A/N: I got this plot bunny while walking through my house at the midnight. I hope you enjoy it. i rote this story but my account was deleted & i hav a good feeling about this story. Blaise is not accurate in this fic.

THE KNOWING

Chapter 1: Four in the Mourning

(GINNY)

Ginny laid there. Just laid on the bed. Listening to every sound around her and taking in every scent. Since the Chamber, Ginny Weasley had become paranoid. Every movement became a possible enemy. It didn't matter if the sound was the old house settling or the sound of a person walking down the stairs. The only noise that she found comfort in was the storm raging outside her window. The natural sounds of anger and rage and hate. The fury in the elements comforted her.

Ginny hard a thump and instinctively her hand tightened around the blade under the blanket. The dagger was the only thing in which she had left over from the incident in the Chamber. The knife was pure silver with Emeralds incrusted in the handle. There were two of them. One was at the moment positioned in Ginny's tight grasp, the other in the bedside table's small drawer.

As it turns out, Ron, the idiot that he was, had merely fallen out of his bed while having a dream. She knew because she heard him mutter "I'm okay," before basically passing out again. It wouldn't be a shocker if he actually was passed out. The idiot couldn't hold his alcohol or any other illegal substance for that matter. But at the moment, Ginny didn't care if the bastard fell off a cliff. She had a better way to spend her time. She had to protect herself and what better way to spend time than wallowing in her past and listening for any signs of her unwanted future.

Ginny heard the clock strike several floors below her. It chimed four times. I better get at least two hours sleep before going to Diagon Alley for school shopping tomorrow or they'll be more blood than my own on my daggers. She crawled into bed making one finally check with her overly acute senses. No abnormal smells. No awry sounds. Time to sleep... She thought as she drifted into a VERY light sleep.

(BLAISE)

Blaise laid on his floor fighting for consciousness. The rug, his clothing, and what little bit of unsliced skin he had, was covered in blood. His blood. Blaise listened intently and smelled the air for any traces of his fathers boots clomping up the stairs or the metallic smell of death, blood, and expensive cologne that preceded him. Blaise gathered his last ounce of strength and picked himself up off the floor. Carefully, he bent down and picked up one of his two silver daggers. The other was still tucked safely in his bureau. Blaise fingered the blood red rubies that were imbedded in the silver handle. He listened to the thrash of the storm and breathed in pure, untainted air.

Slowly Blaise drug himself to bed. He laid the blade next to his alarm clock which now read "4:00 am".

"Screw the world," Blaise muttered. " I'm sleepin' in tomorrow. Diagon Alley can wait till afternoon…" With that he flittered into light, nightmare driven sleep.

(HERMIONE)

Hermione Granger sat huddled in her bed. Carefully, she drug the harsh, sinister weapon across her flesh again. Crimson trails flowed from the wound like tears she wouldn't let fall from her eyes. Each cut with the diamond-incrusted shard set a sense of peace in her, but it would be gone and she would need to cut herself again. She heard her dad stir three floors up from her place in the basement. It must be four. She thought, I better at least attempt to sleep if I have to play nice with the obnoxious ass-holes I call friends. At least I get to see Ginny. That was her last thought before sleep came.

(DRACO)

"DAD, NO! DON'T KILL HER! WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU?"

"SHE WAS BORN! THAT'S ENOUGH!" Lucius (A/N: spelling?) Malfoy bellowed as Narcissa Malfoy withered on the floor.

"DAD, PLEASE DON'T…" but Draco's pleas were cut off by two hate-fuled words.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

With that Narcissa Malfoy collapsed on the floor. All the life drained from her lovely face.

Draco rounded on Lucious with a menacing gaze and in a hushed voice whispered, "You'll pay."

Lucious smirked, but it was quickly washed away as Draco's eyes flashed navy blue and two daggers flew off wall mounts and landed in Draco's out-stretched hands. They were silver with sapphires sprinkled on the handle.

Now with the new "toys", Draco rounded and left the room. He tore up the stairs as the hall clock chimed four. But Draco's only thought as he apparated to the Leaky Caldron was: Yes, Lucius. You WILL pay.

A/N: so what? Yes? No? you tell me.