Please read: I wrote these next few chapters, but I didn't feel right about them, so I tweaked them up a bit

Author's note: Chapter twenty eight! I never thought I would get this far, I thought I would get to like chapter ten tops... But yeah, this chapter is going to contain a few scenes of violence in slightly graphic detail... And there will be some mention of character death... Well, I'll just let you find out.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Albus levitated Draco to the hospital wing, with Ginny, Severus and Poppy walking along side him. The rest of the staff stayed back to calm the students and make sure none of them left the Great Hall.

They brought Draco into the ward, and placed him gently on a bed. Poppy summoned a surgical blade, and began the task of cutting Draco's robes off his upper body. They opened on the front, and everyone finally caught a glimpse of what should have been his pale bare chest, but was instead covered in dry and fresh blood coming from red welts, and infected slashes, most likely done with a magical blade.

She cut the rest of the material off, revealing his entire upper body. Ginny looked at his left forearm, and nearly fainted. A large piece of his flesh had been cut off, it was deep too, and Ginny saw something white in the pulpy mess of flesh, and she fell to her knees, knowing it was bone. No one seemed to notice her, because they were rushing about frantically trying to get potions and healing salves.

Five minutes later, all the gashes and cuts on his body were healed... all but one. No matter what they tried, the missing portion on his left forearm would not heal.

Ginny finally stood up, and tried to see what the problem was. "Why aren't you healing that?!" she asked angrily.

"We aren't healing it, because we can't heal it." Albus replied, being slightly flustered.

"Why not?!" Ginny shouted through her tears.

"There is black magic wound into his flesh... It can't be healed..." he said then looked down to the ground, hiding the tears in his eyes. She placed her hand on his left hand, and then turned to Albus. She opened her mouth to snap at him, but he was looking at her hand in shocked confusion. Ginny followed his gaze, and where her hand was, a faint green light was glowing. She lifted her hand off his, and a green print of where her hand had been was left glowing. The glow moved up his arm, and it disappeared in the damaged flesh. It sent a small flash of light, and everyone present in the room watched the damaged skin knit together right before their own eyes. The only mark left on his pale arm, was a faint red tinge.

"Green Magik... The most ancient form of pure magic." Dumbledore whispered in awe.

Ginny let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding, and as she did so, Draco's eyes fluttered open. She smiled down at him with tears of relief. When he saw her, he sat straight up and they gathered each other in their arms. He broke apart from her and his eyes searched around the room, until they stopped on Dumbledore. He opened his mouth to say something, but Albus quieted him.

"Not here." he said and everyone in the room nodded in agreement... other than Ginny who was only paying attention to Draco.

He sat up abruptly, much to the distain of Poppy, and swung his legs over the bed. "I need to show you some things... Now." he explained commandingly.

He stood up, not caring that he was wearing nothing but a pair of ragged pants, and completely covered in dried or drying blood, and walked to the door after Albus and the rest of them stayed behind not knowing whether they were wanted, or needed. Draco looked back at their concerned faces, and he grabbed Ginny's hand, motioning that she was to follow as well. The two others didn't follow; instead they began the cleaning of the wing.

Draco took the lead and led them down many empty halls until he stopped at a blank wall which the two others recognized immediately. The Room of Requirements

Draco paced in front of it three times and the wall transformed to a door before their eyes. He didn't miss a beat opening the door and walking in leading Ginny by the hand.

The room had taken on the appearance of a fairly simple décor. Two simple burgundy couches faced each other with a plain wooden table in between them holding nothing but an empty pensieve on its surface. The room was small, holding nothing else, but it would serve what it needed.

Draco sat down in one of the couches, with Ginny at his side, and Albus followed behind, seating himself across from them. He looked at the pensieve then at Draco questioningly.

"I have many things to tell you and it would be much quicker and easier to let you see it yourself. Albus nodded in understanding, and Draco raised the tip of his wand to his temple, and pulled a wispy white strand of his memories and deposited it in the bowl in the center of the table. In a matter of seconds, it was full to the brim and Draco broke the strand with a jerk of his wrist, motioning that he was done. "Alright," he said, and without wasting anytime, Albus was already gone into the magic swirl of Draco's memories.

