Lady Darkness: Era Obscurum
Whoever paired Ron and Hermione together, obviously wasn't me.
I'm really excited for Chapter Six and Seven, though the delay for this one was quite long. Sorry about that! Hope you like this chapter, it's pretty long! Enjoy...
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SIX
Never Double-Cross a Woman
A lot changes in three and a half weeks, and I went from repulsing the idea of living with Draco and Blaise, to...liking it.
Yeah, when I admitted it to myself, I was shocked as well. Most people would think that Draco (as I call him now) and I could never ever come close to being acquaintances much less friends, but I learnt otherwise. Apparently, he had a problem with the mudblood Hermione, but not the prim, proper, pureblood Hermione. Yes, it was a very biased and prejudiced thing to do, something that Granger wouldn't put up with...but not the Riddle side of me, which agreed with him – and Blaise and Ginny – completely.
I sighed and got off the couch, only to be met a ruffled Draco coming out of his room. I giggled as I noted the grey owl that was cling onto his right arm and slowly pried it off. Draco was scowling at it, muttering something about 'bloody owls'. I clamped my mouth shut, to prevent myself from laughing my head off.
"What's so funny?" Draco asked, annoyed. I snorted and he rolled his eyes, "At least Ginny and Blaise don't tease me," he paused to think at the two 'lovebirds' who were currently visiting the Manor, "...I take that back."
"I would," I smirked, and untied the note from the owl's claws. "Looks like it's from the Weasel..."
"Another love note...?" Draco asked, playfully. He leant over the back of my head, "Let me see..."
I rolled my eyes and un-scrolled the piece of parchment paper, before reading it out loud, "Hi Love, I just sent this owl to remind you of our plans! I hope you haven't forgotten – I'll meet you in the Astronomy Tower at 8. Love Ron..."
"You didn't tell us you had a meeting with Weasley!" The blonde cried, accusingly.
I shrugged, to be honest; I didn't even remember having a meeting with him. I waved the thought away – I probably forgot it with all the Potion work that we've been doing. I sighed and glanced at the clock – 7:55 – before quickly saying goodbye to Draco and heading towards the Tower. On the way I glanced at one of the mirrors, before touching up my hair and trudging towards the Tower, reminiscing about the last few weeks.
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Ginny was flipping through the latest copy of 'Witch Weekly', while I was starting my Draft of Forbidden Charms. It had been almost two hours since Ginny and I had sent the boys off with instructions on how to get into Azkaban and free the Dementors, and they had still not returned. I was seriously having doubts on whether or not we should've sent them.
Suddenly, as if I had said the magic words, Draco and Blaise appeared into the common room, looking very tired. I sighed and conjured up some chocolate, and handed it to them both. They readily ate it, and their dull faces regained their colour. I turned towards Ginny, who had now shifted from her spot, right next to Blaise and was looking at him worriedly.
"So..." I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at my sister, "How did it go?"
"Go...it went!" Malfoy growled snapping more chocolate into his mouth, "Those bloody Dementors refused to believe us and they went all crazy on us! They kept saying that they wanted you girls and they wouldn't shut up about it!"
I raised one eyebrow, bemused and Blaise chuckled, croakily. "Draco, here, almost threw a fit. In the end the Dementors agreed to come with us, after they 'fed' on Draco a lot of times. We had to make sure we had their agreement to harm only Muggles and not any Death Eaters and they went all, 'Why didn't you say you served the Dark Lord' on us. That's when he lost it."
"I did not lose it," Draco growled, and I shot him sympathetic glances.
"At least it wasn't me," Blaise shrugged, smiling at Ginny. I made a gagging action and Draco cracked a very small half smirk, half-smile.
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Our relationship had improved from there, and soon all four of us were like best friends...if you could say that. It was sort of like a sisterhood-cross-brotherhood. Gin and I were sisters, so we were naturally close, and Blaise and Draco grew up together and were practically brothers. So, if Ginny accepted Blaise – and boy, she did – I accepted him, and if he accepted Draco, we both did. It was complicated, but it worked out, in its own twisted way.
