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A rocking motion and warm arms wrapped protectively around me, I became conscious with my eyes still closed, looking into the darkness of my own mind. Peace washed over me as I rested, taking in a breath of air and slowly exhaling. I had been asleep, in a deep world of wonderful, peaceful dreams. Somewhere I haven't been in so long. Nothing plagued those dreams; they were pure bliss and enjoyment. But something was wrong, I realized, where was I? What had happened? Where was I before I had slept?
I stired in the strong arms keeping me warm. I tried to open my eyes, to see whom it was who was holding me. My eyelids were heavy, weighing a thousand pounds of never ending darkness. I brought my hand to my face and gently rubbed them open. My vision was foggy and I couldn't make out the person hovering above me but I knew they were male. I kept stirring trying to make my eyes clear from the fog and figure out what was happening. I opened my mouth to say something but my voice wasn't working to my liking either.
"Wah?" I squeaked out. "Where-" but someone placed their hand gently on my lips. I let out a sigh.
"Ginny?" they whispered. Suddenly my head pounded from the noise. It seemed ten times louder then it really was and I was grateful for the whispering. I made a small nodding motion with my head to tell them I heard them, but I was still unsure of who they were. "Gin, its Harry, can you see me?" he asked.
"Sort of," I whispered back.
"Are you okay?" he asked soothingly. "Does your head hurt?" I nodded and could hear him sigh. "Don't worry, we'll get you something for it."
"What happened?" I asked in a feeble, weak voice.
I could feel Harry stir above me. "Do you remember anything at all Gin?" he asked.
I tried to think of where I had been, who I had been with last. An image of the pub came to mind and the cloaked man. Then the scene of the golden Galleon and instinctively my hand wandered down to my pocket where it still lay hidden. I could feel Harry's gaze follow my hand. I sighed and reached into my pocket and pulled out the paper and gold. At the feeling of the coldness between my fingers, everything flooded back. The club, the masks, Jane's dancing, the vodka, the masked man, the dancing, the cold ring on my back… his face.
I gasped, "Where's Ron? Hermione? Jane?" I tried to look around but my vision wasn't clearing fast enough. I struggled in Harry's arms, trying to sit up but he wouldn't let me.
"Gin," I heard Ron's voice. "We're all here!"
"Ginny?" asked Jane. "Are you alright?"
"She needs to rest," I could hear Hermione say. "He hit her right in the back of her head. Don't worry though, Gin, we're all here. You're in the carriage. We're going back to Mayfield Manor."
I relaxed at the news, but what had happened? Why was I here? And why couldn't I remember any of it at all? "How did I get here?" I asked and I could finally make out Harry's face enough to see his expression. I followed his worried gaze to the paper and gold in my hand. I lifted the two objects that had made me feel guilty from the beginning. Everyone watch Harry and I. I could feel tears form in my eyes; I should have said something earlier. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I should have told you…"
Harry brought his hand from underneath me to grasp the paper and gold. He looked at it and read it over and re-read it again. His eyes widened in realization, the same realization I should have had at the mere look of the spidery handwriting. "You got this at the pub," Harry stated. But he didn't seem mad, more like shocked.
"What is it?" I could hear Hermione ask.
"Can I see?" asked Ron.
"What's going on?" inquired Jane.
"Was he there?" Harry asked. "Did he come into the pub himself?"
The hot tears began to flow down my cheeks like they had in my first year when he had held me in this same position. I was scared again like then. I shivered at the thought of being in that chamber again. Everything I had locked away was flooding back and I knew that the only person in the carriage who understood that was Harry. I knew this day would come; it was inevitable, even he had said so. The devil himself had said so and I didn't believe him. Why? Why couldn't I have believed him so that I could prepare myself? Had he told Harry his plan to come back for me? Or was he even planning on coming back for me at all? Or maybe, the correct wording was 'coming back for my life'? Either way it wasn't good, he was too close to Harry. It didn't matter if I died. It was Harry I had to worry about. If he died then the hope of the entire wizarding world was in danger.
"Ginny?" he asked again.
How dare that lying bastard show himself to me after what he had done anyways? Who gave him the right to trick me again! And this time he couldn't tell me he was simply 'withholding the truth'! His lying ass was mine and I would kill the bloody prick if it were the last thing I did. I would do it for everything he had ever caused, all the pain and the blood and it was probably he who was responsible for my father's disappearance. He'll wish he had never been born by the time I was done. For everything he had told me that was a lie, for Harry who could've had a fantastic life if Lily and James were still around, my father, the school, but mostly just because he deserved to die.