He turned to look at Ginny, and his professional commanding look of his face vanished to pure concern. "Gin, there are some things in here that are more than disturbing and I just want to warn you incase-"

"I'm staying with you." she said, and he squeezed her hand reassuringly then they both plunged in.

At first Ginny was a bit disoriented, but once she stopped spinning, and her eyes became accustomed to the lighting, she could make out her surroundings.

They were in a dark forest, it was most definitely night time and the air was thick with tension. Even in the humid air it sent shivers through her entire frame. They were in a clearing surrounded by hundreds of cloaked and masked figures that waited in absolute silence. Ginny looked to the center of the clearing and shrunk back in fear at the thing that was once a man. Tom Riddle.

Ginny looked around at the masked figures trying to figured out where Memory Draco was, but she needn't have as a raspy voice began speaking.

"Well my rebelliousss child, give me a reason not to kill you here on thisss spot." he hissed.

Then Ginny saw Draco kneeling on one knee in front of the Dark Lord. "My Lord," he paused, "I have come to serve you with all my faithfulness and I pledge my Darkness to you and only you my Lord of Darkness." He ended, never raising his head to meet Tom's.

Voldemort gave a harsh chuckle. "And why, Heir to the Malfoy throne, have you chosen now when you have defied me many times by associating with Dumbledore and are rumored to have a more than professional relationship with a Miss Virginia Weasley? You have defied my requests through your father to meet me in flesh." he finished, and Memory Draco's body tenses. "Ah yes, do not think I don't know about your affair with that girl? I have more spies in that school than you have fingers and toes." he sneered.

"My Lord, my defiance was never aimed to you. It was aimed at my father whom I would gladly see dead. I chose the daughter of the greatest enemy and made it known to the world that I had chosen her, knowing word would reach fathers ear. But I have grown tired of them and now that I'm certain that they are not even prepared for the battle let alone the war, I decided to made my allegiance official to your cause." he finished, and the Present Draco squeezed Ginny's hand even tighter, enough to hurt, but she was still comforted by it.

"Offer accepted child." Draco finally stood up and raised his sleeve on his left arm. Voldemort reached out with his bony, sickly looking hands and grabbed his forearm. Memory Draco fell to his knees once more and Ginny heard a strange sizzling noise, when she moved closer to see what it was, the smell of burning flesh caught her attention, and she jumped back in alarm. Voldemort let go of his arm and the Dark Mark glowed menacingly back at them all and the scene dissolved from view.

Ginny was startled by a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to see Draco looking at her with a look of apology that she didn't understand. "There's more to see." and a new scene materialized in front of them.

Now they were in a, what appeared to be a massive library. Ginny looked at the shelves upon shelve of books and she looked at their titles. She was sent with another wave of shivers as she read the titles of these Dark texts. She turned her attention to a table that held the Dark Lord searching through a pile of books. Memory Draco walked up to the table and bowed.

"My Lord, I have gathered the men for your task. All they need is co-ordinates and the mission objective."

"Very well Draco, take me to them." he commanded and Memory Draco obliged, leading them out of the library and into a beautiful hall way, full of murals and tapestry, with sculptured coming out of parts of the walls. The floor was a massive swirl of black white and silver, parts of it being covered by enormous rugs. Ginny would have stopped and looked at everything they passed had she not been nudged on by Present Draco. In mere moments though, after turning down hallways and passages that all looked alike, she was wondering whether this was a labyrinth or a home. Then after one more door they walked through, and instead of the familiar passage she expected, they were outside.

Twelve masked Deatheaters stood silently, awaiting orders from their master. Memory Draco put on a matching mask and stood with them. "I have found Potter. He is ssstaying at the Blacks old house, Twelve Grimmauld Place. Remember that, he is to be brought to me and anyone trying to ssstop you, kill them."

"Oh God..." She heard Albus whisper beside her in pure horror. And the team of men apparated away, and before Ginny could comprehend anything, they were all standing on a simple looking muggle street and it was and eerily calm night, not a sound to be heard, not even a wisp of wind or a rustle of leaves.

A perfect night for a killing.

