It's A Slayerful Life!
Disclaimer- Joss owns the Buff stuff, i.e. slayer lore, etc and J.K. owns the Potter verse and all that it entails.
Note- This chapter spans a large period of time. Each scene break xxx indicates that some time has past. Hopefully it shouldn't be too confusing.
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Chapter 3: Starting Training
Ginny woke up with a start, and then sagged. It wasn't a dream. She was still in the cell of a room. Ginny leaned back against the wall. Her eyes and throat burned from crying all night. She had cried herself to sleep, hoping that when she awoke she would once again be back in her bed, surrounded by the posters, both muggle and magical, that adorned her walls, covering the old wallpaper. But that wasn't to be, she was still locked in the cell they called her room.
Ginny rubbed her sore, red eyes. They felt gritty from sleep and her crying jags.
Ginny looked towards the small window, there were bright rays of sunshine shining through the high, barred window.
'It's morning,' Ginny thought sadly. She stretched out her cramping legs, wincing as pangs of pain shot through her limbs. 'What am I going to do now?'
There was a dull thud as the heavy plastic of the cat flap hit the rusting metal of the door. Another tray was slid in, this time accompanied by a voice.
"Glad to hear you've stop that wailing," The voice was harsh and cruel; it was very deep, much deeper than Ezekiel's. "You should eat something, you're going to need your strength."
The man laughed cruelly.
There was something in his voice that made Ginny shiver, especially when he started to laugh. There were tones of malice in his voice that she hadn't thought a human possible of. Malice that Snape could never hope to emulate. Tones that Ginny hadn't heard since that night with Tom Riddle.
Heavy footsteps lead away from her cell.
Ginny crawled over to the tray and examined the food. She had been so hungry last night that she had forgotten to check the food. They could have given her anything and she had just eaten it without any thought.
Ginny scooped up a forkful of scrambled eggs and sniffed them. They smelt okay. Gingerly she put the fork into her mouth and chewed carefully. Tasted okay too. Ginny shrugged, they seemed to be fine.
Within minutes the tray was cleared of food, a lone apple core lying forlornly on the dirty plate. Ginny held out her hand and stared at it for a minute. It looked normal. No green spots, no boils, her eyesight wasn't blurring and she was still standing. In fact, if it hadn't been for the tight, aching stone in her stomach she would have been normal.
There was a light tap on the door.
"Virginia?" It was Ezekiel. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Oh, just peachy." What was this guy on? Pixie dust? How did he think she was feeling?
"I'm glad to hear it." He sounded positively delighted. "Perhaps then we can start your training?"
Ginny rubbed her arms. "My training? You want to start today?"
"Well," Ezekiel paused. "Perhaps you could begin your studies?"
Ginny looked over at the small bookcase filled with the heavy, leather bound tomes. She snorted. "I don't think so."
"Oh." Ezekiel seemed stumped by her response. "Perhaps tomorrow then? Your studies are an important part of your duty. A slayer's mind must be as toned and trained as her body."
Ginny crossed her arms, feeling snarky with this man, despite the shivers that the other induced. "Maybe tomorrow. Then again, I probably won't be here tomorrow. My family will find me. And they will hurt you and all your freaky friends for what you've done."
Ezekiel sighed. "Virginia, please understand. We do not wish to hurt you."
Ginny snorted again.
"What we do, we do for the good of mankind. Your family refused to let your Watcher train you from birth. They selfishly kept you with them; they hid you from your destiny. You are destined for great things, Virginia. The world needs you, now more than ever. There are things out there that you've never dreamed were real. Do not turn your back on your duties. The world needs you more than you'll ever know. This is something you need to realize. In the meantime, please study."
Ginny looked over at the small book case filled with heavy leather tomes. She rolled her eyes. Who did they think she was? Hermione?
"Study is an important aspect of a Slayer's training. The mind must be as toned and trained as the body."
Ginny sneered. "Thanks, but I think I'll wait right here for my family."
Ezekiel sighed. "They will not find you. For the sake of mankind I ask you, please forget them. Accept your destiny. Become the Slayer."
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Ginny climbed up onto the mattress and wrapped her arms around her long legs. One silent tear trickled down her cheek as she looked out into the alley that the small window allowed a view of.
A week. One whole week she had been here. And her family still hadn't found her. Nobody knew where she was. They probably thought she had been kidnapped by Death Eaters. They didn't know it was these muggle loonies that had snatched her from the Burrow.
Ginny closed her eyes and furrowed her brow in concentration.
Ron, Ron, Ron Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron, Ron.
Come on, please.
Ron, please. Help me. Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Mum, Dad, anyone. Please, find me. God, even Percy. Just someone. I can't stand being alone any more.
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It took her five more days before the threat of isolation induced madness made her pick up a book in desperation.
Whether it was the content or the fact that Ginny was starting to believe that her parents weren't coming for her, Ginny threw herself into her studies.
