Author's Note: After having my AOL mailbox flooded with angry letters, I've decided to at least finish the story (I owe you all that much). It has been so hard to balance out Draco as a bastard for the general public and as a sweetie pie for Ginny. In this chapter, you'll see a little of both. In addition, we'll see a little clawing action between Luna and Lavender, and maybe Hermione. Special Thanks to: Antone, KypDurron, Moose, SexyTexy, Swtpinay, my beta-reader HarryP5874, and everyone who's followed this story. So, here you are:
Chapter Five:
A Reconciliation, Revelations, and A Tragedy
"Oh dear god," said Dumbledore said as he looked at Firenze's dead corpse laying on its side in the grass
near the forest. The body had been stabbed at least a hundred times. "It looks as if wizard did this," said
Dumbledore to McGonogall. They were the only ones out there at this point. They knelt by the body looking it over.
Hagrid had gone to fetch Snape.
"Why do you say that?" asked McGonogall.
"Because he was stunned first," said Dumbledore.
Just then, Hagrid and Snape ran over to them.
"Oh, great Merlin's beard," said Snape. "Who did this?" demanded Snape.
"Those damn centaurs," growled Hagrid. Just then, a group of centaurs came out of the forest led by Blaze.
They looked at Firenze's body and led out horrible horse noises. Blaze galloped over and knelt by Firenze.
"Brother?!" he said weakly as he looked at Firenze. He then turned his head sharply to Dumbledore. He was breathing frantically. "You savage! My brother trusted you, Dumbledore! And now your kind, your kind murders him?"
"Hey, ya' watch ya mouth there, Blaze!" said Hagrid. "Dumbledore's not responsible for this and besides when did you start caring about Firenze so much anyway? You probably murdered him yourselves!"
"You take that back, giant!" said Blaze as the other centaurs hissed at Hagrid.
"Blaze is right, Hagrid. Firenze did entrust his life to me, but only because he feared that his own kind would murder him. And a wizard or witch did kill him," said Dumbledore.
"What?" said Hagrid and Snape together.
"Yes, Firenze was stunned by a wizard or witch before dying," said McGonogall.
"I knew it!" said Blaze. "I'm taking my brother back to the forest to be buried!"
"Like hell you are," said Snape. "I think we can all agree that body needs to be reviewed by a specialist!"
"Try and stop me!" said Blaze and he reached down and put his hand up under Firenze to pick him up, when the body floated up into the air. Firenze turned right side up and opened his mouth.
An evil, unidentifiable voice leapt out. "Poor stupid Dumbledore! The pathetic centaur warned you didn't he? However, you didn't act fast enough did you? Now he's dead! Let the centaur be an example because next time, I'm coming for you and Potter!" Firenze then exploded in flames and burning lights.
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It was early December. Temperatures had severely dropped and students could often be seen out in the snow playing. But sadly they were often under adult supervision. Everyone at Hogwarts were still a little jumpy since Firenze had been brutally stabbed to death on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. For the first month, Dumbledore had promised to expel anyone caught outside of the castle. He'd gone to the Ministry and had had to fight Fudge who'd wanted to put dementors back at the school. Then winter had come and the staff had taken a vote to let the students tour the grounds with supervision. The Ministry was still furious though.
With the snow came invitations to the Burrow for a wedding on New Year's Day. Luna seemed ecstatic when the invitations to her wedding started coming.
Shockingly, many Hogwarts students were invited. They'd pass Ron in the hall and say congratulations, which would make Ron nervous.
Ron looked a lot like a skeleton lately. He seemed to have gotten thinner and he was definitely a lot paler. He didn't even defend himself when the Slytherin students made fun of him.
Hermione didn't look as bad, but she was definitely acting weird these days. She spaced out during conversations. She got extremely quiet around Luna and seemed to always be scribbling in a tablet.
Ginny was another story. Hermione and Ron were acting strange, but they seemed to socialize with people. Ginny, on the other hand, didn't seem to be eating, sleeping, and she was never seen talking to anyone. The only time anyone ever saw her was in class. She never ate breakfast, lunch, or dinner. After classes, she would go straight to her dorm where she would do her homework then she would take long walks around the lake by herself. Harry noticed this and cornered her one day after double potions. He had forced Ginny to eat and told her that he, Ron, and Hermione were there for her.
