disclaimer: no, no, no, no, and NO! I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. If I did, then Harry would be in Slytherin, be in love with Draco, and be evil. Sadly, I doubt JKR, who DOES own HP, will do any of that...
warning: you know what I'm gonna say...slash slash...I'm guessing if you're reading this chappie, you've read my others, so do I really have to go over this drill?
also, character deaths. don't like? well, I warned you, so don't complain.
a/n: thanks all who have reviewed and answered my question! hugs and kisses! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I know I'm a hyper-active freak xx)
a/n: apologies! there was a large mistake in the last chapter- when Harry was talking to Ginny in the Great Hall for the first time, I mistakenly wrote 'when lunch was over.' the 'lunch' should've been 'breakfast'. Thank you. Oh, and apologies for all the spelling and grammatical errors I've made in the past chapters – I'm not what one would call a scholar in those areas ;-)
Chapter NineGinny misinterpreted what Harry meant by all of this. "Harry! Stop thinking about suicide! I...I won't let you kill yourself," she said, determination in her voice. She didn't understand why Harry was depressed, but she wouldn't let him end his life.
Harry just turned to her, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Oh no, Ginny. I'm not going to plummet to the ground," he said softly, "You are."
Ginny's eyes widened with fright and confusion. "W-W-What?!" she asked, nearly screaming. Her mind screamed at her to move away, but she seemed locked into place.
Harry just smirked. "You heard me. You are gonna plummet to the ground, and everyone will think it was suicide, due to you being heartbroken," he said casually.
"W-Why?!" she screamed. Run, Ginny, RUN! her mind screamed at her. But her body stayed rooted in the spot.
"Well, it's nothing personal, Weasel. Well, actually it is, but it's not the main reason. It's cause you are close to Neville," he said simply, sneering.
Ginny just stared at him, jaw open. "Well, Weasel, I would love to hang around, but I have places to be, people to kill, stuff to plan. So, sayonara," Harry smirked, casting silencio on theWeasel. Then he moved toward her and pushed her out the window. She opened her mouth, trying to scream, but no noise came out. She saw the ground rush to her and then....darkness.
(a/n: the next paragraph might be considered gruesome by some (my cousin said she felt like throwing up when she read it...I'm not sure why? she does have a really weak stomache) so, uh...there. I warned you. I didn't think it was gruesome, but oh well)
Harry looked down and saw the Weasel's body laying on the ground, head bent backwards, tucked under the girl's back, the neck snapped, and limbs bending ways that were physically impossible.
(a/n: now, was that really that gruesome??? I swear, my cousin is pathetic but I added the warning on her recommendation anyway)
There was no doubt about it –the girl was dead. No one can live when their neck is snapped.
Harry let out a sigh of relief. He had doubted for a while that the fall would've killed the girl, but it had, so he felt better.
Unlocking the door, and getting rid of the silencing charm, Harry left and wandered around the castle for a bit. It wasn't long before he heard a scream coming from outside-
"OH MY FUCKING GOD! GET SOMEONE, QUICK!" the voice shouted. All the students rushed outside, Harry included (so no one would get suspicious).
The screamer was Luna Lovegood, who had gone looking for her depressed friend. (a/n: I know Luna is a little OOC ). Luna was standing at the foot of the Astronomy Tower, looking at the mangled body of Ginny, a crowd of students gaping around her. Harry spotted Draco on the ground, hanging back with the other Slytherins. Harry walked toward the blonde, pulling him into a small hug.
"Whoa, Harry..."the sexy blonde sputtered out, referring to the dead Weasel, "I never knew you were capable of such an...artistic...way of killing people."
Harry smirked, and Draco squeezed Harry's hands.
"Move out of the way! OUT OF THE WAY!" Minerva yelled, pushing her way through the crowd, followed by Snape, Flitwick, and Madame Pomfrey. "I said move-"she stopped dead (no pun intended) when she saw Ginny. Minerva gasped, along with the other teachers. Pomfrey rushed and knelt down next to the red head. Minerva composed herself. "Prefects! Lead your house members back to their houses. NOW!" she shouted sternly. The students obeyed. Harry motioned Draco to go, who kissed him before joining the other Slytherins.
Harry, hidden in the shadows, muttered an invisibility charm (a very powerful spell that required tons of energy). He walked right next to the teachers so he could hear what they were saying.
"-are you sure...?"
"Yes. She is dead. No doubt." Pomfrey answered.
"But why?" Minerva questioned.
"I dunno-"the nurse began.
"She was depressed," stated a dull voice. Harry only then noticed Luna was still there.
"It had to be suicide," the girl continued, eyes never leaving Ginny's body.
"But why would Miss Weasley kill herself?" questioned Snape.
"Neville disappeared this morning, and left without a note to Ginny. All his stuff were still here. She was crying all day, muttering how fucked up her no good life was," the blonde girl said sadly, tears brimming in her eyes. The professors looked shocked, but slowly nodded.
