Chapter 12: My Memory Remains

There's nothing where he used to lie

My conversation has run dry

That's what's going on

Nothing's fine, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel

I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor

Illusion never changed into something real

I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

You're a little late, I'm already torn

Torn - Natalie Imbruglia

Author's Note: OH god! I'm soosososososos sorry! I just haven't had the strive for writing these days. It's really sad. And I've been getting alot of reviews to other stories that are making me question if I'm actually good at all. Oh well.

What I have planned for this chapter:

- going to arise the question: is she really seeing her family? was draco right?

- some more draco+ginny sweetness.

- some more snoopage!

- Some more happiness. I can't have Ginny be SO depressed!

:) Enjoy, and sorry!

I awoke with a start, reminding myself where I was. I try to close my eyes again, but find something in my heart telling me not to. Something in my heart telling me to wake the hell up.

I oblige, shuffling tiredly out into the hallway.

"Good afternoon," Draco smirks. "You've been sleeping for hours."

"Damn it all to hell," I sigh, although I'm not completely sure why. What, exactly, am I damning to hell? The hours I slept?

"How did you sleep?"

I give him a look that says, 'you don't want to know,' and he nods. He then clears his throat, "You still want to go to that Diagon Alley memorial? We have to make a reservation..."

I rub my eyes. God, am I not in the mood for a Harry Potter Memorial Blah Blah Blah... "When is it again?"

"Umm..." he flips through the magazine. "2 days. Well, now 1, but yeah."

"Ok..." ...wait. 2 days? Why does that sound familiar? "You have 2 days, you know what you have to do. Tell Hermione 'I love you,' and Ron says 'he loves you. ' I'm going home, Ginny. I'm going home!" Crap... "Okay..um..Draco.. we have 2 days..."

"I know," he says slowly, not getting what I'm leading to.

"No...2 days to something else... But I'm not sure what..."

He looks at me oddly. "Are you okay, Gin?"

I shake my head. "No, I'm not. Harry was in my dreams... and he said that I had 2 days... and that I 'knew what I had to do.' Do you think we have to go back into that room? Maybe... Or maybe we have to... Oh, God, I don't know anymore!" I slide onto the floor of the hallway, where we had been talking. Slowly, he kneels next to me, patting my arm. "I don't know what to do anymore..." I confess, staring at my nails.

"What does your heart tell you to do? ... God, that sounded so wussy..."

I laugh. "I don't know... Heart, what do you tell me to do?" WHY DOESN'T IT ANSWER? IT ALWAYS ANSWERS IN THOSE HALLMARK MOVIES! "...It doesn't know."

Draco rolls his eyes. "C'mon, I'm serious. Now think before my niceness runs out and I say I'm not helping you with any of your dumb plans."

"HEY! MY PLANS ARE NOT DUMB, AND THEY'RE NOT MY PLANS, THEY'RE -" he gives me a look, so I think. Well, I have a really strong feeling that we should go back in that room... but I don't know why. Maybe bringing Draco along will help me find something that I didn't before? "Okay... I think we should go back into that Deatheater room thing... we this time, maybe you can see something of value that I wouldn't have noticed?"

Draco shrugs. "Sounds good..."

I chang into black pants and a tee-shirt, then meet Draco by the door.

"Ready?" He asks. I nod and give a brave, totally fake smile as he opens the door. "Envisile," I whisper, and soon I can't see Draco anymore... we're invisible. "Crap. Draco?" he 'shh's and grabs my hand. With that, we walk through the same twisted hallway.

"So, what did you see already?"

I look around. "Umm... all of this... Oh, that's the knight I crashed into..." I hear a laugh, and I playfully slap Draco.

"Why did you hit me?"

"...Because you were laughing at me. I was just-"

"I didn't laugh..." he says slowly.

"...Stop playing, Draco," I reply, fear evident in my voice.

"Stop playing what?" another voice asks coldly. My eyes are wide and I feel Draco's hand slip out of mine. I look around, but no one is there. Crap! They must have heard me say the spell!

"Who's there?" I ask, on my gaurd and gripping my wand tightly.

"It's Harry," I hear the same voice say...except it really sounds like Harry... "And Mum," and now it sounds like my mum... "And dad..." and now... I can hear my father's voice. My heart feels like it's breaking into pieces as each of my 'family members' say its them.

"Who are you?" I ask, my voice quivering. This isn't right.. I know it's not them..

"Damn, Gin," I hear Fred ... or George? ... scoff, "We only died, like, a year ago and you already forgot us?"

"Fred?"

"George."

My eyes are filled with tears. "I know it's not you..." I feel like I'm going crazy. Why don't I believe it's them?

