Sorry it took so long guys! Last week was hectic! But now im on holidays!
Recap alla chapter 11:
'What do I have to do exactly?' He asked.
Voldemort smirked.
'I want you to kill Ginny Weasley.'
Chapter 12:
Harry was silent for a few moments, trying to fathom what Voldemort had said. Kill? Had he ever killed anyone before? He remembered Ginny. Red hair, brown eyes, tear soaked face. But with it came putrid hatred. She was with them, those who had tried to trick him, those who had killed his parents. They had killed innocents, and he would not be killing someone for no reason. He had a reason.
Harry clenched his fists together and looked back to Voldemort, who was smirking slightly. He nodded.
'I'll do it.'
Ginny had come back to her dorm, and was now absentmindedly brushing her hair. She had been brushing it for the past 10 minutes. She needed something to keep her mind of what had happened.
Harry was gone.
The bed had been empty. There was nothing to follow, no note to explain, no evidence that could lead to the truth. Nothing. She felt completely hopeless, and useless. Maybe if she had stayed and told him everything, he would still be here. Again it was her fault. If she had not been so selfish in the first place, none of this would have ever happened.
Tears threatened to fall once again, though she did not want them to. She bit the inside of her lip, drawing blood from the pressure. She did not care.
It was then tat she looked back into the reflection of the mirror at herself, and saw something that made her gasp. There was a man standing there, in a dark cloak, and he was grinning at her, wand raised. She turned around, but not quickly enough.
'Stupefy!'
She was out before she hit the ground, before she could even begin to wonder who this was, and what they wanted with her.
Before she could even wonder if this had anything to do with Harry.
The Death Eater knelt down beside the unconscious girl, and tied her hands together behind her back. So this was Ginny Weasley, the girl whom Harry had loved. Well, used to love. He allowed himself a smile. His master had done great work with this. Harry Potter, one their side. And now they would get him to kill the girl. It was brilliant.
He grabbed the girl and hoisted her up, like she was no more than a sack of potatoes. Her sleeping form was lifeless in his arms, her head bent back, exposing much of her slender neck.
Ahh. Mr. Potter did get a fine catch. The death eater thought. Such a waste. To kill such a pretty thing not before using it.
He shook his head, to rid himself of the thought. No, his master did not want him to do that. He had trusted him to bring the girl, and that was all.
With a grimace on his face he apparated back to the back of Ollivander's, Voldemort's lair.
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Voldemort waited patiently, inspecting his pale fingers, as he waited for Forbes to come back with the girl. He looked back at Harry, who was looking around the green-lit room, and allowed himself a smirk. The plan had gone well. Very well indeed.
Harry was now on their side. They had been foolish to leave Harry alone, in such a venerable state, with a mind ready to mold into whatever someone desired. The truth? It was over rated. Why tell the truth if it did not advantage them?
Harry would kill the girl, the only one he loved. In that way he was killing off the only thing that perhaps made him stronger. Voldemort did not like the fact that Harry was stronger than him, and he wished to eliminate possibilities of defeat. What better way to do it than get someone else to do it? That someone being Harry.
Harry looked around the room. It was very dark, and it was hard to see much in the green light. He placed his hand on the wall, felt the rough texture of the stone. He followed the wall around, and looked at the floor. He came to a door made of dark timber. He frowned. Something about it seemed…
'Harry, no! Please! Don't do this!'
'Why should I help someone who hurt me?'
He stepped back from the door in haste. He had just heard voices, in his head. Was he going crazy? Maybe. But who had it been? The second voice had been male, and sounded very familiar. The second was female, and also familiar, but he could not place either. The first voice sounded like it had been pleading, and the second sounded angry and hurt? Harry was confused.
He turned to walk away from the wall.
'Avada Kedavra!'
Green light
A great booming sound
Searing pain
Harry reeled back, clutching his forehead. He could almost feel the pain, and the sound echoed through his mind.
Where had that come from? He could not place it, but he recognized it. Like he had been there before. The image was clear, the sound deafening, the pain enough to bring him to his knees. It was as if it was a-
'Harry, are you alright?'
Harry turned to Voldemort, who was looking at him curiously. He did not want to seem weak, so he took his hand off his forehead and smiled.
'Yes I'm fine.' He said, pushing the thoughts of the sounds and images away.
Voldemort watched him for a moment longer, eyes piercing his being. He was about to say something when the door opened on the other side of the room, emitting a death eater and a lifeless form, which he carried. He walked up to the throne, which Voldemort lounged upon, and bowed slightly.
'Ah, Forbes. Good work. Take her into the room over there and watch over her until she wakes. It shouldn't be long.' Voldemort said. The Death Eater named Forbes nodded and walked past Harry, going through the door, which he had been looking at. As he moved past, Harry saw who he had in his arms.
