-Incendio-

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Don't sue, I'm poor. EXCEPTION: I own the Witches of Trane, the Crystal Orb, the flying carpet idea for the story (kinda), the idea that the forests of Albania are next to the Dead Sea, the Door of Serenity, Fabrisia, home of the nymphs and Amethyst Cove.

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CHAPTER 30: The Only One Left (Chapter rated PG-15)

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Meanwhile...

Ginny and Professor Dumbledore quickly shuffled up the right staircase, and down a long, dark hallway. The walls were painted red, with old-fashioned lamps hanging on each wall.

They quickly made another sharp turn. Ginny was surprised at how well her professor seemed to know his way around the odd castle.

Hallways of red faded into blue, then to green and back to red. Ginny didn't know which way was up. Some of the hallways gave the illusion that they were walking at a slant, or the hallways were upside down, and the doors were up by the ceiling, and the broken chandeliers were in the way of their feet, and they had to step around them cautiously. It made Ginny's head swim.

Pretty soon, Ginny couldn't contain her confusion anymore. Dumbledore had been here before! She was sure of it. He walked around like an expert. Suddenly, she became wary of him, and wondered if he was really on her side at all.

"You're right." he said, "I have been here before."

Ginny was perplexed. How did he know what she was thinking?

"You... h-have?" he stuttered, unable to breath. So he was on the bad side! She was following him to her death. With that thought, she stopped in mid stride.

"I'm on your side, Miss Weasley. Believe me, I am. I can't explain now, but you must trust me."

Ginny eyed him suspiciously. He hadn't done anything so far. He seemed to be the old professor, but how could she be sure?

"Okay... If you really are my professor, answer this. What kinds of socks do you like to wear?" she asked, mentally berating herself. What a silly question. But it proved effective.

Dumbledore starting laughing insanely and all the lights that were lighting the dim hallways flickered, and went out.

"My, you are a smart girl." said a deep voice. He laughed again, and a big cloud of green smoke enveloped the frail body of Dumbledore.

Ginny gasped, and tried to move, but was unable. The man had done something to her. She looked down at herself, and she was bound with ropes.

"Looks like you're a bit… tied up at the moment?" the fog said, laughing again. Ginny was dreaming.

That was it. This was all a dream; soon she'd wake up and be fine.

But it wasn't a dream, and she knew it.

She started to scream. Her scream was long, loud, and horrifying. Soon, the green fog moved towards her, and went down her throat, and the screaming stopped. Her throat felt parched and horrible. It felt like she had swallowed a thousand gallons of sand.

Then, the ropes unbound themselves, and the hallway lights turned back on. Everything was silent. Too silent. Ginny could hear and feel her breathing go from ragged and scared, back to a normal pace.

Without her brains consent, Ginny moved into a room on her left, and she closed the door behind her. It was a room filled with jars, jars filled with dead animals. She quickly grabbed some of the jars, and threw them onto the floor, where another green fog was formed, much like the one she just saw.

She laughed a horrible laugh. Ginny didn't want to laugh. Why was she laughing?

She quickly whispered horrible words to the ghost.

"Kill him." then, exited from the room.

She saw for a moment, the frail form of her professor lying on the floor of the hallway. She willed her body to go back for him, to help him, but it wouldn't obey. She had no power. She was possessed.

"You're under my power now." said the same, menacing voice as before.

"Your stupid headmaster was too weak for me. I need someone young, someone pretty. Someone willing to do anything. You've felt this way before, right Ginny? When he possessed you before? Well, he is my slave now. No matter. So are you. But don't feel bad. Being my slave can be a good thing. If you just do what I tell you to do. Oh wait! You don't have a choice!" he laughed.

"After I'm done with you, the force of my power will kill your pathetic human body, and I'll capture my soul in one of my pretty little lockets. I have thousands of them. I even have your father! Stupid git. He thought he could outsmart me? Ha!

"I'm stronger than any man, and three times as smart. Men bow down to my power, begging to be my ally. And guess what? I have their souls trapped in my lockets too. Soon you will be added to my collection. It's a shame that something so pretty…" the possessed Ginny quickly put her hand on her breast, and started to rub it, "will have to go to waste."

Ginny felt disgusting. The filth of a thousand worlds was in her body, and she couldn't stand it.

Ginny started to cry, internally. Externally, the man in her body was leading it down another dark, forbidden hallway.

Ginny was still crying on the inside. She didn't care what he did with her, as long as she didn't hurt anyone she loved. What happened to Ron, and Hermione? Fred and George? Draco? Where was everyone? Harry was supposed to be alive. He shouldn't have died. It wasn't supposed to end that way. He always came to save the day. If he was still alive, he would have saved her, too. But he was dead. Everyone was dead. She was the only one left.

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Hermione and Draco were sifting through many of Lucius Malfoy's papers, deep in the keeps of his secret Dark Arts room, under the library. They had closed the trap door to the room, just incase anyone, or anything, happened to wander in and see what they were doing.

They could only afford to spill a little light, though, and Hermione's eyes ached from the strain of seeing in near complete darkness.

After an hour of this, Hermione was fed up. They'd found nothing. Nothing of their use, anyway. There were a few interesting Dark Arts items, that on any normal occasion, Hermione would have reported to her headmaster, or the ministry, but they were on a mission. They weren't looking for poisonous candles or long coils of Hangman's Rope.

Hermione sighed in defeat.

"Let's go, Draco." she said finally, brushing the stray hairs from her ponytail out of her eyes.

"There's nothing here."

"Uh... Hermione?" he said, "I think you should take a look at this."

Hermione walked over to a floating ball of light that was coming out of the end of Draco's wand. He was holding a scroll. And it wasn't an empty scroll.

"It's a list." he stated, but Hermione had already seen that.

There were at least a hundred names of students from Hogwarts written on the list, and more then half of them were crossed out.

Seamus Finnigan was crossed out. Along with Lisa Turpin, Laura Madley, Andrew Kirke, Su Li, Terence Higgs and many more.

Finally, at the end of the list, were four names that made Hermione gasp in shock, and almost faint. Draco turned a sickly pale.

Ginny Weasley.
Ronald Weasley.
Draco Malfoy.
Hermione Granger.

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Ohhh the suspense. Maybe I won't update for a couple weeks now. ;) I really like this chapter. Didn't rewrite it at all. NOW which plot do you all like better? ;)

random llama127 - Maybe so!

londonmalfoy - I know, right? Well, any rich teenage boy's room is not complete without a big TV and a stereo. Thanks. It is a very creepy house.

XX-Dracos-Dark-Queen-XX - Aww! Thats no fun! If you were writing the story, would you do that:P

Cold-eyes-for-you - Totally. Thanks. I'm not like Lord of the Rings. I tried reading the books, and it was so descriptive, that I almost died from boredom. I love the movies, though. Anyway. You're going to Florida? Which part? I live in Florida. :D Have fun!