Ginny was my sister and Blaise was her huge crush. The dark-toned man was my definition of a 'brother', since he was as annoying, but loveable as one. Though I seriously don't see why Ginny was all over him...but I guess it wouldn't do much good if I saw what she saw in him, either. Draco – on the other hand – was my friend. I guess we had a like/dislike relationship, and we could go from being nice to going at each other's throats in a split second. Usually, though, he was the fun person I talked with when Ginny and Blaise started their daily flirting.
I rubbed my temples as I remembered them giggling as they disappeared to go to the Manor – to check up on the Dementors, so they said – leaving a very disgusted Draco and me behind. I cleared my head, quickly, as I reached the door to the Astronomy Tower. I twisted the door knob, and didn't even have to walk a step forward before I felt the colour drain out of my face.
Ron was there, all right, only he was snogging Lavender Brown.
My world spun as I watched them turn from where they were leaning on – the stony wall of the Tower – and Ron's eyes widened. How dare he? I might not care whether or not he liked me, but how dare he think he can cheat on me! I may be pretending to be his girlfriend, but that doesn't give him the right to...to cheat on me!
"RONALD WEASLEY!" I cried, my face turning from pale to scarlet red,
"H-Hermione," The idiot was stuttering, "I-I didn't know you were going to be here!"
"YOU SENT ME A BLOODY OWL TELLING ME TO MEET HERE AT EIGHT!" I screeched, thrusting the piece of paper into his face, completely ignoring the shocked looks Lavender was sending us both.
"You weren't supposed to get that!" Ron said, his temper rising, "I told that bloody owl to send it to my girlfriend...oh!"
I willed fake tears to pour out of my eyes, "Ron – how could you? I-I've been nothing but faithful, and you cheat on me! We're through Ron!"
I tore out of the Tower, making sure that both of them could catch a glimpse of my 'tear strained, red eyed face'. As soon as I was out of the Tower, I quickly cast a Concealment Charm on myself and snuck behind the Tower door, silently praising my acting skills. I could've sighed right then and there...not only was I free of Ron, but now the break-up wasn't my fault, it was his.
Ron was muttering under his breath, "Mudblood bitch...She can't break up with me!"
"That's it Ronald Weasley!" I heard Lavender yell, "First you lie to me and tell me that you and Hermione are no longer an item, and then you call her a...a Mudblood! How could you? I thought you were a good person! Not only did you break your best friend's heart and call her a despicable name, you insulted my background! Did you happen to forget that my Dad was a muggle-born?"
"Come on Lav," Ron groaned, "I'm not lying now, am I? Besides, we're not cheating-"
"BUT WE DID RON!" Lavender screamed, her eyes pouring with real tears, "YOU LOWERED ME TO A HORRIBLE STANDARD!! LAVENDER LILLIUS BROWN DOES NOT CHEAT!!"
So it was Ron, I thought, curiously. If there is one thing I loved – it's causing trouble, especially amongst the DA. I smirked to myself and watched as Lavender's voice lowered, "I thought you were a good guy...you tricked me into cheating on a great girl...y-you! I-I hate you! We're done!" I heard a loud, tight slapping noise, followed by a strangled sob.
Lavender swept out of the room, looking distraught, and headed straight for Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, leaving a very shocked Ron behind. I quickly headed towards the staircases, and snickered at the dumbstruck Ron behind. I quickly stood in front of Salazar's Quarters and distinctly wondered if I could magic up a Pensive. I nodded to the snake and opened the materialized doorknob and tried to mask the huge smirk on my face.
Boy, Draco was going to love this...
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The next day – the 17th of October, according to Blaise – I woke up late. Ginny and I had been up all last night, discussing what had happened yesterday, and she sided with me, obviously. Though, she had been very jealous that I no longer had to be with Ron and was 'free' from socializing with the Disgusting Duo – as Blaise and Draco nicknamed them.
I quickly pulled on my robes and shook Ginny awake. I knew that we were already late for breakfast, and I wanted to make it there on time to snag some toast and pumpkin juice. Ginny waved – very enthusiastically – at Blaise, before I dragged her off to the Great Hall, much to her disappointment.
