Haunting Visions
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Disclaimer - I own Angelina Michaels, her family, Kit Lanchester, and anyone else you do not recognize. Anwen Williams however is © to Portkey member Momentyne.
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?"
"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."
"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.
Chapter 10 - Fear
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"Ginny? Ginny! Where are you?" Angelina called as she walked around a black abyss.
"She is not here."
Angelina spun around, but no one was there, "Who said that?"
"You cannot see us." Two intertwined voices said, one male, one female, "We are the creators of this plane. You should not be here."
"Where is here?" Angelina asked as her eyes roamed suspiciously around the empty room.
"A Limbo-like plane. You've been dropped here, when you should not have been dropped here."
Her eyes squinted as she tried to focus on the last thing she remembered, "Tomas." She whispered when she realized who had done this.
"Yes. Tomas Andrew Zabini has put you here, just like he did to Blaise Andros Zabini five Earth years ago."
"Earth years? So time runs differently here?"
"It is very similar, but one Earth day is three here."
"So you have 8 hour days. How long have I been here?"
"36 hours."
Angelina's mouth hung open, "What? What about my body?"
A screen materialized in front of Angelina's face. Medi-witches were hanging around her bed for several minutes before an Auror came into her room.
"How is she?" Remus Lupin asked as he looked over Angelina's pale lifeless body.
"She isn't waking up. Her Medi-wizard is speaking to her family and friends right now. Poor girl." The nurse clucked her tongue as she exited the room.
"Albus has spoken to me of this curse she's under. We collected two spells from his wand. The one that put her in this state, and a Fear Reality spell. I'm afraid if we don't wake her up soon, Nymphadora, she'll die." Remus looked to his female colleague.
The screen dissolved, and Angelina felt fear overwhelm her.
"A Fear Reality spell shall be taking place shortly. If you make it out of your fears without dying, you shall live. If a fear overwhelms you entirely, and you shall sustain a deadly injury, you will die."
Angelina's eyes opened wide, her hands fists, and she took a sharp breath as Blaise appeared before her.
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"Angelina? Angelina, can you hear me?" Ginny asked. She hissed as Angelina's hand clamped tighter around her hand. Something liquid and slippery spilt onto her fingers and Ginny realized that her engagement ring was digging into Angelina's palm, "Doctor Cross! Doctor Cross!" she screamed as she tried to break her hand from Angelina's. The doctor ran in and asked what had happened, "I don't know. She gasped and her hand clamped around mine. Something's wrong, something's really wrong with her."
Doctor Cross looked at Ginny's hand, and performed a releasing spell with his wand, then looked Ginny in the eyes, "The best thing for me to help her will be you leaving the room."
Ginny rubbed her hand and looked unsure, before noticing the seriousness in Cross's eyes. She nodded and backed out of the room, nearly getting toppled over as the Medi-wizard called in Medi-witches. She backed up against the wall and sank down it, more tears falling from her eyes as sobs wracked her body. Her head dropped so her forehead was on her knees, arms wrapped around her stomach, blood unintentionally getting on her white blouse. A sob tore from her throat and she began muttering, "Please, please don't let her die."
"Gin…?"
Ginny looked up and saw Draco through her tear blurred eyes. She started sobbing again as the memory of her latest dream came back to mind with her embedding a sword into his stomach. He got eye level to her, and she threw her arms around Draco's neck.
"What happened?"
"Angelina g-gasped and h-h-her h-hand tightened 'round mine a-and she fr-freaked out."
Draco's face fell and her grabbed Ginny in a hug, "She's going to be okay. Cross is one of the best Medi-wizards in the country."
"They wouldn't even know how to help cure her if it weren't for the fact that Blaise has gone through it!" Ginny sobbed, "I just want my pain in the ass best friend back."
Draco tried wiping the tears from Ginny's face, but only more replaced them. He rocked her back and forth slightly, rubbing her back as he did so, whispering reassuring words into Ginny's ear.
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Blaise paced around the Slytherin common room, gaining stares from the fourth years that were between classes. Something was wrong; it was taking Potter too long to get the Professors ready. He'd been wearing the rug down for the last three hours, far too long for his liking. He'd rather be wearing the linoleum at Saint Mungo's.
