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The night was peaceful, quiet and the stars were shining brightly on the sleeping world below. Just by looking at them you're wondering of you could reach them, touch it and asking yourself if it could swallow you up into the nothingness. The universe seems to be lonely place were no worries could consume you. These thoughts were on Nuitari's mind when he looked up at the dark sky from his window. His face didn't show any emotion, just a blank expression. But inside he was stressful. What was wrong with him? He didn't know, not really. Night sighed, shaking his head ear his mind. He looked away from the stars and stared at a sleeping form in bed, a few feet away from the window. Was she the reason of his demeanor? Was she responsible for the feeling he was experiencing now? What ever it was, he couldn't find it. Nuitari stretched himself while he scratched on his back. Only one thing was sure; she was the cause that he felt so attractive towards her.

Night climbed into the bed and crawled towards her, quietly for not waking her up. Her face was peaceful, a small smile was plastered on her lips and her breathing was rhythmical. She must be dreaming. She seems so happy when she sleeps. He removed some of her hair from her face while caressing her cheek. Under his touch, Ginny stirred and he took his hand away, but she didn't wake up. She's so beautiful,… I can stay awake all night just to hear you breathing, Ginny. He gently bent down and kissed her eyes, her lips and wondering if she felt the same way about him. He moaned quietly. He met many women in this castle, but none of them had the same effect on him except this girl and his diseased mother. After kissing her softly, he stepped out of the bed again and walked to the open window.

He had to do something about this before it gets out of hand and falling deeper and deeper into her charms. He could do that, could he? Nuitari grimaced while groaning in frustration. Damn her! What are you doing to me, girl! Stop it! He learned against the cool wall next to the window, casting his lavender eyes on her sleeping form. His back ached suddenly making him moan in silent. It's you isn't it? You are changing me, Ginny! You make me doubt. But this is possible! His blood was boiling and his heart was bleeding. Wondering where all these emotions coming from. It's tearing him apart. He went down on his knees and clenched his chest as if his heart would jump out of it. His back was burning, like his skin was stretching. Tears were gathering in his eyes but he blinked it away. He couldn't think clearly because of the pain in his heart, but than it hit him. It felt familiar, this tenderness.

"It's impossible!... They're gone… I lost them…" he said between long painful breaths. Night stood up, tuning out his pain on his back and stumbled to the door which leads to the main room. He was searching for heat; because he was freezing and the hearth was welcoming him. Something was wrong, very wrong.

Someone was touching her, but she didn't give in to wake up because she was having a great dream about her friends. They were chatting while walking next to the lake on the Hogwarts ground and Harry had the nerve kissing her in front of everyone. But the noise outside her dreams did finally wake her up. Ginny blinked the sleep out of her eyes. It was still dark and she felt a bit disorientated. The window was open and the bed next to her was empty as usual. Ginny sighed and lied back in bed trying to catch sleep again, but it was fruitless. The room was freezing because of the window instead of taking more blankets; she stood up and walked to the window. Clouds were gathering in the dark sky when she closed it. Now she was wondering where Nuitari was every night. Probably having a midnight chat with his father! Ginny sighed but smiled. But at least I can write my letter! Knowing that, she walked back to her bed. She was about to step her foot under the blanket when she heard faint noises next door. It was like someone was breathing very hard and rapidly. Curious, she walked to the door and opened it.

What she saw made her grasped. Her heart was beating fast in her chest when she stepped backwards and crammed her back in the corner. She couldn't put it under words what was happening before her, but it was Night who was standing before the fireplace. Something dark was lying on his back while his arms were learning above the hearth, supporting his body. A bit of blood was flowing down on the ground from his back. She stepped closer while Nuitari made a painful noise and the dark mass started to move. Her eyes winced; her mouth was dry when suddenly two identical black wings spread out over his back. Wings! These wings were bigger than his body and reached to the ceiling. Nuitari was still breathing hard, his chest going up and down. Ginny made a noise and backed off from this… this… this thing, what ever it was.

