Chapter 8: Secrets Revealed
A/N: The lyrics the beginning have somewhat meaning. I also like it, LOL. The Beatles rock!
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And any time you feel the pain, Hey Jude (Refrain)
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
- The Beatles, "Hey Jude"
I scream, but no one comes. Thanks alot, Draco. I slowly inch over to the hooded man and I take his hood off, revealing...
Bill.
My Bill. His long hair ratty, his head bruised and bloody, his arms battered and bruised. I cry and run into his arms, hugging him. I don't seem to realize how surreal this is. My Bill is dead. Why is he in my bedroom now?
"B-Bill?"
"Yes, Ginny, it's me...Well, not really...it's hard to explain. But there's no time for that," he answers hurridly.
"What do you mean, there's no time for it? I need to know what's going on, Bill. Aren't you...well...you know?"
Bill sighs. "It's complicated. But really, we have no time for explantions. You need to find something. It's...kind of a key. It will be here. It will be in the shape of the Dark Mark. You need to bring it to Malfoy Manor. The men will be gone by then. You should just simply Apparate to the Manor, then go to your room. Finish the walls, then say this spell." He gives me a piece of folded-up paper. "When you figure out what it means, go back into that room where you got trapped. Draco will know where the door is. You then have to open the door. It will bring you to a room, and.." He turns around with a worried expression. "Listen, I have to go. Do what I told you, and remember, we all love you, and we're watching over you. I love you, Ginny."
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"Ginny? Ginny? Ginny, are you okay?" I feel the odd sensation of being shaken, and all of a sudden I'm on the couch in the living room. Woah... how did I get here?
"H-How did I get here? Where is Bill?" Tears spring to my eyes.
"Bill? Your brother? Gin...he's ...you know... You passed out in your room and I heard you scream, so I went and brought you down here. You were muttering things like 'What do you mean there's no time for it?' and stuff. What happened?"
So it wasn't real. Bill really is dead, and he wasn't back. But, wait... I think about what he told me. I repeat it all back to Draco - somewhat out of context - and he frowns. "What if it was just a dream? We could get ourselves killed going back to the Manor."
I sigh. "We...We'll have to trust my brother. It wasn't just a dream. I could feel him, I could see him...He, he said he was w-watching over m-me...and that ev-everybody l-loves m-me..." I felt tears again. God, I'm such a baby these days (with good reason). "Anyway...we have to look for the key...He said it's 'here,' which could mean the room...or the house..."
"Or the world," Draco adds glumly. I glance over to him and he smiles apologetically. He's been so...wonderful these days. ...Did I just call Draco 'wonderful'? Oh, boy...
"Well, I'll look around in my room, you can start off...in the kitchen if you want..."
Draco nods and walks off to the kitchen.
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IT'S NOT BLOODY ANYWHERE IN MY ROOM!
I've never been good at finding things, be it a comb, a blasted key, a bra, ANYTHING in my room. UUUUGgggghhhh. I did, however, find that toering I lost back in fifth year. Alot of good that does me. I think it might change the world now that my pinkie toe is glittery. Yahoozie.
I grumble and trudge into my parent's room, not even realizing what I'm about to do. I'm about to look in my parent's room... I can't. It makes me feel... Like I'm intruding. I know I'm not, but still. My mum always would go insane if I went into her room without her permission. But now, I guess, I must have it...
I walk in quietly and carefully, as if I'm snooping. I'm not, but I still feel like I'm my six-year-old-self, trying to sneak into my mum's room to try on makeup.
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I walked quietly by the door, practically tiptoeing. Pushing the door open, I crawled to my mum's vanity in the corner. I was almost there... When a somewhat chubby arm gently touched mine. I looked up, startled, into my mother's eyes.
"Ginny, dear, how many times do I have to tell you not to come in my room without asking?"
I frowned and started walking back, but she put her arms around me and lifted me up on her lap. She took her light red, worn brush and ran it through my shoulder-length, firey hair. I smiled, looking in the mirror at the two of us together.
"Ginny, do you think red or light green would look good on your eyes?" mum asked, finishing up my braided hair.
