It Was All She Could Do

by sunny tuesday

Everyone he loved, truly loved, to the point to where he'd die for them, was threatened. And most likely killed. It was time, he realized. Time to go.

4. Anxiety

Anxiety
Ginny Weasley slowly opened her eyes, her neck sore. She stared around her, realizing she was lying on a coach of some sort, dressed in the same tattered robes she'd been wearing during imprisonment under Lord Voldemort.

The room she was sitting in had faded, peeling wallpaper on the walls and from the vaulted ceiling hung a single chandelier, which time had apparently forgotten. The room had a musty, unoccupied air to it, as though no one lived here normally.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Sitting up frantically, she glanced around the room for some type of weapon, finally settling on a fire poker beside a sooty fireplace. Being threatened and living with Lord Voldemort for the past six months hadn't been good for her health, and now all she could do was shiver in anxiety. Was it Voldemort walking down the hall, coming to torture or rape her again?

Suddenly she spied the old-fashioned doorknob turning, and gasped as she watched Draco Malfoy enter the room.

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