The dark figured walked with an equal soundless quality to the area between two houses, and they waited, then the house squeezed out form mid air, and in a matter of seconds the two houses had been shoved apart to make room for the twelfth house on the street. Each of them looked to who she recognized instantly as Draco, and they waited for him to begin. He raised his wand, and shouted a spell that incinerated the door to the Order hideout. The thirteen figures glided in with more ease than a Dementor and by the time they reached the door, the Order members had gotten themselves to the door and were firing curses out. The Deatheaters pushed passed the first line, and were making their way into the house. Ginny ran to follow and she didn't dare look at the faces of the fallen. She tried to find Memory Draco and follow him, but she couldn't find him through the flashing lights of spells and shouts, until she heard a distinctive yell over the crowd.

"I'll find Potter, you keep them at bay!" and then who she knew to be Draco went bounding up the staircase. Ginny tried to dodge her way through the crowd of people fighting for their lives, until someone was thrown into her and before she could even react, they went right through her. She didn't waste time being stunned, and she took off running right through the crowed, going through more than a few people. She reached the stairs and followed.

She got up one floor, but there was no sign of anyone there, so after going up to the third floor, she heard a door slam shut and she ran for it, not stopping as she went directly through it. The sound of the battle diminished instantly and Draco was standing by the door holding two wands. His own and Harry's.

Harry was standing in the corner of the room, practically wetting himself with fear. "Potter!" Draco shouted. "Get a fucking grip! You have to get out of here! They are here to kill you, and by god if they get in this room nothing will stop them, not even me!" He pulled off his mask, and Harry's entire appearance seemed to change.

He raised a shaky hand and pointed it at Draco accusingly. "I KNEW IT! I knew you were one of them!" He started yelling, grinning like a demented idiot. "You thought you got passed everyone, but not me! NOT ME YOU LITTLE FUCK UP!" he started yelling louder. "Come here to kill me haven't you? But you can't bring yourself to do it."

"POTTER SHUT THE FUCK UP OR YOU WILL DIE! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! THEY ARE COMING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Harry shut up at last, and thundering could be heard coming up the stairs. Memory Draco started looking panicked. The door was suddenly blown to pieces and Draco was thrown back and fell right through the window and then another three stories down. Shards of the door shot through Ginny and people began filling the room. Harry started screaming as the Deatheaters surrounded him. Ginny ran to the edge of the newly broken window and looked down. She saw Draco being surrounded by Aurors and in a second she saw him apparate, just as behind her the rest of them had disapparated with Harry.

"Almost done." she heard Draco say behind her in an unnervingly calm voice and a new scene was unveiled.

They were in a small, damp, stone dungeon, lit only by a torch on the other side of the wooden door, that a small grate at head level allowed the light to pass through.

Draco was lying on the ground, semi conscious. His face was cut up from the shards of glass, and he most definitely had a disjointed shoulder and wrist. A large bump on his head showed signs of concussion as well. He tried to say something, but nothing came out of his moving lips. He snapped open his eyes and sat up, screaming out in frustrated agony and he bit down on his tongue to stop his shouts, causing blood to stream out of his mouth and tears to stream down his face. He spat his blood out angrily, and after a moment of difficulty, he managed to stand. He hobbled over to the wall, and turned to face away from it. In a second he was already slamming his injured shoulder into it, and with a loud pop, it was back in place. He went over and kicked the door of his cell, and yelled out to someone Ginny couldn't see from where she was standing. "NOTT!" a clinking noise was heard outside the door. "What am I doing here?"

A raspy chuckle, then a low reply. "The Dark Lord isn't too pleased with your attempted rescue of the boy." another chuckle. "And I must say, it is most unfortunate for you to be awake." then more clinking, and then silence.

Memory Draco leaned back against the wall and slid down until he was sitting. It was another minute or two of watching him hit his head on the wall when the sound of footsteps came back, followed by the jingling of keys.

Out of nowhere a face appeared in the grate. "The Dark Lord wants a meeting with you." he said, then unlocked the door. The man walked over to Draco and threw something at him. Draco's seeker reflexes caught in and he grabbed it in midair, and the portkey went to work, and the scene disappeared then another reappeared so quickly, Ginny almost lost balance.

Now they were in another dungeon, only this one was about five times as large, and it was lit by many torches. Voldemort was standing in the middle of the room, with a sadistic smile on his face. Draco looked around, and saw Harry chained to a wall at the far end of the room. Draco made to bow, but Voldemort raised him hand, motioning for him to stop.