I was still in shock my mum hadn't murdered me yet. "Um..." I remember thinking, "Light green." Her hand reached out in front of me and took the pale, baisley-colored eyeshadow and turned me around. She then told me to close my eyes and I did so. Soon I felt the brush against my eyes, once in a while feeling her finger fix a little mistake in her makeup job. She then blew gently. "Light pink blush, then?" I nodded. I kept my eyes closed, even though I knew she was done. I felt the larger brush against my cheeks, tickling them slightly. I giggled and heard my mum chuckle, too. Then she stopped and told me to turn around and look at myself in the mirror. Excitedly, I turned around and looked... I looked beautiful, for a six year old. My mum had put my hair in some elaborate braid and I looked simply marvelous. Hugging my mother tightly, I ran out of the room to show my brothers that I really was a girl.
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Sitting down, I pick up the light green eyeshadow and put it on my eyes, then the blush. I attempt a braid, but my hair is still chin-length. I open the drawer, now feeling like my six-year-old-self, and see... a picture of myself. At the top. Just a picture of me and a letter. I pick the letter up gingerly, as if it's going to blow up, and my heart nearly stops.
To Ginerva Weasley
Gryffindor
Carefully, I open it up and read it. It wasn't sealed or anything; just folded up neatly. It isn't now though.
Dear Daughter,
So it is your last day as a Gryffindor in Hogwart's, you must be so excited. I know you're going to want to immediatly move out and meet some boyfriend - I heard you still like Harry? That might work out, dear, if you put your mind to it - but please remember to take one day at a time. Growing up too fast means missing out on the little things. I still wish I hadn't tried to be older then I was when I was your age. But it doesn't help to dwell on the past. You may be worried about the future, Ginny. As a matter of fact, you probably are; I know you very well. Don't try to worry too much about what job you want, where to live, who to live with, where to go, etc. etc. Things can change in mere seconds. I just want you to know your family will always be behind you, supporting you, no matter what. (Unless you want to grow up to be a maid or a promiscuous scarlet woman. We would not like that, Ginny, so cross those off your to-do list.)
I speak for the whole family when I say that we are anxiously waiting for your return home. It is going to be a wonderful summer; all of the Weasley's together for the first time under one roof. How funny this will be. How long do you think it will be until Fred and George start scheming about their pranks? I give them about a week and a half until they begin their plans for the Weasley 'Ruin-the' Reunion. If you are the subject of their torment, I am very sorry.
I know at times it may seem hard for you, Ginny, to grow up as the seventh child. To be the youngest, the only girl. It may seem like no one hears you, darling, but please know that if you ever feel unwanted or unheard, seek me out. I always want to be the one to give you that reassuring hug that tells you it's going to be okay. I want to be the one who rubs your back when you're sick, who shelters your head from the storm. And if by some wild chance I cannot be there for you, please imagine I am. Remember, Ginny, I am always there for you, no matter what distances come between us. No matter what seperates us from each other I will always watch over you. I will always be your mother, no matter the fights we have or the miles we are apart. Please remember this.
Well, I must be going now. I have to get ready for Ronald's surprise birthday party! I love you darling, have a wonderful last day.
Hugs and Kisses,
Your Loving Mother
Ps: I know you won't get this until you are home, but I still needed to put my thoughts on paper. I love you!
Oh, my god. This was the last thing my mother ever wrote. The last things she ever thought about me, and she wanted me to know she's always there for me. It's like she wanted me to...know. It's like she knew. Mother's intution, I guess.
And, for the third - ...fourth...fifth... - time today, cry. And this time, it's because I feel completely alone, and at the same time, watched over. Reading this letter only proves what I've known for so long - I'm an orphan. My mother died, my father died, my brothers died. My whole family, gone in an instant. Why? Why did this have to happen to me? Mum is right, I'm always ignored, put down, viewed as another face in the crowd. When I asked to be noticed, I didn't want to be noticed as the girl who's family was killed by obnoxious Death Eaters. Why did it have to happen to me? Why couldn't it happen to some other girl? Why couldn't some horrible girl get what she deserves? Get her just dessert? Why did this happen to me?
So, with new feelings, strengths, weaknesses...I walk around the bedroom, looking for the key with a new intensified attitude. When I find it's not in my mum and dad's room, I look in Ronald's. When it's not there, I look in the kitchen. When it's not there, I...