"Gin?" Harry asked a little bit louder and I was suddenly brought back to reality.
"What?" I asked confused with the tears trailing my cheeks.
"Was he at the pub?"
I looked down at my hands and finally, after about a moment, I nodded guiltily. "I'm so sorry Harry!" I cried and looked up at his disappointed face. I tried to get up in my misery and panic but he held me firmly against his chest in a sitting position. "I should have said something! I should have tried to contact you as soon as possible!" I struggled with my fear and confusion taking control of me. "When you told me about your scar," I cried. "I knew it was true! I knew it was him! I should have said something! I- I was at the bar… in the club," I stuttered. "I was just sitting there an- and… someone asked me to dance, I did- didn't know who he was. But I was an idiot and said yes!" I pounded on Harry's chest with two small fists trying to free myself from his embrace. But he was stronger then I was but I fought all the same. He sat there calmly, listening. "I'm so stupid! His- his ring. The silver one! It was cold and I could feel it. The bloody ring gave him away! He took-," I shuddered in fear at the mere thought of his presence. "He took off his mask, it was him, I swear to God it was. So I ran, what else could I do, I didn't have my wand, so I ran…"
I couldn't remember any more and my crying was making it hard to speak. I still struggled with Harry with failing attempts and soon I just gave up, crying my heart out. Harry was frowning and the guilt inside of me just wouldn't subside. But nevertheless, Harry put his hand on the back of my pounding head and lightly guided it to his chest. I rested my head there for almost the rest of the trip and almost nothing was said. But I knew terrified, angered, and worried looks were being exchanged all around me. But Harry didn't move, he kept his head resting on top of mine, never shifting or moving. A sense of security washed over me as my gasps for air from my tears lessened, but the guilt remained like a deathly weight on my heart.
As the carriage careened through the village I whispered in Harry's ear while the conversation picked up a bit, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
Ron, Hermione and Jane were talking about something along the lines of sleeping arrangements and guessing how many Ministry Officials were going to be at Jane's doorstep when we arrived. Rain was pelting the windows as we went and the rocking motion no longer soothed me.
After a moment Harry spoke to me quietly enough that the others wouldn't hear or notice, "It's not your fault, Gin. I knew he was here too."
I looked up at him through my tears, confused at the statement. "You knew?" I repeated.
Harry nodded. "I didn't know he was serious about coming for you again, Gin, otherwise I would have told you. It's not your fault at all. We didn't come here just to visit. Well, at least I didn't, not that I didn't want to, trust me I did. But I dragged them here, asked Jane to come and see you and begged her to say nothing about it. She didn't. I'm sorry I had to make your friend deceive you, but I was worried."
I smiled; it was a relief to know I wasn't the only one who had kept the truth to them selves. But I was also nervous that he had come all this way when he thought he was helping, but he was merely putting himself in danger, there was no way that the stress of having him so close would help. He had to get away, if Voldemort was here, then Harry should be on the opposite side of the world, or at least in Hogwarts. Just one more night, I told myself, one more night.
The carriage slowed down and I pulled the curtain on the window back just far enough to get a small glance at Jane's house… and the multitudes of reporters and photographers standing out in the rain. They all started coming towards the carriage, their cameras flashing in the darkness and their cloaks wrapped tightly around them. Dixie, Sprite and Kelsey were attempting to shoo them all away, obviously they knew what had happened; maybe Harry had told them.
I suddenly felt like a burden, the type that friends and family always have to look after, watch every second, help at every task or obstacle thrown their way. I felt like I was being weak, scared and completely pathetic! The kind of pathetic-ness that was just… well, sad! I felt angry with myself, all that I had ever strived to be since the chamber incident was being changed and proven as a front, a mask, something to hide behind. Well I wouldn't have it, not me, oh no. I'll show those reporters that I'm completely unfazed, disregarding the fact that I still do not know what happened before I woke up in Harry's arms. But I'll pretend, just for the five seconds that it will take me to walk up those steps into that house that I am strong. Which I am. With or without the major painful lump that is most defiantly forming on the back of my fragile scull, but that's not the point.
The carriage stopped and I could hear knocking, or more like pounding on the locked carriage door. Harry turned to me and asked, "You ready?"