As soon as we pushed open the doors, the whole room fell silent and looked at us, even the teachers. Normally, I'd put on my Granger act and blush, but this time I glared at everyone and sat at the far end of the table, indignantly. Unfortunately, everyone still stared, and a few at the Gryffindor table started whispering. I turned, confused, and saw a smug Ron whispering to a very angry Harry.
"What do you think is going on?" I murmured to Ginny, who was staring intently at Harry, her brow wrinkling in thought. She wasn't listening to me, and quickly sat opposite me, her gaze lingering on Harry for a second, before turning back to me.
"His Occulmency shields have improved," Ginny hissed, under her breath. Her voice was so low, it sounded sort of like Parsletongue, "I can't get through to his mind..."
So that was what she was concentrating so hard on, "Did you try Ron?"
"No," She muttered, a disgusted look crossed her face, "He's got that look, which means he's thinking about something...disturbing."
I coughed, and the volume in the Great Hall returned, but people kept throwing us weird looks. Then, suddenly, a Gryffindor girl turned to me and asked, "Are the rumours true? Ron Weasley is saying that you and Lavender teamed up to break his heart, it's been going around since the morning."
"What are you talking about?" I growled, making her inch away. She shrugged and shot me a frightened look, before scrambling over to where her friend was looking, anxiously. I snorted silently, before drifting into other thoughts. Since when had Lavender and I teamed up? The rumours were so unbelievable – I wouldn't even believe them, and so why would anyone else? Especially since Lavender was so upset last night...at the thought of the brunette, I turned, sharply to look at Lavender, who was stabbing her food with her fork. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were flushed, dark. She looked like she had been crying the whole night. I felt a stab of guilt, because she had tortured herself over the break-up by herself, while I had been giggling with Ginny about how fun it was to see Ron tortured.
I turned to Ginny, as if to send telepathic messages, and she nodded. That's one thing I love about Ginny – she thought in a similar fashion to me, and we could understand each other, without even talking. I quickly flashed a grin, before standing up, noisily. Everyone turned to look at me, again and I ignored them and strode over to wear Lavender was.
"Sit with us," I said, sending her a sympathetic, meek smile. I thrust out my hand and Lavender looked at it in disbelief. Finally, she nodded gratefully and clasped it. I helped her up, and led her over to where we were sitting, much to the shock of everyone else.
Ginny was obviously annoyed with their stares, because she scooted over for Lavender, before turning to all the gaping Gryffindors, and snapping, "What are you staring at? Mind your own business, will you?"
Lavender smiled, meekly, before croaking, "Thanks, guys. Y-you're the only ones who will talk to me. Even Parvati is ignoring me, because of R-Ron..."
I smiled at her – she wasn't that bad, "It is okay Lavender, we'll show them, right? We'll teach them to never double-cross a woman."
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Classes passed quickly for me, but not so much for Lavender. It helped that we were there, though. We made sure that we were always sitting next to her on a three seat table. Even if it meant we couldn't chatter about our...er...extra-curricular activities, Ginny and I agreed that we should make an effort to be there for Lavender. Now, this wasn't usual Slytherin behaviour – shielding Gryffindorks – but Lavender turned out to be...nice. It was very awkward, but we got along quite well...In other words, she was shaping out to be a 'Katarina', if I quote from Dark Queen.
It was after another DADA lesson (most effective shield charms), that Lavender decided to return to Parvati and her room. Ginny and I were walking around a deserted corridor, intending to take a long-awaited visit to Mother's Dorm. She still didn't know that Draco and Blaise lived with us, and she owled me a few days ago, saying she missed her 'babies', to the amusement of Draco.
Ginny spoke, interrupting my thoughts, "What do you think of Lavender?"
"Well," I began, only to be stopped by a very annoyed Harry "Jerk" Potter stomping towards us, wand in hand. I turned to Ginny, raising my eyebrow, but she was apparently trying to break through Harry's Occulmency shields again.
"How could you, Hermione!?" Potter yelled, as he neared us, wand in hand. Soon he was a few centimetres away from us, his wand pointing at us, "How could you do that to Ron?"
