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A/N: Well everyone this is where it gets interesting and you find out everything you need to know. Hope you like it.
It's Only the Beginning
The sun slowly peeked its way from behind the mountains, shining through the windows of the Hospital Wing and waking Draco from his sleep. He abruptly sat up, letting go of Ginny's hand as she started stirring from her sleep. Draco stood up from his chair and looked around the infirmary, frantically searching for Madam Pomfrey.
Spotting her, he ran over. "Madam Pomfrey," he called softly, "Please don't tell Ginny it was me who brought her here," he begged.
"But why, Mr. Malfoy?" she asked curiously.
"Because if she knows it was me…" he paused, "well, I don't know what she'll do," He finished, looking over at Ginny.
"Alright," she sighed, "but, Mr. Malfoy, I think she'll want to know who rescued her…" before she could finish, Draco was out of the Hospital Wing, whispering his thanks.
As soon as Draco was gone, Ginny woke abruptly from her sleep. Tears fell down her face, afraid of where she was. "Where am I?" she asked, rubbing her head.
"You're in the Hospital Wing, dear," Madam Pomfrey answered.
"What!" she said incredulously, "but how? I was in the forest," her voice finished in a whisper.
Madam Pomfrey opened her potions cabinet and grabbed a few things. "Well, someone brought you here, of course."
Ginny sat upright in her bed"What? Who?" 'Too fast,' she thought as a wave of dizziness hit her.
"Sit back down, child, if you want to get better." Madam Pomfrey sighed, pushing her back onto the bed. Stepping back, she looked at Ginny and wanted to tell her, but just couldn't.
"Madam Pomfrey," she paused, "who brought me here?" Ginny kept eye contact with the nurse as she bowed her head. She knew Madam Pomfrey was lying but she wanted to know so desperately. She just wanted to thank her savior, just to thank.
"I'm sorry, dear; he didn't want me to reveal his identity to you."
Ginny let out a deep breath in annoyance to Madam Pomfrey, "Fine," she huffed, "but can I leave?"
"No," she said shaking her head, "not until I check you over."
Madam Pomfrey walked over and lifted Ginny's shirt up to examine her cuts and bruises. What Ginny saw made the bile rise in her throat. The cut from her stomach brought tears to her eyes, as she turned her head away, no longer able to keep the memory of what happened away.
She screamed, but he grabbed her face and pulled it up to his. He kissed her again. Taking his knife, he brought it down, and stabbed her in the stomach. Pulling the knife out, he licked it clear of blood.
Ginny shook her head, trying to get the memories out of her head.
When Madam Pomfrey was done, she brought Ginny's shirt back down, "Well, your cuts and bruises have healed." She paused, noticing the tears cascading down Ginny's face. She put her hand on the young Gryffindor's shoulder. "Are you sure you're okay, dear?" she asked.
Ginny took her hand and wiped away the tears, nodding her head. "Yes," she said softly.
Looking at the crying creature in front of her, the nurse felt so much sorrow for this one person whose innocence had been crushed in just one night. "Well, if you're sure, you are free to leave." Standing up, she left Ginny to herself. But before she entered her office, Poppy Pomfrey turned back around once more only to find Ginny staring off into space.
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"Bloody hell, Draco, you look like shit," Blaise said as Draco approached the table.
"Thanks, Blaise," Draco said sarcastically. He threw his legs over the bench and sat down, putting his head in his hands.
"Well, it's been like, forever since I saw you not primped and pressed perfect," Blaise laughed, pressing the creases out of his robes mockingly. He then looked over at Draco who barely said anything. Blaise paused, "Draco," he said, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He brushed off sadly, not paying attention.
"Draco, you're not yourself. What happ…,"
"Jeez, mate, you look like hell," Goyle said, joining the couple. He stuffed his face full of food while looking at Draco.
"So I've already heard." Draco replied, glaring at Blaise. Blaise sent a glare at Goyle for interrupting him in mid-sentence.
Silence surrounded the three friends while everyone else in the Great Hall continued to talk and chatter. Silverware clinked and chattered as everyone filled their faces and stomachs with food.
"So where's Crabbe?" Draco finally asked.
"I'm not sure." Answered Goyle. "He left last night and never came back."
"What!" Draco practically yelled. "No, it can't be," he whispered to himself incredulously.