"Of course!" I said with my head held high. "Why wouldn't I be? Harry, sometimes you underestimate me," I said with a coy smile playing at my lips. Harry gave me an all-knowing grin.
He opened the door with a swish of his wand and pulled his hood over his head to shield him from the rain and the cameras. I did the same along with Ron, Hermione and Jane. Harry motioned to the others to go first. Ron helped Jane out followed by Hermione. I could hear Hermione mouthing off to some demanding reports with camera. Harry offered me his hand and I gently took it. He hopped out and I followed. He kept himself directly in front of me to block the unwanted flashes. My knees buckled and my head pounded, the sky was most certainly black with clouds but for a moment I thought it was a light yellow. My eyes automatically closed and my legs turned to a useless mass of muscle and bone as I fell.
Just before I hit the puddles bellow me Harry grabbed me and supported my weight by putting my arm around his shoulders. My breathing became heavy with exhaustion and Harry gave me a worried glance. He seemed to make up his mind and put both my arms around his neck and lifted me off the ground as if I were a child. To my dismay I could hear one of the reporters question our relationship, I was not dating Harry Potter. I don't care what they say. My head was pounding and the rain fell like there was an angry God in the skies.
Harry pushed through the crowds and Hermione and Ron walked in front of us, trying their best to hold them back for him.
"What exactly happened to Ms. Weasley tonight?" questioned a woman in a long green cloak.
"No comment!" Ron roared again and again.
"Why can't Ms. Weasley walk?" asked another reporter.
"Just some side effects of the spell," replied Hermione. What spell? What was happening?
"Where did it occur?"
"How did you get away?"
"Was it really He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" exclaimed another.
My head was spinning and it felt like the earth was being pulled out from right under my- or Harry's- feet. I sighed, maybe being weak, just once, wasn't so bad. Maybe one needed help every now and then. I gave up, what else could I do? I wrapped my arms around Harry's neck and held on tight, wishing that I had never gone out to that club in the first place. I closed my eyes, wishing everything away…
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I sat in the dark again, hiding away. They forced me to hide. No, correction, he forced me to hide. He took away everything I was and he wonders, he wonders why I try to kill him. Oh but trust me when I say I will kill that bloody Boy-Who-Lived! I will kill that very boy that my dear Ginevra was so desperately clinging to. How dare he play the hero! How dare he!!!
I sat in front of the fire that was slowly dying away, staring down at the picture on the front page of the Daily Prophet. The image made my blood curl, the very evil in my veins reaching out to strangle that boy who thought himself a man. The image seemed to glare at me, mock my failure. In it Ginevra looked weak and tired, but her face was set in a determined expression, but I could see past that. She was scared. The picture moved as her knees buckled beneath her and Potter caught her in his arms. She clung to him as if he were the savior or some sort of godly hero. She shouldn't be with him right now; she should be here, with me. I glared at the image for another minute before I began to read, even though the incident had only been two hours ago.
Ginny Weasley Attacked By He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named: Coincidence?
Earlier this morning, at one o'clock am, Ginevra Weasley, better known as Ginny was unexpectedly attacked by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in a local Hogsmead club. Ms. Weasley was seen entering the club with Harry Potter and a few other friends. Reliable sources say that Ms. Weasley was sitting alone when someone wearing a mask (the clubs rules: each person attending must wear a mask of some description) approached her. They attacked with a harmful sleeping spell normally used on the uncooperative Azkaban prisoners and by Death Eaters. Thankfully the girl escaped, not being able to defend herself for her wand was left with a friend. Minutes later Harry Potter, her brother and two unidentified friends were seen exiting the club in a panic. Ministry officials are still unsure of all the details and questioning was certainly impossible due to Ms. Weasley's head injuries and side effects of the spell.
But earlier this month her father, Arthur Weasley, went missing and is presumably dead. That attack was also just recently traced back to Death Eaters and the Ministry is on the look out. Also in Ms. Weasley's first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry she was used in a plot to attack Harry Potter and the school through the force of the Chamber of Secrets. Is He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named plotting against Ginny Weasley and her family or is it just our imagination?
Stay alert and read the Daily Prophet for updates on the story.