Ginny had been extremely grateful and had made an effort to socialize. Just not with Ron. But Ginny had a lot more on her mind than not eating and not socializing. She had had something on her mind every since October 30, since Firenze's death.
She loved Draco with all of her heart and soul. But there was something inside of her that told her that he had killed Firenze. She remembered everything leading up to Firenze's death: Firenze catching her and Draco after hours in the Forbidden Forest, Firenze telling the Daily Prophet what a bastard Draco was, and Firenze threatening to tell Dumbledore on them. Just thinking about it brought tears to her eyes.
It was killing her to be apart from him, but before she could face him, she had to be sure of her feelings. How could she ever let him hold her in his arms again thinking that he was a murderer?
She felt as if she was going to vomit when she heard a tapping on the window of her dorm. She looked over and saw an owl holding a letter. She opened the window, grabbed the letter, and sent the owl away. She opened it and read the letter.
Dear Gin',
Please answer me. I love you! Why can't you see that? I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You're the
only person I have! You know that! Don't abandon me like the rest have. Don't. I know what you're thinking.
I didn't murder Firenze. I don't have an alibi, all I have is my love for you. Please, please answer me!
I'll expect you to meet me by the lake at midnight tonight. If you don't I'll take it as a sign that
it's over. I wish it didn't have to be like that. So, meet me tonight by the lake!
Forever Yours,
D. Malfoy
Her heart softened. She would meet him. She owed him that. To tell him that it was over. She could not be with him and that was final.
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Luna walked gallantly into the library. She was on a mission and wouldn't be stopped. She reached her destination and took a seat at a table. She smiled mischievously at the thought. She was sitting directly in front of Lavender.
"Hello, Luna," said Lavender nervously. Somehow, she was not comfortable sitting across from the mother of her ex-boyfriend's baby. It made her uneasy.
"Hi, Lav'," said Luna cheerily. "Listen, we need to talk."
"About what?" asked Lavender. Of course she knew about what, but her stomach did acid flip-flops just thinking about the conversation. The longer she played ignorant the less time they'd have to talk.
"Don't play games with me, bitch. You know what!" said Luna seriously.
Lavender inhaled sharply. This wasn't the Luna she'd heard about. The Luna she'd heard about was well a mix between a sweet girl and a wacko!
"Excuse me?" asked Lavender in shock.
"I saw you at breakfast this morning, making goo goo eyes at my Ronald!"
"Who do you think you're talking to, Lovegood?" asked Lavender.
"Listen, you just better watch where your eyes are going or they might get knocked out of that big bubble gum head of yours!" exclaimed Luna.
"You know, I heard Hermione tell Harry something the other day that was quite interesting," said Lavender as she packed up her things.
"What?" asked Luna.
"She said, 'Isn't it funny that Luna didn't start showing until the day she went to Madame Pomfrey for her check up?'," quoted Lavender. She then snarled at Luna and got up from the table with her things. "What happened to the old Lovegood?"
"You mean, Loony Lovegood?" Luna gave a dry laugh. "She grew up and opened her eyes. She's learned that the world isn't all gentle and sweet. She's learned that she knows what she wants and she's learned how to get what she wants. And she'll destroy anyone who gets in her way or tries to stop her!"
Lavender then frowned and walked away.
Luna thought quietly to herself, "Well, well Hermy. Looks like you gotten in my way!"
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Madame Pomfrey sat in her quarters humming pleasantly to herself. "Oh, Miss Lovegood," thought Poppy. "You think you're so, brilliant." Poppy did a short dry laugh.
"Well, let's see how you like it when, I get my revenge! You'll never ever even see it coming you silly little girl. You don't work for over twenty-five years as a healer and don't get ideas. All I need to do is keep doing my services for you for the next few weeks and then you'll wish that you never ever crossed Poppy Melinda Pomfrey!"
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It was 12:15 and Draco had walked around the lake twice. He was starting think that she would not show when he saw her figure moving toward him.
"I didn't think you'd come," Draco said happily.
"I started not to," said Ginny coldly determined not to make any aspect of this personal. She'd keep his secret if he had killed Firenze, but that also meant that she couldn't be with him.
"Why did you come?" he asked pleadingly.
"I had my reasons as I'm sure you had your own, Malfoy," she said. Draco knew what she was doing and a part of him was hurt by it. But he'd managed to get her out here so there was still hope that he'd get her back.
