Harry phased through the castle and barely phased Dean enough to follow. They phased through startled classrooms, empty halls, and many other places, but all where a blur. He glanced at his prey dangling below him, Dean was bleeding badly from thousands of cuts. Dean was pleading for death to take him. Harry chukled evily.

"The shadows will not release your soul from your body until I say so fool. So stop your futile pleas for my brother."

"Harry. Please. I'll do anything. I'm sorry!" Dean was gasping for air, but there was little to be found this high up.

"Fool. Harry is the name we carry when we are Nutral. As hatred, we are The Fang of Venom!" Fang/Harry tore his talons from Dean's limp leg and let him hurtle back to earth. "Sho Knok May Kalla," shadows shifted around Dean's falling form, barely phasing him enough to pass through the school with out trashing the school. Dean's body on the other hand was destroyed. Fang just laughed and dove leasurly after him.

Ginny stood in the Great Hall where all the students had been rushed. The tearchers were all scared. Some tride to hide it, others didn't even try. Some shook and whimpered with fright, while others demanded order from the students. She stood there calmly, while her freinds chattered in fear.

"Silence!" Dumbledor bearly raised his voice, but it shook the students to silence. Once everyone was almost quite and gazing at him, Dumbledor continued, "Now. How did all of this happen?"

"Well," A timid proffesor stepped forward. Ginny didn't know her name. "Mr. Potter came late to class. I noticed the back of his robes had blood on them and were almost to shreds. I asked him about it, but Mr. Thomas interupted with his 'Harry is a demon' line. Mr. Thomas then went on cursing both Mr. Potter and girl named Ginny. Mr. Potter went to leave, Dean cursed again. Then... Mr. Potter... He... He turned... He turned into a... a... Demon! He grabbed Mr. Thomas and flew THOUGH the walls!" The proffesor was now in a fit of frightful sobs.

Dumbledor comforted the scared proffesor. The other teachers cast strange glances at each other. From no where the unknown proffesor screamed, "The girl! Ginny! She may be in danger! Where is she!"

"Right here proffesor," Malfoy was suddenly very close. Ginny couldn't help but place her hand into her robes for her wand. Wait. Where was her wand?

"Lord Dumbledor, please. Let someone take this girl to safety. That... THING... Might come after her."

Ginny could tell something was seriously wrong now. Why was a teacher calling Dumbledor lord? Not to mention why was he just nodding his head. The strange proffesor sighed in relife. Was... Was this strange proffesor... Smiling? "You two boys, by Mr. Malfoy, " she pointed to Crabb and Goyle, "Take her to a empty classroom. Mr. Malfoy stand gaurd outside so I know where you are. I'll be there shortly."

What was happening? Ginny could only nod and follow the goons. In her head she was screaming, fighting, but her body was meekly following. No wand, Harry is gone, Dumbledor is acting strange, this weird teacher, and now following three people from her list of top ten hated.

Once they were about a floor up, everything went dark.

Malfoy leaded against the door, his signature smirk in place. The Dark Lord was going to be pleased with him. Maybe pleased enough that he'll be happy with his dad too. Hairy Shithouse and Bumblebore both out of the picture out of the way in one year. That strange woman who was poseing as a teacher promised as soon as she had Ginny, Harry would be out of the way.

Speak of the devil and he shall apear. Or she in this case. The 'proffesor' was striding towards him.

"Is she out?"

"Like a light," Draco's smirk broadening.

"Good," she brushed by Draco and entered to the empty classroom. The blood traitor was tied to a chair, her red hair falling infront of her hanging head. Crabb and Goyle stood on either side in case she woke up. "Exalent!" The strange woman was almost bouncing with glee. She drew out a dagger and took a fist full of the bitches hair. With a quick slice, it all came off.

Draco just stood there as this woman roughly cut all of Ginny's hair off. She then cut off most of the girl's clothes, not bothering if she nicked her victim. When the woman stepped back to stare at her work, Ginny looked nothing like she had minutes ago. She was now almost bald. Her clothes in bloody tatters. Her once robe, skirt, and shirt, were now a rag hanging onto her shoulders roughly covering her chest, and tatters of a skirt and underwear. Most of Ginny's body was exposed. Dracos though she might have been pretty before this, but now she had hundreds if not thousands of bleeding cuts all over. She looked like a slave. As if to reinforce this thought, the woman placed a collar around her neck.

Draco was starting to feel sick to his stomach. Someone like Ginny could only be one type of slave, a sex slave. He glanced at the woman, dread pooling in his stomach. She was grinning in a way that made Draco want to barf. He looked to Crabb and Goyle to see how they fared, but they were gone. Now he really was going to hurl.

He tried to look away, but it happened to quick. The woman lunged at Ginny, pulling something from her robes. Then she lifted the shreds of Ginny's skirt and put it in her. The woman only cackled.

"This girl has already been taken. Want a go boy? The buyers wont be able to notice," The woman laughed.

Draco puked up everything he had eaten and passed out.

The blonde collapsed to the floor. Skly laughed again. She may as well take the boy to. He would fetch a good price. She placed a extra collar on the boy. She threaded a fine chain through both collars and lead the two out. Even though they were passed out, the collars made them move. Now, if only the other boy would keep Fang away long enough for her to get out of here with the two new slaves.

She sent a mental message to the buyers that she would also have a male with her. Their reply was eager and silently promised more gold. She glanced back at the two trudging behind her. Both were 'wild' in terms. Neither knew submition and pleasure in force, yet. Hopefully, the buyers will let her help break the boy. He looked like fun. The girl on the other hand would be good for their public pleasure houses. Skly had made sure of that.

With her short hair and harmed body, she would only know the roughest of drunk touches. A suiting place for the Heart of Fang.

Some of you may hate me... i dont care... i know a few of you really like Ginny... but dont worry so do i... just wanted to add some shadows to really accentuate the light later... yes things do get better... for some... evil grin... as ive said before... my mind is really messed up... if you cant tell by now... you need more help then me...

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