Chapter 15
Aine knocked on the door leading to the Fifth Year Girl's Dorm, peeking inside. She raised her eyebrows when she saw Hermione practically gnawing her fingers off on Ginny's bed. "'Ermione?" She asked. "Wha're ye doin'?"
"Oh thank goodness! Have you seen Ginny? She told me she'd be back by now, and Harry isn't back either!" Hermione's hazel eyes were full of worry.
"Is that all ye're worried abou'?" Aine said. "they probably jus' lost track o' time is all."
Hermione shook her head. "No, Aine. We...Remus, a friend of Harry's dad gave us four, me, Ron, Harry, and Ginny," it was a mark of Hermione's distress that her grammar was all over the place, "watches as back-to-school gifts. They're like normal watches, but they also have another face, with four hands which have our names on 'em. And look!" She thrust her wrist out. The two hands which said 'Harry' and 'Ginny' were firmly stuck on 'Mortal Peril'.
Ginny stirred slightly, and frowned. 'Why am I lying on the ground?' She wondered. 'Did I fall out of bed again? No...the floor in the dorm is carpeted. Maybe I've been sleep walking again?'
She opened her eyes and was surprised to see Harry lying next to her. Sitting up, she stroked the side of his face gently. "Harry?" She said, "wake up."
Slowly, Harry opened his eyes. "Where are we?" He asked, puzzled.
Ginny shrugged. "I have no idea."
They both looked around, taking in their surroundings. It was a small room, outfitted as a nursery with pale yellow paint on the walls, white funiture, and cream curtains. The floor was stone, though, for some odd reason.
The colour fled from Harry's face, and Ginny looked at him in concern.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"I know this place." He whispered. Memories from his fourth year came back to haunt him. 'Kill the spare.' "Oh god! Ginny, you have to get out of here!"
"You mean we have to get out of here." Ginny said firmly.
Harry shook his head wildly. "Ginny, you don't understand! It's me he wants! He doesn't even remember you! Oh god, Ginny, you have to go, hide, do something! Only get away from here! I couldn't bear it if he..." Harry trailed off, unable to express himself and frustrated because of it. This always seemed to happen! He knew the feelings, just not the words.
"No, Harry." Ginny replied, "you don't understand. I am not going to leave you here all alone. I-" She stopped. He wasn't ready for that yet. "I care about you." She said lamely. "And I can't leave you here. I'm a part of this too, whether Voldemort knows it or not. I know he stole something from you. Something very important." The pain in Harry's eyes all but broke her heart, "but he stole something from me as well, and I plan to make him very sorry."
"What did he steal from you?" Harry asked, and Ginny smiled slightly, glad he was listening.
"My innocence." She said softly. "Him and Lucius Malfoy...I can never forget that. I...I guess you could say I need closure. Please, Harry, don't ask me to leave." She stood there with bated breath, awaiting his decision. If he asked her to leave, still...she didn't know what she'd do. Silently, she walked around the room, looking at some of the knicknacks. She picked up a soft blue blanket and stroked the material gently. All ready for a boy...Voldemort, maybe?
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to do." He said, his green eyes full of defeat.
Ginny hugged him. This was as close to an 'ok' as she was likely to get. "Thanks." She replied.
"Dea succedo mihi. Ego of vestri consiliarii. Dea queso thy sciential." The blind woman chanted. She looked young, with black hair which curled at her waist and a slim figure encased in jeans and a sweatshirt, but her voice spoke of long years practicing the Craft, and much knowledge and sadness. She was The Seer, told to watch over the Changeling who had so displeased the Fae. And right now, she needed the help of her mistress.
Windchimes sounded, and The Seer could sense the divine presence.
"What is the reason for my visit, Siobhan?" It was said quietly, Lady Brigid was nearly always quiet. She knew things of the past, present, and future, and such knowledge weighed heavily on her. She never expended useless energy.
Siobhan hastened to bow. "Lady Brigid," she said, "it's an 'onour te recieve ye 'ere in my 'ome. Please accept these gifts as tokens o' my-"
"Enough formalities, Siobhan. Cut to the chase."
Siobhan blinked in surprise. Lady Brigid sounded tired. But that wasn't possible...was it? "Er...aye, milady. The Changelin'...she's been in contact with the Vampiress Cleo de Duclair again."
Lady Brigid's anger was palpable, especially to the blind Seer who never saw anything unless it was in one of her visions. "That stupid girl will never have her curse lifted." She snarled. "Keep watching, Siobhan. Remember, however much we should wish it, we cannot interfere."
Siobhan nodded. "Aye, milday. I ken."
"Very well. I shall leave you now."
There was no change in the air, or the sounds of the wind and ocean surrounding Siobhan, but she knew her Lady was gone.
Sighing slightly, Siobhan walked out of the cave and down to the shore's edge, dipping her toes in the cool water her white sightless eyes turned towards the horizon. 'Oh, Aine, child, what are you doing?'
Silver Sparklze: Jemma, Stacey, stop using my fanfiction account when you review. It's rather irritating. But thanks for the thoughts, girls.
Well?
Well what?
Better?
Hell, no! We're still trapped!
But you've got each other.
Gods above, you're such a sap!
