-1Harry's POV
Harry woke up from a fitful nightmare. The moon had turned red, like ink upon parchment, and the next minute he had been hovering over his own destroyed house, with bodies of his family outstretched amongst the rubble. And he knew it had meaning. He knew something was wrong. Something was coming. Coming with an urge to destroy everything he had ever known. He couldn't have that! He wouldn't!
Frantically he ran down the stairs, having fallen asleep fully robed; he heard voices in the living room. The silky voice of a blond haired girl. Through the crack of the door he knew how scared she was; she tried to hide her trembling hands under the handle of her trunk, and though a smile covered his face, Harry knew that rising pinkness in her cheeks. It was Draco Malfoy's daughter, and she was scared. Something was coming… something had come…
He burst in through the door, wand out, ready to spring on any danger.
"Edith! Away from her!"
"Dad?" Edith looked confused. "Dad, I don't - "
The girl, Obedience, couldn't hide the pure terror on her head, then; her hand jerked to her wand, as if fighting some kind of invisible force. Sweat beaded upon her forehead, and he could hear her mutter:
"No, father, no… I won't do it… no…"
"Dad?" Edith was confused. But with words more harsh than he would've liked, he told her with a ringing force to stand behind him, and she obeyed. His wand rose to the girl in front of him. What should he do? He didn't know what to do. But he knew she wasn't acting normally. He knew that if he did anything to her, she would be innocent.
And in his confusion, the girl suddenly collapsed onto the floor, screaming. Ginny ran into the room, eyes open and fearful. Ron and Hermione came down from upstairs to stand, eyes wide, in the doorway, at the full-grown man pointing his wand towards a twelve year old girl.
She screamed, and the world shook. The walls crumbled. Ash fell from the roof. And through the scream, the girl's lips formed unwilling words.
"Ei'Prosessil!"
Harry, with a pang of panic, recognised those words. She was releasing some kind of powerful spirit. Something to be scared of; something that could ruin the life he had hoped to build. He screamed for the others to leave the building, such was the noise, but they stood frozen, as if in time, as a huge plume of silvery gas issued from Obedience's screaming mouth. A form that Harry knew well, that had worn a Death Eater's mask the day Harry had defeated Voldemort, the day he had destroyed all the death eaters. Harry understood now. Draco Malfoy lived on in his daughter. His daughter was a Horcrux…
With a smile of malice towards his daughter, who fell limp on the floor, Harry felt the spirit of Draco Malfoy rush towards him. The world went cold, and this time, time really did seem to freeze. Harry felt the spirit of Draco Malfoy enter him, without even time to shout a counter curse. No time to say goodbye. His world went black…
Ginny's POV
Ginny's heart seemed to clench for an age as Harry fell into oblivion. Images flashed through her head and she could catch not a one of them; she had known. She had known all along, something was coming. Something had come. He couldn't be dead? No. He couldn't! She rushed towards him, crying no to the air…
Hermione pulled her up again. She fought against her grip.
"I have… I have to go to him…"
"Ginny…"
"He's… okay…"
"Ginny… he's dangerous."
Dangerous?
But not dead. Ginny looked imploringly at Hermione.
"What's happened, Hermione? What's going to happen?"
Hermione looked down at Obedience, unconscious on the floor, to the lifeless form of Harry.
"Draco Malfoy is going to destroy us all," she uttered softly. A tear welled up in her eye. Why? Ginny didn't understand. Hermione was looking at Harry with fright and remorse; what could evoke a reaction so centred around Harry?
Ginny stood up, stumbling away from his form. She knew something had come. But that was only the first wave. And she had a feeling taking root in her heart that the next manifestation would be bigger and more terrible than the first…
It had only been seconds since the silver-white lights had entered into Harry, but already, he was attempting to stand, with his wand in his hand. He wasn't Harry, though. He was… white. So white. His eyes carried a ghost of another, a smiling face with blue eyes, fires burning bright within them. And all of a sudden, Ginny was scared…