"Don't bother with formalities Draco, I know you think nothing of Me." he said. Memory Draco almost protested, but he figured that if he was caught, he wouldn't sink so low as to deny it. He stood straight, chin held high and stared the beast in the eye.

"Defiant to the lasst aren't you?" Voldemort sneered. "I wonder though, what would make a Malfoy descendant follow in the footsteps of a hero."

"Well who else was I to follow? Daddy dearest? Auntie Bella? OR wait, why wouldn't I just follow Voldemort? He is all powerful, and he knows what he wants: a pureblood society!" Memory Draco said acidly cheerful, waving his arms about. Then he stopped and narrowed his eyes and gave him a devilish little sneer. "It must kill you every time to look upon your pureblood followers and know that you will never be pure like them, like me. Your blood is tainted, filthy. You hide behind a mask of even, because you think no one can see past it into your dirty truth. You're nothing but a mudblood." he finished, and then the second the last syllable left his mouth, he was thrown against the stone wall. He slide down the wall, he coughed up a bit of blood again, and laughed. "What Tom? Are you jealous?" Voldemort flicked his wand, and chains wrapped around Memory Draco's wrists, and pulled him up of the ground, leaving his feet dangling a few inches off the ground. Draco felt a sharp, vibrant pain in his sprained wrist, and then he felt the bone snap and his entire arm went numb. Voldemort must have heard the crack, because he seemed to look pleased with it.

"Well my fallen child, you have chosen the path of a hero, and I know better than anyone, the sharpest pain in a hero's heart is the blood of innocent in their hands." Memory Draco glared at Voldemort, who had pulled a knife from his robe pocket, and in a flash, he turned away and back again, the only sound in the room was the gurgling of life leaving the gash in Harry's throat.

Voldemort turned to Memory Draco to watch for some sort of reaction. He was disappointed. "I'm not a hero you fuck, and his blood wasn't all that innocent." Draco said off handedly. Voldemort approached him with the blade.

"I have a war to start, but rest assured Draco, I will be back." he hissed, then vanished into thin air.

"I don't think we need to see what happens next." Draco said, and pulled the three of them away from the smell of old death, blood and urine

After a moment of disoriented spinning, they all found themselves back in the little room, sitting on the burgundy couches.

"You understand what this means, I assume?" Draco asked calmly. Albus nodded his head gravely, then took up his seat again. "Voldemort has finally killed Harry Potter, and he doesn't know that Potter is absolutely useless. He will be attacking anytime now, thinking he is indestructible. He will strike the school first, and you know this. We need to start training the older students, and we have to get the younger children to safety. Call up the Aurors and any of the old Order members still alive. Otherwise, we might not live through tomorrow night." he said commandingly. Albus nodded his head in understanding.

"Who were the casualties?" he asked, not wanting to know, but needing to.

"I believe there was only one who died close to you. Alastor fell, taking out a large half of the Deatheaters with him. It was a full moon and Remus escaped in his wolf form, with Sirius in dog form. The Aurors came in time, to get the injured safely away. I'm afraid that this is probably the reason you never heard of this attack. The Ministry hid it wonderfully." he finished bitterly.

"Thank you Draco." and that was all he said, then the room equipped itself with a fireplace, and he was swallowed by green flames, taking him to the Ministry.

After a moment of unnatural silence, Draco broke it. "I'm so sorry Ginny." Draco quietly, and Ginny turned her head to him in surprise.

"For what?"

"Everything." he whispered and he hung his head, and stared at the ground. Ginny slid off the couch and kneeled on the floor, directly in his line of sigh. She grabbed his hands in both of hers and smiled.

"You never have to apologize because I will always forgive you." she informed, and a small tear dripped down her cheek. He raised his eyes and looked deeply in hers.

"I love you." They said in unison, and both gave a shy little chuckle. Draco slid to the floor and pulled her into a delicate kiss. They broke apart and Draco leaned into her and they stayed in the embrace for a longer than Ginny could remember, but when she pulled back, she found him asleep in her arms. She maneuvered herself so she was leaning against the couch and her legs were spread out in front of her, and she was cradling his upper body in her lap, where she began cleaning off his blood with her wand, and she transfigured a pillow into a loose shirt which she put on him carefully, not to wake him. She cleaned his blood-matted hair, which now more closely resembled the silky hair she remembered. She ran her fingers through it lightly, reveling in the feel of him in her arms. He gave a quiet snore, and she kissed his forehead, and then closed her eyes contently, letting sleep claim her.