Aine knocked on the door leading to the Fifth Year Girl's Dorm, peeking inside. She raised her eyebrows when she saw Hermione practically gnawing her fingers off on Ginny's bed. "'Ermione?" She asked. "Wha're ye doin'?"
"Oh thank goodness! Have you seen Ginny? She told me she'd be back by now, and Harry isn't back either!" Hermione's hazel eyes were full of worry.
"Is that all ye're worried abou'?" Aine said. "they probably jus' lost track o' time is all."
Hermione shook her head. "No, Aine. We...Remus, a friend of Harry's dad gave us four, me, Ron, Harry, and Ginny," it was a mark of Hermione's distress that her grammar was all over the place, "watches as back-to-school gifts. They're like normal watches, but they also have another face, with four hands which have our names on 'em. And look!" She thrust her wrist out. The two hands which said 'Harry' and 'Ginny' were firmly stuck on 'Mortal Peril'.
Ginny stirred slightly, and frowned. 'Why am I lying on the ground?' She wondered. 'Did I fall out of bed again? No...the floor in the dorm is carpeted. Maybe I've been sleep walking again?'
She opened her eyes and was surprised to see Harry lying next to her. Sitting up, she stroked the side of his face gently. "Harry?" She said, "wake up."
Slowly, Harry opened his eyes. "Where are we?" He asked, puzzled.
Ginny shrugged. "I have no idea."
They both looked around, taking in their surroundings. It was a small room, outfitted as a nursery with pale yellow paint on the walls, white funiture, and cream curtains. The floor was stone, though, for some odd reason.
The colour fled from Harry's face, and Ginny looked at him in concern.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"I know this place." He whispered. Memories from his fourth year came back to haunt him. 'Kill the spare.' "Oh god! Ginny, you have to get out of here!"
"You mean we have to get out of here." Ginny said firmly.
Harry shook his head wildly. "Ginny, you don't understand! It's me he wants! He doesn't even remember you! Oh god, Ginny, you have to go, hide, do something! Only get away from here! I couldn't bear it if he..." Harry trailed off, unable to express himself and frustrated because of it. This always seemed to happen! He knew the feelings, just not the words.
"No, Harry." Ginny replied, "you don't understand. I am not going to leave you here all alone. I-" She stopped. He wasn't ready for that yet. "I care about you." She said lamely. "And I can't leave you here. I'm a part of this too, whether Voldemort knows it or not. I know he stole something from you. Something very important." The pain in Harry's eyes all but broke her heart, "but he stole something from me as well, and I plan to make him very sorry."
"What did he steal from you?" Harry asked, and Ginny smiled slightly, glad he was listening.
"My innocence." She said softly. "Him and Lucius Malfoy...I can never forget that. I...I guess you could say I need closure. Please, Harry, don't ask me to leave." She stood there with bated breath, awaiting his decision. If he asked her to leave, still...she didn't know what she'd do. Silently, she walked around the room, looking at some of the knicknacks. She picked up a soft blue blanket and stroked the material gently. All ready for a boy...Voldemort, maybe?
Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to do." He said, his green eyes full of defeat.
Ginny hugged him. This was as close to an 'ok' as she was likely to get. "Thanks." She replied.
"Dea succedo mihi. Ego of vestri consiliarii. Dea queso thy sciential." The blind woman chanted. She looked young, with black hair which curled at her waist and a slim figure encased in jeans and a sweatshirt, but her voice spoke of long years practicing the Craft, and much knowledge and sadness. She was The Seer, told to watch over the Changeling who had so displeased the Fae. And right now, she needed the help of her mistress.
Windchimes sounded, and The Seer could sense the divine presence.
"What is the reason for my visit, Siobhan?" It was said quietly, Lady Brigid was nearly always quiet. She knew things of the past, present, and future, and such knowledge weighed heavily on her. She never expended useless energy.
Siobhan hastened to bow. "Lady Brigid," she said, "it's an 'onour te recieve ye 'ere in my 'ome. Please accept these gifts as tokens o' my-"
"Enough formalities, Siobhan. Cut to the chase."
Siobhan blinked in surprise. Lady Brigid sounded tired. But that wasn't possible...was it? "Er...aye, milady. The Changelin'...she's been in contact with the Vampiress Cleo de Duclair again."
Lady Brigid's anger was palpable, especially to the blind Seer who never saw anything unless it was in one of her visions. "That stupid girl will never have her curse lifted." She snarled. "Keep watching, Siobhan. Remember, however much we should wish it, we cannot interfere."
Siobhan nodded. "Aye, milday. I ken."
"Very well. I shall leave you now."
There was no change in the air, or the sounds of the wind and ocean surrounding Siobhan, but she knew her Lady was gone.
Sighing slightly, Siobhan walked out of the cave and down to the shore's edge, dipping her toes in the cool water her white sightless eyes turned towards the horizon. 'Oh, Aine, child, what are you doing?'
Silver Sparklze: Jemma, Stacey, stop using my fanfiction account when you review. It's rather irritating. But thanks for the thoughts, girls.
Searching4romeo: I'm rather enjoying my holiday, even if I do have to do homework. Gah, school sucks. It's my birthday this Saturday! Whoo!
Aveline: this soon enough for you? Thanks for the review.
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