Plotting against her and her family? Now they must all be out of their minds. If I were plotting against her I would have killed her, not tried to put her to sleep! They obviously needed a reality check those imbecile mudbloods! I tore the photo out of the paper and crumpled the remaining newspaper and threw it into the fireplace. I stared down at Ginevra's innocent yet haunted face. I walked over to a wall on which I had many articles and took a pin from my desk. I held up the photo to the wall and I smirked. I jabbed the pin right on Potter's scar, he won't be around long enough to intervene with my plans. It was a shame that Ginevra was convinced I was going to hurt her, but I can't possibly blame her for such an accusation. Maybe it was time to set things straight. But as soon as Ginevra is here, I will kill that bloody Boy-Who-Lived…
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The front door slammed shut and I opened my eyes again. I was sure each photographer got a good up close shot of me to my own dismay. But nevertheless I was overjoyed to be away from it. The foyer of the house was dark and the shadows were looming in the corners. It sent a shiver up my spine even though I usually found beauty in it all. Was I going to be paranoid for the rest of my life? I had just gotten over my first year incident and yet here I was again afraid of things I once overlooked and disregarded.
Harry looked down at my panicked face. "Are you okay Gin?"
"Yeah, I think I can walk again Harry," I replied with a grin.
"Oh! Of course, my bad," he said in a hurry and lightly put me down. Through the darkness I thought I could see a light shade of red spread across his cheeks.
I was a little shaky but I turned to the other four, "Well, I think I'm going to try to rest," I declared.
"Oh! Okay, then we'll run the plans over you all," Jane said.
"Well, first of all," Hermione began. "Jane and I will set up some beds in Ginny's room and sleep there with her. Harry, you and Ron will sleep in the same room together too. Should either of the rooms find something or hear anything suspicious, there will be two house elves outside each room to send the message on and the other will go check it out."
"There is a prime target in each room," Jane interjected. "Harry and Ginny. So we have set up rooms on the opposite sides of the house to keep them apart."
"What's the point of that?" asked Ron dumbfounded.
I rolled my eyes to the heavens and Hermione shook her head. Disappointment and despair crossed her face for a mere second before it was replaced by worry. "In case Voldemort comes, Ron, it won't be so easy to get both of them," she whispered but not for fear that someone would hear, but for pure dismay and worry that the very scenario would take place.
A silence swept the five of us as the real dangers of what happened in the club became reality. Nothing was safe anymore now that we had proof he was back and after us. And still nobody knew what Tom looked like, only Harry, Dumbledore and me. Nobody could warn us if they spotted him, nobody could owl us to report a spotting, he could run around London without a mask and nobody would give him a second glance. I shivered at the thought, now I needed to have someone bigger and stronger and hopefully more magically powerful then me with me at all times, like a bloody bodyguard.
"Well," I broke the silence. "Maybe it's best that way, let's all try and get some rest. I'm sorry I dragged you all into this." With that I tried to turn and leave but Harry grabbed my arm, I looked at him.
"Ginny," he said. "You didn't drag us into this. I dragged Hermione and Ron into this whole thing a long time ago; they're both going on their seventh year putting up with me. And I was the one who pulled Jane into this, I asked her to come out here to see you."
"But I asked her to stay here in the first place," I countered. "If I hadn't lived here to begin with then you wouldn't have been inclined to come."
"Actually," interrupted Jane. "I offered for you to live here in the summer, Gin, so you didn't 'drag' me into this."
"I'm still sorry," I replied stubbornly. I turned to leave and they all followed me up the staircases to the bedrooms.
We parted from the boys at the top of the stairs and headed towards my room. When we walked in there were two more massive beds set up and Hermione's things were already at the foot of one and Jane's Hogwarts trunk packed and in front of the other. Dixie was already packing my things into my own trunk, although there was a rather large pile of clothes that she was throwing off to the side.
"Um, Dixie?" I asked with a quizzical look. "Why are you throwing my clothes over there, though I am very grateful to you for packing for me…"
Dixie jumped and turned to face me. "Oh Miss!" she said. "Mistress Mayfield, the lady of the house, has order a whole new wardrobe for Miss. It will be here for Miss tomorrow Miss!" she said cheerily.
I was shocked. I looked over to Jane; she had a smirk plastered on her face. "Your mother bought me a wardrobe?!" I exclaimed.
"Of course!" she said. "You too 'Mione, but yours is already packed, but we liked most of your clothes anyways so you got to keep a lot."