"Do what?" I growled, annoyed that he interrupted a conversation and pointed a freaking wand at me, for no reason at all.
Harry's eyes flashed, "Don't act like you're clueless! You set him up – you and Lavender pretended to like him, forced him to cheat and then broke up with him!"
I scoffed, and he glared at me, obviously believing Ron's lies. I was about to turn around, when Ginny stepped forward, eyes blazing. "Harry James Potter – don't you dare accuse Hermione of that! Think about what you're saying! The stupid rumour that Ron invented makes no sense at all and you bloody well know that!"
"Don't lie," Harry snarled, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, "Ron was crying about it all night, he told us everything. He said you'd try to deny it and that you'd..."
"He said?" Ginny cried in frustration, "So you're going to listen to Ron?! Tell me, Harry, did your precious Ron tell you that he sent Hermione an owl to meet him at the Astronomy Tower at 8 by accident? Did he tell you that it was meant to go to Lavender? Did Ronald Weasley tell you that he was kissing Lavender in the Tower – after lying to her that he and Hermione were through! DID YOU KNOW THAT HE CALLED HER A MUDBLOOD BITCH AFTER SHE BROKE UP WITH HIM!? DID HE, HARRY!?"
Harry's wand lowered and his face instantly morphed into disbelief, and then guilt, "I-I didn't know that...I-I'm sorry Mione, I just..."
"SHE DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" My sister screeched, "If you're so quick to judge your best friend, and then come and point a wand at her, then...then I don't know you. I-I'm sorry Harry, but if you're going to be like this, we're through!"
Ginny flipped her red hair, ignoring Harry's pleas. Then, he caught sight of her snake-shaped birthmark, and his guilty look vanished and was replaced by a suspicious one. My own eyes widened as I shot a troubled look at Ginny, and I hissed, "He-he saw it!"
What I didn't realise that I was staring at Ginny's birthmark, so I'd spoken in Parsletongue, and Harry was a Parsletongue. Harry's eyes widened, once he realised that we were hiding something. The scarlet haired girl glanced at her bright mark and then realisation dawned on her. A shocked and panicked look crossed her face and she stared at Harry in horror.
"It looks like the Dark Mark," Potter's eyes were in slits, "Ginny Weasley, what are you and Hermione hiding?"
"Actually, it's Miss and Miss Riddle," Ginny replied, automatically, before slapping her mouth shut. I glared at Ginny, meaningfully and Harry stared at us in disbelief. His eyes kept flashing from the birthmark to his ex-girlfriend, to me. Finally, his face became slightly red.
"Y-you're kidding r-right? T-that's fake a-and you guys are playing a prank, r-right?" Harry asked, quietly. He looked at Ginny, and her face said it all. He looked at her in shock and dropped his wand on the floor, making it echo across the room.
Ginny took this to her advantage and scowled, "I would say I'm sorry, Potter, but I'm not."
Harry looked confused, but by the time he had realised what had happened, she had whipped out her wand and cried, "Accio Harry's wand!"
I smirked at Potter's horrified expression and Ginny stalked over to him, looking like a true Riddle. I felt an urge to walk up and hex him, but I knew Ginny wanted to deal with it by herself. So, I leant against the wall and watched as Potter looked around, nervously.
"G-Ginny, you can't do this!" Harry cried, "I-I'm Harry, remember?"
"That's exactly why I'm doing it," Ginny sneered, "Oh, and Harry...when I finish with you, remember this – never double-cross a woman...especially Tom Riddle's daughter."
She smirked, evilly, "Once you remember this, it'll be too late...obliviate!"
(A/N: That rhymes – funny!)
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Two days past, and Ginny and I found ourselves walking with Lavender – who was still looking up for our 'protection' – to the Great Hall, for our usual Sunday breakfast. We were planning on getting there early, because according to Lavender, McGonagall had something important to tell the school.
It turned out that she was right, because as soon as everyone had arrived, the Headmistress tapped her glass and stood up to the podium to speak.