"Mister Zabini?" A terrified voice trembled behind Blaise.
"What?!" Blaise growled as he spun around, the 14-year-old boy cowering.
"The… the Headmaster wishes to see you in his office." The boy said, followed by an audible gulp.
Blaise examined the boy's gulp and nervousness around him, "And you call yourself a Slytherin." He muttered, and left for the Headmasters office. That nagging feeling about something being wrong deepened as he made his way through the winding halls that would lead him from the common room underneath the lake, to the Headmaster's office that seemed miles away. But now he knew Potter's inability to persuade people wasn't what had him worried, it was his girlfriend lying near death in a hospital bed. He was afraid that his father might have placed the Fear Reality spell on her, a Dark Arts spell that was reserved for torture, it was a spell you would only cast on someone you truly hated and despised. There was no counter-curse known to man for that particular spell; one of the many reasons Death Eaters loved it so much. His own Fear Reality spell had involved his killing Angelina, Draco, his mother, and his sister, watching Angelina become a Death Eater and becoming evil and blood-lusting, and his-self becoming a Death Eater among others. Mostly involved him being evil in one-way or another, or something bad happening to Angelina.
By the time his thoughts had him in full-fledged panic, Blaise had made it to the Headmaster's statue, where he found himself greeted by Professor Snape, "Professor." He acknowledged with a curt nod of his head.
"Blaise." Severus acknowledged his former pupil's acknowledgement. As the statue started it's turn, which would reveal a staircase, he sensed Blaise's uncomfortableness, and unease, "I'm sure it's good news." He tried to offer, feeling the need to quell Blaise's worry.
Blaise felt butterflies enter his stomach as he nodded his head and tried to nod in agreement, "Yeah, probably is." He agreed, his voice however was unsure. He stepped onto the stairs first, the butterflies seemed to multiply the closer, and closer he got to Headmaster Dumbledore's office.
Severus got on behind the man that he could tell hadn't slept, and quite possibly showered, in several days. Waves of uncertainty and worry curled off the man like smoke from a blown out match. Severus sighed as he shook his head while the stairs came to a halt. He looked up, expecting young Zabini to move off the stairs, but he was frozen. Severus climbed up the several steps and clapped Blaise on the back, "She'll be okay, Blaise. But only if you get off the stairs and go into the Headmaster's office, to see whether or not he's ready to go, which I'm sure he is."
Blaise looked down at his former teacher, and slowly nodded, before stepping onto ground, which he knew wouldn't move out from underneath him, and headed for the Headmaster's door. His hand reached for the doorknob, but the door opened magically. He looked inside and saw Professor McGonagall with an expressionless face, Headmaster Dumbledore looking down into a bowl on his desk, and Potter with his head in his hands. His stomach dropped as he realized something: they had nothing.
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Ginny sat up gasping, tears coursing down her cheeks, sobs tearing from her throat.
"Ginny?" Her family called her name as they crowded around her. They were in the middle of the Saint Mungo's lobby on the floor that Angelina had been placed on.
Ginny was doubled over, one arm wrapped around her back, her hair creating a curtain around her face, though no one had to see it to tell she was red, pale, and blotchy.
Draco turned the corner, his eyes falling on a cluster of red, blonde, and brunette heads. He broke out into a jog to make it to Ginny. He broke through Fred and George, only to freeze at seeing the mess the love of his life was in. He bent to his knees, and pushing Ginny's hair away from her face.
Ginny's tear-blurred eyes looked into Draco's worried ones, "I saw what's happening to her! I saw what's going to happen to her. She's going to die, Draco. Angelina's going to die." She managed out before collapsing into Draco arms as more tears found it's way to the surface.
Several minutes later when Ginny had became still and blank, Draco wrapped his arms around Ginny and heaved her into his arms; "I'm taking you home."
"That's a good idea deary, we'll come with." Molly said, clutching her purse as she tried to remain calm as her youngest and last child broke before her.