Hearing the noise behind him, Nuitari turned around lowering his wings and faced a horror stricken girl. His eyes were crimson again instead of lavender. The pain on his back was still aching and every time when he moved his wings it was like someone was stabbing him in the back. It was excruciating the last few minutes until his two scars reopened again and two black wings came out of it… again. It was a long time ago when he had them, until everything was lost. Night stared at her. She was the cause of it, of this pain. He folded his wings up and stepped towards her.

Ginny saw him coming and backed off.

"Stay away from me!" She bellowed. She ran backward keeping her eyes on him. Nuitari smiled at her and followed her. Ginny ran around the table going to the other side while he was at the other side of the table watching her, his wings billowing behind him.

"What's wrong? Never saw wings before, I should thank you for this, Ginny."

"WHAT! Leave me out of this!" she shouted. She stepped to the right while he stepped in the other direction to catch her. Ginny turned around running fast to reach the bedroom. Nuitari knew what she was about to do; he spread slightly his wings, jumped on the table and leaped over her, blocking her way. She collided with his back and stumbled backwards on her rear. He slowly turned around, his feather scrapping over the floor and faced her again. Now she was crawling backward on her hands but he griped her and pulled her on her feet.

"Calm down!"

"Let me go!"

"STOP!" he shouted. There was power behind his voice and his eyes flashed for an instant. She stopped struggling, hearing his wings folding up again.

"Please, let me go." She whispered.

"If you don't run again." He said, she nodded and he let her go. Ginny took a step back, studying him. Nuitari sighed and walked back to the heart. She swallowed hard and followed him and sat down in one of the armchair. She looked at his wings. A transfiguration went wrong perhaps? But she had to admit, they were beautiful. They were darker than his hair color and there was a dark blue glow on it when you looked closer. His attachment feathers touched the ground and looked quite sharp. Can he fly with it? No, he isn't an angel! But now she was wondering who he really was or better; what he was. She never saw him do magic or seeing him with a wand. Yes, the big question was; who was he really.

"What are you?" she asked him. Nuitari turned around, looking at her and arched an eyebrow. Now he was confused.

"You don't know?" he asked. She shook her head. "Then what are they teaching you at school?" Now she looked mystified. What do I have to learn at school? Wings? Angels? Ginny started to laugh while he was getting annoyed by her behavior.

"You're not an angel, are you?" she said between giggled. Nuitari eyed her angrily.

"No, but you're close." He said coolly. She stopped giggling and stared at him. She was getting afraid. He was not an angel but has wings anyway, she thought. She shifted in her seat.

"Then… then what are you?"

Nuitari sighed, he wanted to sit down but couldn't because of his wings. He walked to the table and took a chair. He turned it around with the backside in front of him and sat down, his arms resting on the top. She followed him closely, a bit giggling because of his problems. But his back still was aching.

"What I'm about to tell you, does not leave this room." He started and she gave him a little nod. She was quite curious, he could tell. So he continued. "I'm a Sorcerer."

"But that is just the same as being a wizard." She stated. Night shook his head. He was staring at her. She was the reason that his wings came back. Could he lo, no she never would accept it. But now he was stuck with it. Nuitari groaned, shifting his wings on his back.

"No, it's not." He continued. "A wizard can have some abilities that came from the Sorcerers kind like wandless magic and mind control but can never be a fully Sorcerer." Ginny nodded, listening carefully. "A Sorcerer has some characteristics and you can tell me that or you don't know?"

Ginny looked deep in thoughts. Why should she? Sorcerer or wizard, wizard or sorcerer; they are all the same. He just won't admit he did something wrong. The sound of his wings spreading made her look up again. He was staring at her with his crimson coloured eyes. Even his eyes have changed. Is this the different between a wizard and a Sorcerer? But… why? Nuitari was getting annoyed and stood up, he walked towards her. Ginny learned back in her seat when he towered above her.