"The teachers and I," McGonagall began, loudly, "Have decided to start a new tradition at Hogwarts. After some discussion, it is decided that we are to have a Halloween Ball on the 31st of October," she paused, before continuing, "We have scheduled a last-minute Hogsmeade trip next Saturday, for you to buy your Halloween things."
"Now, I know that this is very sudden, but we do hope you have fun," She finished, before surveying the room, "Do any of you have questions?"
Nobody dared shout, though I was pretty sure they wanted to. After all, this was McGonagall we were talking about...not many people very eager to get in trouble. Some people raised their hand, though and the Headmistress addressed a few of them.
Once the Headmistress had called upon her, Daphne Greengrass spoke up, "Are we allowed bringing dates from out of school?"
McGonagall looked like she was contemplating it, before she nodded and said, "Yes, but only if they are in their third year and above and they must have their school's permission."
I turned to Ginny who had the same expression as I did. This was going to be interesting...
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Ginny rushed into Salazar's Quarters the second she was dismissed. I had to reluctantly follow her, and I had a pretty good idea why she was so eager to head back to our room. I watched her hiss at the snake, before literally collapsing into the room, almost bouncing up in excitement. We were met by a confused Draco, who was making some Wizard Coffee. He raised an eyebrow as Blaise exited his dorm and Ginny nearly jumped on him.
"We're having a Halloween Ball!" Ginny was smiling, "It's going to be so cool, we get to get to Hogsmeade and everything!!"
"Sounds good," Blaise grinned, "But why exactly are you telling me this?"
"We-ell, I'm no longer dating Harry...so I can bring whoever I want..." Ginny batted her eyelashes, "So...will you go to the ball with me?"
To say he was taken aback was an understatement. He sat down and then, his voice croaked, "Are you asking me because you like me, or because you want to make Potter jealous?"
Ginny looked at him blankly, confusion etched into her face. Realisation dawned on her and her eyes widened, "Oh...that's what you mean! Er...well, I'm asking you because I like you...but you can use that Potter thing as an excuse."
"O-okay," Blaise said, turning slightly pink, before smirking. "But only if Mione takes Draco as her date."
"Fine with me," Draco shrugged, before I could say anything. "As long as it bugs the hell out of Weasel, then I'm in."
I felt a throb of disappointment, but quickly rid myself of the thoughts. Draco was eying me, curiously, obviously watching for a reaction. I morphed my face into one of indifference, but cracked a smile. I took out my wand and tapped it on Blaise's head. Instantly, his skin turn a shade lighter and his hair lengthened a bit. Then I turned to Draco and did the same. His shockingly bright – but cute – blonde hair turned into a darker, dirty blonde and his skin became slightly tanner, and his eyes became a more obvious shade of blue.
"You are now our dates," I smirked, "Drake L'foy and Blasé Banizi..."
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"Mione, Ginny – wait up!"
I stopped, and so did Ginny. We had been walking across the borders of Hogwarts, because we had an appointment with Bellatrix settled. We were supposed to be talking about looking for Father's body and we were going to make a stop at the Manor again. I turned to Ginny, who was already turning towards the two shadows, eyes flashing with a distinct hate. I narrowed my own eyes (which were probably red) as I saw Potter and Weasley walking towards us, breathless.
"What do you want?" I muttered making sure my eyes looked hurt.
Ron's face instantly looked guilty, but Harry quickly covered up for him, shielding him from our 'hurt' looks. "Um, well do you know the ball? Well, we know that you guys don't have dates, so we were wondering if you'd like to go to the ball with us. Will you?"
"What?" Ginny asked, as if she didn't believe a word they said. "You're asking us to go to the ball with you?"
Potter looked uncomfortable, and he squirmed slightly. "Well...er...yeah...Um, because neither of us have dates, so we could go as friends...maybe...?"
"What makes you think we don't have dates?" I hissed, annoyed.
"Because the only other person you've been on a date with is Viktor Krum," Ron said, equally as frustrated (what he didn't know was that I was dating him to get information on whether his ex-Headmaster was still loyal or not).
"Well, sorry to disappoint you Ron," I snapped, "but for your information, Ginny and I already have dates."