"No." Draco said forcefully, so forcefully it caused Molly to take a step back as if she'd been burned. So, when he spoke again, he spoke softer, "You need to stay here. Floo immediately when Potter and Blaise get back, or if there's any change in Angelina." With that said, Draco walked over to the fireplace in the lobby, placed Ginny on her feet, with his left arm wrapped around her securely, his right hand grabbed Floo powder, and he stepped into the fireplace with Ginny limp against him as she remained blank, like she'd gone into shock, or a Full Body Bind Spell had been put on her, "Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley's flat." When they landed safe and securely on the other side, Draco scooped Ginny back into his arms, and headed for the bathroom.
He placed her firmly on the counter and used a spell to remove her shoes, socks, jeans, and top, before he slipped his shoes, socks, designer pants, and top off as well, leaving him in a tank top and boxers. He opened the door to the shower behind him and grabbed Ginny again, then stepped into the shower, closing the door behind him. With his left arm securely around her back, Draco reached around Ginny's shoulders with his right hand, switched on the right knob, and pulled up the small knob to turn the showerhead on. Cold water splashed down on Ginny's head, and slowly, but surely, brought life back to her. She began sputtering, and her hands came up to wipe water from her eyes as it mingled with mascara (that was supposedly waterproof) and eyeliner.
"Draco?" She asked, "Why am in the shower? And why are both of us in our underwear in the shower?"
"You were unresponsive. You'd gone into shock."
Realization dawned on Ginny, "Why aren't we at the hospital? We have…"
"Your mother will Floo us if there's any change or when Potter and Blaise get back." He said to calm her, his hands framing her face, "You need a break from all this stress Gin. Otherwise, you'll never make it to your twenty-second birthday. We'll never make it to the alter."
"Draco, my best friend, my sister, is in the hospital, and she's going to die! I saw what Tomas has her under! It'll kill her, Draco! It's going to kill her."
"Virginia!" He shouted, "Your dreams don't always come true! You dreamt that I would die by Percy's hand! I didn't! There's a good chance that you just had your garden-variety nightmare."
"I know the bloody difference between nightmares and my dreams, Draconis."
"Gin, you haven't had these dreams in five years. You're not going to have a full-fledged assault of dreams right after getting them back. It could take awhile for you to be able to re-decipher the difference between normal and paranormal dreams."
"I cannot believe you." Ginny said, slamming her arms against Draco's to get him to release his hold on her upper arms, she shook her head in disbelief, and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around herself as the cool air hit her wet body.
"Ginny…" Draco started as her got out to follow his future wife, also grabbed a towel.
"Don't. Don't talk to me right now."
"What if she does die Ginny? You think that you can prevent it by wearing yourself out to the point that you'll eventually collapse. You need to rest, if Angelina was here and saw you doing this to yourself she'd kill you herself."
"But she's not here Draco! That's the whole point!"
"There is no point Ginny!" Draco shouted, flailing his arms, "There's no point to you doing this to yourself. Angelina will be fine okay! She'll wake up and take back the role of pain in the ass best friend, and Blaise girlfriend, when they're not fighting I mean, and everything will go back to normal. And don't look outraged over the best friend comment, your words, not mine."
Ginny snapped her mouth shut, turned, and stomped to the bedroom.
Draco rolled his eyes and impatiently sighed, he loved Ginny to death, but she was just about getting on his last nerve. He understood that Angelina and Ginny were as tight as two people could get (without the sexual aspect) but for crying out loud, Blaise had been comatose several days longer than Angelina already was, and he survived. Draco closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, then trudged towards the bedroom. If anyone else had been in the apartment, they would see that Draco looked like he was heading in for war, which to he, he was.
Ginny was performing a drying spell on herself when she saw Draco come in. She glared and held her hand up, "Don't. Speak. To. Me." She said forcefully as she ripped a pair of jeans and a black asymmetrical top from her closet.
"Gin…"
"I know you might now care about Angelina, but, call me crazy, I do."