"Miss Lovegood, why don't you get to bed. It's been a trying day." said Flitwick softly. Luna nodded and returned to the castle.
"Flitwick, no doubt Skeeter will hear about this somehow. Make sure the world knows it was suicide – we don't want them panicking, thinking that Hogwarts was attacked by Voldemort. Snape, please owl the Weasleys, informing them, and inviting them to the castle. Poppy, please, erm, take care of the body," Minerva ordered to her colleagues, all of whom nodded and disappeared. Minerva stood there for a moment, looking at the top of the Astronomy Tower. Then, she too headed inside.
Harry ended his invisibility charm and smirked. The fun has just begun. And tomorrow will be even better, he thought, as he walked into the castle, an extra spring in his step.
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Neville was interrupted from his scheming by the sound of four short owl hoots. The signal, he thought, as he let the owl into his secret house. He took the letter from the beak of the owl, and read it.
Mr. Longbottom,
I am sad to inform you that Miss Ginevra Weasley has committed suicide, by jumping from the top of the Astronomy Tower. I don't know what type of relations you and Ginevra had, but Luna Lovegood, a friend of Ginny's had mentioned your name, so I decided to inform you myself of the incident, before you read the paper.
Miss Lovegood thinks Miss Weasley committed suicide due to depression, and had mentioned something about you leaving and not leaving her a note or explanation.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Stand-In Headmistress
Neville reread the letter. It didn't make sense. Ginny wasn't the suicidal type! She would never had killed herself. And didn't she see the note he left her? It was in his trunk, along with the letter to his grandmother-
Oh.
He thought, while sinking into the nearest chair.
Oh.
It suddenly all clicked. Ginny hadn't seen the note. Potter must've been through his things and killed Weasley, deliberately making it seem like suicide. Neville looked out the window. It was Saturday morning, and it was a Hogsmeade trip today for Hogwarts.
If Harry had been through his trunk, and he was going after the people Neville cared about-
Neville sat down and began to write a quick note. He had to warn his Grans now.
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Harry looked around at all the students milling around the village. No one would notice if he, ah, just disappeared for a few hours or so.
The raven green'n'silver haired man smirked. No doubt Neville had heard about Ginny's death by now. In fact, he was probably sending a worthless letter to his grandmother. Silly fuckin boy, Harry thought.
Harry went into a small alleyway in Hogsmeade. He closed his eyes and chanted softly, "G'wexcluwg z'n." (a/n: the 'Language of the Ancients' once again; means 'transport me' ((I know, I know – silly xx)) this spell should kill the average wizard ) The amount of power these two simple words took was immense, and Harry wished he could have apparated instead. But apparating could be traced by the ministry if they so wished, and he couldn't risk leaving any clues behind.
Harry opened his eyes and smirked. He was outside a small cottage with a picket fence. So this is where Longbottom lives, he thought, scoffing at the 'coziness' of the place.
Harry silently entered the gate, and went inside the house. Looking around, he heard pattering coming from what he assumed was the kitchen. Stepping inside the room, he saw an elderly woman making tea dressed in a ratty old bathrobe, humming, her back turned to him. He cleared his throat, and she turned around in surprise. yep, definitely his grandmother, he thought.
The woman squinted at him. "Harry Potter?" she asked, slightly confused.
"Indeed," the boy answered, eyes glinting mischievously, "You are Mrs. Longbottom, are you not?"
"Well, yes I am," she answered, unsure of why the Boy-Who-Lived was here. Probably to sulk at not being the savior of the world anymore, she thought.
"Good. You and Neville are close, correct?" he asked, moving forward.
"Yes. I am all he has left, now that his parents have deceased," she answered proudly.
"As I thought," Harry said, "Don't take this personally, ma'am," he sneered. He then whispered those two fatal words. "Avada Kedavra."
As soon as Mrs. Longbottom hit the floor, a tapping was heard at the window. Harry looked and saw an owl with a letter in its beak.
The letter was addressed to 'Grans'.
Smirking, Harry closed his eyes and chanted, "G'wexcluwg z'n." In a split millisecond, Harry was back in the alleyway of Hogsmeade. Feeling satisfied but exhausted (from using the Ancient Magic), Harry made his way to the Three Broomsticks to meet up with Draco.
He wondered how long it would be until Neville found out about his beloved Grandmother.
-----end of chappie 9-------
Iviana: What is with the suddenly short chapters?
Miku: HA! I knew you were gonna kill Gins, Harry!
Harry: Of course. Who knows. The mudblood or the Weasel could be next...
Draco: (chants) mudblood! mudblood!
well, please review!! kisses
dunno how long till i finish the next one...
as for last chapter's question:
i think the majority said the third option, so that's what will happen.
for what his mark will be, well, Dark-Rain 991, thank you for your idea! i really, really, really, really like it, so i think i will use it, as long as that's ok with you.
and kudos to all of my reviewers, i love you all! and don't worry, harry WON'T become goody golden boy again in the end of this fic! but i'm not gonna tell you what happens - that'd ruin the surprise xx