-1Dead Again
By: Therion
Summery:
The spirits of two dead lovers come back to complete their final scene, but within the bodies of others.
Hogwarts has existed for hundreds of years, there are bound to be secrets, lies, and
misconceptions. Some dark enough to rival Riddle. Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley may have just found one.
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Chapter One: Possessed
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The castle was cold tonight. As it was every night, but tonight there was a certain chill. A chill unsettling enough to raise the hair on a certain Draco Malfoy's neck. He was Head Boy and it was his duty to patrol during the graveyard shift, most prefects avoided this shift. At this time of night the wind from outside seemed through every crack and crevice, the torches were dimmed allowing shadows to creep and grow along the walls, and during which there were no cozy couples or mischief makers to be caught. With the halls deserted Draco was allowed to aimless roam the countless corridors and discover veiled rooms.
This particular night, Draco found himself in a hidden corridor near the illustrious Astronomy Tower. He found the hidden entrance behind a distinctly odorous statue of Halona the Helpful. A witch with a nose slightly to large for the rest of her features except for her abnormally large ears. The corridor had quite a few inches of dust collected on the floor, but despite the obvious disuse, the torches along the wall were still lit. There was only one door in lengthy corridor. With it creaking, protesting hinges and lock design it was easy enough to tell that it was old. But with a good swift tug from the good, old Quidditch muscles, Draco was able to enter easily.
The door lead to a breath taking room. Done in royal red was the bed, carpet, and drapes. The gold trimming on the candlestick holders, a vanity, and bureaus. The dust was built up allowing Draco to assume no one had been here for quite a while, and a wooden chair laid sideways with only one in tact leg, mostly likely it was what was thrown against the broken mirror. The view from the window was of the Forbidden Forest. It was the side of the castle that nearly no students went to, since the sun hit the opposite side of the castle, this side was forever in shadow. The forest almost went right up to the castle. There was also a faded red stain that had seeped in to the wood in the corner. The room of a Gryffindor Princess, no doubt, Draco thought snidely to himself. As he was busy taking in the room, he failed to notice the cold gust, or the fact that he was not alone.
Ginny Weasley was tired as dragged her feet on each and every stair. She was sore, too. And hungry. It wasn't even Christmas yet and she had enough detentions already to rival Fred and George. She had been caught trying to borrow a quill from a classmate during Potions, so naturally she been giving a weeks detention for, "failing to keep shut her trap hole." So when she tried to defend herself, she had been "ignorant of her superiors." So the punishment was scrubbing out old caldrons (she had a feeling those particular ones had been giving to Neville) for four solid hours, it was not easy work. So after taking a detour to the kitchens, and grumbling obscenities about 'overgrown greasy bats,' she looked around to find herself not where she was supposed to be.
The corridor was small and drafty. It was completely unrecognizable. How she got there was a mystery. Yet her light at the end of the tunnel was, in this case, literal. There was a room, with a flickering lit, a little ways down the hall. Well, how much more trouble can I get in to, can't be too much. As her curiosity was never quite satisfied, she had no other choice but to scope it out. Maybe there was someone to even help back to the tower.
She was wrong, oh Merlin was she wrong. Who was to catch her, but bloody Draco sodding Malfoy. Dressed in full robes, with Head Boy pin, shinning as brightly as his hair. An about - face and a step was as far as she got before being noticed, as it was impossible for him not to see her as he just turned around.
"Weaselette, isn't it past your bedtime?" he questioned as the inevitable smirk slithered its way across his face and a solitary eyebrow raised.
"Since when have you been paying attention to my bedtime, Malfoy? Even so its none of your f…." but was interrupted by the frigid breeze sweeping around the room, disturbing the curtain of the bed and window. Eventually winding itself around herself and Malfoy. Neither notice the changes around them as the wind spun around the room. Nor the dust disappearing, the chair repairing itself, and the tiny fragments of mirror fly back in to the frame and meld together again. The colors of the carpet and drapes a bit less faded and worn, or even the stain fading. They only noticed one another.
"Back again, Love?" His voice was the same, but Draco's voice held a humorous and playful tone to it, it lacked the utter Malfoyishness to it.
"Always, my darling." Ginny's eyes widen a bit, not quite believing what she had just said but not being able to stop it, as if someone else had control over her. She couldn't move or speak, but just watch as the scene played out in front of her. And what a scene it turns out to be.