Broken Wings

Chapter 24: Waking Up

By: Midnight Walker

Asyah huddled in her closet in her old room. She hugged her knees to her chest as she shook; her senses were running into overdrive. She could hear the insects outside and her father snoring slightly downstairs in his room. Asyah was waiting…waiting for him to come and rape her once more… she cried silently. She knew that this was some sick dream, but she didn't know how to wake from it.

Slowly she crept from the closet on her hands and knees and stood shakily. Suddenly a bright light swallowed the small room and asyah threw up her hands to shield her sensitive eyes. When she took down her hands she stood in a large field covered in wildflowers. 'What the hell is going on?' she thought in confusion.

Soon a woman appeared before asyah. She wore a long, tight-fitting, black gothic gown. It had long draping sleeves that were bell shaped. The dress hung slightly off of her shoulders exposing her pale milky skin. It dipped low between her breasts exposing a little cleavage.

As asyah went to brush her hand over her eyes to assure that she wasn't dreaming, a white lacy sleeve brushed against her nose. Asyah glanced down and was amazed. The dress was so white it put snow to shame. The bodice was corset like and molded her body perfectly. The silky fabric whispered against her skin and it also sat low on her shoulders.

The dress looked to be made of silk and lace, and seemed to be fit for a princess. Asyah suddenly remembering the woman glanced up, to see the woman smiling. "Who are you?" She asked in a whisper, she couldn't raise her voice any higher due to all the screaming she had done the few years it seemed.

"Come." She said in a soft voice, beckoning asyah with her pale hand. Asyah felt a strange sense to follow the woman, knowing that she can trust her.

A/n: Ok peoples it might get a little emotional here, so…deal with it, it's relevant to the story.)

She led asyah to a small waterfall. The water was a beautiful blue and the scenery of the surrounding forest. Asyah followed the woman sitting down next to her on a marble bench, next to the small raging creek.

"I am Arianna Granger. I am one of your ancestors." She said her light caramel eyes looked at asyah in welcome. Her curled blonde-brown locks blew in the mist emitting from the waterfall.

"Why am I here?" she questioned softly. It seems she got her eye color from Arianna.

"You are here so I can help you defeat Amunet." she said her voice taking on a vindictiveness that wasn't there before. She obviously wished to kill Amunet as well. Asyah nodded. "As you may or may not know, Amunet was the one who put you here. It is one of her many powers; to surround people in their pain and watch as they slowly die." She said her eyes staring out of over the soft blue surface of the gently rippling water.

"You can tell me how to get out of here?" she asked hopefully. She nodded.

"You have to confront your fears." She said simply, however asyah knew that it was not easy. It would mean to shatter her hard exterior and show Arianna the pain that lay underneath. Asyah didn't know if she could do it. She had held on to this pain for so long, it was hard to let it go. "I am here for you, please let me help." At those kind words asyah broke her hard exterior, and sobbed as she told Arianna of all the times her father raped her and beat her. She told her of the times she felt alone and unloved, and had cried herself to sleep. The whole time Arianna listened gratefully, tears running down her face.

Asyah sobbed loudly; her body shook. She couldn't take the pain it was to overwhelming. He heart cried out and her soul felt as though it was being pulled apart by the pain. Suddenly it was all over as she hugged Arianna.

"You see? I knew you could do it." She said as she hugged her tightly.

"How do I get out of here?" she asked wiping away her tears. All she wanted to was be held in Draco's arms and never let him go…

"You have to want it desperately. The grangers are a very powerful clan of witches and wizards although the magic was nearly gone until you were born." She smiled down at her. "Call upon your powers to wish to return home; it will feel instinctual to you, trust me." Soon Arianna disappeared, and asyah was left alone. Asyah decided to try out her power. She replayed all the times she spent with Draco and with her (now considered) father. A warm feeling spread up and down her body, and asyah opened her eyes to see beautiful blue flames hugging her body.

She gasped silently but remained her composure. She soon felt the feeling of falling through a space like matter before settling. She opened her eyes. She nearly cried at the cracked ceiling above her, signifying that she was in the hospital wing.

She looked over at the Draco who was yawing; it was nighttime. She could hear the murmur of the students having dinner. Draco finished yawning before glancing at her before doing a double-take. "Asyah, you're awake!" he cried. She smiled at him and begun to cry. As he hugged her she cried into his shoulder.

"I missed you so much, Draco. I love you so much, I don't want to ever leave you again." She sobbed.

"Don't worry I won't let anything happen to you." he said determination flashing in his eyes. Asyah said nothing as she snuggled into his warmth.

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Severus Snape ran a hand through his greasy black hair that was due for another washing. For the last 3 weeks all he did was worry about his adoptive daughter, asyah. Often he would go and see her when Draco was not present, and watch her lay like stone upon the crisp white sheets.

Sometimes a low moan or whimper would escape her throat but nothing more than that. He worried for her deeply. He worried that once she awoken she would never be the same. He worried that this unfortunate even would take away her will to live, or any strength she had left to fight in the final battle…he hoped this was not meant to come true. Asyah and Harry potter were the keys to the wizarding world's survival. Without them the world would plunge into everlasting darkness; that he did not want.

He sighed as he looked at the stack of papers upon his desk that needed grading…it would keep his mind off of the daughter he so reverently worried over.