"Don't be silly, Mione," Harry smiled, "Everyone in the school except us is already going with someone else. You can't have dates!"
"That shows what you know," Ginny growled, "FYI, we're not going with anyone in school. We've got our own social life, mind you. We're going with two men who finished at Durmstrang last year."
Ron's face when pale white, "W-what...? You can't have dates – y-you're not going with Vicky, are you? How could you choose them over us?"
"No," I retorted, "For one, they are more mature, older and two, they didn't go around cheating, falsely accusing their friends and breaking their hearts. Oh, and three – they are so much hotter than...you."
With that, I stalked off into the Forbidden Forest, not caring whether or not they saw me or not. As soon as I reached a small clearing, I stopped stalking and sat down on a stump, breathing heavily. I rubbed my temples and willed my eyes to stop glowing red, and finally they did. I sighed and watched as Ginny remained at the entrance of the Forest, yelling insults at rapid speed. I smiled, silently and then walked around the clearing.
It was like any other clearing, with trees surrounding me to make a circle. The only weird thing was that it was very dull, and the only thing bright was a long ray of light that was positioned right on a small stone, that looked similar to a headstone. I crouched down and read off the plaque, "Treasured forever, even for his sins and achievements. Here lies the one and only Tom Marvolo Riddle."
My eyes widened – this was my Father's grave! I felt tears prickling around my eyes as I re-read the last three words over and over again. I looked down and the sandy hills, and quickly pointed my wand at the ground and muttered a quick spell. The sand disappeared and the very still body of my Father lay there. Only, he didn't look like Voldemort, he looked like Tom Riddle...
Tears streamed down my face as I touched his black hair and pale skin. I had found his body...My father...I stood there for five minutes, ignoring Ginny's loud exclamations, just staring at his body, overwhelmed. He looked so, peaceful...but I knew he wasn't. I clasped onto one of Father's hands and ran a hand through his hair.
That was when I noticed a small black bag lying at his feet. Furiously wiping away my tears, I picked up the bag and looked at the silver words sewn into the bag. I whispered the words out loud, "His soul was burnt, but he will always remain as one." Still sobbing quietly, I peaked open the bag, where the ashes of his Hocruxes lay.
Behind me, I heard Ginny's angry steps and she entered the clearing and looked at Father's body. For a moment, she stood stock-still, before she slumped down and stared at the grave, sadly. Tears were slowly pouring down her face and she looked as bad as I did. We stood there, brooding for fifteen minutes, before I realised what we were doing.
"Ginny," I said softly, "What are we doing? We've already cried over Father...b-but don't you see? This is our chance...we found Father, the Hocruxes and Mother and you are so close to finishing the Potion...this is an open window."
The red-head nodded, wiping tears from her face, before straightening her back. I did the same and cast one longing look at Father, before tapping my wand on my necklace, "Bellatrix Lestrange, come."
There was a flash and Bellatrix stood in front of us, bowing. "You called, Miss Riddle?"
"Yes," I said, pointing at Father's body, "Take Daddy's body to the dungeons in the Manor. After that, come straight back, we've got some Halloween plans to discuss..."
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The rest of the week passed quickly, and soon it was the day of the Surprise Hogsmeade trip. Blaise and Draco had asked us to buy them their outfits, much to Ginny's delight. As soon as we got to Hogsmeade, Ginny dragged Lavender and I to the nearest dress shop. I watched as they flicked through various dresses, that didn't seem 'right'.
"Mione," Ginny wailed, clutching a shocking pink dress that clashed with her hair, "You haven't tried on anything! Don't be a spoil-sport..."
"Merlin, Gin," I muttered, smacking my head, "You're acting like Mirabella from Dark – Ginny! I have the best idea for a dress! Come on, let's get out of here!"
"What exactly are you going to buy?" Lavender (who was going with the only boy who would talk to her – Seamus) asked, putting back a light blue dress.
I didn't respond, but instead dragged them to a shop that specialised in formal wear. As soon as we got there I told them, "Remember that really weird ball scene I showed you the other day, Gin? How cool would it be if we could 'go' as them? Like, you'd me Mirabella, Lav would be Katarina and I could be Ayshandra?"