Ginny Weasley.
He refused to think anything but anger and hatred as Forbes walked past, and turned away from the door.
Voldemort beckoned for him to come forward. Harry moved over to him and watched as Voldemort called a Death Eater over and took a knife from them, and started to play with it while watching Harry.
The knife itself was dark silver, and seemed to shine with a green light from within. It was not large, a little larger than a dagger, but it looked sinister, and very sharp. Harry eyed it wearily, and Voldemort smirked as he twisted it between his fingers.
'This is called a decessus blade. Although it would kill anyway, this blade guarantees death to those it is unleashed upon,' Voldemort stated.
'How does it work?' Harry asked. Voldemort's smirk widened.
'That is simple, Harry. All you have to do, is press it up to their neck,' he said, bringing it up to his own but keeping it a little away, 'and say the charm, decessus,' he moved the blade away just as it let out a green light from its blade in the direction it was facing. 'The killing is done for you. Of course you also need to slit their throat, but the blade will normally do that itself. So you do not need to do anything, and no mistakes will be made.'
Harry was silent for a moment, taking in the powerful weapon.
'Isn't that Unforgivable?' He asked.
Voldemort shook his head.
'Unforgivable items are only Unforgivable according to those who have not been betrayed.'He said.
Harry took this in for a moment, and then nodded.
It was at this point, when the door opened. Out came Forbes, dragging Ginny with him. Ginny's hands were tied behind her back, and she looked around with slight confusion. But in her eyes was something, something that Harry could not quite place. She did not look afraid, but more understanding?
Harry would not fall for it. She had done too much to him, from what Voldemort said. He glared at her with pure hatred.
'Very good Forbes, bring her over here.' Voldemort said.
Forbes dragged Ginny over to the throne, and Ginny's eyes darted from Voldemort to Harry, as if calculating what was happening. Voldemort smirked at her.
'Hello, Ms. Weasley, so nice of you to join us.' He said. A few snickers were herd from around the group of Death Eaters.
Ginny glared at him then spat at his feet. There were a few gasps of outrage from the Death Eaters around, but Voldemort did nothing, until his smirk widened.
'That's what I though, not pleased to see us,' he said.
It was hard to tell what she was thinking, but Harry didn't care. He did not want to know what someone so vile was thinking. She just stood silently, with her hands behind her back.
'Well it's good you're not talkative,' Voldemort said, smirk widening. 'It will save us from hearing you scream when you die.'
Ginny's eyes flitted to the knife in his hand.
'Yes, this knife is the one to slit your throat, though I will not be doing it.'
It was then Ginny looked at Harry. For a fraction of a second, fear passed over her eyes, but then it was replaced once again. Harry placed a smirk on his face, though it was slightly forced.
Voldemort chuckled.
'Well lets do this then. Forbes, take Ms. Weasley over there. Keep her bonds on,' Voldemort said. Forbes moved over to the centre of the room, and put Ginny there, stepping away from her. Ginny knelt on the floor, watching Harry and Voldemort. Voldemort beckoned for Harry. 'Take this.'
Harry moved forward to take it, watching Voldemort.
'I must say this is most amusing, Harry. Here we are; the two souls that everybody talks about. The only souls who can destroy one another, the most famous souls in the entire Wizarding world; and we do nothing.'
Harry frowned as he heard the voice. His step faltered, and Voldemort frowned. Harry then breathed deeply and took the knife from Voldemort, holding it awkwardly on the hilt. Voldemort's smirk returned.
'Alright. Harry. Now do exactly what I told you.'
Harry nodded firmly and turned and walked up to Ginny. Ginny looked up at him.
'Harry, please! Wait! It was a mistake!'
Harry frowned again after hearing the same female voice he had heard earlier. Ginny looked up in slight confusion at his emotions.
Harry shook it away, and moved the knife up to Ginny's neck. She did not struggle.
'It was all a mistake!'
Harry paid no attention to it. He focused on the task at hand. All he had to do now was speak the word. Then it would be done and he would have ridded the world of a little evil.
Ginny looked up at him with acceptance in her eyes. Though she was afraid, and though she could feel the cold metal on her neck, she did not show fear. As he looked like he was going to finish it, end her life, she opened her mouth.
'I'm sorry, Harry.'
It was then that something happened.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but did not say anything. Suddenly his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he fell sideward, unconscious before he hit the ground. Ginny felt a searing pain as the knife scraped across her neck, falling to the floor with Harry. In a few precious moments of confusion between the death eaters, Ginny formulated a plan, and put it to action.
She grabbed Harry and apparated.
A/N: well hope you guys all liked it…and look…no cliffie! Well I suppose it could be classified as a tiny one, but u no:) thanks to all you guyswho reviewed, and sorry again for making u wait so long. Please review!
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