"Well, my first reason was, that it has been hell without you!" he exclaimed as he reached toward her for a hug, but she dodged out of the way in time.
"Well that really isn't my problem, now is it, Malfoy?" she asked coldly.
"Gin', don't do this to me," pleaded Draco.
"Why not?" asked Ginny all the emotion she'd kept buried during their nearly year long relationship coming to the surface, all dying to burst out and claw this, this pathetic s-o-b, to pieces. "You talk about my friends like they're the fucking scum of the Earth! You mock my family every got damn chance you get! You've given me and my friends a hard time ever since we arrived! You openly support the Dark Arts and even after we started dating you never dropped your stance! We were never meant to be together! This whole thing was one big MISTAKE!" she said feeling as if the words were coming from her very soul.
Draco gaped at Ginny in pain. "A mistake?" he thought to himself. "How can you say that the most wonderful thing in my whole life is a mistake? What we had, have, is far from a mistake! I love you Ginny! I really do!"
Ginny felt sick. She'd heard those words from him so many times, but now, they were being said with feeling and they truly sounded as they were coming from the depths of Draco's soul. Ginny wanted give up her iciness for him, abandon her attitude toward him, and leap into his arms, but he had murdered an innocent being! She could never love a man who did that. It was killing her not to walk over there and be with him. "Don't say that Draco," said Ginny her voice cracking for the first time.
"It's true. I'm sorry that I feel that way, but I do and I think that I always will!"
She couldn't stand it any longer. Her lips were aching to touch his, her hands were aching to run over his face, her torso craved to be pinned against his. It was taking every bit of her soul and being to restrain herself from kissing him. "Did, did you kill Firenze?" she asked slowly and softly. She knew she should have just walked away and left the miserable bastard crying by the lake, but her feet were planted firmly and the part of her that suspected Draco was dying quickly.
"No," he whispered softly onto the night air as the serene reflection of the lake mirrored in his eyes. "I hated the centaur, but not enough to kill him."
She wanted to believe him, desperately.
"Besides, I was with McGonogall working on some transfiguration when the centaur died," he whispered. "You can ask her if you want Ginny."
They stared deep into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Thoughts raced through Ginny's mind like the speed of light. Draco just wanted her to take him back.
"I'm sorry," she whispered in a whimpering a little. "I should've known, Draco. It's just that..."
"What?"
"I see a lot of darkness inside of you, Draco and I know that you're capable of great evil," said Ginny.
"I forgive you Ginny. I wish you didn't see me that way. I'm not. I don't want you to see that side of me," said Draco. "I just want you to love me!"
Tears streamed down Ginny's face. How could she have thought those things about him? She walked over to him and hugged him tightly while she whispered through tears, "I do love you, Draco. More than you'll ever know." They kissed under the moonlight and had a joyful reunion. They then walked hand in hand back to the castle.
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Draco was on a natural high the next day as he and some other Slytherins ice-skated on the frozen lake. He decided to
take a walk into the Forbidden Forest before going back to the castle.
He'd been walking for a good five minutes when he heard voices.
"Oh, it's beautiful!" said a female voice.
"I thought you would like it," said a masculine voice that Draco would have know anywhere. It Potter! But who was he with?
Draco walked closer to the voices and saw two people standing in the clearing that he and Ginny had stood in so many months ago. He hid behind a tree and watched the two. But, what were Potter and Granger doing meeting in the forest together?
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"Oh, Harry this locket is beautiful!" exclaimed Hermione. Harry had given her an early Christmas gift. It was a golden locket shaped like a heart. Inside was a picture of the both of them together. (They'd taken it while on a date in the muggle world.) On one side was the picture and on the other was an inscription that said: Harry P. and Hermy G. together forever.
They'd managed to keep their relationship a secret. They'd tried to tell Ron and Ginny, but they were too distraught to listen. In the end, they'd decided to keep it a secret.
"I thought that you might like it," said Harry.
"Like it? Harry I love it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said as she kissed the locket.
"Should I be jealous of you and the locket," asked Harry playfully.
Hermione lightly shoved him. She then walked up to him and hugged him. "Of course not, Harry. You know that my love is all for you!"
Harry smiled and the two kissed.
"But why did you give me this now?" asked Hermione.
"Well, with everything that's going on with the Weasleys, I thought that we could have our own little Christmas before we go to the Burrow," whispered Harry as he blew into Hermione's ear.