Ginny woke a little more than an hour later to someone clearing their throat. She opened her eyes, and was met with a smiling potions teacher. Ginny yawned tiredly, and she stretched her arms above her head. "How long was I asleep?"

"Well, Dumbledore left you two an hour and a half ago, so depending on when you fell asleep, that should determine it." he gave a hearty smirk. "And I'm here to tell you that he would like your presence in the Great Hall in three minutes ago." he added, his smirk growing.

Ginny rolled her eyes, but shifted her gaze to Draco's peaceful face. "An hour of sleep after all he's been through, surely the Headmaster will give him more time!" Ginny protested.

"I can stall him for fifteen minutes, so you had better wake him and be there quickly, this is important. The Aurors have arrived, and he's explaining the situation to the students." Ginny sighed, and he walked out leaving the two of them alone again.

Ginny brushed his hair out of his face, and stroked his cheek. "Draco," she said lightly, "Draco, you have to get up." He began to stir so Ginny spoke louder. "Draco, we have to get going." She gave him a little shake and his eyes sprung open, and he looked around in absolute terror, until his gaze fell upon Ginny's concerned face.

"Ginny?" he asked, as if afraid it were a dream.

"That's right! Now we have to go, Dumbledore wants us to be there for his speech to the students." Draco sat up and yawned much like she had moments earlier. He stood up, and then offered her a hand which she gladly accepted, they made their way down the halls, and Ginny had to walk oddly since her legs had fallen asleep. They finally made it to the front hall and were surprised by the crowds of adult witches and wizards walking around. They walked through the crowd, many people moving out of their way, intimidated by their unearthly appearance, and made it into the Great Hall.

All the students were sitting at their tables still, and the Aurors were filling out around the walls of the Hall, and everyone was staring at the front, where Dumbledore was standing.

Judging by the look of unsuppressed fear, Ginny and Draco guess he had told them about Harry Potter's death. The two of them walked up to stand beside Dumbledore, and he began the second half of the speech.

"Yes, Harry Potter was killed by deatheaters and his death comes with a great pain for us all... A long time ago, a prophesy was made, I won't tell it here, but what it pointed to was that either Mr. Potter or Voldemort would win in the finally battle. 'Neither could live, while the other survives'. But even longer before that prophesy was made, another greater, more powerful one had been. That prophesy said that two beings with the blood of the Gods would save us from our own doom... We have found those two beings." he said, looking pointedly at Ginny and Draco.

"I thought we had a choice of saving the planet." Draco said with a smirk. Ginny elbowed him in the stomach, then plastered a serious look on her face, trying not to laugh.

"Now, I must kindly ask all students below fourth year to follow their heads of house and go to their dormitories, and not to leave unless instructed to do so." Dumbledore commanded, and waited a good five minutes before the Hall was empty of the younger students. "The war is coming, and I must tell you this now, everyone hear that is my student will be taught spells and curses at higher levels and that wouldn't be taught to you in any class. The seventh years will go with Virginia and Draco. Sixth years with Professors Snape and McGonagall once they return. Fourth years will be with me, and the Aurors will spread themselves out and help wherever they are needed. Understood?" when he received confirmation from everyone, they all split up into their groups.

All the seventh years were eager to see what the two 'beings' were going to teach them, so they crowded around, and the both of them stood on one of the tables so they could all hear and see them.

"I don't think you need me telling you this, but I will just in case. This is war. People die, and if you don't kill them, they will kill you. No stunning. A stunning spell will stop them for about two or three minutes. We are going to teach you the killing curse, because that is the only thing that will keep you alive." everyone stared in shock, because the words had not come from Draco's mouth, they had come from Ginny's. Draco turned and gave her a peck on the lips, and they began there training. Draco showed them all the wand movements, and explained how much you truly need to hate the other to use the curse. It was difficult to practice without actually doing the curse, but with the help of the older aurors, they all got the wand movements perfected.