"It's not that I don't care about her Gin, I do. It's just that she and I never really got to know each other, and never got very close." Draco informed her, and it was true. They'd only really gotten together in the presence of Blaise, Ginny, or both. The few times they'd shared in conversation had either been involving Voldemort, Angelina threatening bodily harm below the waist if he hurt Ginny, when he'd checked on Angelina and Blaise after Tomas and Lucius escaped Azkaban, and the rare occasion that one had gone to see the other behind their spouses back. The most recent time that that had happened came to Draco's mind.
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"Hey Angelina." Draco said when he opened the door. He looked behind him, "Ginny's not here, she…"
"Went to visit Fred and George, I know. I'm here to see you actually. Can… can I come it?" Angelina asked, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her lace top before she flexed her hands, and shoved them into her jeans pockets.
Draco looked momentarily surprised before he stepped aside, nodding, and sweeping an arm out indicating she could enter his living space. He confusedly closed the door after Angelina stepped through, and turned to face the nervous woman, "I assume this has to do with my father and Blaise's father breaking out of Azkaban?"
"Then your assumption would be semi-correct. The reason I'm here involves Tomas and Lucius indirectly, but directly at the same time… it's kinda complicated."
"You American's are."
Angelina temporarily scowled at his remark, before brushing it off, and getting back to the task at hand, "As you know, Gin and I have been close since our third year when I transferred in. You know that if something were to happen to me, she'd either give up, or go on a suicide mission. Neither would be good for anyone, so I need a favor from you."
Draco just nodded, immediately not liking where her point was headed.
"If they kidnap me… or I… die, I need you to make sure Gin takes the time to think over her actions before she acts recklessly while she's grieving."
"You're not going to die." Draco responded forcefully.
"But there's a chance that something could happen to me. And I want to make sure you'll take care of Ginny."
Draco looked surprised, "Of course I would."
"And Blaise…"
"I know, Angelina. I'd take care of him too."
"Thank you. I know I shouldn't be asking you of this, but I just want to make sure that they'd be alright if Gods forbid something were to happen to me. And if God forbid something were to happen to you, I'd take care of Blaise and especially Ginny."
Draco smiled softly, "I appreciate that Angelina, but nothing is going to happen to any of us. I promise."
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Draco sighed as he came out of the memory, feeling an immense amount of guilt as he realized he hadn't kept his promise.
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"What do you mean we can't wake her up?!" Blaise yelled.
"We need several drops of Centaur blood for the cure. Back when you were ill, Mister Zabini, we were on good terms with the Centaurs, but ever since Firenze took the Divination position, the Centaurs have been hostile, and angry. They think we tricked Firenze into working for us. Which is why they killed him when he returned to the forest." Minerva's voice cracked, "They thought he'd been tainted, and they labeled him a traitor."
"Do you think they'll give any leeway to me?" Harry asked.
"They don't care if you're Harry Potter." Severus snapped impatiently, "Not everyone does."
"We'll get that blood if I have to slice the head off all Centaurs to get it." Blaise growled in determination.
"Harming a Centaur is forbidden, Mister Zabini, just like harming a Unicorn. Did you learn nothing in Care of Magical Creatures?"
"I tend to ignore ogres, therefore I didn't attend the class." Blaise snapped at the Deputy Headmistress, unintentionally insulting her, Hagrid, and Albus in one fell swoop.
"Blaise Andros Zabini." Albus said with a warning underlining in his voice, "I understand that you are distraught, but you will not belittle my staff, or threaten violence against a protected creature in my presence, or otherwise. If you were to act on that threat, I would have no choice but to hand you over to the Misuse of Magical Animals department at the Ministry, and they would, without a second thought, throw you in Azkaban just because of your last name and family history. You have to understand the Ministry is keeping a watch out on your family, and Mister Malfoy's as well. You cannot break any of the laws that have been written by other wizards, witches, and or me."
Blaise took a deep breath before forcing out, "Sorry, Professor."
Albus nodded his head once before turning to Severus, "Is there any substitute for the Centaurs blood?"
Severus sighed, "Unicorn's blood. But that's even harder to obtain, and because of the strict laws against that, not to mention the consequences, I suggest we at least try the Centaurs."
