Draco's eyes felt like plaster…they had been wrenched open for a good 20 minutes now. The sounds of his children and wife screaming would surely never be purged from his ears and there he was, powerless to stop it.
Ginny struggled against the restraints that Harry had ties painfully tight on her wrists. She was surprised to find that he had used muggle knots rather than a magical knot that would tighten as she struggled. Her body shook still, she cried plaintively as she looked over at Harry. "Please, please…I have to get to my babies."
"They will not be hurt if you just cooperate." He said stoically; he was obviously unfazed by her fervent pleading. Looking up from his magazine, he saw the tears running down her face and smirked. Standing, he moved toward her. "Want to play a game?"
A sob erupted from her throat. "NO! I want my children!" She screamed, bucking hard against the rope. The sheer intensity of her movement serrated her wrists until warm rivulets of crimson blood began to cascade down her pale skin and onto the bedspread.
Harry let out a cold laugh that nearly matched Voldemort's. "I love it when you're feisty." He whispered and crawled across the bed to where she was tied.
Ginny felt sick to her stomach. She was tied to the bed, she couldn't fight him. "Please, Harry…please, if only because I gave birth not 6 weeks ago and I'm not strong enough."
"Oh give it a rest! I'm sick of everyone whining! I am the savior of the bloody world right? Well we need to get rid of filth like you… you led me on for YEARS at Hogwarts. And for what? Cruel revenge?" He spat.
"What?" Ginny gasped, what was he talking about? "Harry, I had a huge crush on you for years and when you never reciprocated those feelings, I HAD to give up!"
Harry threw his leg over her and pressed his hands to her neck. "Lies! You lie!" He screamed. "I should snap your lying neck…if only the Dark Lord didn't want you as the mother."
She winced as he began to peel away her nightgown, exposing her breasts that were full of milk from nursing her children. Every part of her felt dirty and she wanted to kill him for making her feel that way. "So what are you going to do to me?"
Harry smiled and reached down to his pocket. "This is going to be fun…I learned from an old friend that pain and pleasure can be intertwined." He threw a look over to the window. "Good ol' Snape."
Snape? Now this was getting creepier and creepier…Harry, friends with Snape? Who were talking about sadomasochism? She watched as he moved closer, "Don't…Harry this isn't you."
At least it made him stop. "Not me? You think this isn't me?" He threw his head back and let out a raucous laugh. "Don't you get it, you stupid bint? I was never the good guy everyone wanted…in the back of my mind there was always this nagging part of me that drove me to the Dark Lord's side. We are one!"
The wheels in Ginny's mind began to spin. They were one…they were connected…they were—a scream burst forth from her throat as his knife bit into her thigh.
He smiled. "Not so talkative now are we." He whispered and knelt to lap up the blood.
A sharp voice emanated from the doorway. "HARRY!"
"Shit!" He swore, standing up. "Don't move…" He winked at her. "Not as if you could anyway." He shut the door and locked it tightly.
Ginny pulled tightly, wincing as the rawness of her wrists burned against the rope. "Help me!" She screamed, but she knew it was lost.
A tiny voice sounded from beside the bed. "Ginny?" Faye asked quietly, tears streamed down her face.
"Oh Faye!" Ginny gasped, reaching out to her as best she could. "Come here angel."
Faye climbed up onto the bed and laid her head in Ginny's lap. "I want my Goyle and Pansy." She whispered, her tears running down onto Ginny's skin.
The salt of her tears burned into the wound in her thigh. She cried out, suddenly lost in a swirling blue mist of stars and inky black light. There was a voice that filled the room and it was then that Ginny was sure she was dead.
Sound rose higher and higher until Ginny was sure her ears would burst. She looked over at Faye and felt her jaw drop. The girl was no longer dressed in her bed clothes but wearing a toga-like white vestment. "Ginny." She said, her voice no longer that of a child but of a woman twice her age.
"Faye? What's going on?" Her voice shook as she stared up at the celestial being in front of her.
Faye's angelic face lit up with a perfect smile. "I was sent here from the higher council to be your guardian angel.
Ginny gaped at her as Draco's words came flooding back: "There are higher forces at work here Ginny; powers beyond your imagination that are watching over us. Good always triumphs over evil; the powers that be will keep us safe."
A knowing smile crossed her face as Faye read Ginny's thoughts. "That's right Ginny…I am one of the higher forces here on earth; good will triumph over evil."
Concussive force knocked the door off its hinges as Faye floated down the corridor. The singing resumed; the ethereal song echoed down the corridor and Ginny felt no more. Her head lolled to the side and the world went black.
Well boys and girls…are we thoroughly shocked? I hope so…I don't bring original characters in for nothing! Hehe, we're so close to the end I can almost taste it (the taste of paper is really awful, fyi). Keep reviewing! It's your reviews that keep my motivated!