"Yeah, I haven't seen him since last night." He paused. "But he said something about taking care of some business."
"What!" Draco screamed again, grabbing Goyle by the neck of his collar, lifting him off his feet, and throwing him against the wall. The students in the Great Hall stopped everything and looked at what was happening between the two Slytherins. "Where is he now?" Draco growled, getting madder by the second.
"I'm not sure, mate." Goyle stammered, afraid of what Draco was going to do to him. Draco shoved him away and stormed out of the Great Hall with every eye on him, Blaise following closely behind.
"Draco!" Blaise called, wanting to know what was wrong with Draco.
"What?" Draco yelled, spinning on his heels to face Blaise.
"What happened?" he paused, "And I know something happened, so spill before I do something I'll regret."
Draco looked regretfully at his friend. "Crabbe… raped… Ginny," he said clenching his teeth together and almost breaking down. He was afraid of saying it because if he did, then he knew it would believe it and he didn't want to.
Blaise gasped softly, "Oh, my God. When?"
"Last night. I tried Blaise to rescue her, I really did, but I didn't make it in time." Blaise bowed his head. He looked at the wall, but on the wall was a picture of a young red hair girl, playing in the lake.
He turned his head away from the painting. "Draco, there was nothing else you could have done." He reached out to his friend and gave him an awkward hug. "It'll be fine. Why don't you go get something to eat down in the kitchens, and I'll try to find Crabbe, okay?" Draco nodded and headed down towards the kitchens, trusting his friend to find Crabbe.
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When Ginny left the Hospital Wing, she decided to grab something to eat in the kitchens, since food always made her feel better. She approached the painting and walked right through into the kitchens. Walking down the staircase was hard for her as her private parts still ached from the night before.
A few house elves were running up and down the House tables and the faint chinking of silverware sounded in the background, while the smell of bacon and eggs quickly filled her senses.
Ginny sat down on one of the stools, just taking in the peaceful atmosphere. Soon, her thoughts drifted back to what happened the night before. As tears came to her eyes, she shook her head, telling herself over and over again that it did not happen.
Crabbe played with the hem of her underwear and slowly pulled it down to join her skirt. "No," she squirmed, "please, no," she cried. Crabbe ignored her protests and ran his fingers up her leg. His fingers wandered up her thigh, closer and closer to her core. "Oh, God, no," she cried harder, not knowing what else to do. Crabbe crawled back on top of her, sheathing his member in her immediately. "No," she screamed into the darkness.
But Ginny's thoughts slowly drifted to the moment before she lost consciousness. She remembered someone yell a spell as the weight on top of her lessened. She knew it was her savior, but she wanted to know who he was.
She was distracted from her thoughts as she felt a faint tugging on the bottom of her robes. Ginny looked down as a house elf peered up at her.
"How can Wendy help Miss?"
Ginny wiped the tears from her face and forced a smile down, "You can call me Ginny, Wendy, and if it's not too much trouble, I would like some bacon and eggs, please." A look of dismay went across Wendy's face, but then it turned to pleasure as she scrambled off to the kitchens to get Ginny's food.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," she spoke aloud, her eyes following the house elf.
"They tend to do that from time to time," said a voice behind her.
Ginny jerked her head to where the voice was coming from, 'Malfoy,' Ginny thought, 'just what I need at the moment.'
He was casually standing against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. "God, Malfoy, you look like shit," Ginny surprisingly said.
"Tell me something I don't know." He unfolded his arms and took a stool across from Ginny. "Hey, you don't look so good yourself." He said with honest care in his voice.
A flash of fear crossed Ginny's face that Draco didn't miss. 'If she only knew it was me who saved her,' he thought, 'but who am I kidding.'
Ginny watched Draco as a number of emotions passed over his face. "Anything wrong, Malfoy?"
"Uh… no," he said quickly, looking down.
"Oh, okay," she said. Draco looked at Ginny unaware of how she could be so calm about what happened last night.
A couple of minutes later, Wendy showed up with Ginny's food.
"Here you go, Miss." The house elf bowed and walked off.
"Thank you," Ginny called after it.
"God, Weasley," he smirked, "you call that a breakfast?" he asked, pointing to her plate of steaming food. It hurt him to tease her, but to keep up appearances; he had to, for the sakes of them both. He would rather keep her out of danger than taking the chance.
