Voldemort –walks in wearing a bight red robe and a tablecloth around his neck-

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-Everyone looks scared-

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Chapter Three

Comfortably Numb

'To be real is to be true.

Feel what is real,

fear what is true..'

Ginny blinked. The mirror blinked. The silence seemed to be the dormant key in the air. Ginny broke out of her lack gaze and ran over to the shattered glass of her second level room. She climbed on her bed and peered over the edge. In surprise she bit her tongue and inhaled the warm summer air as her keen eyes followed the form of a raptor.

It was a beautiful bird. She slid her feet off the bed and stood up. She bent over, keeping her feet a good distance away lest the bird wake up, and in one hand grasped the bird's foot. She lifted the light animal and looked it over. Long white tail feathers went into a gray silver and very sleek body. Ginny turned the bird to the side, extensive black wing feather almost reached to the ground. The main flight feather went off from black in silver then to gray. The head was a snow white color with a black mask. Ginny awed over the bird, she had never seen anything like it.

Ginny reached out slowly with her hand and was about the touch the bird's feathers when her door flew open sent her jumping out of her skin. She, in the process of jumping out of her skin, dropped the large bird back on the ground with a sickening thump.

Ginny placed and hand over her heart as the voice of her brother broke the unforgiving silence.

"Hey Gin, what was that…" Ginny chocolate eye darted from her brother, Charlie, to the bird in quick selection.

Charlie, for his part, was staring open mouthed at the large bird. Then a strange light filled his eyes and he started to jump up and down with glee

"IT'S A GRYFALCON GINNY!" he shouted. Ginny watched as he dropped to his knees and looked the bird over. The shouting and crashing might not have attracted anyone at all; they did live with two very loud Freds and Georges. But it was Charlie doing the screaming so, of course, they had been drawn to her room and they were standing in her door watching in awe.

Charlie picked up the bird and showed it to Bill.

"Whoa" and on that sophisticated note they took it down stairs

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Then they had all reached the bottom of the stairs, they (Harry, Ron, Herm, George, Bill, Fred, Charlie, and herself) quickly went into the large kitchen. Most of the Order was down there doing some Orderly thing. Even before any of them could speak or even show them the bird, the Order was up and telling off the younger kids to get out. Ginny looked at their faces. Tonks was wearing a look of surprise or maybe it was her hair was a stuck-up orange color.

Mad-eye Moody was growling loudly and his one eye swirling around insanely. Ginny's mother glared at them and opened her mouth to yell at them. Ginny opened her own mouth to speak, but Fred beat her to it.

"A bird flew threw Ginny's window"

This statement alone meant little, until Charlie set the bird down on the table. The Order and the other gather round with many "Oooo"s and "Ahh"s

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She watched in mystification as she weaved a long nail into her hair.

"So, strange" she whispered as she gazed into the mirror. She had never seen anything like him before.

"Well, well it seems play time is over, and it's my move."

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Tom slowly and with much grogginess, started to wake up again. The first thing that came to him about his present state was the throbbing pain in his head and the sharp pain in his arm. The world was white and fuzzy and he could hear voices. They were muffled and sounded like mice. He tried to move his head, but couldn't someone was holding him down. He tried to push with his feet, but someone was holding them too.

Slowly Tom lifted his dead weight eye lids only to be shined out by the big white light. The voices they starting to get clear as his mind started to function again.

"It's waking up."

"Charlie, hold its wing."

"It looks broken to me." That voice was vaguely familiar. Like someone you knew from a long time ago, but you weren't sure who they were.

Tom moved his head out of the light and gasped. Red… that was all he saw, red everywhere

"Oh Merlin! I must be in hell!" he said

"It made a sound!" said the same voice as before

Obviously thought Tom sarcastically

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"Really Gin"

Ginny scowled and shrugged turning her gaze back to the large bird, who was blinking its strangely colored eyes.

"Look at its eyes." said Ginny's mother in a strange hazy voice "They're green"

Charlie was holding the bird by the chest bone and looking over the wing. Bill was holding its feet and looking over the bottom half of the bird. Ginny licked her lips and leaned over stared at it

"It's beautiful" she said as she stared at it dead in the eye. No one said anything for a long time until…

"Get me a piece of cloth. I'm going to wrap up its wing" Moody growled in response and clucked off to fetch it.

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Tom blinked as his eyes rapidly started to clear. People they're people. He tried to shift around, but the stinging in his arms and the hands holding him prevented his movement. He scowled and yelled

"Let me go!" but nothing but a SWQACK came out

"Hold him! Hold him!" yelled someone to the left. Hands started too appeared in front of Tom. Tom did the only reasonable and responsible thing right then, he bit the hand in front of him. He heard screams of pain and picked his moment to try and get way again. This time he got away. He pushed himself up and ran. He must have reached the edge of the world because all at once he was falling. He closed his eyes and came to a sudden stop. He dared to open his eyes and gasped. It was Ginny, his princess. She was older looking, but it was her same freckles, same eyes, same everything.