Ginny and Draco soon moved around through all the age groups, helping out. Everyone still seemed highly intimidated by their appearance, but they ignored all the open staring and whispering. Ginny walked through the crowed and walked over close enough to speak in his ear without anyone reading their lips or hearing what she was saying. "I need to talk to Dumbledore, I have an idea. You stay hear and continue with the rounds. Okay?" he nodded, and she flashed him a smile. She kissed him affectionately appreciatively, before she rushed through the crowd. She finally found him talking to a group of the highest trained Aurors, so she walked up, and interrupted. "Albus, I need to speak with you." no one seemed to give it a second thought that she was using his first name, they were all too busy looking at her fiery abnormality. Ginny rolled her eyes, but waited for Albus to follow.

Once out of hearing distance, Ginny explained her idea. "I know where we can place the younger students." Albus looked genuinely curious, so she continued. "In my brother's first year, you hid the Philosopher's Stone deep under the school, place them there. Also, I could open the Chamber of Secrets, it's empty now, only a dead carcass left. Also, I think Hogsmede will be attacked first... We need to evacuate and put all those capable to fight in the line up, and put the children and whoever else down in there with the students." she said conclusively. Albus looked at her in uncertain pondering, before catching her pointed look that said there would be no argument. "Get the house elves to begin filling them with rations, and sleeping necessities for everyone. Get Aurors making greater wards down there, and around the castle. We need Hogsmede evacuated this hour latest, and we need to send a welcoming committee down to meet them in the village, preferably Hagrid. Giants absorb magic like crazy, so most spells wont do anything. " she said, about to continue, when a most loathed voice interrupted.

"Oh Albus deary! Could I have a word with my favorite Headmaster?" the repulsive news reporter squealed, her name being Rita Skeeter, followed closely by her camera boy. She made her way quickly over, and when she saw Ginny, she looked her up and down with that fake acidly sweet smile plastered on her face. My, my... Roger, get some snaps of her would you?" she commanded. Albus glared slightly, but being the kind person he was, he wanted to solve this problem with his words... Unaccompanied by his wand.

"Miss Skeeter, I'm afraid you cannot be here now, this is Ministry business." he said, trying to hint at her. She gave a sickeningly bubbly laugh, and took out her quill and notebook, right after taking some more shots of the Aurors walking about. Her quill began scribbling furiously, and Rita wasn't even speaking. Before it could record anything else, the quill, notebook and camera burst into flame, then disintegrated instantly to ask in a matter of seconds. Rita screamed in fear, as did the man, Roger, who was holding the camera.

Before anyone could even look at Ginny, she had already punched the reporter in the head, causing her to fall to the floor unconsciously. Ginny remained completely calm. "No reporters. You, take her to the infirmary." she said commandingly to the camera boy, who she recognized as a Hufflepuff who graduated a good three years ago. He quickly complied, and was gone in seconds with his employer levitating beside him. aurors around were watching with great amusement as the scene played out, but no matter how amused they may have been, they were now even more nervous around her.

"You're right." he admitted, and then continued on loudly, and it took moments for her to realize he was informing the Aurors. "I will be evacuating Hogsmede, and the occupants of the village will be brought here immediately. All the students and village people that cannot fight will be moved from their houses, to safer locations in this castle. house elves will be supplying both hideouts with food, water and sleeping necessities. We will need this to be done before night fall, so you all have two and a half hours!" he finished, and everyone scurried around to carry out his orders.

Ginny nodded in approval, before she made her way to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She stopped though, when she heard his voce behind her. "Ginny, where are you going?" he said, walking in step with her.

"The Chamber of Secrets." she said confidently. Draco grimaced when he remembered what she must have gone through because of his father. He placed his arm, comfortingly around her waist, and they continued the walk in silence.

Once they got to the washroom, Ginny walked in, then Draco followed after, knowing that even though he was nervous, it had to be ten times worse for her.

Draco stayed by the door, and watched her with fascination as she began examining one of the faucets on the sink. She hissed something out suddenly, and the sink pushed back into the wall, then slide down, showing and opening, or as Draco perceived it, a large hole. Ginny turned back to him and smiled, in a way that told him to hurry up and get over there. "On three." she informed, grabbing his hand tightly. "Watch out for the bones at them bottom... One... Two... Three!" they both jumped, and freefell for a few seconds, before landing on a slide like tunnel. They went through many twists and turns, and Draco watched the other adjoining tunnels pass by in a blur, but it finally stopped, and the two of them rolled of the crunching ground, until they came to a complete stop.

