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It was Monday morning again, two weeks since her first official tutoring session, and Ginny groaned while she stretched in her bed, tired from studying her Defense notes late at night.

Everyone had to study that subject fervently now that the Carrows were their teachers. And those who were taking both Defense Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies… Well, Merlin help them all.

Ginny hadn't had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of one of their punishments yet, but she had heard the nasty rumors and had kept on her toes ever since. Fortunately, no one in her class had screwed up that badly yet and the only punishment doled out so far was point deduction.

But, as Nora had put it yesterday, it was only a matter of time.

Ginny got ready for the day slowly, as if dragging out her morning routine would prolong the inevitable but after Nora was fed up by Ginny's extremely slow hair brushing, the brunette had grabbed her friend and dragged her down to breakfast.

"Ow," Ginny said, massaging her wrists in the Great Hall.

Nora just ignored her dramatics. "Next time don't be so slow."

Ginny grumbled but grabbed a piece of toast. Picking at it, she tried to eat but found, like every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, when she had her Defense class, she couldn't stomach anything more that a bite or two.

"Come on," Neville coaxed her; he always noticed little things like that with his friends. "You have to eat. It's not good for you to be half-starving the way you are."

Ginny laughed. "I'm not starving, if anything I could stand to lose a bit of weight…"

"Oh shut it," Nora told her red-headed friend. "Like you need to."

"Nora, I'm serious. Ever since Snape banned Quidditch last Saturday after the Hufflepuff Slytherin match, I swear I've lost my shape."

"Round is a shape," Nora grinned wickedly and Ginny stuck her tongue out. "But seriously, Ginny, don't worry about it. You look great. And besides, eating less will make you gain more weight because you'll just binge later."

Scrunching her nose at Nora, Ginny took a big bite of her toast to make a point.

"There's a good girl," Nora said jokingly. Then, glancing at her watch the girl paled a little. "Come on then, its time."

"You sound like you're going to the gallows." Neville observed.

Ginny's hands shook as she gathered her bag. "Aren't we? It's Defense for us now."

"Oh," was all Neville had to say.

"See ya," Nora said, trying to be cheerful for the sake of both Ginny and herself.

The already long walk to the room seemed to triple in distance as the two girls followed the small crowd to their class.

"I wonder what we'll be learning today," Ginny said miserably sinking into her seat.

Nora copied her. "Probably how to become a Death Eater."

Ginny cast a frightened glance at her friend and then around them, but no one had heard. Lucy Wren sat down behind them looking extra pale.

"Lucy, what's wrong?" Ginny asked.

"I j-just heard that Sn-Headmaster Snape just refused to upgrade Professor Carrow's office to a better spot and he's absolutely furious. I just came from the third hall, I had forgotten something in my room, and after Snape told him no, he-he…"

But Ginny and Nora never got to hear what Professor Carrow did because that moment, the door to the office flew open as if on cue. The Death Eater walked slowly to his desk at the front of the room with a wide, sickening smile on his face, as if he had just eaten something rotten and enjoyed it.

Ginny gripped the side of her desk, willing her limbs to stop shaking. Even though McGonagall had told her to be brave, to not show him any fear, it was proving incredibly difficult. Not only did she have to look into the eyes of her torturer, she had to interact with him on a daily basis.

Each day it got harder to control her emotions and each day he seemed to notice more.

"Good morning, kiddies," he said in his stick sweet voice which caused Ginny's stomach to roll. "Today we are going to be learning basic attack moves."

Ginny felt the class perk up a bit. This was relatively normal Defense work for sixth years, but behind her, Lucy trembled.

Professor Carrow noticed as well and his smile grew wider. He turned and wrote in large letters on the blackboard: INTRACALAMIT and CONFRINGO.

The classes hope died as soon as their fake teacher finished writing. Not only were these not basic spells, but they were not ones that respectable wizards used on one another, especially not in a classroom setting.

