Haunting Visions
Rating: R for language, violence, sexuality
Pairings: Draco/Ginny, Blaise/Angelina, Harry/Hermione, Ron/Luna, mentions of Blaise/Kit Lanchester, of Harry/Ginny, and of Harry/Kit
Its been five years since Ginny killed Voldemort. Now she has to deal with repercussions of her sixth year, and a new obstacle for Ginny and Draco, and Angelina and Blaise to get by. One possibly worse then Voldemort. Sequel to Help Me Cause I'm Breaking Down
Chapter 4: Being Haunted By A Whisper
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"CHECK!" Angelina shouted, throwing her napkin down.
Millicent came over and grabbed the plates.
"I'll take mine to go." Angelina growled, still staring at Jason.
A few moments later, Angelina was paying at the front and shrugging on her duster.
"Thank you for coming to China Delight, please come again."
Angelina handed Millicent a ten galleon tip, then exiting leaving a shocked ex-Slytherin.
"Angelina!"
She heard her father calling her, but the kept walking, holding the leather duster tightly against her chest.
"Angelina! ANGELINA ISABELLA MICHAELS STOP RIGHT NOW!"
Angelina stopped abruptly and turned around. She stomped towards her father, "You are going to go back to Minister Weasley and tell him you reconsidered."
"No. You can't tell me what to do Angelina, I'm your father…"
"Dad! Gin lost her brother and went through pure hell. I swear to the Gods and Merlin that I'll have you off that team. I won't lose my father to those animals."
"It doesn't concern you."
"You're wrong. I'm your daughter dammit! The least you could do is talk this over with me."
"Why? This choice of mine does not concern you Angelina."
"Five. James is only five, dad! He barely has any memories of you as is! You're going to go gallivanting off on another mission and put your life in danger when you have a son at home that hasn't even started blowing anything up yet! You also have another son that's fourteen and gonna be going on first dates soon, and gonna be going back to Sunstone for his fourth year, in a few weeks and you might not be there to see him do that because you'll be just another name on a plaque at the Ministry, another lost soul in a Death Eaters' wand, another limp body on the battlefield, and do you know what Mom, Christina, Landon, James, and I will be? Another fatherless family that lost him to a Death Eater." Angelina finished her tirade, eyes brimming with tears. She exhaled sharply and turned around, disappearing in the mass of people on the crowded street.
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Across the street, a man dressed in a hooded robe that was torn and dirty, watched the interaction between the father and daughter with interest. Smiling evilly, he walked backward a few steps before turning completely and walking into the alley behind him, merely disappearing into thin air.
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Angelina popped her gum's bubble and held up a black midriff-revealing tank top that read 'got vodka?'. There were similar subbing 'vodka' with 'beer', 'martini', 'gin', 'daniels', 'whiskey', and 'rum'. An idea formed in her head and she smiled, making a mental note to call this store ordering ten of each shirts.
She moved over to another rack and grabbed a pair of slashed and paint splattered dark blue jeans. She wrapped them over her arm and moved to the jackets.
She was grabbing for a red leather one when the beat to Evanescence's 'Bring Me To Life' reached her ears. She reached into her purse and looked at the screen, 'Gin-n-tonic' was spelt out on the screen. Flipping it open with ease by way of her thumb, she answered, "Sup?"
"How'd you take it?"
Angelina figured Ginny would already know with her father the Minister, "I spat my drink all over the restaurant floor." She glared at the rack as Ginny giggled on the other end. She grabbed a square-shouldered leather jacket and hung it over her arm atop the jeans, "It wasn't funny. How would you feel if your father was jumping headlong into danger by means of revenge?" This shut Ginny up.
"Exactly the same way you feel."
"Thank you." Angelina said, grabbing up four newsboy hats, on in dark red, one in black, one in black with rhinestones on it, and then a brown one, "Hey, what do you want for your birthday? It's in June right?"
"That's ages away."
"My birthday is ages away. It's April fifth. Your b-day is June fifteenth chica, that's just under a month and a half away." Angelina explained, plopping the jeans, jacket, and hat down on the counter.
"Angelina, back to the subject. What did you say to your father?"
Angelina gave the woman the pounds she had asked for, "Hol' up Gin." She put the mouth piece of the phone to her shoulder, "Hi, I also need ten of your 'got?' tanks. Ten of each kinda you have with reference to alcoholic drinks."
"Where would you liked them delivered?"
Angelina handed her a flame colored card that advertised her club/bar, "I'll send you sizes tomorrow afternoon by fax."
"Ok. Have a nice day Miss Michaels."
"Angelina, are you at Jamboree again? You're bloody addicted to that store. I figured you to be home."
"Nah. Blaise is in a meeting, I don't like being home alone. And hey! It's better than a drug addiction… or a Draco Malfoy addiction." Angelina said, teasingly. She noticed Ginny grew quiet instantly, "Oh Gods, you did not break up again did you?"
"Yeah. This time for good." Ginny said sadly.
"I give it… a week. No! Four and a half days." Angelina mused.