Hermione and me jumped on Jane giving her a massive hug and we all broke into giggles as Jane hit us with one of her pillows. Hermione hit her back after stealing one of mine. Soon the stuffing from the pillows was flying everywhere with Dixie, Sprite and Kelsey trying to clean it up. About three or so hours later, after Dixie had gotten me something for my pounding headache, we were all dressed in our new fancy silk pajamas (mine arrived earlier then the rest of my clothes) and were getting into bed.
That night I tried desperately to sleep, I tossed and turned and even tried to sleep without blankets but found it was just too cold. I was always either too cold or too warm, the blankets were always too messy or too neat, I had a major headache or just couldn't feel anything at all for almost the whole night! Well it must be past three already, I had been there for hours on end! I turned my head towards the massive grandfather clock looming in the shadows of the corner. It was only quarter to three. I sighed. Tossing and turning all night would get me nowhere.
My frustration was getting the better of me and I was blinded by my sleepless night. I threw the expensive sheets off of me and realize exactly how fast winter was coming and how thin my silk pajamas were. I shivered and pulled on a fluffy white bathrobe I had been borrowing from Jane for the summer. I wrapped it tightly around me and put on some warm slippers quietly, sneaking past the sleeping forms of Hermione and Jane.
I walked to the other side of the room and opened the door. It swung open with a creek. I tensed and looked back over to Hermione and Jane. They didn't shift a millimeter and I sighed in relief. I squeezed through the small crack in the door and quietly pulled it shut behind me. I looked around me at the dark hallway that seemed to make me want to run. But no, I am not going to afraid my whole life; I will stand up to my newfound fear of the dark. That will be my new school year resolution even though it had nothing to do with magical academics it was good enough.
I decided to wander over to the music room where I had left something of mine. As I walked along the halls the hairs on the back of my neck seemed to stand on end. I shook my head and rubbed my hand on my neck to get rid of the feeling but to no avail. I pushed open the door painted a nice warm golden colour and wandered slowly over to the window where a little black notebook lay open on the piano bench. I sat down at the piano and opened it up. I sighed, I had nothing better to do so I sat in the dark and began to play the musical notes scribbled in it.
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I had been watching her almost all night toss and turn as she attempted to sleep. She soon got tired of trying I suppose so I followed her down to the music room and therefore, here I stand on the balcony listening to her play the piano. She wrote her own songs; I distinctly remember her telling me about that in her first year, although then I'm sure she wasn't as good a pianist. Her red hair was shining in the moonlight and I was trying so hard not to walk over there and sit beside her. Why? I didn't know, I was here solely for business. But is capturing Ginevra really business? Well that wasn't the point, nonsense, of course it's business, it's my business.
She stopped playing all of the sudden and I could see her petite body turn to examine the room. I must admit it was a beautiful room but not as beautiful as the woman Ginevra had grown into. She sighed quietly; so faint that if one weren't listening acutely it would pass them by. But she turned back to the piano as her hands hovered over the ivory keys. She paused to compose herself and sit up straight, stretching her small torso as high as it could go.
Her hands touched the keys ever so lightly yet boldly enough to make the most graceful, beautiful song I had ever heard composed. I had never imagined the talent she had for no matter how bad I wanted to; I couldn't hear Ginevra through the diary. I didn't recognize the rhythm so I assumed it was indeed her song. To accompany the piano, her voice graced the song as she sang just loud enough for me to hear.
"I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone"
Somehow the lyrics couldn't help but remind me of what I had thought she would feel towards me. But it was a preposterous idea to think that she would have written a song about such things for the world to hear. By now she must have told others she could play and sing for she didn't before. But then again she was singing at night and in what she assumed was an empty room. But her voice was so strong yet quiet. She hit every note perfectly.
"These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hands through all of these years
But you still have
All of me"
Yes, indeed ironically exactly what I had imagined. But I had never known that these feelings would mostly be regret, I thought they would be more angered, but then again the song was more about the effect I had on her then towards me. I was sure that if the song had been meant for me, it would be much, much more dreadful. Even such a petite girl such as Ginevra could conjure up something worthy of my worry, not fear, but possibly worry.
"You used to captivated me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me"
I finally decided to interrupt, or at least make my presence known. I slowly pushed the balcony door open and a small breeze entered the room but Ginevra didn't seem to notice. I closed it firmly behind me and whispered a locking spell almost silently just to make sure that Ginevra didn't try to run. She couldn't get out of the room now, I had made sure of it of course.
