Ginny Weasley:
The Lion-Snake Prophecies
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Okay… Rain here (December 2004). I've edited this chapter a bit. I'm going to be going through the chapter's consecutively and re-editing them. Then I'll start writing the next one. I know, I know ... it's been forever. Thank Comet Moon, he emailed and reminded me that since I have some time, I should continue this story!
Ginny's POV on post-book five; lots of plot and heavy into storyline, but of course I can't resist my HG shipping . RH too, but I'm keeping all other characters open. I try to do lots of research into the books but honesty still get lots wrong .. simple things like spelling names that I'm convinced I've finally got right!!! Please read & review to note errors and comment on the writing/story/etc. etc. Check out my favorite authors/stories collection for two or three years worth of HP and Buffy fan fiction! If you like Buffy, check out my other story - Something Green.
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Rain
Prologue
Snakes and Dust
There was so much dust. So much dirt - grim - to be cleaned away. Washed, like the world, stripped of its muggle filth until that sparkling shine could be seen once again.
The eyes glanced around the dust-filled chamber, the green-brown vision a testament to the struggle waging within. Snakes and dust. Snakes and death. Just dust, for now, but soon … soon there would be death and the school would be cleansed, left sparkling with a pure-blood magical sheen equal to the Chamber floor.
Day after day the decrepit chamber was cleaned, and day after day the battle slowly began to turn towards Green's hateful favour. Brown tried to resist, to fight, to defend - but was steadily loosing ground. Every time it found the wash cloth grasped firmly in its hand and could not remember a day without this battle, this floor, another piece of it died. Slowly, steadily, Brown was loosing sight of its former life, while Green steadily remembered its own.
Finally, when the silver floor was once again ready to house the magnificent creature hidden here by ancestors terrible and great - Green threw all of its spirit into the fight. Wrestling control of the throat and vocal cords, Green managed to shape air and sound into a parody of speech. The strange, hiss-like words were now familiar to Brown, but the power contained within these words was not. So much more than "open", these words carried a feeling of a power so old and awful, they caught Brown by surprise. Using this shock to its advantage, Green collected its command like an angry whistle draws dogs, and hurled it into the room.
The creature answered ... snakes and death … and Brown froze in horror. Visceral fear consumed it; a fear so terrible it could swallow whole Brown's fighting spirit. The creature Green's command had released was ancient and awful, and hungry with hatred at being forgotten for too many years. Sensing its first victim, the giant snake slithered towards Brown - it's tongue tasting the air and finding ripe flesh, it's eyes twinkling with dark malice.
Brown tried to move from those terrible eyes, knowing instinctively that to look upon them would be death, but Green laughed and held the body they shared still, knowing that with brown's final decent would come the freedom it so long had desired.
But then, in that moment before death, the silent thing that had been waiting - for twelve long years now, and of course, so much longer than that - finally saw its chance. The resistance that had long suppressed it, constant though unconscious, was finally gone as Brown's entire being focused on refusing Green's final command. Breaking itself free of the boundaries placed so long ago upon it, that ancient power erupted with the full force of its fury. With a roar it leapt free as the creature's eyes turned towards Brown's fighting own. Meeting the snake at midpoint, it roared with terrible glee as it met again in this final battle - cat versus snake, mammal versus reptile, order versus chaos …
But it had risen from its hiding space prematurely. This was not the final battle it had so long anticipated. This was a mere mortal it faced, and the body was not yet ready. It halted the basilisk's death-bringing eyes, but did nothing else as it returned, chastened, into hiding. Now was not yet time...
But Green's awful plan was thwarted. It howling in angry despair, knowing this avenue to freedom was now denied. Brown, still reeling from events it did not understand, had little left with to resist as Green used it's anger to wrestle control of the lips again, ordering the creature into the castle to do what damage and death it could. Green would have revenge for this thwarted escape.
And Brown found itself lost even deeper in the dark despair that clawed at it, as the creature swept off to murder and the strange power fled from sight and sense. It fell to the chamber floor; and as it fell, the green eyes turned hatefully towards it, except that they were no longer green - but red - and full of hateful joy at discovering one last, hidden secret that fool Dumbledore stubbornly thought he could hide …
… and Ginny Weasley woke to shocking reality as the walls of St. Munglo's wobbled into view as memories and nightmares real and imagined faded from sight. Shaking arms took her, and a family rejoiced that their daughter had finally awakened from her ordeal at the Department of Mysteries. They cried together, relieved to have won this latest battle against the ever-enroaching enemy.
While - not to far away - Lord Voldemort raised his red-fire eyes to the castle ceiling and crowed.