"HEY! Why does…"
Angelina smiled and turned to leave the store. Looking out the large window at the front of the door, she stopped short, her foot hovering above the ground as she made to walk down the step the separated the clothes and cashier from technically being on the same level.
Outside the window was Blaise. He was talking to a blonde, a smile on his face. He reached his left hand up and tucked some of her blonde hair behind her ear. His hand lingering, caressing her cheek, his thumb lightly stroking her pronounced cheekbone. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, his hand slipping down to rest on the crook of her neck and shoulder. Angelina noticed how the woman turned her head, the corner of Blaise's mouth touching the corner of her mouth.
"Gin…" Her voice slowly said, curiosity, sadness, anger, betrayal, pain, and the pooling tears of her eyes were the emotions that leaked through her throat into that word, "I've gotta go. I'll call you later and you can tell me what happened."
Angelina waited till Blaise dispersed and saw the woman smile. She walked away and Angelina exited the store, feeling more betrayed than ever.
"Old wounds reopened." She mumbled to herself.
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"Angie? I'm home." Blaise called.
Angelina stirred the softening spaghetti in the pot before going over and started to chop up garlic, "How was your meeting? Did you get Madame Malkin to agree to sell your mothers' line?"
"She'll sign. Eventually, she'll sign." He said, "I'm extremely confident that my presentation of how much more money it'll bring her, won her over."
"You say confident, I say pompous." She muttered, she slammed the knife down suddenly, "You know, I never realized how pompous you are!"
"What's wrong with you?" He asked incredulously at her outburst.
She half sighed, half growled, turning back, she gathering up the garlic and put it into her homemade sauce then went to work on chopping up green onions, "Nothing."
They were silent until Angelina started mixing the sauce and spaghetti together. Arms snaked around her waist and lips pressed against the curve of her neck. Blaise's hand started slowly up her stomach, bringing her tank top with it.
"How's Kit?" She asked, her voice was so bitter it was like she'd just ate a bag of lemons.
His hand stopped immediately and his lips broke away from her neck, "How would I know?"
"Cut the bullshit Blaise. I saw you outside Jamboree today. With Kit. You're cheating on me… again! Gods! Apparently she gives you something that I don't since this is the second fucking time you've cheated on me with her."
Blaise stood there in silence, not knowing what to say.
Angelina dumped the pot of spaghetti and her sauce down on the table, "Call your bitch, I'm out of here." She grabbed her duster and purse, then left, slamming the door behind her.
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"T'is the season, to break up. Fa la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la." Angelina singed at Ginny's door.
"Oh, honey." Ginny said with a small laugh, hugging Angelina as she walked her into the apartment.
"Two words: Kit Lanchester."
"Two words: Vapid Whore." Ginny answered back.
"I'm heading over to the club. We open up in an hour. Wanna chill tonight?"
Ginny contemplated the offer, "Sure. I don't have anything else to do."
"Go get clothes, we'll change at the club. Lemme just say, I'm glad I decided to leave clothes at the club, especially because of my post-haste exit."
Ginny nodded and walked into her room. Grabbing a skirt, top, and boots, as well as her make-up bag from the bathroom, she walked out to Angelina, who had her wand in hand.
"Ready?" Angelina asked, hiking her large purse further up her shoulder.
Ginny nodded and grabbed on to Angelina's hand, who immediately Apparated them to Phoenix Tears.
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"I thought no one could Apparate here."
"Only I can, and that's the only type of magic allowed in here, besides special effects, those are special, I had to sign like… a dozen stupid contracts for them." Angelina told Ginny as they climbed the stairs up to Angelina's office that looked over the dance floor. Putting the key into the lock, she twisted it around to open the door.
"Are Alex or Cassie working tonight?"
"Alex might be… not sure." Angelina answered, turning on the light to the office.
"You redecorated?" Ginny asked, Angelina's office had been black and orange last time she was in it, now is was dark red and white.
"Just changed the colors." Angelina walked over to her desk and plopped the keys down on the hard wood.
"You ok?" Ginny asked.
"Uhm…" She clicked the mouse button, her brow returned to normal from its previous, confused crease, "Yeah. I could've swore I put the password protector on this… must've had a power surge or something."
Ginny shrugged and put her purse down on the squishy leather chair behind her and then shrugged out of her jacket, "What time do you have? I left my watch at home."
"Seven forty five. We're opening in fifteen minutes!" Angelina gasped, "Oh, my Gods! I didn't realize what time it was."
"Chill. You can be five minutes late to your club."
"No! At exactly eight o'clock when we open, the magic wards go up. No magic is allowed. I still have to magic my hair, and make up."
"So do I!" Ginny said, grabbing her purse.
Fourteen minutes later, Angelina exited out of the bathroom behind her desk, and Ginny came out of the bedroom Angelina had built if she needed to sleep after staying at the office till five in the morning.
Ginny wore low cut black leather pants, and a slinky black top, that was more like a large scarf wrapped around her neck, covering her breasts only, and then curving around her sides, and then coming back to tie itself to her body above her navel. She wore black leather, square toed boots, sheer lip gloss, black eye liner, a nude eye shadow, and her golden red waves were now in a ponytail, falling flat down like a board, to the scarf-like material on her back.
