"MUM, DAD!" She screamed as flames billow around her. 'I have to get out of here!' her mind was screaming." The shreaks of death were splitting through the air. "MUM!" Ginny screamed as a large burning branch fell to the ground at her feet. Her red hair was flying behind her as she ran out of the smoke and the fire.
"MUM! DAD!" She screamed again, desprately as all the noise stopped except for the gentle crackleing of the fire and an occasional crashing sound as the support beams of her house gave out. The magical fire swirled around the house...or what was left of it. "MUM!" She screamed, her voice cracking. There was silence.
"mum...dad...don't leave me here alone..." Ginny whispered, sinking to her knees, tears stinging at the edges of her large, enchanting eyes. "Don't..." She whispered, her voice fadeing. The moment was broken as a large groan came from the house, and it fell, leaving only the bottom stone walls standing as the fire burnt up everything else in its path.
Ginny yelled out as a large piece of flameing wood hit the ground next to her. Her eyes widened in fear as she rolled out of the way. Grunting, she stood quickly. Flames enclosed her from all sides, ashes flying at her. Ginny whiped out her wand, walking caushously towards the edge of the fallen beam.
"ACCIO WATER!" She screamed, as she tryed to summon water to the spot. Nothing came. Takeing a deep breath, she backed up and jumped over the flames, screaming as they burnt her legs. Stumbleing, she regained her balance and took off in the direction of the forest, leaping over brances and dodgeing low hanging brantches.
The smoke traveled with her, as if raceing her. Ginny panted hevily, coughing and sputtering as there was not much clear air. She ran untill she could no longer see smoke. She had no idea how long she had been running, or where she went, but before her lie a stream. She jumped towards it and cupped her hands, drinking as fast as humanly possible, sputtering, chokeing on the air around her.
The sweet taste of the fresh water on her tounge and the rushing coolness that sent shivvers down her spine caused her to cough, but all she could do was drink more. Gasping, she lowered her head into her hands and sobbed.
She had lost everything to him. Voldemort. She hated him. In her first year, she had encountered him through a diary, given to her by his head death eater, Lucious Malfoy. Harry Potter saved her life. Then in her fifth year, he had claimed the lives of many of her fellow students, including her best friend, Collin Creevy. Shortly after that, he had claimed the lives of her two oldest brothers, Bill and Charley, along with Mad Eye Moody, all who had been protecting hogwarts from a death eathers attack. And now he had come after her in her own home, setting it to flames, and killing her parents. She didnt know why she had called out for them...they would not have answered back. He had murdured them infront of her...
Ron and Harry had left only earlier that evening, going to Hermiony's house for the weekend, and to travel together to Kings Cross station, to return to Hogwarts School of WitchCraft and Wizardry for their final year.
Tears leaked out of her chocolate brown eyes, as she cried. They created streaks of soot on her face as she hugged torn and burnt robes closer to her. Ginerva Weasly stood, and jumped over the river. She had to find help, or she would die.
Why was voldemort so ancious to get his hands on her? Why had he been following her? Everytime something bad happened, it always seemed to involve Ginny in some way. Not that anyone else knoticed. Except Ginny.
When Collin Died, he had been protecting her from two deatheaters that had attacked them in Hogsmead, shortly before the school was attacked. Ginny had escaped, dragging Collin's body through the passage in honney dukes cellar, and climbed all the way back up to Hogwarts. Shortly after that, the attack had happened. The order of the pheionex had rushed to the scene, only to lose three of their best members; Mad Eye Moody, Bill and Charley Weasly. Her brothers. And the whole time, she had been hiding in Dumbledores office, crying like a baby, clutching Collins body, as the rest of the students that had not been safely returned to their common rooms with their head of house watched her. Everyone was in a panic.
And that was how it had happened. Twice since then, she had been encountered in Alleyways, once saved once again by the famous Harry Potter. The second time, she had been forced to fight the Death Eater on her own, and almost died doing it. She had seen alot for her age of 16.
Ginny started to quicken her pace, knowing she had travled at least a couple of miles since that morning. As fast as she ran, how hungry she was, or how tired she got, she could never clear the one question that had been bothering her since Collin's death.
Why me?
Draco Xavier Malfoy awoke early the next morning and threw the expencive silk goose feather covers off of his body, getting out of bed. He was dressed in dark green silk pants and a black loose shirt. Streaching, he looked into the mirrior by his bed. He was a spitting image of his father, tall, dark...
But at the same time, he wasnt like his father at all. Draco hated Lucious. As a child, Lucious had forced Draco to learn all he could about the dark arts, poisoning his mind with crewl images. When Draco refused to do something he was told, Lucious tortured him. Draco scowled and walked away from the mirrior, and out his door. As soon as Voldemort had come into power, Draco's father dissappeared, and later turned up at Hogwarts, attacking the school. He had died in that fight, and Draco was glad of it.
Shakeing his head of those thoughts, Draco emerged from his room and entered a long hallway, with a balcony over looking the main floor of the Malfoy Manner. Sliding one hand on the banister, he hopped on, and slid to the bottom. Jumping down the last couple of stairs, he opened a set of double doors that lead to the breakfast room of the house. All the windows faced the west, so that no light could enter the room, save that what came from the dimly lit lanterns.
Again, something that Lucious had probably wanted.
Draco scowled again and sat, starting to poke at his breakfast. From the other end of the table, his mother looked up from her Daily Prophet at Draco.
"Some one woke up on the wrong side of the bed." she drawled without any emotion, picking up her toast. Draco looked up at his mother and then out towards the west windows. You could just barely see the sunlight comeing from the east side of the house, starting to illuminate the garden. Draco was pulled out of his thoughts as he saw something.
Something was moving out there. Draco jumped up, and Narcissa stood, a look of interest on her face. Draco whipped out his wand and exited through the back door, leading towardst the gardens, Narcissa following close behind, her wand also out.
He almost tripped as he stumbled over something in the path. A body.