"Well? Come on, we don't have all day. We'll begin with the first spell. I'll need a pair, two volunteers…" His beady eyes fell on Ginny and Nora who were trying not to meet his gaze. "Ah, perfect," he crooned. "Get up here!" His sharp change in his tone of voice caused Ginny and Nora to jump out of their seats and walk stiffly to the front of the classroom.

The two girls turned and looked at each other on opposite ends of the room.

"Perfect," came Professor Carrow's evil voice. "Now as we all know, Intracalamit is a spell that produces deadly internal damage to the person it is unleashed upon." He giggled unpleasantly.

"And in this instance the winner takes all so," he paused leering at the two girls. "You each better not get hit. But," he cried and then lowered his voice. "If you try not to hit the other on purpose, I will be forced to take…drastic measures." He waddled over to Ginny. "You remember what that was like my dear, don't you?"

Ginny tried to stick out her chin stubbornly but her shaking body gave her away. His scent filled her nose, brining her back to that summer night so long ago. She looked in his eyes and hidden in the deep pools was the pain of a thousand cicadas chewing her skin, a hundred nails burrowing under her skin… Ginny thought she would pass out.

Cackling, he walked away from her and around the other side of his desk.

Ginny looked into her friend's eyes and saw that same fire burning in them that she never wanted to see. "Nora?" Ginny whispered, her knees not supporting her body fully, still weak from Professor Carrow's attack on her memory.

Nora gritted her teeth. "I'm sorry Ginny."

"Begin," Professor Carrow commanded.

Ginny frowned. No, this can't be happening…

"INTRACALAMIT!"

Draco was flicking through his obscene amount of extra Charms work when he first heard the screams. Sitting up straighter at his desk Draco listened hard. Not another one, he thought desperately. It can't be, it's only Monday.

The past two weeks the Hospital wing had been keep busy by the victims of the Carrow's detention punishments. Madame Pomfrey had gotten so overwhelmed that she had moved Draco into a room off the main wing that was usually reserved for her private visitors. It was a tiny room with one window, but it suited Draco just fine.

Although it still felt a bit like he was hiding. It was necessary of course, he knew that it was, it was imperative for both the safety of his person and the Plan that no one at Hogwarts know he was there. But he still felt frustrated by having to stay in a back room.

Another scream ripped through Draco's thoughts bringing him back to the present. Opening his door slightly he was able to see a student being carried on a stretcher by two Gryffindors and led by Professor McGonagall.

Draco's eyes widened in shock. It was Ginny. It was her body that was being carried into the Hospital wing. And she was the one screaming.

She was writhing on the stretcher, her white Hogwarts blouse was stained a dark red, a stain that was growing from the blood that she was vomiting from her mouth.

He gasped, his breath stolen from his chest as he saw her moan in pain, red stuff slowly chugging out her ears and nose.

"What on earth happened!" cried Madame Pomfrey over the racket Ginny was making to Professor McGonagall.

McGonagall looked five times older than Draco had ever seen her. "Amycus," was the word that she chocked out. "He commanded that Moreno and Weasley perform the Intracalamit curse on each other and Moreno hit her first." The witch's voice was hollow.

Draco took a step back, farther into the dark of his room frozen with a cacophony of feelings.

He heard Madame Pomfrey gasp and then run to cupboards. "Set her down, gently, if you please, on that bed over by the far corner."

Draco took another step back. That bed was right across from his room. No, he thought, shaking his head slowly. I don't want to look at this. I don't want to see this.

Still, he couldn't help but watch in horror as Ginny was set down on the bed, now silent and unmoving but still the blood trickled out. Little rivers of red cascaded around her body, pooling in places and dripping off in others.

Draco's head felt fuzzy. Did the body really have that much blood in it? She must be losing a lot and fast. He frowned and walked back to the door to peek through the crack again. Where's Madame Pomfrey? He strained his eyes but his angle was not good enough to see through.