"Well?" He asked. He bent over, looking her in the eye. They noses were a few inches away from each other. His wings were slightly extended, casting shadows over her.

"I don't know, really. They taught us that sorcerers and wizard were the same thing, really." She appealed. Nuitari scowled by hearing this.

"Good for you then."

"What that suppose to mean?" she replied, frowning.

"That means you won't be a problem to me. Less the knowledge, less the trouble." He said coming closer. She backed off.

"Right, like I have a choice." She said coolly, looking away. Nuitari smirked, standing straight again while folding his wings. Ginny couldn't keep her eyes of him. She was watching him between her eye lashes. Sure, he didn't wear any shirt because of his wings. He was quite muscular, having a six pack made him more powerful. He had a weird symbol on his left breast under his collarbone tattooed. She couldn't decipher it because he turned around facing the heart. And now she knew why he had two identical scars on his back. They were the origins of his wings.

"So," she started, not giving up, "So, you're a sorcerer, but Dumbledore is a sorcerer too. Everyone says that, right? I mean, he's quite powerful." Nuitari started to laugh when he turned to face her. She didn't quite like his behaviour. Why was he laughing? Bastard!

"Dumbledore is very powerful," he said crossly, "but he is still a wizard. Your mistaking girl, Dumbledore is nothing compared to me. I'm a true sorcerer!"

"Alright, I got the picture. You don't need to shout." She shot back. There was a moment of silent only the noise of the fire consuming the wood could be heard. He sighed and disappeared in the bedroom, coming a moment later wearing a dark jacket with a small collar. He walked to the big window in the main room and opened it, and then he turned around.

"Do you not need to write a letter?" He mocked. She lighted up and nodded, wondering what he was going to do. "I'll be back later." With that he stepped on the window bay, took one step outside and spread his wings. Ginny winced knowing what he was about to do and jumped out her seat. When she reached the window, he was along gone. Ok, he can fly. She sighed and concentrated on her task; to write a letter to her family.

She has spent an hour writing her letter in the library alone except for the company of the Phoenix and the wolf who had curled at her feet. After her finishing touch, signing her name, she folded it up and put it in an envelope. She lied back in her seat not knowing what to do next. How was she going to send her letter? Dranzer, the Phoenix, sang a soft tune which made her comfortable. Until a dark figure entered the room, put her out of her reverie. Shadow stood up immediately and greeted his master. Ginny gasped at his sight. He had few cuts on his arms and face, his hair was decked with leaves and little twigs and his feathers were having weird angles. It was like he flew into a whirlwind. She giggled silently. Nuitari groaned, ignoring her.

"It's been a while, ok!" he spat. She prevented herself from giggling, looking down. He cast her back to her and closed his eyes. Night concentrated on his magic, feeling it extending through his body. Ginny only saw yellow light circling his body and that slowly his wings disappeared. The light ended, Nuitari turned around and she saw that all the cuts were healed. His eyes went beck to his normal colour and he ran through his hair, taking the dirt out of it. Ginny looked in awe.

"What happened to your wings?" She asked him curiously. Nuitari straighted his jacket and walked towards his desk.

"I made them disappear."

"Like before?"

"No. Before this morning I lost them, thanks to you I regained them." He snarled.

"I have nothing to do with this!"

"Yeah, right." He mocked.

"Then tell me!" She insisted.

"Not a chance!" His voice was cold.

"FINE!" Ginny scowled back.

"GOOD!" He replied.

Silent.

Nuitari looked at his desk and found an envelope. Probably hers. Looking back at her, he took it and watched it.

"Have you finished your letter?" He asked. She only nodded. "To whom?"

"My parents please." Her voice cracked a bit, emotionally. He walked towards the Phoenix and gave it to her, and then he looked back at the girl for an answer. Ginny blinked a few times before she understood it.