"While you're debating who would be easier, the Unicorns or the Centaurs, my girlfriend is laying in a hospital bed undergoing, quite possibly, torture… can we please get on with it?" Blaise asked, he'd remained calm through most of the sentence, but after mentioning the torture, he ended with shouting. If the situation hadn't been so serious, he would have laughed at the way the beginning of his sentence came out.
Harry, who had been exceptionally quiet, decided to say, "Zabini, you shouting at the people that're trying to help you won't help."
"Potter's right." Minerva stated, her mouth scrunching in little lines as she pursed her lips and fixed Blaise with a glare.
"Of course he is." Blaise growled, "Well, seeing as Potter's always right, maybe the famous Boy-that-Lived can figure out an alternative!" He said, turning to Harry, "C'mon Potter. Let's have it."
"I'm not the Potions master! How am I supposed to bloody know?" Harry asked, flailing his arms.
"You know everything!" Blaise responded, "At least that's what everyone thinks, except for the Slytherins that know the truth. You're just a sad little lost boy, who's mother died protecting him, and that's what made Voldemort dormant, not the fact that you're some incredible hero. You're not a hero Potter! Ginny Weasley was the hero! She saved the entire Wizarding World, and you just took the credit. A girl beat Voldemort, twice. You couldn't even permanently defeat him once." Everyone just let Blaise shout (even though Harry had felt the great urge to pound Blaise's handsome features into a bloody mess). When he was done, he took a few deep breaths.
"Well, is Miss Michaels going to die, or are we going to do our damnedest to help her?"
Blaise, Harry, Minerva, and Poppy turned to stare in slight shock at Severus after he said that, and Albus smiled slightly.
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After having another row with Draco over him bringing her back to their flat, Ginny Flooed her way back to St. Mungo's. She was dusting herself off, and walking in the general direction of where she knew her family would be waiting, when all of the sudden a person barreled into her and wrapped their arms around her.
"I came as soon as I heard what happened on the news! I'm so sorry Ginny."
Ginny smiled softly and wrapped her arms around the woman when it fully registered who it was, "It's fine Anwen. Blaise and Harry are at Hogwarts finding the cure for her."
"That's good. How are you?"
Ginny sighed and looked into Anwen's eyes, which was a mistake. Her first instinct was to lie and say she was fine, but once she looked into the blue orbs of her companion, she found herself telling the truth, "I'm awful. I'm so worried about Angelina."
"Understandably!" Sympathy flashed through Anwen's eyes, "I heard what happened on the news, like I just realized I've already stated a few minutes ago, but they didn't say if they caught Tomas or Lucius."
"That's because they haven't. They Apparated and the Ministry did a tracking spell on them but where ever they are hiding is cloaked, or they've done us a favor and dropped off the face of the Earth." Ginny said, hope in her voice.
"We can only hope." Anwen agreed, rubbing her hands up and down Ginny's arms quickly, "She'll be okay, honey. You know Ang is to stubborn to die and leave you all unprotected."
Ginny chuckled, "Yes, Angelina the Protector. Did I tell you about the time she was 'protecting' me once from the big bad staircases at Hogwarts?"
"No, how'd she do that?"
"She fell down them." Ginny laughed, "She slipped and said, once she was able to move again, that someone had most likely cursed them for the next person to fall. Of course, she was wearing new shoes, a size too small that she loved, so it was her fault. She proclaimed herself my protector, and then proclaimed me her protector. I asked her what I would protect her from and she said making an idiot out of herself."
Anwen grinned, "Now there's a full time job."
Ginny chuckled as tears shown in her eyes, "I know, that's what I said."
Anwen frowned and her hands slipped down, firmly grasping Ginny's hands. She started grinning when she felt something press into her palm. She raised her right hand, which held Ginny's, and twisted her hand so she could look at the engagement ring. Her mouth collapsed open seeing the large diamond, "Holy shit…ake mushrooms." A mother had glared in her direction, bringing her son closer to her side, so Anwen covered with turning the curse word into a food topper. "Congratulations honey!" Anwen smiled, bringing Ginny in for another hug.