"What? God we wasted all that energy coming here, and you don't even believe us!" Fred laughs ... but not the same laugh he usually had... its colder, somehow... ruder... evil.

"If you're F-Fred... why don't you show yourself?" I ask. Wow, how come I didn't think of that earlier? "Where's Draco?"

"That traitor doesn't deserve you," I heard my mum say laughingly. "Or is it the other way around?"

What? That was cold... This definitly isn't my mum...

"Who are you, and why are you trying to be my mother?"

The voice changes, now not any of my family members. "You are too easy to screw with!" it says laughingly.

"WHO ARE YOU?" I scream, now afraid. Well, I was afraid before but now I'm more afraid... ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I'M TERRIFIED! GOD! Before it has a chance to answer, I begin running... knocking everything in my path out of my way. I find myself in a room I wasn't in before. It's painted red, the floor a horrid shade of green. Like a christmas card gone horribly wrong. I look around; there's blood on the walls... and a door far ahead of me. I run ahead and open it, and ... oh, God...

It looks exactly like the chamber.

Who the fuck is screwing with my head! Why are they doing this?

I turn around to go back through the door, but someone is standing in my way.

Someone, who's name means I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.

"Tom," I whisper, and he grins widely.

"Miss me?" he asks enticingly, stepping towards me. I grip my wand.

"I thought we got rid of you," I growl.

He laughs. "We? I clearly remember you laying on the floor unconcious, not knowing what was going on, as Harry poorly erased me. But memories last longer, and they are harder to erase. With the help of your little friend, I'm back, and I have all the Weasleys' power under my belt! All except for one little Weasley who escaped my grip..." He reaches out a black-and-white finger toward my chin and I back up.

"What do you mean?"

He laughs again. "You're rather slow, aren't you?" With a wave of his wand - since when does he have a wand? - in front of me is a faded picture, showing the Burrow. As he speaks, the scene depicts his words. "When I found out how weak I was, I decided I couldn't let myself be killed by the stupid twat-who-lived. Where would I get the same amount of power, all in the same bloodline? I asked myself. Then I remembered. That blasted 7 member family. The Weasleys. I had a Deatheater track down your family, see what they were doing... and they told me they were having a little reunion. He said they would all be under one roof. The perfect time to attack! With that, we got all of them... except your blasted father and you, that is. Later that night, I had a deatheater charm your father's heart monitor to force his heart to fail. Now all I had left was you." He smirked, then continued. "So how would I be sure to keep you under my watchful eye? Ah, that's where my little friend comes in. Draco was kind enough to house you, with Mira watching. Mira - you thought she was an Order girl? No. She was a Death Eater. And Draco - you thought he was good? No, he's a Death Eater as well."

"No," I whisper... "No..."

"Yes, yes," he laughs, "You thought he was falling for you? Nope! He was acting. Gifted, isn't he?"

"Harry murdered you... I read it..."

"And that's never stopped me before, has it? As I said before, my memory still remains. Every time you dreamt of your dead relatives... didn't you notice something? You would talk about when they died. They would mention it in some way. And, if you want to get into the technicalities... who killed them? Me. Who's remembering me? You. So thank-you, Ginny Weasley, for keeping me alive!"

"No..." I whisper, tears filling my eyes. "No! YOU MURDERER! YOU INSANE... BASTARD!"

"This whole time... your parents weren't visiting you! Your friends weren't there! It was me. They're dead! What would make you think you were special enough to be visited by the dead? If psychics can't do it, you can't either, I'm afraid," he taunts. "

I'm silent, so he continues. "'Okay, it's not fine! It's not fine at all! Everyone's dying... No one is happy anymore, it's all bad...what happened to the world, Harry?'" He laughs.

"Stop it..." I cry.

"'What happened to the innocence and the childlishness of life? What happened to being too immature? Since when is everyone mature, upset, depressed? Why are there so many new spells for depression and not for getting you awake? How come they're all to get you to go asleep? How come everything is so negative, why isn't anything good! What happened to actually having fun, to smiling and truly meaning it! Even when I'm smiling, I feel like I'm lying. When I'm with Draco and I'm happy, I feel guilty, as if since Ron or Bill or Mum isn't happy, I shouldn't be, either!'"

"Please...stop it!"

"'I want to be normal, Harry! I'm sure other girls don't feel like me, I'm sure no one is having so much difficulty just living! Harry, do you know how hard it is to stay alive? To remind myself why I'm up in the morning? You know what? I've started to forget the reason.' Good. Forget the reason for a very long time, Ginny." And I don't even know what's happening... I just find myself fading...

Author Note: Hope you liked it. Wow, none of that was planned, LMAO! Sorry it took so long. Please review. I would have written more but I have to take a shower and wanted to update it before I forgot. enjoyyy!