"Ah, Harry that's so romantic," said Hermione.
"I thought you'd like it," said Harry smiling brightly.
"I do. I really, really do!" she said smiling. Then her smile turned into a frown. Hermione turned away from him and folded her arms across her chest and she walked a few feet from him.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" asked Harry concerned.
"It's just that," started Hermione as she bit her lip.
"What?" asked Harry getting irritated.
"I wish that we could tell Ron, Ginny, and everyone else about how happy we are," said Hermione.
"I know. But would it be right of us to be happy while they all still miserable?"
"I know, but it's just that they've become like a second family for both of us," said Hermione. This had really been bothering Hermione for a while, as well as other things.
"I know, but-" started Harry, but he was interrupted.
"Harry, I know they'd be happy for us. And I know just know they'd be happy for us!"
"Okay, fine! We'll try to tell Ginny and Ron when we get back to the castle," said Harry reluctantly.
"Oh, Harry!" she squealed and ran over and kissed him. They then heard a rustling in the trees. Afraid of being caught, they ran over to the spot where they had heard the rustling. When they made it, they saw the figure of Draco Malfoy running happily back to the castle.
"Malfoy," hissed Harry and he took off after him.
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Harry and Hermione arrived in the Great Hall ten minutes later, but they were too late. They'd stopped because Hermione had fallen.
The Great hall was buzzing with excitement and came to a hush when they walked in. Draco was standing on top of one of the tables with a huge smirk on his face.
Ron hurried over to them. "How could you?" he asked a little hurt.
"Ron, we're so sorry," said Hermione. The rest of the students started to form a crowd around them.
"Sorry? Sorry? Well your damn sorry isn't good enough! My two best friends? I hope you two burn in hell together!" said Ron before pushing through the crowd and leaving.
"Well, well, Potter!" said Draco with his Slytherin crew behind. "After all these years it seems that Weasel has finally realized that you've got as much hots for the mud-blood has he does. It seems orphans and homeless people are the only people attracted to you, Granger. Personally, I would not touch you with ten-foot pole seeing as I don't want to breed filthy disgusting half-breed-mud-blood children. Then there's the fact that if I wanted to shag a buck-toothed whore, I'd sleep with a horse something you look like, but is less dirty!"
Harry knocked Draco out. "Don't you ever talk about Hermione again, you miserable son-of-a-bitch!"
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Harry and Hermione found Ron in the Head Dorm Common Room.
"Ron, we didn't mean for it to happen," said Harry as he and Hermione took seats in the armchairs on either sides of the couch.
"I DON'T CARE!" exclaimed Ron.
"We thought that since you were with Luna," began Hermione, but she stopped and put her head in her hands.
"That I what? What?" asked Ron getting up quickly.
"That you wouldn't have feeling for Hermione anymore," said Harry softly. Hermione lifted her head out of her hands.
Ron sat down slowly. He sighed heavily and the once close trio sat quietly. "When did it start?" asked Ron after what seemed like an eternity of silence.
"The day Harry knocked Malfoy off of his broom," said Hermione quietly.
"The same week Percy? The same week-" His voice trailed off, but his two friends knew that he was talking about Luna and the baby.
"Yeah," said Harry.
Ron sighed again and ran his hands through his red hair. "Why didn't you two tell me?" he asked.
"Ron, we tried, but you were so caught up in what was going on," Hermione voice trailed off.
"Oh," he said. "Do you love her Harry?" asked Ron.
Harry felt that daggers were going through him as Ron spoke. He'd rather face Voldermort a thousand times than be put in this position. Sitting here talking about his feelings for Hermione to Ron!
"Yes. Yes I do. With all of my heart," said Harry. Hermione fought back a smile (she didn't want to make Ron anymore angrier than he already was.)
"Then, I guess that I'll try to be happy for you," said Ron meekly.
"Why do you have such a problem with me and Hermione?" asked Harry. He was outraged. Over the last few months, he had stood by Ron's side and now Ron was going to try to be happy for them? Un-ac-cept-a-ble!
"Why? I'll tell you why. I had feelings long before you did for Hermione and even though I've moved on they're still there! I had her first and I thought for once that Hermione was the one perfect thing that I'd had that the great Harry Potter would never have! I mean you get fame, glory, and wealth! I had Hermione and when we were together I felt that she was worth a lot more than that!" Ron and Hermione had dated for a few months at the beginning of sixth year, but had ended it because of Ron's immaturity.
