "Well your worthless friend probably got what he deserved!" This was said in sickening triumph as Harry and even Hermione agreed.
The look on Draco's face was so horrid, Ginny had to look away. It was full of so much pain and anger.
"DID YOU SEE HIM?!" Draco yelled, his back arching a bit. "DID YOU SEE HIM COVERED IN BLOOD? HIS EYES STARING UP AT YOU?!"
Ron and Harry, still looking very uncaring, shrugged.
Ginny was appalled by their heartlessness. She was on them in a few steps.
"Ron! How could you say that?! AND you Harry! And Hermione! You both agreed with him! Slytherin or not it doesn't mean he is not a human being like you! You think you are so high and mighty and that nothing could ever touch you. You are all heartless and, and. Ron and Harry, you are both..." she searched, "...fucking pricks! LEAVE!" She pointed in the opposite direction, "JUST LEAVE! And don't talk to me." Ginny never felt more disgusted in her life. And they were mostly her family!
After they left, Ginny uttered an "URG!" and stalked into the library.
Draco followed her and sat across her table.
"Why did you do that?" Draco asked reproachfully.
"Because Blaise is- was a nice person. He never threw my books down the halls." She looked at him pointedly.
"Is that all?" Draco sneered.
"And because of Tom..." Ginny trailed off, regretting to have brought up the object of her nightmares.
"Tom..." Draco motioned for her to continue.
"Tom Riddle. You know- Voldemort," Ginny responded coldly watching for the recognition of the name that was flitting across his face.
"You seem familiar with him. Have you ever met him?" Draco half- mocked her.
"Yes."
"Ha!" Draco laughed at this. "And you're not dead?"
"Yes, I have met Tom, he's possessed me in fact, thanks to your father," Ginny said angrily. "And I'm not dead because of Harry."
"You're- you opened the Chamber?" Draco said, stricken.
"Yes, and if Tom is back at Hogwarts...I- I don't know if I could bear it. He almost killed me last time."
"And he's killing this time..."
They kept the silence. ----------------------------------------------------
It needed more energy. It was hungry again. It was hunting again.
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Ginny walked out of the library before curfew started. Suddenly something grabbed her.
"What-?"
"Ginny!" came a voice.
Ginny's heart rate slowed as she saw it was Lisa, Eleanor, and Mary.
"Hey guys what's up?"
"What were you doing with Malfoy?" Mary asked, not beating around the bush.
"I wasn't doing any-." Ginny started, puzzled.
"We saw you Ginny; you need to be more careful-." Eleanor started.
"Wait a minute..."Ginny said loudly. "You were spying on me? I can't believe- That's something my brother would do! Not that it's any of your business but we were talking about who may have killed Blaise."
"And did it occur to you that it may have been Draco?" Lisa asked.
Ginny stared at them. "Listen." Her voice was cold. "Don't talk to me about who I shouldn't talk to. Maybe I shouldn't talk to you!"
With that not-so-insulting-insult, she stalked off to bed.
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Translation:
The shadows whispered, "Hunger is a good sauce."
A/N: REVIEW PLEASE!!!! Or you will make me feel unloved.....
Disclaimer: I disclaim! I disclaim! Happy now?
Chapter 3: My Spidey- Sense is Tingling
"Pretend I blew up the school...All the schools...Now that you're dead, what are you gonna to do with your life?"
-Heathers
----------------------------------------------------
The shadows whispered, "Is maith an t-anlann an t-ocras."
Draco stared at his friend.
His dead friend.
Blood was everywhere. On the curtains. On the sheets. On the pillow.
But Blaise seemed untouched by the blood. The blood seemed to move across the sheets and onto the floor, dripping through the mattress.
No, Blaise had very little blood on him. And in him.
The moving blood was not moved by a pumping heart however, it was moving because it had fallen there.
Tears of blood made a pathway down his white face, reminding Draco of the muggle statues of Jesus and Mary that cried blood. Only the statues didn't stare at him so. They didn't look up at Draco with glazed over terror and panic.
"Help me Draco!"
Blaise was calling him. But Draco knew it wasn't Blaise. No it was the last of the air in his lungs being expelled, manipulating Draco's mind into hearing what it wanted to hear.
Blaise's arms were resting on either side of his body. Blood oozed from them too. Or, more appropriately, oozed from his nails. From under his nails and cuticles. Blaise had fought against death, and even upon thinking this Draco knew it was not true. Blaise had not fought and struggled.
But that hardly mattered now.
Now he was dead.
Draco wiped the tears from his eyes and ran from the room, out of the common room and into the hallway...
"Professor Snape!!!" he cried as he ran.
