Sorry it's been so long. I sincerely didn't mean to neglect this fanfiction. It's honestly one of my favorites. Unfortunately, before I moved last October, I lost the copies I had of what I'd posted. When I finally got settled down to write, I had no internet (and I still don't.) I don't know how long this'll be, but I do hope it at least partially makes up for my absence.

If you want to know why it's in italics, and don't mind a spoiler, just say so and I'll tell you.


Same Day and Time


The crash awoke the tower, each occupant jolting up in fear, with the exception of Ginny. Draco held her as the Gryffindor boys tried to see what had shattered loud enough to cause screams throughout the tower.

As if something was haunting her, Ginny began to scream and thrash in her sleep, which brought the room's attention back on her.

"Help!" Draco yelled at the boys, trying to wake her. It took a few seconds for them to register the thought, but when they did, all of them raced to help.

Harry and Ron both tried to help Draco by taking the thrashing girl, but when they touched her, sparks of electricity seemed to shock them into releasing her.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron suddenly blurted out, his face red.

"Which event are you referring too?" Draco spat, lifting the girl completely into his arms. Ron looked at him, slightly confused.

"The crash, my father, Granger being petrified downstairs, or your lovely sister thrashing around like she's having a seizure?" Draco asked.

"Anxio petrificus totalus!" Before Ron could answer, Draco cast the spell his father had cast on Hermione on his father. After that, the Slytherin managed to grasp Ginny's wand and stand up.

"Everything, Malfoy!" Harry yelled as Ron did. Draco turned away from them and kicked open the door, the new light from the Common room lighting up the dormitory.

Ron and Seamus both cast a levitation charm on the cursed Malfoy. The entirety of the dormitory followed Draco out, Ron, Seamus, and Harry being the first three to begin.

There was an extremely large group of Gryffindors, possibly the entire tower, gathered around in the center where Hermione was petrified. A scream let out when a third year saw Malfoy.

"There's a Slytherin in here!" the girl screamed, pointing at Draco. Everyone looked at them just as McGonagall came out to see what was going on, and what the noise had been.

"No!" Ginny yelled out an almost inhuman yell in her sleep, causing those who didn't know she was asleep to panic.

"McGonagall! We need some help over here!" Harry yelled out standing in front of Draco. She raced over, a few of the sixth years following her.

"Do you have anything to do with this, Potter?" she asked, having not heard the third year or seen Malfoy.

"Stop!" Ginny yelled out in that same nearly inhuman way, still thrashing. McGonagall then spotted both Malfoy intruders.

"We need to get Granger and Weasley to the Infirmary, and get my father, away." Draco said to her, still saying father with hate. McGonagall made to levitate Ginny, but her hands held too tightly to Draco, and the shocks Harry and Ron had felt touched her as well, vibrating through her wand. Draco moved out of McGonagall's way, racing out of the Gryffindor Tower to the infirmary.

As he reached the approaching turn to the infirmary, an invisible cord tripped him, causing both him and Ginny to go sprawling on the ground. When the others caught up with them, Draco and Ginny were both unconscious… and thrashing.


That moment at the lake was one of the best moments she'd experienced before she discovered what was going on. It was one of the things she let herself remember as she sat in this prison. It, she supposed, helped her stay sane.

She could think that it was the reason she didn't regret doing what she did, but she knew it was only part of it. Only part of something more.

When the exhaustion had hit her that night, it had been something more sinister that caused the effects of her slumber. Something more sinister that had caused the other one to slumber as she did.

In the prison she was in, she hated to wash off the blood. Her blood. His blood. Their blood. It's blood. She remained filthy and cold from it. From the hell she'd been going through. Still, she refused to regret her actions.


Morning of September 1st,1997


Pictures flew by her eyes, like a muggle film, each more evil than the last. Darkness encompassed them, as if taunting her with color. In each, was a man, face darkened and shadowed, and he was dead. Every time, he had a different way of being dead.

But somehow she knew who it was.


End of Chapter 5