"To Arthur and Molly Weasley." She said to the Phoenix. The bird tuned a sound of approval until she disappeared surrounded by blue flames. Nuitari sighed. Not knowing he just made a mistake that could alter the plans from the Light side. Ginny was pleased with her letter, hoping she would get a reply. Mentally she crossed her fingers. She looked up at the dark haired man before her, wondering what he was going to do now.

The noise was unbearable. The room which the Order of the Phoenix was held was a total mess. Everyone was shouting, throwing accusations to each other and some members had just a heat conversation that their wands were drawn. Molly Weasley was still sobbing and her husband held a discussion with Shacklebolt. The discussion went mostly about the Dark Lord's actions. Lately more and more attacks from Voldemort were being observed and defended. There was a small raid in Daigon Ally, but it was only a decoy which the Aurors could prevent easily. But the real attack was on one of the smaller villages near London. Many people died, tortured and raped. Children and adults alike. With other words; it was a massacre, nobody survived and the Aurors came too late.

This couldn't happen anymore and that was the topic of the discussion which was held in the meeting. The only two persons who watched the scene in silent were Dumbledore and Snape. The old Headmaster was sighing and the twinkle in his eyes had disappeared while Snape took his distance. He didn't know anything about the attack because the Dark Lord didn't thrust him. And then there was the task he had to do and time was running out. Dumbledore however, was about to clear his throat for silent but was intervened by blue flames in the centre of the table.

Everyone backed off immediately from the chock and stared with open eyes at a black Phoenix. Wands were drawn instantly but Dumbledore held his hand high. Nobody saw a black Phoenix before only because they were very rare and was seen as a dark creature. But the look on the old professor face was more a surprise than a question.

"Albus?" Remus started, watching every move of the bird in caution.

"Wait." Was the only thing he said. Dumbledore wasn't so surprised anymore to see the black Phoenix; it was more a confusion and recognition. Dranzer? Is Lady Selena still alive? I wonder… The Phoenix flew over to the Weasley family and dropped a letter. Molly watched the bird in awe, then at the letter. Her husband who saw her hesitated took the letter and winced.

"It's… It's from Ginny." He stuttered. All the Weasley members (minus Ron and Percy) rusted over to their parents while the other members looked in shock.

"C'mon, dad, read it!" Fred said, a bit confused and curious. Arthur nodded, looked had his wife who gave him a go. He unfolded the letter and started to read:

Dear Family

I'm so glad that you are reading this. I just want to tell you that I'm fine, really. The person who's taking care of me is quite nice, well sometimes, he has quite a temper. I'm telling you. I miss you all very much and I want to go back home, but I don't know where I am. I'm staying at a castle where the sun never shines I think and that's driving me nuts.

Please, come and get me?

I'm trying to change his mind (luckily I got some influences on him) so that he let me go, but things got more complicated. I'm not sure if I can tell you this, but he's just like an angel. You have to understand that.

Anyway, I hope you will write back to me, I need it very much and I hope I can com home very soon

Love

Ginny.

Tears were spilled in the eyes of the Weasley family. Ms. Weasley was rereading the letter from her daughter. After a few minutes of silent, everyone sighed. Relieved to hear that she was fine. Dumbledore looked deep in thought. Ginny was a very clever girl, he had to admit, because there were a few hints nobody except himself noticed. Like an angel. I do understand Miss Weasley. Thanks for the information.

The black bird took his place next to Fawkes who greeted her, because somehow they knew each other. That made Remus frown. He eyes the Headmaster who looked back at him, nodding. The Weasley family were very busy writing a letter back which took a few minutes. The rest of the Order members looked back and forth from the bird to Dumbledore for some clarification.

"Severus," Albus started, everyone listened carefully, "The castle where Voldemort is staying, does it have the same description that Miss Weasley wrote?" Snape eyed the headmaster sternly, thinking.

"I don't know. Sure, it's a dark place and I have never seen the sun once. But that's because he calls me during the night." He said, staying in the shadows. Dumbledore nodded.

