Note: I apologize for my late update (for chapter 2).

I had just gotten my hands on the new Hary Potter book and I literally couldn't put down until I was through.

Chapter 3

He clutched her tightly and kicked open the door, nearly knocking it off of its hinges and it stepped inside. There was a noise from the door to his right and that too was thrown open. "What the hell is going on?" He snarled and trudged out in a gray gown only to stop short and squint into the darkness. "Draco, what is it? Is Miss Weasley alright?" The dim light fell to reveal a distraught blonde clutching a ghostly-white redhead.

"She's been shaking since a few minutes ago. Damn, I don't know how to stop it, sir." As Severus stepped forward he saw that Ginny was in fact trembling softly now. He placed a pale hand against her forehead and she flinched but did not reopen her eyes.

"Bring her into my chamber." He instructed and backed up so that he could walk past. Once she was on his bed, Draco turned to him.

"What's happening to her?"

"I'm not entirely sure."

He hesitated and then said quietly, "Does Professor Dumbledore know anything?"

"He has a theory, of course." Snape replied tiredly, frowning. "Did you hit her?" He asked curiously and he blinked. "Do you realize the state she is in already? You may have just worsened her chances of surviving this nightmare!"

"She. was. freaking. out. sir." He ground out harshly and went to her side. "She refused to come with me willing. I had to do it."

"No, you didn't. Do you think she's going to want to stay with you when she wakes up and remembers your fist flying at her head?"

"I-" he blinked again and ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"Impossible," he murmured under his breath and Draco stared at him. "this cannot be." He was staring at Draco as if seeing him for the first time before a grimacing smile twitched on his lips. "You haven't fallen for her, have you Draco?"

He gaped at him before he felt the coloring in his cheeks heat up his face. "No, sir."

"You were never good with lying about feelings, you realize?"

"I-" he bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head. "Oh shit." He hissed as he watched her stir. "Why couldn't you have discussed this at any other time?" He ran a hand down his face and groaned. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned and started to thrash again. Suddenly a hand reached out to touch her cheek and she gradually calmed. Severus lifted an eyebrow at this and Draco glared, his breathing light, and his outstretched to caress her skin. "Oh shut up."

She could see him. He was standing staring at the older man but his hand was making her tingle. He couldn't see her at all, she realized that when she screamed for help. She dropped against the wall and the images started to fade. It was like he was right there, she tried to grasp his hand, she could see it from her angle. Her fingers curled around air and someone laughed maliciously beside her. "This is your end," it was all she heard before he grasped her arms and began to drag her away.

"Please," she pleaded. "Let me go."

"There's no reaching the outside world now. That potion you were given has weakened you enough for you to slip into this realm. You're mine now."

Ginny continued to toss and once or twice she clawed at Draco's arm. "She's not waking. Damnit, her pulse, it's dropping. We have to get her out of here." He murmured a spell under his breath and frowned when she let a low whine escape her mouth as the ropes tightened to bind her. "I can't do it any other way," he muttered and picked her up again. "she's too scared. At least this way we can get her to the hosp-"

"She has to go to St. Mungo's," he replied softly.

"Shouldn't you notify the headmaster, sir?"

"Already taken care of."

He looked down at the bound girl in his arms and closed his eyes. How could this have happened so fast? His held her tighter as he and Professor Snape Apparated away from Hogwarts. They landed inside St Mungo's waiting room and he undid her binds, it would have looked odd if he hadn't. They barely made it to the front desk when someone barked, "You bastard! Let her go!" He whirled around gracefully to face the Weasley twins and frowned.

"I'd ask you not to take that tone while I am present, Mr Weasley." Snape growled lightly.

"But she's our sister," commented Fred.

"So we had to, you see." finished George.

"She needs to be watched over by specialists and Madam Pomfrey is simply no good for that. Now, may I ask what you're both doing here, and interrupting the patients no less?"

"We're visiting a friend who had a bit of an accident. What's going on?" George asked with mild arrogance.

"Something supernatural is happening to Miss Weasley and no one is certain of what," Severus explained before pressing on swiftly. "Mr Malfoy here seems to be the one that can calm her." The twins glared but Draco's expression did not change. "And if you're done with your visit then we need to get her to a room. You've delayed those chances."

They had to place her in a section of the hospital where neither had been before (apparently her condition was unidentifiable) with several beds lined up. She was placed in the one next to the window and looked after for a few minutes by two orderlies before either Draco or Severus were allowed in. One of the men had halted Snape and asked to speak with him. Draco glanced over his shoulder and headed in. Dawn had just broke through the drawn curtains and faint rays of light fell arcoss her ashen features. She was whimpering and groping at the bedsheets. "What the fuck's going on in that head of yours, Ginny? Your parents will be here soon, and then I won't be able to see you."

Please. Something fluttered into his mind and he blinked, rapidly shook his head and stood. He could hear Mrs Weasley's voice carrying from the hall. He turned the knob. Draco! This time he turned and stared at her, letting his eyes fall shut and he concentrated. He immediately grabbed her right hand and felt himself falling.