"These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hands through all of these years
But you still have-"
I dropped a golden Galleon purposely on the ground and let it sound throughout the music room. It's ring echoed in the tall ceiling and Ginevra jumped almost a foot into the air and spun around to face me alarmed, cutting her song short. I smirked at her surprise. She stood up quickly as soon as she recognized my face. And so she should due to the fact she was singing about it.
"Accio wand," I said quietly and her long mahogany wand flew from her robe pocket neatly into my hands. Her big honey eyes wide as they were when I surprised her with a dance at the club not many hours ago. "You have nowhere to run this time Ginevra," I said to her quietly as she began to back away. "Really, love, you should have taken your friends advice and stayed in your room with them. Honestly darling, you would be safer there… that is if you consider me a threat." I could see her shudder at my voice and even if she wanted to, she was much to weak from my previous spell to fight me.
"What do you want?!" she said, all of the sudden rather brave. "How long have you been here? Why won't you leave me alone!"
The line was more of a statement then a question. And even if it weren't I knew that she had the answer but merely refused to accept it. "Oh, I think you know, Ginevra."
"Do I?" she challenged. I could see crystal tears of a mixture of rage, fear, and loss form in her eyes. Her small hands formed fists. "Do I really?" I could hear the rage in her voice, much more like I expected. "Do I even know anything about what your motives are, Tom?!" she spat my name like it was venom. I felt something strange trigger in my stomach, something that was almost unknown to me. "I'm pretty sure I am damn oblivious in your eyes! So what the bloody hell are you now, hm?" she demanded as the first tear trickled down her pale cream skin.
"I'm not sure I know what you mean by that love."
"Oh bloody hell! You know exactly what I mean! Don't fucking play with me Tom!" she screamed. "Don't you play with m-me," she began to cry and her tears were making it difficult for her to speak. She shivered, finally feeling the cold air I had let in moments before.
I noticed that the smirk I had been sporting was gone and all I was doing was staring at her. "Now, Ginevra," I said approaching her. She tried to move but I followed her until the couch prevented her from moving away. "I can't possibly explain anything to you when you're in such a state." She seemed to be panicking again but I couldn't really blame her. "You won't be able to listen," I finished as I took a single step closer and startled her into falling back into a sitting position on the couch.
I hovered above her close enough to hear the terrified pounding of her heart and to see her lungs force her chest to rise and fall at very short intervals. She mustered up enough courage to ask, "Why are you back here? Why are you bothering me?" in a hushed voice that showed her meek side.
"Did I not promise you that I'd be back for you love?" I replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world to do. I chuckled. "Ginevra, I may have lied to you about some things, but some were true."
"Some, Tom, some," she replied as she rested her legs beneath herself. "I wouldn't know what was true and what was the 'variation of the truth' at age eleven!"
I smirked. "Quoting me now are we Ginevra?" I asked quietly. Pink began to spread across her cheeks as the tears fell. "But I didn't expect this to be easy anyways," I said to her.
Her eyes grew wider as she began to realize what I was doing here and what was and was not the 'variation of the truth'. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "What didn't you expect to be easy?"
But of course I didn't need to waste my breath on knowledge she already had so I grinned what I knew was probably an evil grin. But nevertheless she got the message and stood up on shaky legs. She was so much shorter then me I now realized as she stood a mere inch before me. If I were to lean down I was sure I got touch her lips with my own. But what an idiotic idea that was. Kissing her right now was out of the question.
My mind was brought back from my reminisce as I felt her move away from me again and head towards the door slowly, never letting her eyes leave me. I sighed; maybe I was tired of this game of hide and seek. Or maybe I was tired of having the only person I… not cared for, no, but worried about, possibly, run away from me, treat me like the devil although I should be used to such things at this point. But I didn't feel like stopping her, but her fate on the other side of that door may not be exactly the escape route she wanted. I frowned. But I need her, dare I admit that to anyone, no. But saying such things in my own mind weren't as dangerous, although it couldn't possibly be true.
But I let her go, with a frown upon my face, she walked towards the door a bit faster, I think she noticed my expression. She turned the door handle and when I remained still she pulled it open and ran out. She turned the corner and out of view when I heard a muffled scream and that strange thing in my stomach triggered once more. Lucius turned the corner into the room shutting the door behind him. In his arms he held Ginevra back as she struggled. I shook my head and approached.