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"Such a dreadful thing, Albus. Do you think it is You-Know-Who?"
Professor McGonnegal clutched onto a hanky as she and the Headmaster walked to his office.
"It's hard to say, Minerva," Dumbledore replied gravely. "It is not in his methods to dispose of people in such a manner but we can not rule it out. It certainly is the work of some great and dark existence."
"Poor boy," McGonnegal said sadly. "He was very promising and was nothing like his parents."
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The next day the news of Blaise's death spread around school before even breakfast. Rumors spread on how he died and why and who did it, as such things happen when students are not informed properly.
"He was torn limb from limb and they can't find his head," a 7th year Ravenclaw boys told a few 1st years.
"It was probably You-Know-You... Zabini never really watched who he was seen with, you know, and..."
"I heard he was found chained to the ceiling. Filch probably you know... He was always in favor for torture."
Harry & Co. looked at each other and Hermione said "You-Know-Who!" and they rushed to the library.
Ginny and her friends, however, were in a state of shock. Was two nights before that they had made comments about a now dead boy's bum? Poor Eleanor. Ginny looked over at her. She was taking it the hardest, joining in on crying for him with a few other girls in the Great Hall.
Ginny couldn't bear it anymore. She jumped up and rushed past the crying students. She ran past the gossipers, those who didn't care, and those who had yet to be shaken from their shock.
On her way down a hall she heard voices coming from near the library. Hurrying towards the noise, Ginny rounded a corner and found Harry & Co. in a fight with Malfoy.
"Oh yeah?" Ron was saying. "Well your worthless friend probably got what he deserved!" This was said in sickening triumph as Harry and even Hermione agreed.
The look on Draco's face was so horrid, Ginny had to look away. It was full of so much pain and anger.
"DID YOU SEE HIM?!" Draco yelled, his back arching a bit. "DID YOU SEE HIM COVERED IN BLOOD? HIS EYES STARING UP AT YOU?!"
Ron and Harry, still looking very uncaring, shrugged.
Ginny was appalled by their heartlessness. She was on them in a few steps.
"Ron! How could you say that?! AND you Harry! And Hermione! You both agreed with him! Slytherin or not it doesn't mean he is not a human being like you! You think you are so high and mighty and that nothing could ever touch you. You are all heartless and, and. Ron and Harry, you are both..." she searched, "...fucking pricks! LEAVE!" She pointed in the opposite direction, "JUST LEAVE! And don't talk to me." Ginny never felt more disgusted in her life. And they were mostly her family!
After they left, Ginny uttered an "URG!" and stalked into the library.
Draco followed her and sat across her table.
"Why did you do that?" Draco asked reproachfully.
"Because Blaise is- was a nice person. He never threw my books down the halls." She looked at him pointedly.
"Is that all?" Draco sneered.
"And because of Tom..." Ginny trailed off, regretting to have brought up the object of her nightmares.
"Tom..." Draco motioned for her to continue.
"Tom Riddle. You know- Voldemort," Ginny responded coldly watching for the recognition of the name that was flitting across his face.
"You seem familiar with him. Have you ever met him?" Draco half- mocked her.
"Yes."
"Ha!" Draco laughed at this. "And you're not dead?"
"Yes, I have met Tom, he's possessed me in fact, thanks to your father," Ginny said angrily. "And I'm not dead because of Harry."
"You're- you opened the Chamber?" Draco said, stricken.
"Yes, and if Tom is back at Hogwarts...I- I don't know if I could bear it. He almost killed me last time."
"And he's killing this time..."
They kept the silence. ----------------------------------------------------
It needed more energy. It was hungry again. It was hunting again.
-------------------------------------------------------
Ginny walked out of the library before curfew started. Suddenly something grabbed her.
"What-?"
"Ginny!" came a voice.
Ginny's heart rate slowed as she saw it was Lisa, Eleanor, and Mary.
"Hey guys what's up?"
"What were you doing with Malfoy?" Mary asked, not beating around the bush.
"I wasn't doing any-." Ginny started, puzzled.
"We saw you Ginny; you need to be more careful-." Eleanor started.
"Wait a minute..."Ginny said loudly. "You were spying on me? I can't believe- That's something my brother would do! Not that it's any of your business but we were talking about who may have killed Blaise."
"And did it occur to you that it may have been Draco?" Lisa asked.
Ginny stared at them. "Listen." Her voice was cold. "Don't talk to me about who I shouldn't talk to. Maybe I shouldn't talk to you!"
With that not-so-insulting-insult, she stalked off to bed.
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Translation:
The shadows whispered, "Hunger is a good sauce."
A/N: REVIEW PLEASE!!!! Or you will make me feel unloved.....
