Chapter Nineteen

Revolting Souls

NONONONONONONO!

She screamed, clutching her head and pounding her feet.

LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!

The red haired woman stared into the mirror; listening to the memory of a previous soul that occupied the body that a newer, better, malicious soul now dictated. The old Ginny Weasley was trapped in a far corner of her mind, shut away forever in that dark place that only dreams have a reality in. Ginerva now ran the show, with her piercing red eyes, rimmed with black charcoal eyeliner making them darker and more intense than ever. She smirked as she ran the red lipstick over her lips making them appear even more luscious than many were accustomed to.

LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!

Ginerva winced and clutched her head as Ginny's screams reverberated around her skull. Her elbows fell onto the dressing table and her head dropped further into her hands.

LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!

'No,' Ginerva hissed raising her head from her hands and staring at her reflection in the mirror through her hair. 'It's my turn now.'

Ginerva felt her hands slam unwillingly on the mirror and felt the blood trickling down her forearm.

'It was never your turn, this is my body. Give it back to me!' Ginny shrieked through Ginerva's lips. Ginerva threw her head back and fell to the floor screaming.

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'France. The country of revolution, freedom and passion; just look what it has been reduced to' Hermione sighed as she gazed around the broken French countryside.

'That's what we are here to fix,' Ron said, coming up beside her and placing a reassuring arm around her shoulders.

'Or try too anyway,' Aimee spoke softly, coming to stand beside the two of them. The three of them stared out at the charred landscape of what was once a beautiful countryside with the sea water lapping against the shore not far away. A crack broke the silence in the morbid air and the three of them span around with wands out ready to curse whoever had foolishly apparated behind them. Harry ducked as a reducto curse hurtled above his head.

'I apparated too close to the shore.' He said as an apology, 'I had to roundroute to get here.'

'You, you stupide homme inconsidéré, Si je n'avais pas besoin de vous, vous seriez mort !' Aimée mumbled under her breath as she stalked away clenching and unclenshing her left fist. Harry stared after her in bewilderment and shared a look with Ron. Hermione however, laughed lightly under her breath.

'You understand that ?' Harry asked her.

'Of course. She thinks that you are an idiot and that you are very inconsiderate and should be dead. Basically.' She replied through her laughter.

' I love that. It is so sexy.' Ron muttered in her ear, earning a shy smile and a peck on the cheek.

'What is ?' she inquired raising one eyebrow high.

'That you understand French.' Ron murmured in her ear.

'Wei, Monsieur ? j'aime votre pénis énorme.'' She smirked just before she brought her lips to his. Harry smiled at his two friends happily embracing one another in a lovers kiss. Suddenly he felt nostalgic and and found his smile turning upside down. Clearing his throat over the lump that had formed, he turned away and went to stand beside Aimée who was still staring out across the landscape.

'I'm sorry that I was, well, I am just sorry.' He said softly.

She didn't say anything, merely looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

'I apologise well as.' She finally said.

'As well.' Harry said, correcting her English.

'Pardon ?' Aimee asked, facing him with her eyes flashing.

'Nothing.' Harry replied raising his hands above his head in surrender. 'Nothing at all.'

He stared her down for a moment before her lip curled slightly as she bit back a laugh.

'If Im honest, your English isn't that bad.' He said smiling slightly.

'That bad? She asked with her green eyes sparkling.

'In fact it is almost perfect for a French dame.' He joked, earning a slap across his shoulder. He mimed hurt and received a light chuckle from his abuser. 'Why is your English so good anyway?' he asked curiously.

'My Mother was an English dame as you say. I lived with her the majority of my life, until she died when I was sixteen. I returned to France after that to live with my Father.'

'Where is he now?

She turned away from him to look at a burnt sycamore tree a few yards away.

'He was one of Voldemorts first new supporters in France.' She replied numbly. 'I killed him when they tried to take my little sister.'

Harry felt his fingers go numb at her confession.

'What happened to your sister?' he dared to ask.