"That's a cool idea, Mione," Ginny said, "But where are we going to find dresses like that?"
"You'll see," I winked, "We'll show them not to double-cross us women!"
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It was two days later, on the 27th that Mother finally called us to meet in her Private Quarters. Both Ginny and I were anxious about what she had to say, because we needed the reversing spell for the Avada (the Potion was long complete, thanks to the draft Wormtail made) before the 31st, otherwise our plans would fall apart...I was starting to doubt whether or not we could pull it off, the whole thing being so last-minute and all.
Mother invited us in, as usual, and made us some tea. I sipped it, nervously and watched as she pulled out a green leather diary. She inhaled, sharply and then sat across us, just like she did when she told us who Ginny really was.
"This whole thing starts shortly after Molly was disowned," Mother explained, and then studied Ginny's slightly-shocked, smirking face, "Mother disowned her because she married Arthur Weasley, instead of who she was supposed to – Regulus Black. Anyway, by then I had gone completely bad, and your Father was in the beginning of his reign. He came to me, because I was a Ravenclaw, because he needed an untraceable way to kill someone. It took years, but finally I was able to invent the Avada Kedavra curse."
Ginny looked impressed and I smiled at my mum, urging her to continue. She looked down at her diary, "When I created it, I created an anti-Avada for it. I wrote everything down in this book...eventually, I lost it and I found no use for the anti-curse, and nobody knew of it...not even Tom.... I had hidden this book in my old Hogwarts hideout, and I was never able to retain it. It was under a very strong disguising spell, and I only remembered where it was two days ago..."
"What is it?" My sister asked, softly, gazing at the book. Mother smiled at us, and handed the book, which was open to a specific page. My gaze wandered around the elegant script, and there were no lengthy paragraphs, only a few words.
The Killing Curse
Incantation: "Avada Kedavra"
Creates a green light which should kill the person very quickly, almost impossible to revive.
Reverse: "Eternus Juvenis"
Translation – Eternal Youth
Not tested, should created a light pink light which will revive any-one under the Avada Kedavra Curse. This spell takes a lot of strength and might not work, you need to have a very strong background in the Dark Arts – not Defence, though – to overcome the Avada Kedavra, as should the victim.
~ Celena Ravenclaw-Riddle
Maybe we did have a hope, after all. If we could crack the Avada Kedavra, we may be able to pull this off after all.
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"We're not ready!" Ginny whined for the fortieth time that day, "It won't work! The potion will face, the Avada will back-fire and nothing will turn out good! We need more time...we're not ready!"
"Can you stop that, Ginny?" I groaned.
Ginny shot me a glare from where she was sitting, cuddled up to Blaise all couple-like. I rolled my eyes and turned to Draco who was looking at Ginny, a smirk on his face. I hit him on the shoulder and her rolled his eyes and scowled at me, before sticking out his tongue.
"Draco! Stop flirting with my sister so she can pay attention!" She screeched.
"We weren't flirting!" Draco cried his hands up in defence, which caused Ginny to scoff.
"Okay, Gin, calm down." Blaise soothed, playing with her red hair, "As much as I am worried about the plan as well, why don't you focus on things like...the ball?"
Ginny's eyes widened in size, "Oh Merlin...! I completely forgot about the ball! It starts in six hours – Come on Mione, we have to get ready!"
She dragged me to our dorm and I smacked my head and glared at Blaise for reminding her, and muttered under my breath.
Never double-cross a woman...
NEVER DOUBLE-CROSS A WOMAN
Hm, well I really hope you liked this chapter! It's a pretty long one, so hope that makes up for my delay. Anyway, the next chapter is going to be as interesting as the Escape from Azkaban, if not better! Well, I better leave you to review, shouldn't I?
Oh, and thank you to everyone who reviewed or voted for the poll! I'm sorry if your choice or idea didn't get picked, but I had a lot of fun reading them! You guys are awesome! Anyway, Read and review!
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FashionStarlet, xx
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