Weeeeeeeeeeeelll, so you would like me to update, would you? Are you positive? Would you like me to discontinue the story, cause that was the vibe I've been getting….
runs away from angry readers
Just kidding! I like this story too…
mutters to self about over-reacting people who cant take a joke when it s so obviously a joke its not even funny, but it is funny cause its supposed to be a joke but they don't realize that because they never do, now do they?
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"Get up, girl." Rowlan said roughly unswayed by the tears that fell at his feet when she was pulled away from her sister, her little doll.
His hand was in front of her face and the last thing she remembered was a
glittering dust in her eyes.
Her eyes were shut, and when she moved she felt the reassuring satin sheets she had always known. It was just a dream. The forest, the flowers, the… vampires. She was home, and Luna was safe…
She opened her eyes slowly, luxuriating in the soft comfort of the bed. She moved to stretch, but her hands were held by something cold.
She opened her eyes fully and gasped to see glittering manacles attached to each of her wrists and gazed in horror to their beginning, where they snaked around the iron wrought bedposts.
She wasn't home. She wasn't safe. Her comforting blue sheets were a deep scarlet… the colour of blood. She shuddered and thought of Luna and the delicate crimson river that had flown out of the tiny pinpricks on her neck.
"Good evening, madam." A soft voice startled her and she shifted her gaze to a young woman who stood with her head bent at the edge of her bed.
"Ginny!" She sighed with relieve, " Hurry and unchain me before they get back."
When Ginny made no move, she repeated her self impatiently. Ginny raised her head and Hermione gasped to see the blankness in her face. Her flaming red hair was the same, so were the freckles that sprinkled her face, but there was such cold unfamiliarity in her face that Hermione shuddered to see it.
"Good evening, madam." She repeated, " It is time to get dressed."
"For what?" She asked, but received no answer.
Instead, Ginny walked over to a large mahogany closet and pulled out a glittering red dress. She walked over to Hermione and pulled out a key, fitting it neatly in the lock and turning it deftly…
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He sat at the head table on a raised platform. He didn't particularly like the awed looks everyone was giving him, nor was he in a good mood after he heard his fathers' plans. He was to wed a… a mortal. A pitiful human girl who did not deserve him. She did not even deserve Snape, who was scuttling around the edges of the room like an oversized spider.
We'll see, he told himself. If there is an accident, the wedding would be off. Such a shame…
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