She turned her copper head and looked him straight in the eye, with eyes hard as nails she replied, 'He killed her. So I killed him.'

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The screaming reverberated through the halls and chambers of Malfoy Manor and the Dark Lord found himself unconsciously rubbing his temples.

'Go and see what is happening.' He ordered the young Malfoy boy.

'Yes, my Lord.' He said rising fluidly from his chair and leaving the room as quickly as he could.

'Where is that coming from?' he found himself asking aloud as yet another scream pierced the chamber. 'Did I not order the torture to be taken care of when we were not planning the destruction of the wizarding world?'

'My Lord, it's the Weasley girl,' Bellatrix spoke up earnestly, 'let me go in Draco's stead to deal with her.'

'Deal with her?' Voldemort asked dangerously.

'Yes, my Lord.' Bellatrix replied, not realising the thin ice she was about to fall through. 'She is disturbing the inner workings of your tactical, brilliant mind from productively creating something magnificent.'

'Disturbing you say? Preventing my brilliance?'

'Yes, my Lord. There is only so much she can do for you, isn't her time nearly-

'Crucio,' Voldemort spoke softly.

Bellatrix fell from her chair writhing and screaming in pain, her screams drowning out the shrieks coming from a certain Weasley girl deeper in the Manor.

'Do not think that you are above any in this room Bellatrix, my decisions are my own. And you, nor anyone else dictates to me. The Weasley girl is mine to possess until my seed is planted firmly within her, inspiring the growth of a new Dark Lord that I shall nurture myself. She is filled with immense power that, combined with my own power, shall create the strongest Dark Lord to walk the face of his planet. Therefore do not be so audacious as to assume that you have any authority over her or me again. Do you understand this?' Voldemort did not shout, nor in anyway raise his voice as he spoke his poisonous words to Bellatrix. However the impact they had upon the surrounding Death Eaters and Bellatrix were as though he had screamed them whilst under the Sonorous charm.

'The Weasley girl carries your child, my Lord?' Snape inquired in a hushed tone as Voldemort released Bellatrix from her torture.

'Not yet, Severus. I am awaiting a certain lunar cycle which allows all the planets to align; this shall create certainty when I attempt to impregnate the girl. ' Voldemort replied as he idly twirled his wand between his fingers.

Voldemort gazed around his inner circle taking note of the fear and shock in each of their eyes.

'Are you not happy my children, that you shall have someone to follow and guide you in the pure ways for the entirety of your life, and the lives of your children? A Dark Lord shall forever rule the Wizarding World once it is ours and the resistance is crushed by our boots.'

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The blueprint before them gave little information concerning the base in Calais. Harry's finger travelled the length of one corridor to the doorway which they believed held the prisoners.

'Do we get them out first?' he murmured softly, his forefinger tapping the room.

'How many prisoners are there?' Aimee asked Celine still staring down at the map.

'Ten,' her voice chimed as her green eyes swept shrewdly over the blueprints, 'mainly girls and a couple of boys. They are recruits that haven't reached stage three yet.'

'Stage three?' Hermione queried, raising an eyebrow.

Celine glanced over at Hermione from under her silvery fringe.

'Servitude performed willingly. The previous two stages are rather unpleasant. Believe me.' She replied gravely.

'We get them out.' Harry said determinedly.

Nods around the table demonstrated the others agreement and satisfied, Harry pulled the blue prints closer. He stared at the black and white lines for a few moments, moments which turned into minuets.

'Right, this is what we are going to do.' He finally said, glancing around the table. 'Celine, you will re-enter the base and at ten pm will open the wards up to us; allowing us entry. Aimee and I shall enter through this entrance whilst Ron, you and Hermione enter through the back entrance and get the prisoners out. Aimee and I will set the traps along these walls here and detonate after fifteen minuets.'

All the girls nodded willingly whilst Ron tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes quizzically.

'Thought of something else Ron?' Harry asked.

