Back To School
Chapter 9
Secrets
A/N: Sorry it has taken me forever to get this up!!! I have been busy with, sadly enough, boyfriend drama. But I won't go into that, I will just say that I really hope you like my next chapter and I hope you all review or send me a PM. I really like to hear from my readers and believe me, I can take criticism. So have at it and enjoy!! (I do not own anything from Harry Potter)
I strolled in silence down the corridor, my eyes progressively streaming with tears. I just didn't get Draco Malfoy. Or perhaps I just didn't get myself. Was I overly sensitive? Did I let other peoples' actions have an effect on me too easily? My eyes suddenly altered colors, I could feel them changing, they were now overcast and white. Something peculiar took place then, this time the hallway had a strange glow to it. It was exactly like I was walking through a cloud from the sky. I felt so mystified… and so vacant. My feet began to dawdle as I reached a moving stair case.
"Bloody Hell!!" rang out in my head. "Your eyes… they're-they're empty! Completely colorless! I've never seen anything like it! What sort of demon possesses you my child?!" I turned to my right to face the voice that haunted my thoughts. A short, stout man in a curly white wig peered out at me through an old ornate framed painting on the wall. The name plate underneath read: Pickarus Walton. I had no idea who he was and why he was there… come to think of it, I still don't.
"No demon here," I murmured back as I began to walk away. "I'm the demon." I mumbled as I silently moved ahead up the flight of stairs. The man sputtered and coughed as if choking on a too hot biscuit. He wanted to continue the conversation, I know he did, but I disregarded the noises and moved on without another look back.
I didn't quite know where I was headed but somehow I appeared on the second level of the castle. I floated down the hallway, apparently a new member of the ghost population of Hogwarts. I passed a large expanse of blank wall and stopped. I turned slowly and walked back in front of it. A door seemed to be forming slowly in the stone of the wall. The room of requirement, I had forgotten that it even existed for some reason. By the third pass down the wall an ornate wooden door had appeared. I took a deep breath; I didn't even know what was going to be on the other side… what had I been thinking about? I opened the door and the hinges creaked painfully. I rolled my eyes, such a Hollywood effect.
As the door opened it revealed what looked like a small studio apartment. There was a double bed in one corner covered in a fluffy green comforter and in the opposite corner was a kitchen area with a stove and a full size refrigerator. In one corner was a small blocked off room, a bathroom, I imagined. An escape, I was thinking of an escape. I quietly shut the door behind me and walked into the tiny bathroom, in the mirror a waif of a girl looked back at me through milky white eyes. Her hair was a mess; it hung in stringy clumps and had been ratted as if by sleep, her skin was a pasty white of fading health.
The mirror began to ripple as if it were the surface of water. The image in the mirror changed into an older woman, probably in her thirty's. She was healthy, clean looking, her dark brown hair fell in waves over her shoulders, her eyes a distinct blue, her smile was inviting but concerned; she was beautiful. When she spoke, her voice was melodic and soothing,
"Ginny," she paused and continued after I didn't run away, "I am here to tell you something very important. You must listen carefully as I only have this chance to tell you what you need to know." She paused again and I took this spare moment to speak.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice sounded horrible and grating after listening to hers. She held up her hand to silence me, her movements were elegant and fluid.
"In time, I will tell." I sat down on the toilet, silenced for the time being. "Ginny, you hold a great secret in you, dear. You are The Key. A great evil is growing out in the wizarding world, greater than Lord Voldemort himself, greater than anyone could ever have imagined. As The Key, you are destined to destroy it, or all our hope and our race is lost forever in the memory of time. Ginny, you hold a great power in you, you cannot yet control it, but I have a feeling that you know it is there, don't you?"
I nodded my head slowly, my jaw slack, very surely looking like a fool. The cloudy fog seemed to begin to lift from me as if a warm blanket were being pulled away. The woman in the mirror became clearer and even more beautiful, she spoke again.
"The reason your eyes change and storms create themselves around you, the reason your soul seems to burn and you cough up soot is because The Key is growing quickly inside you. You alone have the power to unlock the weapon that will destroy this evil that threatens the very existence of our race." Her voice wavered; it had become urgent, almost panicked.
A/N: Well, that is all for now, I know it's a bit of a cliff hanger but my brain juices quit and I think it is better to go ahead and get the next chapter up with a cliffy and add to it sooner than hold out with the whole plot wave at this moment. I'm also sorry it was a bit short. Oi, I'm babbling, so sorry. Hope you enjoyed, please PM me or review!!!