Haunting Visions
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Disclaimer: I own Angelina Michaels, her family, and anyone you do not recognize. Anwen Williams is © to Portkey member Momentyne. Her last name however I made up.
Cautionary Note - I've lowered the rating from R to PG-13. This will go up in the future, due to serious violent acts in future chapters. If you think it should be at R again, let me know and I'll change it back.
Previously on Haunting Visions:
"Don't touch her!" Angelina snapped. … "Take a swim." Tomas Zabini told her, grabbing Angelina quickly and throwing her into the water. He kept his hands on her shoulders and held her under.
"He did something to her… underwater, didn't he?"
"He's the reason my sister is laying in there dying!"
"Will you marry me?" … "Yes!"
"Tomas nearly drowned her. She isn't waking up."
Ginny slowly walked over to Blaise and placed her right hand on his shoulder. His right hand, which he'd repeatedly been slamming into the wall, ceased in movement. She just looked at him, not saying anything. A few tears fell from his eyes and he turned into Ginny and hugged her. … "I can't lose her." He told Ginny. … "We won't." Ginny told him, holding on to Blaise.
"He placed a powerful Dark Arts spell on her. The same thing he placed on me five years ago."
"Five people know how too. One is at large, four are at Hogwarts. Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and Madam Pomfrey."
Panic took over and next thing she knew, it was replaced by anger and desire. A slice, followed by a choked gasp echoed in Ginny's ears. She looked down and saw blood smeared on her hands. … "Ginny…" Draco gasped before falling to the ground, the sword deeply embedded through his stomach.
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Chapter 9 - This Place Is Not My Home
Anwen Williams was absolutely, positively, utterly worried. She'd heard the news about Tomas and Lucius's attack on the news while she'd been setting up to open the Dragon Keeper, where she was manager. It had said that convicted murderer (It'd been Muggle news), and escapee, Tomas Zabini nearly drowns son's girlfriend. She'd paced around for twenty minutes or so trying to go over the possibilities of maybe they were wrong, after all, Ginny would have called her.
"Who am I fricken kidding? Her best friend nearly dies and her natural first thought would be 'Better call Anwen.'" The raven-haired girl muttered to herself as she shook her head at her obvious stupidity, grabbed her coat and keys, locked up the restaurant, and headed for her car. Once she was in her VW Beetle, she turned it on and headed towards Saint Mungo's.
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"Dear lord woman. This has to be your eighth cup of coffee." Fred said as he pulled the Styrofoam cup from Ginny's hands.
"It is not. Now give it back! It's the only thing keeping me bloody sane in this Gods forsaken hospital." Ginny said as she tried wildly to grab for the coffee cup, "Fredrick Weasley! Give me that back right now."
Fred screwed his face up and mimicked Ginny's voice impeccably, "My name is Ginny, and I'm a coffee-holic."
Ginny mimicked his voice, "My name is Fred, and my sister beat the shit out of me when I wouldn't give her back her coffee."
"Virginia Anne Weasley. (AN- I used this name in my previous fic. I know her real name, but I'm leaving it with this. Deal with it.) No language! Especially in a public place such as this." Molly came up and chastised her daughter. She turned to her son, who was presently chuckling and pointing at Ginny, "And Fredrick Arthur Weasley. You give that back to your sister right now."
"Mum! I'm a grown boy… man! I'm a grown man. You can't order me around any longer." Fred said, sticking his chin out defiantly when he was done talking. He however broke when his mother put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, "Here you go sis." He said, and thrust the coffee at her.
She smiled triumphantly and resisted the urge to childishly stick her tongue out, and instead opted to take a sip of her coffee. She made a face and said, "Great. Now it's cold! You can buy me a new one."
Fred rummaged through his pockets and came up with a wad of money, "How much are the bloody coffee's?"
Ginny snatched the money from him and went to the change machine, "This'll do." She fed a note (AN - I hope note is right, I'm from America and have never been to England though I really want to some day… heh) to it, which was then made into galleons.
Fred came up behind her and snatched the rest of his Muggle money from her, "Your welcome." He said sarcastically.
"Thank you." She said as if she hadn't heard him. She put the galleons into the coffee machine and watched as gloves sprang to life, grabbed a cup, filled it with coffee and added two sugar cubes and two teaspoons of milk.
Fred frowned and kissed his little, and only, sister's temple, "Your welcome." He said sincerely, "Love you."
"Love you too." Ginny said and took a gulp of coffee. She was worried to no end about Angelina, but more worried about herself. Ginny hated herself because that sounded selfish, but she was scared Voldemort would be right.
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Voldemort moved slightly and Ginny spun around before anyone could blink, and pointed the sword at Voldemort's throat.
"You took a year of my life. Made me hurt people I love and care about. Made me kill chickens. And awoke this damn curse inside of me." She growled, her swords' tip pressing into the defenseless Voldemorts throat, "I saw my brother murdered repeatedly because of you, you sick son of a bitch." She shouted, blood slipping from his throat, "You're the all mighty Voldemort! Why don't you do something?! Going to let a sixteen-year-old girl kill you? Seduce me! Make me put down my sword. You didn't have a problem doing it to me when I was eleven." She stepped forward, her sword pressed deeper into his throat.