This has to be a dream. I've died and gone to hell…Tom thought as he stared. She stared back and turned her head to the side her bright hair falling to the side.

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Ginny gawked at the bird. It had done a directly understandable thing. Once it had seen the hands, it bit the hand and ran, oddly enough. It didn't try to fly it only pressed to the side and dramatically fell off the table, into her waiting arms. Wait? Her awaiting arms? Ginny blinked and nodded at the bird, then glancing at her brothers as if to say "Help me"

Charlie moved forward his eyes staring blandly at the bird. Because, she was sitting down at the table arms out to the full she, Ginny, was only able to watch and not move. The bird seem to descend out of its shocked state of mind and began to move and twist in her arms. It tried to take off, but Bill was there first. What happen next was a blur of swqacks and flapping. Bill had tried to grab the unruly beast with no success. It hissed and swacked and kicked and hissed more. By this time Ginny had backed away from the table and watched helplessly as two men waged war on a wounded bird and where losing at that. The bird hissed. The men retreated.

"Claudicoem" Yelled Moody.

The noise died down slowly. Ginny turned to her brothers creeping up slowly

"Wha-what" she paused "Why didn't you do that in the first place?" Her brothers gave her a dirty look, but where soon tending to the bird

"Gyrfalcons are like Dragons and Giants. Magic tends to bounce off them." Charlie said with a note of annoyance as he started to wrap the broken limb on the paralyzed bird. The bird's eyes blinked then closed. Ginny felt a pang of worry well up on the inside.

"Is it alright?" she asked.

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Eleanor landed softly in the tree. Fluffing her feathers she swooped down close to the window. Because of the height of the window she was force to stand on the ledge, but never minding that she watched. Her human eyes raked the interior of the room, her mind taking in the dramatic play before her.

"My boy, this isn't your day Tom is it?"

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Tom knew what happen. How could he not after so many years studying curses? He was now subject to some sort of paralyzing curse and, a fairly nasty one at that, stronger then stupefy anyways.. Knowing that he needed to stay calm, he reassured himself that he couldn't be dead. Dead people didn't bleed, and the one he bit was bleeding red. The curse coursed its way into his mind fogging it up like a drug. It was getting harder to string two coherent thoughts together.

Hands touched and pulled at his body…feathers. Tom held his breath… he was a bird. He was a bird. Everything that happened seemed to bear down on him causing a slow rise of panic to boil up in his inside and turn them to ice. Not for the first time that day blackness crept in like a fog, but this time it was welcomed.

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Tom…..

Tom stared at the snow falling before him. Flake after small flake. It covered the ground in a blanket of perfect white. It drifted in steep hills, perfect for sledding and sliding. He smiled feeling content. He was happiest in the winter…he was happy in the cold…happy alone….he…was…

Tom…

He could remember times when he would wander away alone and happy, his feet crunching the snow leaving behind a trail of tracks.

Tom…

"Tom"

His first question was logical, as logical as he was.

"I'm not dreaming am I?"

She shook her head, black hair framing her light kissed face.

"What do you believe Tom?"

He closed his eyes rubbing them with his hands

"No. I'm not dreaming"

She smiled and wrapped her finger together laying them in her lap. Flake after flake of crystal snow fell down.

"Do you know why you're here? Why we brought you to her?"

Tom took it to mean her ment Ginny. He shook his head, feeling strangely subdued. He raised his head slowly

"Tell me"

His voice was calm, perfectly cold, like the snow around him.

She smiled softly

"As you wish, do you remember when tried to kill her Tom? Because you should, you tried to take the life of another and in turned you were killed and imprisoned by your own chamber."

Tom blinked and watched unmoved by her words. She continued

"At the moment you invoked an old magic of life payment"

"-but" Tom tried to cut her off. Life debt only happened when you saved someone's life.

"Ah you're thinking that it only happened when you save someone, not true. When you try to take the life of another you burn into your soul that deadly sin."

She stopped here and stared at him her lavender eyes burning into his. She went on

"Even more so for you," She closed her eyes turning her face down "Now the price one pays too be free from this contract, is thus"

"What if I don't want too?"

She was taken-back, he could tell by her eyes.

"What?"

Tom breathed deep and watched her closely "What if I don't want to pay this debt"

Her faced hardened and her lip twitched into a frown

"You'll spend the rest of eternity in a magic less chamber left alone. Without hope of it ever ending, stopping or creasing. You'll be without magic or life. You will never see another soul of feel the magic of that chamber again."

Silence was all the met the threat

"We're giving you a second chance Tom. Hear me out"

Tom sighed, breathed flicked in the light then disappeared "I'm listening"

"All you have to do Thomas," She waited for him to look at her "is protect her"

Tom loved the snow, but it never lasted…..

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AN: Don't hit me. I'm in an ACT/SAT year and need the time to study! Ps. Need a Beta reader