"Let me ask you something, have you seen an angelic like statue which wings are extended like it's about to take flight?" He asked carefully. Snape stared at them in silent. Thinking, going over in his memory to search what he has been asked.

"Yes, I think a saw one," Snape said, "above the main staircase. It's quite big."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement. So he was right all along. Now he knew where Ginny is and Voldemort. This was good news. But why would Selena do something like that? He didn't know the answer. And who is this man Ginny was talking about. Sure, he hadn't had any contact anymore with the Lady for eighteen years. That's making him think. But one thing was sure. The Sorcerer kind hasn't yet been vanished. And then there was that man Snape has told about. The right hand of Voldemort perhaps? So many question and so few answers.

"What is the meaning of this, Albus?" Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody asked the Headmaster in suspicious. The old man sighed, looking down. He had to tell them sooner or later. He straightened his glasses on his noise and looked everyone in the eye.

"Well," He started, "I know where Miss Weasley is."

Silent. It was like every member in the room was holding his or her breath. Until then.

"WHAT!"

"What do you mean!"

"No Way!"

"Please, one at the time." The headmaster said. Ms. Weasley looked at him with pleading eyes, knowing now where her daughter stays. Seeing her eyes Dumbledore continued.

"Your daughter, Molly is in Europe. More specifically; in the Alpines. There's a place where nobody can reach but is magically protected from the frost and intruders. Nobody knows where the castle is except for Dranzer and Fawkes."

Everyone winced in surprised and looked to the black bird, then back at Dumbledore. Both Phoenixes sang a soft tune until one of the Weasley stepped to the black phoenix and gave the new letter. Dranzer nodded, took the letter in its beak and burst in blue flame. Seconds later, she was gone. Dumbledore carried on with his explanation.

"Lady Selena Mariana Riviera and I were fairly good friends, but I haven't heard her in eighteen years. She's the owner of the Galatea Castle and the black phoenix. But now I have to say that Voldemort ("gasps") is housing in that castle too."

They couldn't belief they ears. Dumbledore has expected that reaction. Severus Snape was stunned too. All these time he went there, he never paid attention to his surroundings. But now he knew. They knew. And the question was now; what will they do? Mad-eye, however, looked thrilled.

"I will gather the forces and…" he was interrupted by Dumbledore who nodded in disagreement.

"There's no possibility of a full force on the castle, Alastor. The castle is well protected by Ancient Magic. The wards around Hogwarts can't compete even that." Albus said.

"What do you mean?" some said. Some nodded.

"The Galatea Castle is one of the last Castles from the Sorcerer's kind. You may or may not belief it, but they still exist and Lady Selena was one of the last of her kin. But with the knowledge Miss Weasley gave us, it happened to be incorrect." He said.

Some members frown at that thought because nobody has seen one before. Not even the history books or any books have ever written about them because they wanted to stay anonymous to every kind. That's why witches and wizard has forgotten about them. Dumbledore wasn't eager to tell them how to recognise one because it will lead to havoc. Luckily no one knew and that made him content. When the time comes, he will tell them. Until then, they have to stay cautious.

After some minor reports from the Aurors and other members from the Order, Dumbledore called this meeting adjourned. One and all said their goodbyes to each other and went back to their lives. Only Snape and McGonagall stayed behind, staring into space. Minerva was to first one to break the silent.

"Albus, correct me if I'm wrong, but are Sorcerer's also known as Angels?" She asked him carefully. The old professor could only waggle.

"But…"

"Muggles prefer Sorcerers as Angels, 'Messengers from God', Minerva. And yes, the person who's taking care of Miss Weasley is a Sorcerer. The only reason why I didn't told the Order is because I don't want to create mayhem amongst us." He turned to Snape. "This person who you described earlier must be the same person. This is the only facts I can give you, Severus. So be careful because Sorcerers are very powerful."