Ginny looked at her breakfast. "Bugger off, Malfoy."
"What? All I'm saying is that is a peasant breakfast," he laughed, not feeling like his heart was in it.
"Ha-ha, very funny." Ginny hopped off her stool and walked up the stairs and through the portrait hole.
"Wait," he called after her, "you need to eat…," but it was too late. For the portrait slammed shut, letting him know that he her off yet again.
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"What a prick," Ginny thought aloud, "thinks he's better than everyone else." She threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "I've really tried to be civil, but it's just no use."
Walking, Ginny found herself passing hallways that she didn't even know existed. When she turned the corner, she saw something sparkle out of the corner of her eye. She stopped in her tracks as her curiosity got the better of her.
Walking toward it, she found that it was a bracelet. Looking from her left to her right, she found no one else in the hallway. She bent down and retrieved the bracelet. But as soon as her hand touched it, it immediately plastered itself on her arm. "What the hell!" Ginny exclaimed aloud, trying to pull and push at the bracelet. But no matter what she did, it didn't come off. "Okay, I give up," Ginny sighed. As if in answer to her question, the bracelet soon began tugging Ginny's arm in the direction it wanted her to go. A confused expression exploded onto Ginny's face. What was this bracelet? And where did it want her to go? The bracelet tugged harder, snapping Ginny from her thoughts. "Okay, okay, I'm going." Ginny followed the bracelet as it tugged at her arm. Her arm stood out in front of her and suddenly dropped as she came face to face with a door.
The door was the oldest door Ginny had ever seen. The handle looked like something she had seen in a Muggle movie once. She pushed it open and took in her surroundings.
The room was the most gorgeous she had ever seen. There was a huge fireplace on the left wall, along with two huge couches, a loveseat, a few sconces, a stereo, and a large table standing before the fire. Looking up, she gasped as she found ladders descending higher up to the library found on every wall.
Ginny walked in and over to the stereo, feeling the knobs to make sure it wasn't a dream. She turned her head. The walls were a faint red and gold as if it had been magically done for a Gryffindor. In between the books and walls were all sorts of weapons that Ginny had never seen before.
A few minutes later, after examining every nook and cranny she soon felt the bracelet tugging at her arm again. She looked to where it was pointing to and found that it was the couch. "You want me to go to the couch?" she paused, questioning. Taking the silence as a yes, she slowly strolled over to the couch, expecting something to happen. But as soon as she sat down, the couch tilted backwards, dumping Ginny into an unknown tunnel.
'What the hell?' Ginny picked herself off the floor as torches flared up, lighting the forbidden hallway that beckoned to her. Ginny took an involuntary step backwards, looking around. All she saw were those creepy faces plastered onto the stone, holding up the torches.
Ginny took a step closer, admiring the faces closer to her.
"You're the one he's been talking about." The face said, springing to life as Ginny screamed, covering her mouth, and backing away.
She gained her composure once again, "What?" she stammered. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not.
"You're the one," it said again, "the one we've all been waiting for."
"But…,"
"Go to the end of the tunnel through the farthest door," the face cut off.
"Who? Who are you talking about and who's been waiting?" Ginny yelled until she noticed that the face was just stone again. Turning her head, she looked down the tunnel.
It was pitch black and all she could see was a tiny white dot that seemed all too far away. Ginny shuddered as a chill swept down her spine. She jerked her head back the way she came and shrugged, "Well, I guess there's nothing to loose." But the reality was, she had everything to loose.
With that, the ked up one of the torches and slowly headed down the corridor. After what seemed like forever, she finally reached the door that had been keeping her in suspense.
Ginny put the torch on a handle, looked behind her, and opened the door.
The room was a small circular one. It had four doors placed sporadically around. Lastly, in the middle of the room, sat a raven on a perch, staring at Ginny with beet-red eyes.
"Hello, Ginny," it spoke. Ginny screamed and backed away. She seemed to be doing that a lot. She turned around, trying to get out of there as fast as she could. But before she could, the door slammed shut, locking itself in a heartbeat.
"No, let me out." She pounded the door, hoping someone would hear. Finally defeated, she turned back around and stared the raven in the eyes. "Let me out," she said slowly, growling.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that."