Ezekiel had been very pleased. Every morning he would stop by and they would have discussions. He would quiz her and she would ask him questions.
It wasn't that she forgot the Burrow, her family, and that he was the one that took her from them, it was more that Ezekiel was the one kind thing she had here. The three other men that had made themselves known to her at mealtimes sounded coarse and horrid, malicious creatures that enjoyed her near descent into madness and the fact that they had her at an advantage.
"So, what you're saying is that these demons can be killed by shattering the jewel in the centre of their forehead?" Ginny looked up from the page of her book to glance at the large door. "I suppose that makes sense. The jewel being in the position of the third eye and the demon's power being of a metaphysical nature, revealing that which isn't seen and the like."
Ezekiel chuckled. "Very good, Virginia. You have come a long way in such a short time."
Ginny looked down, even though she was the only one in the room. "It's been almost a month. I've been stuck in this room with nothing else to do."
Ezekiel sighed. "Yes, I am sorry about that. It's just… your reaction when you joined us. It has made the other Watchers concerned. They would prefer to err on the side of caution. They think that if they allow you out at such a time you will attempt to hurt us. I have told them you pose no danger to us. I was not wrong, was I, Virginia?"
Ginny sat up. "I wouldn't hurt you, Ezekiel. You were only doing what you thought was right." But the others… that would be a different story.
Ezekiel smiled at the door. "I told them."
Ginny sighed as she looked at the four walls that had been her life for the last month. "Ezekiel, please let me out."
"I will speak to the others. Perhaps you are ready to begin your physical training."
Ginny bit her lip. That wasn't quite what she was talking about. But out this room was out of the room, and she would welcome the change. Perhaps she could even find a way to contact the Order.
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So much for getting out of the room.
"Eat."
Her dinner tray was pushed through the flap in the door and was pushed with such force that it slid across the floor until it hit the wall and came to a stop near her bed.
Ezekiel hadn't been to see her for days. The only contact she had with these people was the tray of food and drink that was pushed through the flap three times a day.
"Wait, can I get a few more pencils and a new notepad, please?"
"What for?" The voice was like honey over gravel. That meant it was Anthony.
Ezekiel had told her all about the other Watchers, which was probably why he hadn't been allowed to visit her for a week or so. Ginny couldn't remember, sometimes the days and nights blended in together.
They all used to be a part of something called the Watcher's Council, until someone blew it up and the group decided to take it upon themselves to continue training Slayers. There was Ezekiel, who really wasn't that bad, apart from the bad first impression. He really believed in the Slayer's mission. In the time that Ginny had come to know him she had come to feel pity for him. There was obviously something wrong with his brain, something that had been caused by, or exasperated by the explosion.
Then there was Anthony. He had been a field agent, so had Mathew and Luther. Luther had been the one that sent chills up her spine. Every time he spoke to her it was like being instantly transported back to that night in the Chamber. She couldn't figure out what their deal was. They wouldn't speak to her apart from what was necessary, but she got the feeling that their motives were nowhere as innocent as Ezekiel's were.
"Hey! I asked you a question! What do you need the pencils for?"
Ginny startled. "You want me to study without them? I could always open a vein so I have something to write with."
Anthony growled. "That attitude is not going to get you out of there faster, little girl. You want freedom, you gotta be nice."
Ginny grimaced. "Fine. I'm sorry. May I please have some more pencils and paper?"
Anthony sniffed. "I'll think about." He laughed then.
Ginny growled low in her throat as he walked away. "Pillock."
Ginny ignored the tray and turned back to her notebook. Hastily, she scratched out a message and folded the piece of paper into the shape of a bird. It was an old piece of magic, something students did in class to pass notes to their friends. Although it would have been easier for them, seeing as they had their wands and Ginny only had the wandless magic she was slowly developing.
Ginny held up the paper bird on the palm of her hand and blew on it lightly. "To the Burrow."
The paper bird lifted out of her hand, as if moved by a breeze in the still room. The bird gained a little more confidence and soared out the window, easily avoiding the bars. Ginny jumped off the bed and stood on the chair she had positioned beneath the window. She pressed her face to the bars, following the little flying bird.
Her heart sank as the paper bird ran out of puff and plummeted to the filthy ground below.
Dammed it! So close.
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Once again Ginny found herself standing on the chair with her face pressed against bars.
"Please, please. Please, please."
The little bird sailed around the corner and into the sky.
"Yes!"
"What's going on in there?" Luther stomped up to her door.
"Nothing!" Ginny called out, quickly scrambling off the chair and onto the bed, dragging a book into her lap so it looked like she was studying. "Just found something."
A slot high in the door slid open and one muddy brown eye peered in at her.
Ginny held up the book in evidence. "See?"
Luther grunted. "Well, be quiet about it." He slid the slot shut.
Ginny fell back onto her bed and giggled. Finally it worked. Now all she had to do was wait.
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