Ron really did feel this way. He'd always felt that Harry would never have Hermione because she was too smart to fall for someone who was always in so much danger. He loved Luna and even Lavender, but who's the say that they wouldn't ever wake up someday and go 'hmm, I never knew how much I liked Harry!'
"Ron! I never asked for any of that! I never asked for a big fucking scar on or for people to thank me in the streets for killing someone! My parents left me that money so I could survive! That's all!"
"I know, Harry."
"I'm sorry that I love Hermione. But the truth is that I do! She loves me, back! I'm sorry we kept this from you, but we didn't think that it was right that you had to see us be happy while you were miserable," said Harry.
Ron's color was returning to his face for the first time since October thirtieth.
Hermione wished she could say something, but words were caught in her throat. "Stop yelling. Please!" yelled Hermione angrily. "This is why I didn't want to tell you Ron! Not because of what you were going through, but because I knew how you would react. Harry and I love each other! You are our best friend! So, please just be happy for us. You owe us that much!"
"Listen, Harry you two are my best friends and I've put you two through hell for the last two months. I'm not going to just say that I'm thrilled, but I will try to accept that you two are together and I hope that you two can accept that. Because, I don't know what I'd do without the two of you," said Ron.
Hermione smiled and ran over hugged him. "Oh, thank you, thank you Ron!"
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Hermione was coming back from the library with a ton of books. She reached the corridor that the Head Dorm was on, when she ran into Luna.
"Hello, Luna," said Hermione. It had been two weeks since Draco's revelation and true to his word Ron had tried to accept their relationship. There were two more weeks until Christmas Break and the school buzzed with excitement. "Coming back from seeing Ron?"
"Don't speak to me, mud-blood!" hissed Luna.
"Excuse me?!"
"I don't repeat myself for filth!" said Luna coldly.
"Remember Hermione, don't hurt her she's pregnant. She probably has hormonal problems or something," thought Hermione although her anger was rising.
"Listen, Luna I'm going to just walk away," said Hermione calmly.
"Figures. All you mud-bloods do is cower away," said Luna.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Hermione concerned.
"Wouldn't you like to know, you nosy little bitch!" said Luna.
"You know what; I'm not going to hurt you, Luna."
"Too bad, because I'm going to hurt you!" said Luna as she pointed her wand at Hermione. "Stupefy!" Hermione felled head first to the floor in pain. Luna knelt beside her and whispered, "The next time you have any comments about me and my baby, keep your mouth shut Granger, instead of running to Brown!" She paused and then said. "Yes, master." She then ran down the hall at full speed as another pair of footsteps approached.
The closer the footsteps got the worse Hermione felt. She wanted to yell out for help. She felt like she did when she'd been attacked by a couple of dementors last year. The closer it got the colder she felt emotionally. But this was a living and breathing human. It too knelt beside her and then it murmured a few words.
The voice was cold and mean and she probably would've noticed how familiar it was if she wasn't in such a deep dark place. "Now, die like the weak mud-blood you are," it said and then their footsteps disappeared.
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"You did great in practice, Ron," said Harry. They were both sweaty and tired after a long day of practicing. They entered the castle and went up the stairs.
"Well, I do have one hell of a captain," said Ron.
"Thanks. Ya' know your game has really improved since you started, maybe you could go pro," suggested Harry. They were trying to be as friendly as possible.
"Ya', really think so, 'Arry?" asked Ron.
"Of course," said Harry genuinely.
"Hey, ya' wanna come to the Head Dorm Common Room with me?" asked Ron.
"Sure," said Harry and he smiled brightly. After a few minutes the two reached the corridor where the Head Rooms were. From a distance they saw a figure slumped on the floor.
"Oh god," said Harry. He and Ron then ran toward it.
"Oh, Merlin! It's Hermione!" said Ron once they were close enough to see her. They knelt down on opposite sides of her.
Ron felt her arm and said, "Harry she has a weak pulse!" (He'd learned it from Charlie, who'd learned it from a girlfriend of his who was a healer.)
"Hermione?" asked Harry frantically as she tried to wake her. On the other side of him Ron tried to do the same.
"It's no use Harry. We've got to get her to Pomfrey," said Ron genuinely afraid for Hermione too.