"Thanks. Don't tell anybody though; I haven't had time to tell my family yet. Draco proposed the night before this happened." Ginny emphasized 'this' by waving her arms around at the surrounding hospital.
"Not a word." Anwen said, and then pretended she was zipping her lips.
"Thanks." Ginny said, and then opened her mouth to say more, getting as far as a small squeak before she heard her name shouted. She turned to see a woman, tall, with brunette hair, and hazel eyes, making her way towards her.
"Ginny! How is she?" Isabella Zabini asked as she pulled Ginny in for a short hug. Isabella was Blaise's younger sister, having just turned 20, with black-brown hair cut choppily in layers around her face and shoulders, round hazel eyes, narrow jaw line, defined cheekbones, extremely curvy (in a sexy way though), and the same height as Ginny. She wore a hunter green flowy skirt that fell to her knees, white sandal heels, a white tank top that stopped just past her navel (showing two inches of tanned skin between the tank top and skirt), and a small tube-like purse was held by two thin straps in her hands.
"Not good." Ginny responded, a sigh falling from her lips seconds after. It was getting exhausting telling everyone, and having to be reminded of just how badly Angelina was doing.
"And Blaise? Is he holding up?" Isabella asked, worry settling over her face over her older brother.
"When he first got here, he had a fight with a wall, I really wouldn't know otherwise. He went to Hogwarts with Harry Potter to find the cure to what Tomas did to her." Ginny said carefully, knowing Tomas Zabini was an extremely delicate subject for Isabella.
The color drained from her face, "I think I'm going to be sick."
Anwen rounded Ginny and grabbed Isabella by the arms, leading her over to a chair. She sat down next to her, forced her to bend forward and put her head between her legs, and then she began instructing Isabella to take deep breaths, while Anwen rubbed Angelina's back soothingly.
Ginny sighed and rubbed her lips together, as she left the two girls behind. She found herself at Angelina's door moments later. She leant against the doorjamb and looked heavenward as tears came to her eyes, "Charlie, if you're listening, I need you right now. I need one of your miracles." She whispered to the ceiling, her hands clamped together as she prayed, a tear falling from his eye.
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(AN - I was going to cut off here, but it is the Holidays. So, consider this a sorry {for the short chapters and huge gaps between them} and present)
Angelina collapsed to her knees in sobs as she looked at James, Landon, Christina, Blaise, Draco, Ginny, her mother, and her father lying on the ground before her twisted at impossible angles, blood dripping from various wounds and pooling beneath their unmoving bodies.
"Chaos. It seem to follow you, Angelina." Tomas taunted as he sauntered around in front of her, stepping over his son's dead body. He pulled a crisp white handkerchief from his pocket and soiled it by wiping blood from his long dagger that had murdered eight people. "Your sister's disappearance, your family getting kidnapped, your whole sixth year, my son. They're all damaging; Blaise more so than the rest."
"I love your son."
"Ah, ah." He wagged a finger, then jerked a finger over at Blaise's body, a cruel smile spreading his thin lips, "You loved him. Past tense sweetheart."
Angelina sobbed into her hands, "Why would you do this? To your own son. Your flesh and blood. Your heir, the person that will carry on the Zabini name."
"I have another child."
"Isabella's a woman. She can't keep your name. She wouldn't even if she could. She would never risk her children having to go through life with your memory following them." Angelina spat as she crawled over to Blaise, "But why would you do this to him? To us? I'm a pureblood. Why would you care about the relationship?"
"That's why. It's a relationship. Death Eaters own their wives, their girlfriends. But he, my son loves you." He spat out son as if it was something he detested.
"Then he is a man, and you're a delusional bastard."
"Was, Angelina! Was!" A cruel laugh echoed from his lips around the black abyss as he threw the knife down into Blaise's heart.
A strangled cry flew by Angelina's lips before she could stop it in her throat, "You're a sick son of a bitch." With a grunt, Angelina stood, simultaneously ripping the knife from Blaise's chest, and cut off Tomas's.