"Ginny? Is...is this it?" Draco asks, pointing to a large black key with the Dark Mark insignia on it. I shudder at the sign, but nod nevertheless. I bend down to pick it up, and the letter falls out of my pocket. I reach to grab it up, but he has it before me, reading it. I look down, preparing for him to make fun of me, but all he does is fold it up as neatly as it was and pat me on the shoulder as I bend down to pick up the key. When I do...I find that we're being whirled into another place.
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We fall in front of the manor, landing roughly on the floor. I looked at Draco and he nodded, knowing it was time. Walking slowly up to the front doors, we hold hands loosely and open them.
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"Shit," Draco whispers, walking into my room. What?
...Oh, shit.
My room is trashed. My pictures are everywhere. The only thing that wasn't manhandled was my black balloon. What the hell? I kneel down next to my suitcase, starting to check my items, but Draco shakes his head.
"We need to work as fast as possible."
I nod. How could I have been so materialistic? What was I thinking, putting my things away? Duhhh...Idiot!
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DAMN IT.
I never want to see another wall in my bloody LIFE! NEVER AGAIN! My hands are sore and cut slightly, my hair is sticking to the back of my neck, and I've destroyed my shirt, making it now a belly halter top. That's what happens when you work on doing a 100 x 100 foot room. ...Maybe I'm exaggerating. But when you're pulling off wallpaper centimeter by centimeter, you kind of lose track of sanity.
I don't know how Martha Stewart does it.
If she even does it.
Muggles probably have some way-cool machine that, like, steams off the wallpaper. Or something. If not, there should be. I could invent it. I'd make bloody millions! Mental note: invent wallpaper-steamer-offer, make millions, date Tom Felton.
...Isn't Tom Felton hot?
OH MY GOD. All this taking-off-the-wallpaper-by-hand has given me ADD! NOOOOOOO!
I rip off another tiny, 1 x 1 centimeter piece of wallpaper. Oh, how nice, the dot of an I. That helps soooo much. Or it could be a period. Or a comma. Or an 'l' that's missing it's...whole body. Or it could be a ...what are those things called? These: '. A...quotation...excla...i... Uuhh...
"Draco?"
"Yes?"
"What are those things called?" ...Yeah, that explains it, Ginny. 'Things.' "You know...the quotation thingies, but not the double ones, the single ones?"
Draco shrugs. "Who the fuck cares?"
EXCUSE ME!
"I the fuck care!"
"...Are you okay, Ginny?"
"I'm fine! WHY? Do you think I'm crazy? I'm NOT crazy!"
"Maybe you should take a break."
"Why? DO YOU THINK I'M UNABLE TO DO THIS BECAUSE I'M CRAZY!"
"Fine, then don't take a -"
"I'M TAKING A BREAK!"
Draco stares at me blankly and I sit in the corner.
Looking at the wall.
What the hell is wrong with me? ( Sigh ) .
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Hell. We're too good.
When I finally finished moping over absolutely nothing, I helped with the wall.
For seven more bloody hours.
Yes. All together, ten hours of taking-off-the-wallpaper-by-hand.
Anyway, so we finally finish. WE FINALLY DID THE WHOLE THING!
So here I am, staring blankly at this piece of paper Bill gave me, wondering if it makes sense.
Sunlight, moonlight, darkness, death
Remaining always my last breath
Nothing is ever what it seems,
Now tell me what this damn wall means!
I glance over at Draco, and he nods. I lift my wand (which they didn't take. Stupid, huh?) and point it towards the wall, repeating what is on the paper, and all the walls are in clear english.
Oh...my god...
I find myself getting faint, and...
Author's Note: BWAHHAHA! Cliffhanger sorta:D You know you love it. Haha. I'm off of school all next week so you better believe I'll be writing this.
Hope ya'll enjoyed it. I think I did a pretty good job, the only paragraphs I didn't like were 2, 3, and 6. Lol. Anyway please review, mwahaahaha! Kisses,
Lizzeh fo Shizzeh
PS: IF you have aim, send me a crush thing through 'Cupid' my screen name is Iheartspew LOL.
PPS: UGH he hates me -.-
Note From Maggy Who Was Kind Enough To Post This For Liz: OMG IT WAS BILL? OO. What does the wall say? Same as in her dream? Why is she feeling faint? WHATS HAPPENING? ...Liz?...LIZ? TELL ME LIZ!