Snape agreed, already knowing that. McGonagall was about to faint until Dumbledore shoed them out of his office. Now he prayed to the God's that they don't have to fight against 'Angels', otherwise they will lose anyway and everything will be lost. Not even their Golden Boy will not stand a chance.

Tick, tack, tick tack… The red haired girl stared at the clock which was placed on the chimney. She was bored out of her mind, not to mention her body. She wanted to do something but Nuitari was gone again to attend a Death-Eaters meeting leaving her behind. Not that she wanted to come along. But a small walk outside will do some wonders. She sighed, lowering her head. When Dranzer came back, she gave the girl a letter in return. She was so happy that she started to read it immediately. Tears came out of her eyes when she read it. Nothing has changed back there except that her mother and of course the rest of the family misses her and want her back straight away. Nuitari didn't pay much attention while she was reading, but he felt pain that was coming from her. He shrugged and bit farewell. And now she was sitting here, alone again.

The world seems not the same,
though I know nothing has changed.
It's all my state of mind,
I can't leave it all behind.
I have stand up to be stronger.

She looked back up; she narrowed her eyes and stood up. Screw him, I'm leaving. I'm fed up with this! She ran back in the bedroom and took her coat which Night had given to her to first night she was here. She put it on and ran back in the other room. She wished she had her wand but she probably lost it during the attack on the Express. She groaned at that thought. Why is life so hard? She made her mind and walked to the door. Before she opened it, her hand heisted. I can do this… I am strong and…I want to go home. Ok, take a deep breath, Ginny. She opened the door, revealing a dark corridor. Taking a candelabrum, she faced the dark pitch. Here we go. She stepped into the darkness, closing the door behind her.

I have to try to break free
From the thoughts in my mind.
Use the time that I have,
I can't say goodbye,
have to make it right.
Have to fight, cause I know
In the end it's worthwhile,
that the pain that I feel slowly fades away.
It will be alright.

The dark corridor was lit when she passed it (thanks to the candelabrum), watching the scenery in awe. There were many old paintings and a lot of statues. It was like they were telling her a story and soon she was caught up in them. When she turned the corner, she was standing a grand room. This must be some sort of resting room because there were some comfortable chairs, a heard and a small library. She moved into the room, her candle casting light in the darkness. She stroked the top of the chair when she passed leaving a line in the dust. Everything was old, like it wasn't used in decades. The library was interested too when she read the title of a few books until she saw another door leading to elsewhere.

I know, should realise
Time is precious, it is worthwhile.
Despite how I feel inside,
have to trust it will be alright.
Have to stand up to be stronger.

She totally lost the way back and found herself in another room which she lost counting how many there were in this castle. But it felt good to be outside the room for once. Smelling the dust and the cool breeze that waved her hair. It was almost like in Hogwarts except there she wasn't a prison. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She was searching for the front door or gate which will lead her to her freedom, but it was fruitless. This isn't a castle, this is a bloody maze! She decided to run back her steps when she saw something move in the shadows. Her heart froze until she swallowed. She closed her eyes and when she opened it, it moved again until it was totally gone. She didn't want to find out what it was and made her way back to her quarters, where ever it is.

I have to try to break free
From the thoughts in my mind.
Use the time that I have,
I can't say goodbye,
have to make it right.
Have to fight, cause I know
In the end it's worthwhile,
that the pain that I feel slowly fades away.
It will be alright.

At the other side of the castle, Night was watching the sky. A big moon was laid over the mountains that went around the castle. It was a white moon and covered with scars. Any damn fool could imagine a face there. There was light enough so that he could see everything outside. The darkness has cleared away, for now. He didn't pay much attention to the meeting, because of his back ache. Damn that girl! Instead of that, he took his sanctuary on one of the battlements until something caught his eyes. Shadows were moving towards the castle which was quite odd. He stood up and watched them. Strange…they never move unless I tell them too or a stranger is in the castle… He frowned, thinking. He closed his eyes and let his magic work. A big awareness of dark magic was stationed in the north, nothing news because he knew were they were; the remaining Death-Eaters. He searched further and felt a faint aura of someone in the west of the castle. He knew exactly who that was. He snapped open his eyes revealing two crimson eyes. Ginny! He made his way to the door when he felt another dark sensation and it wasn't far from her. His heart froze. Voldemort.