"Gin…" Draco started, stepping forward.
"Stay out of this Draco." Ginny growled, her eyes piercing into Voldemort's red slits, "I have my sword pressed into your throat, one wrong move, I can cut your head off."
"Then do it, Virginia. It'll make you just as worse as me. You'll have a thirst to kill again. You'll kill again, and then your thirst'll be quenched for a small time. But what happens when that thirst, that hunger, comes back?"
"If I kill you, it'll be doing the world a favor." She said, watching more of his blood spill down her sword.
"Ginny, do it!" Harry pressed, Ron nodding his agreement, "You'll be saving the world."
Ginny struggled with tears and let out a whoosh of breath as she dropped the sword tip to the ground.
Voldemort, without his wand, without his Death Eaters, ran towards the back door. His hand reached to open it when Ginny threw the sword, and watched with sick satisfaction as it sliced into his head completely, pinning him to the door as he died.
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"Ginny? Virginia!"
Ginny snapped out of her reverie, "What?" She asked in a daze as she turned to look at Luna.
"I've been asking if you're alright for several minutes now." Luna's blue eyes shown in worry.
"Oh, yes. I'm fine Luna. How are you?"
"I've been better. Ron's pestering me about your mysterious new piece of jewelry." Luna informed her, her eyes traveling down to Ginny's left hand, which held the Styrofoam cup.
"I'll tell everyone later Luna. I'm just… preoccupied."
"That's an understatement." Luna mumbled, and then rubbed Ginny's arms in reassurance, "She'll be okay."
Ginny nodded, "I'm going to go get a fresh coffee. I'll see you later." Ginny turned around and left. When she was at the end of the hall, she turned around, "Please don't tell anyone Luna. I promise when we're in a happier environment, I'll tell everyone."
Luna nodded, watching as her sister in law turned the corner and out of her sight. Sighing as she shook her head, Luna turned herself and went in search of her son and husband.
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Ginny abandoned her coffee at a trash eater (a trash bin that eats the trash), and made her way to find the room her best friend was currently laying unconscious in. When she came across the room, her hand froze on the handle. She was afraid to go in and have the image of a strong woman tarnished by seeing a sickly pale woman in her place. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Ginny pushed the door open, and entered the dim room. Her eyes fell on her friend, laying flat on the bed, unmoving except for her chest, which indicated she was still alive and breathing. Ginny sucked in a breath as she remembered herself and Angelina laughing and having a good time, once upon a time. She slowly walked over, grabbed a chair, dragged it up to Angelina's bedside, and sat down. Her hand curled around Angelina's lifeless cool one, and tears Ginny had held at bay flew to her eyes, spilling onto her cheeks.
"I'm so sorry." Ginny sobbed as she doubled over, her forehead touching her hand that was wrapped around Angelina's.
"You didn't do anything, Ginny. This wasn't your fault."
Ginny's head snapped up and through tear glazed eyes, she found herself staring at Jason Michaels. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, "If I hadn't've made Lucius and Tomas mad by killing Voldemort, Angelina and I wouldn't've been attacked."
Jason nodded, "You're right. You'd be dead. Along with your family, and my family. If you hadn't killed Voldemort when you did, Ginny, he would've killed all of us, and gone after Hogwarts next. You saw it."
"Angelina…"
"Yes, she told me about the dream you had about Hogwarts under attack by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The traitor was able to get past the guards and spells and get into the school where he took the guards off."
Ginny shook her head, "I don't know if that would've came true. I saw several different versions of mine and Draco's death… none of which came true."
"Because you took your fate into your own hands, and you changed yours and Draco's future, not to mention my daughter's." Jason smoothed out Angelina's hair from her forehead, and bent to kiss her forehead, "I thank you."
"For what?"
"Being a good influence in my Angel's life." Jason walked around the bed and planted a kiss on Ginny's head, then turned to leave the room.
"Mister Michaels…" Ginny said to halt him, when he turned to look at her, she smiled softly, "Thank you." She watched Jason nod, and leave the room. Her eyes drifted back to Angelina and emotion overwhelmed her again. She laid her head back down, "Please Merlin and Gods alike, let her be alright. Please don't let anything bad happen to her while she's in this state."
A gasp tore from Angelina's lips and her hand tightened painfully around Ginny's as her eyes snapped open.
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Oh, my God. I'm sooooo unbelievably sorry! I've just gotten through writers block, and I'm considering this an early Christmas present to you all. I know how this story is going to end, but I'm having trouble finding filler parts, and now I have ideas as to what to use as fill ins.
Again, I'm soooooooo sorry. But I've had personal issues and stuff going on and then Florida was hit but a handful of hurricanes, two of which I had to evacuate, and then we were without power for a week each hurricane, and then our cable and internet was shut off for a week and a half… and did I mention I'm really sorry?
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