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Mrs. Weasly sat at the worn kitchen table staring into space. She had been in this state ever since they had found Ron. She barley spoke; Bill had come over on more than one occasion to help cook the meals since she couldn't. Arthur had been much the same, except he held together in front of people but Ginny heard him sob continually at night.

Ginny was the only one in the family who seemingly held it all together. She had cried when she first heard the news, but since then she could not cry for her brother. Ginny started to doubt if she even cared for her brother. Or anyone for that matter, since her second year the number of friends she had, had magically declined.

That she didn't worry much about; books were her friends. They were there when no one else was, and listened to her dark thoughts. Her trunk at school was filled with dark books. They varied from the foulest poisons and there antidotes, to the darkest spells, and to the most extreme torture devices.

Ginny didn't know why she liked to read such things, but she found them to excite pleasure deep inside her. They entertained her. Even now she sat upon her bed at the burrow with a torture book in hand, wearing all black. She wore deep blue metallic looking eyeliner that matched her blue and silver metallic dragon imprinted upon her shirt.

Her long red hair that now reached past her waist, was now streaked with black, and hung to mid back in a high ponytail. Ginny closed her book and leaned over her bed and pushed the book with enough force to the back of the bed, where she heard the satisfying thud, signifying it had hit the wall. She walked over to the window and gazed out at the stars; there was a full moon tonight.

She sighed as she heard the wails of her mother once more; it wasn't that she wasn't compassionate toward her mother, it was just that she was sick of the misery that clung to the house like mist in the early morning hours in the summer.

She pulled on her black blazer and using a levitation spell (she had cast a charm on her wand, so she could do magic undetected.) floated to the ground. She had heard of a muggle dance club from Fred and George when they had visited in the summer. Ginny had a lot of stress and was wound really tight, so why not have a little fun?

She walked through the relatively small forest that separated the burrow from the muggle town beyond. She soon emerged on the side walk and began to walk toward the club using a spell similar to the point me spell. All you had to do was think of the place you wanted to go, picture it clearly in your mind, and your wand will automatically point in that direction until you've reached your destination.

Ginny smirked inwardly as she soon felt the vibrations beat in time with her heart. God, she needed to release some stress! She waited in line and scowled at a muggle girl who glared at her when Ginny waved at the girls' boyfriend because he waved to her. Ginny was not stupid; she knew why the boy had looked at her. In third year Ginny had developed womanly curves and her breasts had grown.

At fifteen, Ginny looked like she was 21, not 15. She was quite satisfied with her breast size since she was a 38 C and most girls were only an A or B at the most. That was another reason why Ginny had lost her friends; the green eyed monster jealousy. Ginny looked up at the bouncer who looked at her chest before letting her in. She scowled but supposed it was her fault since the shirt she wore was tight, showing off her curves.

Ginny walked into the middle of the dance floor and began to dance alone, reveling in the feeling of the warm bodies pressed up against her. Ginny lost track of time as she began to dance with a boy with multiple piercings and long black hair. His hands were all over her body as her hers over his. Soon their lips locked in a heated kiss as their tongues battled for dominance.

They soon left the club together, where they went to his house. Ginny knew that this was a very slutty, even whoreish (I know that isn't a word; deal with it!) thing to do, but gods she wanted him! It was like something was drawing her to him. They soon arrived at his house which was not far from the club.

His parents were not home, so they made there way straight to his room. Here they became locked in heated kiss once more, while they ripped each others clothes off the other like animals. This would not be Ginny's first time. Soon he was inside her and Ginny felt something snap and she let loose.

At this point in time she didn't care what she looked like or who heard her as she moaned. With each thrust Ginny moaned louder, and felt her near the breaking point. As he (Ginny took notice that she didn't know his name.) reached his climax, he lowered himself to her neck and bit down.

Ginny inhaled sharply as she felt the sharp fangs pierce her skin. But what scared her was that she felt the urge to bite him as well. But Ginny knew if she made the transition, and finished the blood bond, she would become a vampire as well. But if she didn't she would die.

"Come on Ginny bite me, finished the transition. I choose you to spend eternity with; don't make me regret my choice." His smooth voice sent shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. The last of Ginny's resolve flew out the window at lightning speed, and he inserted a finger deep inside her. She grabbed him forcefully and bit down on his neck.

The sweet, sticky, fluid slid down her throat with ease and Ginny marveled at the sweet taste. It excited her. This excitement at this new revelation grew as she felt him insert himself inside of her. Ginny moaned loudly as she could feel his every touch heightened. Seeing Ginny was so caught up in her passion, she never thought about the consequences of this night, nor did she noticed the dark mark printed on his pale forearm…

A/N: Woo hoo! I did it! I got my thoughts together and I gave you guys another chapter. So how did you like my little twist of Ginny becoming a vamp. and the dude she's sleeping with is one of Voldemorts minions? I hope you liked it.

Im sorry about the long time I was away, but I was suffering from N-H-P-I. No Harry Potter Inspiration. Im sorry. I promise to work harder on this, but it's hard to make the transition form Inuyasha to Harry Potter and back again. I would also like to thank niqniq9292; THANK YOU! You gave me inspiration! Without you these kind people would not have a chapter! Thank you. Ok im going to go and read some more fanfiction and wash the chlorine from my hair; Damn Pool! Lol. See ya later dudes and dudettes!