"Okay, okay. Let's go," said Harry and he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the hospital wing.
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Ron and Harry sat in the waiting room together. They'd brought Hermione in over an hour to the Hospital Wing and Pomfrey was still inspecting her.
"Oh god! Who could have done this to her?" asked Harry his head between his hands.
"I don't know," said Ron. "But, when I get my hands on 'em they'll pay." Dumbledore and all the other important people had already been in and out.
"Oh, god!" cried Harry to no one. "Why? Why did this have to happen? Hermione never bothers anyone." At that point Ron truly did understand how much Harry and Hermione loved each other and silently vowed to accept their relationship completely.
"Don't worry Harry. She'll make it through this and then you to can be happy and together again. You two are going to go on and have a wonderful life together and have beautiful kids together that I can spoil rotten!" exclaimed Ron with a big goofy smile on his face. Harry then knew at that moment that he and Ron were best friends again and although neither of them said anything, there was an unspoken bond between them that night. They were much more than friends now, they were like brothers. Both equally protective of their little sister.
At that moment, Madame Pomfrey entered. "She's going to be okay, boys," she said firmly. Ron and Harry let out sighs of relief. "But, I'd like to keep her overnight for observation. I don't know for sure what happened, but I do know that she'll be fine in a few days. Now, I'll have to ask you both to leave so that my patients can get some rest."
"Can I see her first?" asked Harry.
"Sure, besides I need to speak to Weasley alone," said Madame Pomfrey. Ron let out a groan.
Harry walked over to Hermione's bedside before leaving. He kissed the motionless Hermione's forehead and said, "You gotta make it through this, babe. Hermione I don't know what I'd do without you! You complete me Hermione. Please, please, please, don't leave me," he said as tears ran down his face. He walked back to Ron after having wiped his face and they walked back up to their rooms.
Alone, Hermione gripped the locket around her neck as she slept.
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The Dark Wizard stalked across the Gryffindor Common Room. His blue eyes glowed in the dark. His short blonde hair was slicked back. He maneuvered his way past chairs, tables and everything else in his way, until he made it to the foot of the stairs.
If there had been people in the room they wouldn't have seen the wizard, for he had cast an invisibility charm on himself.
He paused at the foot of the steps. Which to go up first, the girl's stairs or the boy's stairs.
"The girl. Father would turn over in his grave if he knew that a Weasley had come close to being apart of our family," he thought to himself. "Besides, the girl will be easier to kill," he mused to himself.
He then levitated four feet into the air and floated up the girls' stairs. He knew about the stairs turning into slides, he was no fool. He opened every door he could until he saw her. Her beautiful long red hair spread across her pillow.
"Merlin!" he thought. "She's beautiful. She reminds me of-"
The red haired girl stirred as he moved closer to her. He took a knife from his robes. He wasn't powerful enough to use the killing curse, Avada Kedavra. Not yet anyway. But one day he would be just like his father had, as he slaughtered millions along side the Dark Lord. He'd make his father proud of him at last.
He approached the girl's bed and raised the knife above her and brought it down swiftly into her heart. She gasped as she took her last breathe.
Blood gushed out of her chest as he removed the knife. He pointed his wand at the blood and sucked it into the wand. It then spat it out where it stood in mid-air. It formed a short sentence:
Bye, bye, Virginia Ann Weasley!
He took a final glance at the girl before leaving the room. "Damn, what a shame! She looks good even in death!" he thought before leaving.
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He entered the room quietly. Four boys slept quietly. But this wizard was only after one! Harry Potter. He saw him sleeping peacefully, his glasses beside the table.
The wizard's stomach burned with hatred. He let out a loud battle cry as he charged over to Harry's bed the knife raised in the air.
"Tonight, you die Potter!" he screamed. But when he got five feet from the bed an invisible force-field knocked him backwards onto the floor. The knife flew out of his hand and landed in the chest of another boy. The boy groaned as he died.
The dark wizard heard people coming. They'd probably heard him screaming. He ran to the wall beside the door and pushed a piece of the wall in. A secret compartment opened and he disappeared into it. After all, he wanted to stay inside the castle, didn't he?
Over in the boy's chest the knife was still planted firmly in his chest. The night moon reflected on the part of the knife's silver blade that was sticking out of the boy's chest, and on that blade was a name written in blue:
Malfoy.
To be continued …………