He stood in a dusty cell with chains and whips covering the walls. There was someone in the corner. The shadow moved, moaned, and his eyes widened. He heard the clank of the chains and he gritted his teeth. Foul monster. He breathed in a nauseating scent abruptly and he could not blame the prisoner for getting sick and vomitting all over the cold stone floor. Something caught his eye and he turned to look through the bars at a dimly lit cave-looking walkway. Someone was standing with their hands around the bars, looking savagely in at him. "How did you get here?" He'd asked in a bitter tone. Obviously he was not accustomed to people just showing up with being invited, or at the very least, taken against their will.

"Give her back to me." Draco snarled and the man grinned harshly.

"Never. She's mine you selfish brat!"

"I'm selfish? You've imprisoned this girl for no reason." He stepped forward casually before he grabbed the man's clothing and slammed his face against the steel. "Give. her. back."

"She can't leave," a smile crossed cold features and he continued, "if she attempts it her soul is devoured and she will die. Very ingenius."

"You sick mother fucker." Malfoy raised his wand and shouted "Stupefy!" The men fell backward and hit the wall but not using an Unforgivable on the young wizard. He was thrown against the wall and he felt like his bones were on fire. He was screaming himself hoarse. He could barely breathe.

"You should have learned to stay out of my way." His voice was deathly close to Draco's ear. "Get out!"

His body was convulsing and he was retching and in so much pain that he could barely get up. Someone was hoveing over his body and he could feel something sliding down his the side of his face, it dripped against his hand, which was curled and still up by his head, revealing itself as blood. "What happened?" The voice was thunderous inside his head and he tried to cover his ears, but he was so weak.

"Severus, what's going on?" Draco could hear a second voice.

"Mr Malfoy's collapsed," was the man's reply.

"We need to get him into the bed next to Miss Weasley."

He felt his body being weightlessly lifted and the softness of a cushion against his back. His head hit the pillow and he turned to look at her. She wasn't moving as much as before. "She's drained." Severus reminded him quietly. "What happened to you?"

"She spoke to me."

"Pardon?"

"No, in my head, somehow. I know that sounds unreal." He sat up a bit.

"What did she say?"

"She needed my help. I grasped her hand and I ended up where he's holding her."

Severus inclined his head before asking, "Who? What do you mean?"

"I don't know who, but it wasn't Voldemort, and where, I was in a prison and she was chained to the far wall. I think somehow he influenced her mind, stretched it and pushed his darkness inside her, ultimately holding her hostage in her own head. She's a slave to his needs, wants, and desires. He feeds off her soul bit by bit until her entire being dies."

"Did he say anything to you?"

"That she..." he stopped and bit his lip. If he spoke the next words, then it would be true. "won't be able to come back. He's never going to let her go. He'd kill her before he lets her reach this world."

You shouldn't feel hopeless.

But I do.

Stop it.

He won't let you leave.

Will you still come for me?

I...

Will you, Draco?

What if I can't get you back?

Her next words floated across his subconscious softly.

Then I will die.

The door opened to reveal a rattled looking Molly and Arthur staring straight at their daughter. They moved to be with her, when they touched her face, Draco felt her words etch in his mind.

Mum, Dad. I'm sorry.

There was a buzzing and a nurse walked in, took Ginny's hand and frowned. "Whatever's going on, it's rendered her immoble, she's slipped into a coma."

"No," he moaned weakly and someone grabbed him roughly.

"What did you do?" It was Arthur. "Answer me! What did you do to my little girl?" He choked out and Draco felt the man's tears on his shirt. He could hear Molly crying and Snape sputtering in protest before his head collided with the wall and black wrapped around the edges of his mind and he slipped away.

He had broken his shoulder indefinitely when he landed on his side. His eyes streamed with tears as he raised his head and the dungeon met his gaze. "You came," he looked to his right and saw her hanging limply against the wall, the metal secured around her wrist, her hands dropped and he saw the cuts. Her face was dirty and there were fresh nail marks on her beautiful skin, her red hair was matted and tousled with strands stuck to the wounds on her face, apparently she struggled when he attacked her. She wore the clothing he had lent her and her top was ripped open, exposing a black bra and claw marks very visible on her stomach. Her legs were brought up and she was lying her head sideways on her knees, her eyes scared and unfocused

"Your parents are waiting for you to wake up. Why won't you?"

"I can't. I try and see you, to talk to you, he won't let me. He's been slowly breaking me."

"Who is he, Ginny?"

"His name is Taka and he was with me my entire life, at least that's what he tells me. He doesn't and he doesn't want you helping me."

"Are you okay?"

"I can't wake up." She lowered her head and kept muttering.

"You have to."

"I can't."

"You've got to, Ginny, Please."

"I'm sorry."

"You're only sorry if you've given up," he reassured her.

"I have."

"No, you haven't."

"Go away."

"Gin," he moaned "Please."

"He's coming."

"What?"

"He's going to take the rest of my tonight and you can't save me. I'm going to die and it will be your fault."

He urged her on with his silence, his shoulder throbbing gently.

"Because you were capable of something that he wasn't. You love me and he wants me to himself. Since I've disobeyed him and felt something for you, he wants me gone."

"You-"

"Yes. Now you have to go! Go!"

"No, I'm not leaving you."

"I think it's time to shut you up for good," spoke a rough voice in his ear before pain erupted on the side of his head and he screamed her name before his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell forward.