I came dangerously close to her face. She couldn't make a sound for Lucius's hand covered her mouth. "Do not try and run from me again, Ginevra. You know you can't win," I said menacingly.
I small whimper came from the poor girl as Lucius spoke, "My Lord, the carriage is waiting."
"I am aware Lucius!" I said loudly. "Be quiet! Both of you, I hear someone coming!"
There were footsteps just outside the door to the music room and I could hear someone calling out for Ginevra. I pulled out my wand and lazily waved in front of me. The person knocked on the door and pushed it open. It was that mudblood girl, what was her name? No matter, I flicked my wrist and the doors shut behind her. With another flick of my wrist her wand was in my hands. She screamed in shock and I could hear Ginevra try to yell at me for what I was about to do.
Ginevra was screaming through Luicus's hand and was fighting with him with all her strength. "Now Ginevra," I said after whispering something under my breath that caused ropes to shoot from the tip of my wand and tie the mudblood up so tight she fell over. She was thrashing and fighting her new rope restraints as I spoke to Ginevra with my back to her to show how much I disliked her kind and didn't care for her. "Love, I can't simply leave her here to yell for Potter! Plus, she won't feel anything if you promise me one thing," I whispered in her ear what I wanted from her in return. I watched her eyes grow wide.
I motioned to Lucius to remove his hand to let her speak. "On one condition," she said loud enough for the mudblood to hear. "You have to leave Hermione alone, and you can't hurt my friends or family!" she demanded.
I smirked. "You drive a hard bargain, Ginevra," I replied. "But I suppose that can be arranged, with the exception of Potter, you know I can't promise you him."
"Harry, is my friend," she demanded in a small voice. "You have to leave him too, or I won't do it."
"Well," I said in a grave voice, faking my way to what I wanted. "I suppose then, love, we have no deal." I raised my hand in the air in a dangerous manner towards the mudblood.
"Wait!" she shouted. "No! Please don't! I'll do it! Please, I promise!" I decided that I wouldn't answer her until she called me by name. "Please!"
It was taking her too long to get the message so I decided to give her a hint. "Who on earth are you begging with my love?" I said with a smirk.
She glanced down at her friend and back at me, pleading. Her pained gaze hit me hard, like a brick. "Tom… please?" she whispered.
I watched the mudblood as she squirmed and thrashed, not being able to speak for the silencing charm was still placed upon her. I smirked at Ginevra and lowered my wand for a moment. "Did I mention, Ginevra, that you are a very talented singer?" I said.
Tears fell down her face and I nodded to Lucius and he placed a silencing charm on her. He pulled her out onto the balcony and got onto his broom to lower her down to the carriage that was prepared for her. I followed them with my gaze until they were out of sight. I turned back to the mudblood on the ground and took off the silencing charm and crouched down by her to play with her mind.
"Now, you are Ginevra's friend are you not?" I asked kindly with and evil grin on my face. The girl tried to move but she couldn't so I took that as a yes. "I bet you regret walking into this room and so rudely interrupting me now, don't you? No matter though. So, tell me, what is she afraid of?"
The girl smirked. I must admit I was slightly shocked at the motion due to the fact that she was at the mercy of the most lethal wizard in the world. She was very bold. "You," she said. "You are her only fear…"
My rage got the better of me as I stood and raised my wand. A flash of light erupted from the tip, blinding me and the only thing I could hear was her scream.
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Author's Note: Muah haha! Aren't I an evil person, a nice cliffhanger for you all? Now I can't decide whether or not to kill Hermione. So review and tell me your opinion and wait for my next update to find out what happens. I already know the idea and format and pretty much what I'm going to put in the next chapter except for the Hermione part. All I got to do now is write it. And again, if you don't like the idea of Ginny singing and writing her own songs review and tell me about it! Well now I'm on Christmas break so as your present, because my family doesn't really do Christmas, I'll give you another chapter soon. But the deal is that I need at least 15, yes that's right, you read it correctly, 15 reviews. So the sooner you review then the faster you get the next chapter. I mean c'mon guys I need a little inspiration. And another thing is that I decided to leave the rating until there's something really bad. And when that happens I'll put a warning at the beginning of that chapter and remind you at the end. So thanks so much guys for your support and interest in the fic. I appreciate it! And remember… 15 REVIEWS!!!
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