They stood up, brushing themselves off, and feeling a new appreciation for the light their own selves seemed to be emitting. Ginny thought it was a little eerie, because she could see his 'hair' and his eyes, but his face was dark, she smiled, because she could tell that it was the same for her. She heard him mutter a lumos charm, but was a little surprised to see a little blue flame o the tip of his index finger. Ginny did the same thing, only her little flame was orange. "Nifty." Draco said, and a faint echo was heard.

"This way..." she said, then began walking to the left passageway. Draco followed up right beside her. The two of them became slightly concerned when they were met with a block of fallen boulders in their path. Ginny however, remembered her brother telling her about the tunnel he had made to get her out of the chamber.

She quickly located the tunnel, and the two of them had to climb through it, just barely fitting, seeing as how the hole had been made for a first year and second year, not a seventh year and a sixth year.

They continued walking, until they were met with a strange circular door, with snakes going through it's diameter, and one snake going around the circumference. It was already half open, so the two of them walked in, careful not to make any unnecessary noise. Once they stepped into the completely black room, that Draco noted smelt like dead animal, torches on the walls all burst into flame, lighting the entire chamber.

Ginny let out a breath she had been holding in, seeing the dead serpent, but Draco's breath seemed to have left him. "There was a basilisk down here?" he asked in awe.

"Yes..." Ginny said quietly, then continued on into the giant 'room'. Draco walked straight over to the giant serpent, and looked at the visibly gouged eyes, a missing fang, and a large hole through it's head. It had begun its decomposition already, and the thing looked to be a fifth less bigger then it was six years ago. Draco also spotted the black sections on the stone floor, and he knew what those were from, his father made sure to tell him every detail of his evil. Ginny looked at it almost sadly for a moment, before she pointed her hand and spoke the cleansing spell. It scrubbed itself away in mere moments, and the two of them tried to decide what to with the enormous snake. In the end, they decided to burn it, but not before Draco had configured three jars, and took it's fangs out, placing them in one jar. He took a few samples of it's flesh, and then scraped it's long died blood into the last bottle. He would give them to Severus later for his potion storage.

Ginny began the burning, and she hissed something in snake tongue, then the body erupted into giant flames, which were out in a few second, leaving a large line of ash left over. Draco got another jar and filled it with all the ash, making it all magically fit. They went around cleaning the air in the chamber, other then the scent of death, it held a strong scent of dark magic, and they managed to get ride of it in half and hour.

"Is that all do you think?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah, Dumbledore will probably come down with a group of Aurors before, to check everything out." he said reassuringly. They walked back through the tunnels, having a much better feeling then when they entered. They climbed through the pile of boulders, and even managed to scale their way up the tunnel way that brought them down.

When they got to the drop, they could see the opening at the top, and then Ginny saw a ladder dug into the wall, they used those steps, and climbed out.

When they two of them recovered from the light assaulting their eyes, they saw the figure of Arthur Weasley greet them. Ginny rushed over and gave him a welcoming hug, and he smiled down at his daughter. Draco sort of shrank back into the shadow, but Arthur walked over to him and gave him a firm hand shake. Draco looked a little confused, but looked over at Ginny, and saw she was snickering at his reaction to her family's hospitality. Draco shook it back, then noticed how the mans eyes weren't really smiling.

Arthur's face fell, and his smile vanished. "I have some news." he said somberly, holding out a large white feather.

TBC

Please Read: I'm really sorry for this taking so long, but having to change most of the stuff wasn't really something I had much enthusiasm for, even though it needed to be done. And with school, and everything else, any of my free writing time, I used writing my other stories. But now I'm back in the mood for this one, once I fix the next chapter I will start on chapter thirty, which should most definitely be interesting!

Author's note: Well, I hope you liked that one... I chose to stop there because I haven't updated in a while, and I figured this chapter was already good enough... I'm sorry if my 'explanation' of the chamber is a little off, but I haven't read the book in a while, so I just felt like that was the best way to go. Ginny and Draco are finally together! Yay!!! I actually had a dream last night... It was weird, because it had to do with this fanfic, like I had Ginny's powers, and Draco had his, and we were going around killing evil deatheaters who had taken over my school, and it was pretty awesome... Lol, well, you all obviously needed to know that...cough... But yeah, next chapter will be up soon, so please review, and it will boost my enthusiasm!