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Hazardous Sanity Chapter 3: Underneath the Covers

I'm closing all the curtains,
So don't you even bother,
And they're calling out murder,
But I'm underneath the covers... -No Doubt, Platinum Blonde Life

Ginny tossed and turned tiredly in bed. She only had gotten several hours of sleep then she just woke up. Wide awake and scared for some reason. She hadn't had a dream, so this was peculiar. She tried going back to sleep a few times more, but was unsuccessful.

It was like she was scared of dreaming. Or not dreaming.

Dejavou prickled the back of Ginny's neck. She closed her eyes tight and took a few deep breathes. You're just paranoid... a small voice in her head whispered. Just ignore it and it will go away. Get under your covers, close the curtains, and sleep the day away.

I'm going to sleep all through the day,
I'm going to sleep my life away,
I'm going to sleep all through the day,
I'm going to sleep myself away,
I'm going to close my eyes and maybe it will go away...

That voice sounded so familiar, so... familiar... but before Ginny could realize who it belonged to, she fell into a deep sleep. If she hadn't, she might've realized it was her own. Her own betraying voice.

Unluckily enough, Lana Gwen was hoping for this. Her image changed slightly everytime Ginny slept, into a person all her own. If you can even call her a person. But her once warm, golden brown eyes were now a cool gray. Which in her opinion was suited to her all along.

Brown. Bah. What an ugly common color.

And Lana was no commoner. Her hair was changing as well, red hair was just too bright and seemed fitted for those with pure tendencies. Of course, there were exceptions. But she didn't feel like dwelling on idiotic, evil red heads, as fun as they were to manipulate. Blond was no good either and Lana almost retched just thinking about it.

Her, a killer of those unfit to live and breathe, a bubbly blond with steel gray eyes?

Lana Gwen shuddered at the thought.

Again, she knew of the exceptions. Blond just seemed too light, though. In no way was she light. Never before was there such a demonic scoff from a innocent looking girl. Black. Black silky hair which gleamed with a silver hue in the wonderful, murderous moonlight.

Sure, Ginevra Molly Weasley had the usual looks even when Lana possessed her. Yet in her mind there dwell a beauty very great and powerful beyond her years. Soon, the raven haired witch thought maliciously soon Ginevra will be gone and I will reign above all beings. Magical, muggle, and creature shall bow down to me on my elegant throne. All that defy me will perish.

And all that follow will be rewarded beyond their naive dreams. Or in some cases, nightmares.

Tom Riddle looked on beyond the shadows. A grim smile formed on his lips. Oh, what a deceptive and secretive smile it was. Lana dwells on her greatness as though she controls what happens in her nonexistent life.

His smile grew.

She will find out too late where her loyalties should have lain. With that Tom left as quietly as when he came, leaving the unknowing witch to her thoughts of power and glory.

All the while Ginny tossed and turned with a knot forming in her stomach.

A few more deaths is all it takes... Just a few more and I'll have the power to rule.

Lana Gwen opened her eyes to see the full moon shining through the dormitory window. She couldn't help but think it was the perfect night to kill. How convenient. Her hands grasped the knife that she hid, then she climbed out of the bed and turned to see her dorm mates.

There was Amber breathing into her fluffy white pillow; Gina snoring softly while cuddled in her blankets, and Samantha who was right beside the window. Her arm was thrown over her eyes to shield the light of the moon.

Enie meanie minie, moe, catch the whore by the toe.

Lana Gwen slipped past Gina and toward Amber, her eyes glinting maliciously.

If she hollers, slit her throat.

Amber's hazel eyes shot open when she felt the cool blade press against her throat. Pink, pouty lips opened to scream, but it died quickly.

Enie, meanie, minie, moe.

Lana Gwen sneered at the dying girl. Then she swiftly placed a silencing charm on her and went back to bed. The only places that was bloody was the knife placed under her mattress and the body of Amber Rogers.

Who would be found dead the next morning by her friends.

Ginevra's in for quite a surprise tomorrow morning, she thought as she pulled up the covers and chuckled softly. Stupid bitch.

Ginny awoke to the sound of screaming. Samantha Santos stood at the side of Amber Rogers bed, loud shrieking and sobbing mangled her already incoherent words. Yet, one was clear through the tears. "Mur-murder!"

Gina Ripley pointed silently to the opposite wall. If they had any doubts as to who the killer was, they were soon gone. Carved into the wall and smeared with blood, the name Lana Gwen stood clear over their heads.

Samantha still sobbed at the edge of Amber's bed. Gina was staring at the wall and had seem to go into shock. The fact that Amber was dead was too hard to bear. It was like it just couldn't sink in. And by the look of horror on her face, she hadn't died peacefully. Samantha was still crying.

None of the girls had the strength to get up and get help.

Especially not Samantha. Amber's best friend in the world. They always seemed to be connected by the shoulder. Amber wasn't a really nice person, but Samantha was kind and could still relate to her. One without the other... it was like Fred without George.

The door burst open and Hermione Granger strolled in looking scandalized.

"What is the problem in here? Ginny! I thought you knew better than this! You're waking up the whole tower!" All through the tirade she wasn't really looking at the room's contents. Now that she was settled, she spotted Amber almost instantly.

"Oh, my... what.." Hermione was, for once, rendered speechless.

Ginny looked up at the girl she has always admired. She trusted Hermione beyond anyone in her year, beyond the whole school. There stood the girl she's always loved in both a platonic way and not. Ginny lifted her tear stained face and spoke in a monotone.

"Lana Gwen," she started, "has come to Hogwarts."

Hermione looked at her, spun on her heel, and ran out of the dorm calling for help.

The body of Amber Rogers was the talk of Hogwarts for a long time. As her name passed from the mouth from student to student, Lana Gwen's was soon to follow. Little did they know, this only made her stronger.

A/N 6/18/05: Another chapter... edited. I would also like to tell all of those who are currently reading this story that the more reviews I get, the quicker I update. Just a reminder ;)