"You have completed face two of your Fear Reality spell." The entwined voices said, and the eight strewn out bodies disappeared, "Your next phase is about to begin."
A spell caused the room to glow. Angelina thought she was alone until she heard a familiar sucking nose from behind her. At first, she thought a vacuum stuck to flesh, but then coldness swept over her. She whipped around and stared at the Dementor hovering above her, it's mouth gaping open.
"Go on Angelina, give it a kiss."
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Landon Michaels paced the lobby room floor.
"Landon, you're making me sick. You've been pacing for the last damn hour." Christina snapped, her fingers massaging her temples.
"How the hell are you so calm? Our sister is…"
"Going to be alright." Christina interrupted him, "And don't curse. You're fifteen, Mom will kill you if she hears you curse."
"How can you say that when a few days ago you were ready to kill Blaise thinking that this was his fault." Landon stopped pacing and started incredulously at her second oldest sister.
"I still think this is Blaise's fault, but he knows the way to cure Angie, so I'm backing off on the anti-Blaise front."
"I can't believe you." Landon shook his head, "But most of all, I can't believe Mom. I know that her and Angelina aren't talking, but her daughter is comatose and she can't even put aside her pride and come to see her daughter."
"Mom's like me. She hates Blaise. Both of us see him as ruining Angie's life."
"But she freaking loves him. She's of legal age, she can do whatever she wants with whomever she wants." Landon threw his hands up in the air, "Why am I the only one to see this?!"
"Because you're an idiot, and Mom and I are smart."
"Since when?" Landon asked, glaring at the 18-year-old girl in front of him.
"Why are you two fighting?" 7-year-old James asked, coming up behind Landon.
"We're not Jam, we're having a heated talk about Angelina and her life choices." Christina responded, glaring at Landon.
"When will Gege wake up?" James asked, his bottom lip poking out as he worried for his older sister.
Christina sighed and watched tears come to her youngest sibling's eyes. She went and knelt before him, and pulled him into her arms, "I don't know sweetie. Hopefully soon."
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Lucius Malfoy was commonly a very patient man, commonly being the keyword. Uncommonly, when he got extremely annoyed, he'd take out his frustrations on what had gotten him annoyed (usually house elves, Draco, or Narcissa) but he couldn't take out his frustrations on his 'partner' Tomas Zabini, who was currently watching one of the bane's of his existence's Fear Reality spell. He was urging said bane of existence to 'give 'it' a kiss.' Lucius found himself disgusted at the images that popped into his head.
"Potter's at Hogwarts, along with Blaise."
Lucius nodded to the other companion, "Good. That will keep Potter away from being the so-called hero once again."
"I heard that Virginia Weasley was the downfall to Voldemort. Is that true?"
"Of course. Where have you been you stupid child?"
"Doing your dirty work."
Lucius resisted the incessant urge to roll his eyes, but true Malfoy's never rolled their eyes, "Yes, yes. But that doesn't explain why you were too stupid to realize that the reason we're going after our sons and their girlfriends is not only for revenge for disgracing the names Malfoy and Zabini, but because they're the four that plotted the downfall of our Master."
"I thought we were only killing the bitches."
"Well, plans change." Lucius growled, "And if you're not alright with my plans, you'll be joining Draco, Blaise, Weasley, and Michaels." He smiled evilly as the air became laced with fear. "Get off the grounds and Apparate to Knockturn Alley to get the supplies."
"Yes, master."
Lucius watched his follower bow, then leave to do his bidding. At first, he thought it'd be stupid and dangerous to let her in on their plans, but Kit Lanchester was turning out to be quite the asset.
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I'll be ending it here. Hopefully it's long enough to sate everyone until after New Years. Hope you all like it :-D
Oh, and for those on FFN, there was a link in the last chapter at the end that led you to my Live Journal if you're interested. It didn't show up, but the link is in my profile as my Homepage.
Also, sorry this took awhile to get out. I want it to be long, plus I got sick, and ya'know, it's the holidays.
Happy Holidays to everyone. And thank you to everyone who is reading, will read in the future, reviewed, and will review in the future. I'd personally thank you all right now but I want to get this out.
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