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Morning of September 1st, 1997

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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. Him. The one she'd always dreamed was dying. The one that, until now, she never knew by name. Something about him told her that he was supposed to have noticed her. Supposed to have talked to her. Supposed to have hit her with a door. Supposed to have been a Malfoy.

The pictures became slower and more descriptive, each one showing more carnage and blood than the last. Each one hitting her heart harder. And then a picture of her appeared. It didn't change, but advanced. The vision in front of her told a story.

She watched, scared but enraptured in the story that was unfolding.

Vision Ginny wore a red sweater and blue jeans with a purple stain under the front left pocket. Her school robes were on the ground next to her, covering a body.

"Evvy!" a male voice yelled. Ginny's head whipped up and looked around. A moment later, her eyes locked with a set of grey ones. The girl looked from the body to the grey eyed man before running to the man.

"He's dead… he's dead…" Ginny rasped, falling into him.

"We need to get out of here, Evvy. They'll find us." he told her, holding her close.

"I know! You don't think I know that!" she cried, trying to keep calm. The man just shook his head.

"Gin! Malfoy! Run!" a familiar voice rang out through the mists. Ginny and Draco looked around for a second before taking off in a hurry, hands clasped together.

They realized their mistake soon after. They'd run in the wrong direction. They'd run right into what they were running from.

"You failed, Weasley. I gave you a choice. Us or him. You picked him…" Lucius Malfoy snarled, reaching behind him.

He swung a katana with a curved hilt from behind him. As if he'd planned it all out, a spell from his wand hit the sword just before it hit flesh, leaving behind a deep, diagonal gash in Draco Malfoy's chest.

"No!" Ginny cried, forcing herself onto the ground by his dying body.

"Evvy… run…"

Her eyes fluttered open as she let out a guttural scream, her chest burning with an unbearable pain. Her hair was cold and dry against the surface of her wet, damp face, something she noticed before she could stop screaming.

"Weasley! Calm down… it's all right now…" McGonagall told her, edging closer.

"Why… why…" Ginny managed, her grip unknowingly tightening on Draco.

"I don't know…"

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That's all for now, sorry… I know it's not much. I tried to get as much in as I could with my time.

Please review… I love getting feedback.

I just realized my cat's three today... and I posted the first chapter a year and two months ago today...

LMB