Two for one tonight.
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I fight back against the people dragging me along the back streets of Hogsmeade, wondering who the hell it was. Everything goes black as a wand flashes into my line of sight for a second.
I wake up what felt like hours later, on the ground in front of the prat and his pals.
"I should have known," I snarl, standing up and brushing my clothes off.
"What's happening to you Ginny?" Potty asks, looking at me with concern on his face.
"You have no right addressing me by my nickname scarhead," I snap.
"Don't talk to him that way," Ron counters.
Hermione slinks away from them, I could tell by how she was carrying herself that she wants no part in what they are doing. The morons don't even notice that she's gone.
"What spells have they put you under?" Ron snarls.
"They have not put me under any spells," I retort icily.
"They must have, this is not you," Potty says.
"I'm sorry if I insulted you manhood by leaving you but I was not going to stand by idly while you cheated on me. How many was it Potty, how many?" I all but scream.
Weasel snarls and levels his wand at my face, "I'm going to break this spell, and then you'll be grateful to me for doing this."
I glare at him while he says the spell, and then watch as it rebounds hitting the ground and scorching it.
"Now, now, now, that's no way to treat your sister now is it?" Ash drawls.
She steps up next to me, for all the world looking like she had just been walking by.
"What have you done to her, you whore!" Ron yells, his face turning a lovely shade of puce.
"I have done nothing to her, Weasel," she replies calmly, "she made her own decisions."
"Stop lying!" he screeches lunging forward.
I felt Ash's hand come down on my shoulder, and I have a second to brace myself as she lifts herself into the air, Ron passing by land in the dirt. There is a soft thump as Ash lands on the ground, turning sideways to keep prat and weasel in her line of sights. They take out their wands and aim them at her.
:Jump: flashes into my mind.
Caught off guard by the command, I jump into the air. I feel arm enclose me and the ground was slowly leaving us behind, the spells missing. Their jaws open, they take a second to aim their wands again and fire spells. Blackness obscured my vision and I thought that they had hit, before I realize that my eyes were open.
I felt my stomach clench as something shifts, and Ash turns me in her arms holding my face close into her shirt.
"Do not look, do not try to look. This world is not for the living," she whispers into my hair her voice strained.
With a wrench, the world rights itself again and we're lying on the floor of the Slytherin Common Room. Draco burst through the portrait his face was flushed from running, his hair an unusual mess. I roll out of Ash's limp arms, looking down at her in concern. Draco nudges me out of the way and all but rips the scarf off of her neck. I keep down a gasp at the metal collar ringing her neck. Her body spasms, and then her chest stops laboring up and down, trying to get air into her lungs. My body wrenches as I realize that I'm staring at Ash's body, she was dead. The collar falls open with a clang on the stone floor. Draco picks it up and flings it away from her. The air began to press down on me as I stare at Ash.
"Come on, come on," he mutters under his breath.
With a sudden gasp, Ash sits straight up on the floor. Her eyes were black, there were no whites showing at all. Draco grasps her shoulder and she smiles at him, a feral smile, but a smile none the less.
"Our dear Ginerva has questions, you may answer all of them, I have business to attend to," she snarls, getting up off of the floor and vanishing.
"What in the bloody hell was that?" I say my voice a detached calm.
Draco stands up and picks up the collar that he threw.
"Let's go to my room, I can answer your questions there," he states.
I head up the stairs behind him, my head buzzing.