Now she was panicking. She was lost, that's a statement. But when the shadows started to move and to whisper, she broke down into a run. Breathing heavily she stopped and scanned around. Bingo! She saw a painting that she saw earlier and this meant she wasn't to far from her quarters. She was about to walk again when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She stopped in her tracks, not turning around. The footsteps came closer and closer but one thing was sure, it wasn't Nuitari because his steps were lighter. Then the sound stopped, she could feel the eyes in her back. Gathering her courage, she turned around and dropped her candle.

Oh, this night is too long.
I have to strength to go on
No more pain, i´m floating away.
Through the mist i see the face
Of an angel, who calls my name.
I remember you´re the reason i have to stay

Voldemort was staring at the figure before him and he recognised her immediately. His expression went from confusion to an evil grin and he stepped closer. The girl was glued to her spot because of his magic. He grinned again. Ginny at the other hand was terrified. This was so familiar, like a déjà-vu. The sweat was breaking out of her when she stared at him, she was forced anyway.

"Well, well, who we have here. Ginny, isn't it?" His voice was low. Ginny swallowed hard. Trying to break the spell, but with no avail. Now she wished for Nuitari to show up. He stepped closer.

"Stay… stay away from me…" She could barely say.

"Why? The last time you wanted me so much… A shoulder to cry on." He mocked.

"No," it was merely a whisper, "Please don't… leave me be." Tears rolled down her cheek and felt on the floor. Her body was shaking all over the place when he came closer.

"C'mon, Ginny. One last time, I know how you feel." He hissed, narrowing his eyes. He was a few feet away and extended his hand to touch her. She closed her eyes in agony. After a few second which seems like an eternity, two arms embraced her from behind. She snapped open her eyes and saw that Voldemort was taken aback by surprise. The spell was broken and her knees gave away, but strong arms were holding her straight.

"What did you do?" The voice demanded crossly. Ginny recognised that voice. Nuitari. She turned her head and saw crimson eyes.

"So, she's the one you are taking care of. Interesting. I have to say, Ginny and I know each other very well." He said grinning evilly. Nuitari moaned furiously.

"Get out!" He hissed. His eyes blazed with fury. Voldemort took a step back, away from his sons rage. "Get out! Now!" Night bellowed. His aura changed and the Dark Lord sensed it.

"Be careful what you're doing, boy." With that he turned around and disappeared. Nuitari let out a long breath and turned his attention back to the girl. She was shaking and clenched him tightly.

"Please, make him go away… away…" she whispered, crying. Night sighed and wiped away her tears. It took all lot of self control not to burst to his father otherwise he blew his cover as a Sorcerer. She has been so alone, he realised that now. He picked her up, her head rested on his shoulder when he made his way to his quarter.

I have try to break free
From the thoughts in my mind.
Use the time that i have,
i can´t say goodbye,
have to make it right.
Have to fight, cause i know
In the end it´s worthwhile,
that the pain that i feel slowly fades away.
It will be alright.

When he entered his bedroom, he gently put her down on the bed and pulled the covers over her. His eyes were locked on her for several minutes when she stirred and opened her eyes again.

"Thank you and… sorry." She said, looking down ashamed. Night didn't move. He looked back at her form and started to understand that she wasn't a little girl anymore but a woman who was strong and… wanted to go home.

"Don't worry, it's alright. Go to sleep and I promise I'll stay tomorrow with you."

She blinked and nodded then, pulling the covers over her and bit him a good night. He did the same and walked away, leaving her to her dreams and wishes.

TBC….

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