'Yeah,' he said slowly, 'even if you manage to blow up all these corridors the entire structure still won't fall.'

'So what do you suggest?'

Ron walked closer to the blue prints and rubbed the back of his head in thought.

'These side passageways here,' he said, pointing to one beneath the prisoners keep, 'and here.' He pointed to passages below the drawing room, kitchen and entrance hall.

'What about them?' Aimee asked gazing at them.

'They are the bases for the entire structure. Blow up a couple of corridors they can just rebuild, blow up those backward passageways and there wont be anything left to rebuild, or anyone left to rebuild.'

They all stared at Ron for a moment.

'What?' he said defensively. 'I just thought that-'

He was silenced as Hermione crushed her lips to his.

'You are a genius,' she said breathlessly as she withdrew her lips from his. Ron ears shone red, but his face burst with pride at the compliment.

'Genius, Ron.' Harry agreed smiling. 'Pure genius.'

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Draco cautiously entered the room of The Dark Lords favourite toy. She may have been a plaything of the Dark Lords, but to the other Death Eaters or the underlings- such as himself, she was a witch of formidable skill; quite happy to demonstrate in the most gruesome ways. As he rounded the small corridor into the bedroom he caught a splash of red hair on the floor and walked quicker to find the Weaslette, laid on the floor, clad only in a silk dressing gown that had opened slightly at the top; revealing her small bosom which was rising up and down quickly, far to quickly. Draco hastened to her side and crouched down beside her. She was muttering under her breath anxiously, yet it was unclear and Draco could not understand any of it.

Suddenly, her eyes shot open and gazed into his. He leapt back in fright with a yelp, before cowering on his knees before her.

'I apologise, My Lady, the Dark Lord was concerned and I came to, to-'

'Make sure I was alright?' she asked softly.

'Yes, I beg for you to-'

Draco's head snapped up and he stopped his grovelling abruptly, she had spoken to him softly, without malice.

'You are different.' He spoke.

She hid her eyes from his and strolled over to the dressing table. He observed her walk; it had lost its swagger and lacked the provocative role she had adapted. She walked how she did at Hogwarts. He opened his mouth to question her further before rapidly snapping it shut as his Aunt marched into the room.

'What are you doing Ginerva?' Aunt Bella demanded as she entered the room, 'do you have any idea how you have distracted the Dark Lord with your absurdity?'

'I suppose he sent you to inquire as to my health, Bella?' Ginny asked snidely, keeping her back to the insane witch.

'Sent? Sent!' Bellatrix screeched.

'Do not screech at me Bellatrix, it makes you sound like a Muggle Fishermans wife,' Ginny replied calmly, as she magically tied her hair back.

'The Dark Lord does not send me on simple errands! He has Draco for that!' she gestured to Draco, cowering in the corner.

'Then why have you come to my chambers uninvited?' Ginny asked, as she transfigured her robe into a flowing gown of black.

'You were screaming down the whole Manor!'

'Much like you are now?' Ginny turned slowly to pierce Bellatrix with her gaze. 'Why did you enter my chambers uninvited Bellatrix?' she asked again, dangerously.

Bellatrix merely glared at her in hatred.

'Very well.' Ginny sighed before raising her wand and pointing it at Bellatrix. 'Crucio.'

Unbeknown to Ginny, Bellatrix writhed and screamed on the floor for the third time in an hour.

'You shall never enter my chambers again without invitation, or I shall personally see that you spend a week in the pit. Are we clear?'

Ginny lifted the curse to allow Bellatrix the time to reply; she merely glowered up at her from the floor in anger.

'Are we clear?' Ginny demanded, raising her wand again.

'Yes, my Lady,' she spat.

'Now leave my chambers.'

Bellatrix painfully rose from the floor and made her way, defeated from the room. The moment the door closed behind her, Ginny collapsed to the floor and sobbed; and Draco watched. He watched as her chocolate coloured eyes wept.

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A/N

Hello! Sorry it has taken so long to update, I have had major writers block and been working a lot!

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