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Chapter Eight: Wounds

Ginny sat on the floorof the dungeon soon after Draco disapparated. She hated him so much that if she had a wand she would kill him. And Harry, was he OK? And now, what was going to happen, he thought she was dead, or did he discover it was Pansy Parkinson who had died? How was her family? How had they recived the news? Were they looking for her yet? Or did they believe she was dead? Were they alright? She had so many doubts. Her mind was spinning with all the thoughts and memories. Harry had sufered so much, it had been agonizing seeing him cry and want to die just because he thought she was being tortured. But at least she had seen him, she started believing again, she had faith there was a chance of her going back to him. But she was once more inside that dungeon e she didn't know when she would go out again. The Redhead closed her eyes exausted and fell asleep in the dirty florr listening to the furious waves hitting against the rocks.

Very far away from there, Draco entered the office of Lord Voldemort. He did not knew why he was there. Voldemort couldn't know what he had done. That little revenge from Potter had been carfully planed so that no one knew. Even the man he had asked to deliver the letter to Scar Head had been murdered by him. No one knew he had Ginny, everything had been perfectly planned, Voldemort couldn't know.

"Hello Draco!" the Lord Of Darkness said not looking at Draco. Voldemort was sitting in his big chair of fund, with hsi b ody turned towards the window, lookig through it to the mountains he could see close to his house. Voldemort had chosen the mountains to prepare the final battle, it was quiet and dark, exactly what Voldemort looked for. Draco knew Voldemort had discovered many dark cursess there that had been forgotten and he had created new ones and that he wouldn't tell anyone. To Draco, Potter without Dumbledore guiding anymore, was doomed, he would be a little rat in the hands of the Lord of Darkness.

"My Lord!" Draco said making a bow.

"You know why I called you my faithfull servant?

"Forgive me my ignorance but I have no idea."

"I believe you do Draco! According to what I've been told, you caught Potter, you tortured Potter and I did not know about it, at least not from you! I heard you killed the little Weasley girl! The girl that trusted my young soul, a child that almost died for me! Why did you hide this Draco? Why hide it from your master?

"I... forgive me my lord, I was selfish, I wanted revenge from Potter..."

"I know and that is what I like most about you, you thirst for revenge, your hunger for power and your wish for pain and destruction of those who dare to go against your will. But Potter is mine and i would like you to bring me Potter the next time you decided to torture him.

"I woun't forget master!"

"Oh no you won't!" Voldemort said getting up and facing Draco.

Harry Potter sat on the couch of the Weasley's living room. He was waiting for Ron to come down. His eyes stopped in the clock. There, the name of Ginny was pointing at Mortal Peril. He turned his face to the other side. If he wasn't so exausted and distracted with his own thoughts, he would have gotten a fright when Fred and George appeared in the fireplace. They had the face of someone who was planning something in secret and could hardly contain themselves not to tell. Harry noticed a strange sparkle in their eyes, something close to fury and evil together, but he didn't care, that sparkle was in the eyes of the people who knew what Malfoy had done.

Ron came down from his room wearing dark robes. He and Harry did not spoke and got out.

"So, what are we going to do?" Ron asked Harry seriously when they were far from the house.

"Not exactly! But if Malfoy is a hunter, I'll learn how to hunt an d there is only one person that can teach me how to hunt like a snake!"

"Who?" Ron asked not understanding at all what Harry had said. Since Harry knew that the perrson who had died was Pansy and not Ginny he was weird, he had closed himself, he was misterious and with a strange gaze. If Ron did not knew him he would say Harry had been a Slytherin.

To hunt like a snake we need to learn with one!We are going to visit Severus Snape!

Ginny woke up thinking she had slept too long but shen she noticed, it was still dark. She leaned against the wall. The previous night was still to close, the memories haunted her dreams.

Ginny needed to get out of herself. She closed her eyes. The air was fresh. A soft breeze was whistling through the window far up in the dungeon. She could hear the waves colapsing against the rocks but they had calmed down. If she was in some other situation she would admire the sounds and the breeze. It would be tranquilizing but now it only reminded her she was away from the people she loved. A bird stoped in the window. It had been so many time since she had seen a living animal. That bird made her feel better. When the bird flew away, a white feather fell in the hands of Ginny. It was so soft and pure. Ginny gazed at the feather for several seconds.

But something got her attention. The sound of someone apparating in the dungeon right behind her. She turned around but she wasn't ready at all for what she saw.

Draco Malfoy grabbed her shoulder strongly with a bloody hand. His face was covered with wounds. He was shirtless, revealing his torso that was too covered with wounds and blood. His eyes were wide open, he was breathing with difficulty and it looked like he was making a hudge effort to stand. Before Ginny could say something, the blond man feel inconscient in the floor, completely defenceless and wounded.

N/A: It's small and it's full of mistakes but I just needed to update. I had problems with my pc so it's a luck I can update. I'll try to update again as soon as I can. Kisses