"And why not?" she retorted.
"Because there's a reason why you came to me," he continued. "I've been watching you, Ginny. You're a very special person. Just the person I've been looking for."
Ginny stood there awestruck, just listening to the raven. 'You know, you'd think I would be used to this by now.' "Wait, why have you been looking for me?" Ginny questioned.
"Because I need your help." He said, staring at her, not having blinked once.
"Help with what?" she questioned, clearly confused.
"Before I can tell you, you need to understand," he said urgently.
"Understand what? This bracelet?" she interrupted.
"First off, my name is Ray," he glared at her for interrupting him.
"Well, that fits." Ginny said sarcastically. Ray just glared at her. "Okay, then," she dragged on.
"Our story begins around 50 years ago when Voldermort was in school." He started. "At this point in time, Tom was in his 7th year and had a best friend whose name was Elizabeth. They were inseparable; you never saw one without the other. He taught her everything he knew. Everyone thought one day that those two would get married or at least go down into the dark side together. Well, one of those things did come true. A couple years later after school had ended, Elizabeth tried to destroy Tom and take over the world. As usual, there were still some things that she didn't know and Tom did. So, in turn, Tom defeated Elizabeth, but he just couldn't kill her like all his other enemies. Instead, he put a spell on her and locked her away in the Mirror of Segreto. He then destroyed the mirror into 6 pieces and placed them sporadically around the world. The only way she could get out was if someone outside could find the six pieces of her mirror and put them back together. Now, 50 years later, she found a way around the curse and has been going to other mirrors and gathering followers. She plans to get as many supporters possible to help her completely break the spell, and, eventually, take down Voldermort." He looked Ginny straight in the eye, "She's been in that mirror for 50 years now, Ginny. When she comes out of that mirror, she could have the potential of destroying the world as we know it." Ray paused. "And that's where you come in."
"Me?" She pointed to herself. "But how can I help?"
"That bracelet brought you to me for a reason." He said. "It chose you and you can't take it off until you complete what it wants you to do."
"Well, what does it want me to do?" Ginny asked, paying close attention.
"It wants you to stop Elizabeth and her followers," he stated, watching her expression.
"What!" Ginny screeched, "I can't do that. I'm only one small person, and you're telling me I have to save the world. Can't you call Harry for that?"
"No, Ginny, you're fit for this job and everyone thinks so, too." Ray continued to glare at Ginny, hoping she would somehow get the point of how important this was.
"Hold on a minute. Who is this everyone?" she asked.
"Follow me." Ray flapped his wings and flew through the second door.
'Nobody will ever believe this.' She took a deep breath and opened the door that might decide her future. "Oh, my God," she gasped. Ginny walked into the room and tried to take everything in.
The room was huge. It looked like the Ministry of Magic, except better. But that wasn't even the beginning. It had at least 50 other wizards in there, each one at an office or running around carrying papers. There were huge screens that were magnified on the walls. Each screen looked like it was placed at special points around the world, monitoring groups of people all at one time.
"So, what do you think?" Ginny jumped and turned her head to face none other than Ray.
"It's amazing," she said, "but what does all of this have to do with me?"
"It has to do with everything, Ginny. You're the next warrior."
Ginny stopped breathing. "What?" she gulped.
"You're the one that's going to save us all."
"I…I…can't be. This is all wrong." Ginny shook her head. "I'm hallucinating, that's it. This is all a dream and I'm going to wake up right…now." She closed her eyes and reopened them.
"Ginny, this is not a dream, the world needs you. The only thing is, will you help save it."?
"I don't know," she said slowly, "this is just too much for me."
"I know," Ray said. "It was hard for me, too. For that, I will give you 1 day. 1 day in which you choose your destiny. Come back to me tomorrow night with your answer. I trust you can find your way out," he finished and flew off into the rafters.
"Very blunt that one is," Ginny mumbled.
When Ginny opened the door to the long corridor, every face on the wall turned towards her. She closed the door and walked down the corridor, ignoring the pairs of eyes watching her every move.
She reached the end of it with mixed emotions and thoughts running through her head and grabbed the door handle with no thought of looking back.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed it,I knowI enjoyed writing it. Well tell me what you think. R&R as always. Tell me if I'm doing a good job with this story. Well until next time. Ciao!