Professor McGonagall shooed the two students out of the Hospital wing and started to close the hangings on the other beds, as their occupants were starting to look around curiously. Draco could hear her spelling them for silence and knew that they would not be able to hear anything.

He opened his door a bit wider and looked at Ginny in the bed across from his room again. He could hear the steady dripping of blood and the ragged rhythm of her breathing. Where the fuck is Pomfrey?

His eyes snapped back to Ginny when her breathing was blocked and she struggled to inhale, spluttering weakly. He wrenched the door open, looking around.

McGonagall was on the other side of the room and Pomfrey was still digging through her shelves, although she had started to turn around. She'll be too late, Draco thought desperately. Merlin, this is just like at St. Mungo's, Pomfrey is going to kill Ginny. His crazed mind told him to run and he did.

Draco sprinted the short distance between his doorway and Ginny's bed coming to rest at her side. Calmly he helped her sit up; although he noticed that he was shaking. He tried to call for help but he couldn't even try speaking at the moment so he just yelled wordless sounds.

McGonagall came running but Madame Pomfrey was there first. Wand out she pointed at Ginny's throat and tugged with her arm brining a stream of phlegm-y blood with her, extracting it from Ginny's mouth.

Draco tried not to gag and instead he focused on the way her hair had bits of golden-blonde in it, and the way it had sparkled in the sunlight at St. Mungo's.

Semi-aware of the two witches working on the girl, Draco sank into his memories.

He had thought that she was going to ruin his high, he laughed at his concern, one that seemed so pointless now. But she wasn't that bad, Draco thought. Please don't let her die, she wasn't horrible. I liked spending time with her. He prayed to an unknown being.

Ginny still wasn't breathing. Merlin damn it! Please! He thought back to last year and almost chocked on his shame. This is my fault, I know. If I had been stronger, if I had resisted more, then Hogwarts would have never fallen.

Madame Pomfrey was sweating. McGonagall placed a hand over her eyes to re-focus on the task at hand. Don't stop now, Draco thought bitterly at the two older witches. Don't be the same as St. Mungo's. He looked down at the unconscious Ginny.

Don't let her go.

He could see out of the corner of his eye McGonagall start to shake her head.

Something clicked.

"No," Draco said in a clear voice, although it was ragged with lack of use and pain. "Don't shake your head, help her!" McGonagall looked at him in shock. He noticed that Madame Pomfrey was doing the same. Why were they wasting time staring at him like that?

"What are you doing? HELP HER!" Draco looked down at the red-head and took a deep breath. "Wake up, Weasley!" He commanded, shaking her slightly. "WAKE UP, GINNY!"

He shook her again, harder, and his fingers slipped on the blood that covered her shoulders and her back slammed against the iron headboard of the bed. Draco stepped back in horror, looking down at the odd looking form of the girl.

Slowly he backed away and Madame Pomfrey took his place by Ginny's side and helped her onto her back.

Draco's eyes were unfocused, but he still couldn't see any sign of her breathing. What have I done? He flinched as the Hospital wing door opened but he didn't look up to see who had entered.

"Theo, everyone's at lunch, no one will notice that we've gone to visit-Draco!" Blaise's voice rang out across the wing.

Draco felt like he was walking on a pitching ship deck, but he kept his eyes trained on Ginny.

Strong hands clasped his shoulders, forcing him back. "Easy now, Draco," came Theo's voice. "We've got you."

The voices and hands were pulling them away from Ginny. That wasn't right, he was responsible for her. For her death…

Draco screamed. "Merlin, mate, calm down," Blaise said. "Calm down-oof!"

Draco had elbowed backward and caught one of the hand's owners in the belly. He felt someone take out a wand and he kicked out, lifting his body off the ground.

"Damn it, Draco, I didn't want to do this…" Theo's voice rang out furiously.

The last thing Draco saw was a flash of red light.