Angelina came out in a sheer top, with a black bar over her breasts saying 'censored' in bold white letters. That wasn't all to her top though, over the sheer material that completely blended with her skin color, were tattoos. A red dragon splayed across her back, her own personal touch below it said 'Rest In Peace Charlie Weasley', a vine wrapped from her elbow to her wrist, ending in a full bloomed black rose, a cross rested on the material of her upper left arm above the vine, with 'freak' written down the middle of the cross, on her right arm, a black heart had icicles protruding from it on the inside of her forearm, a black and dark red snake coiled around her upper arm in a band, a charm bracelet tattoo spelt out 'gothic bitch', and just to the sides of her belly button, two daggers formed a 'v', the tips crossing, blood staining it, and dripping from it. She wore tight leather shorts that barely covered her ass, red fish net stockings, and knee high leather boots. Wearing red lipstick with a bit of black lip gloss over it, darkening it to a blood color, and black eye shadow and liner for make up, her hair in it's usual rave braids during working hours, she swept them up into a ponytail. She then put her new black and rhinestone-decorated newsboy on.
"Hey, is that tattoo part of the top?" Ginny asked, her fingers trailing over the barcode tattoo below the hairline on Angelina's neck.
"The barcode? No. I got that when I was drunk, about three, four months ago?" She didn't seem quite sure, she shrugged and turned around.
"She after you took the chin piercing out, but before you got your eyebrow pierced?"
"No, wait… your confusing me! I got this the same night I got my eye brow done, but had taken my chin piercing out or whatever."
Ginny chuckled and looked down below the dragon. Her face sobered and her fingers trailed the name, "Charlie." She whispered her late brothers' name.
Angelina smiled sadly and grabbed Ginny's hand, "C'mon chica, let's go down and mix some drinks for people lookin to piss all night long and get drunk… and not in that order."
Ginny grinned and followed her friend down the stairs into the club. At least two dozen people were already in the club, getting ready for the music to start blaring. Ginny's eyes landed on the bar and immediately noticed her friend from Hogwarts, Alex Evans. She jogged over and round the bar, pulling Alex in for a hug.
"Alex!" She cried, "It's so great to see you! It's been months!"
Alex smiled, "It's great to see you too Gin."
The club started to fill with more people as Nelly's 'Hot In Herre' started playing.
"Friday Freakers." Angelina dubbed the night, "It's gonna be crazy, but tomorrow night's worse, Saturday Stupor. So Gin, just be careful."
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"Give me a dry Martini sweetheart!" A patron asked as Angelina was about to leave the bar, "A very dry one!"
"So you just want straight gin?" She asked with a smile, "I don't give straight Gin. Had a patron with a bad experience. Threw up all over the pyro effects."
He frowned, "Ok, then give me a beer! Any kind."
Angelina turned to Alex, "Babe, give him a light beer, then nothin else. Four-drink limit."
Angelina turned and saw Ginny standing in front of her, looking confused, "Who's that guy?"
"Gin, there're at least a hundred guys in here. Be more specific."
"The guy in the uniform by the cage."
"Oh! That's Chad. The new cape operator." Angelina said vacantly as she grabbed two beers for Ginny and herself.
"He's been watching you and I all night long."
"He's got a crush on you." Angelina answered with a shrug, turning to leave again when a drunk guy grabbed her wrist.
"Dude!" Ok, not so much drunk, maybe a stoner, "That's sooooo cool! How does your thumb do that?"
"It's called double-jointed!" She watched the stoner try the get his thumb to bend like hers, but couldn't.
Ginny chuckled and walked away with Angelina.
"I get this feeling like I'm gonna have a dream when I'm awake but nothing happens when I sleep. It's so weird." Ginny suddenly told Angelina when they made it to the entrance to the stairs that led up to her office.
"Ya'know, I knew this group of witches in Cali that used incantations instead of spells and a wand, to heal… and create things. It couldn't hurt to try a spell later."
Ginny shrugged carelessly, "It's just that the dreams could help right now." She took a sip of her beer.
Angelina opened the door and walked in, stopping immediately when she looked up at the wall behind her desk.
Ginny stopped too, her eyes widening, mouth falling open, beer bottle dropping from her hand and crashing into a fizzy and shard pile.
"It's blood." Angelina said, her eyes filling with fear.
"Die, bitches, die." Ginny read off the wall.
The room filled with light that grew so bright, Ginny and Angelina had to cover their eyes or risk being blind.
Their eyelids grew darker, signaling that in front of their closed eyes, the light was gone.
"Oh Gods." Ginny whispered in shock.
The Dark Mark now stood over the writing on the wall, the blood dripped towards the floor, still wet.
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OK, now, A: Sorry for the lame humor. I'm trying to make this a little funny, but I don't think it's working. B: I know I've broken Gin and Draco AND Angie and Blaise up and I'm sorry but it won't be for long. I'm just hinting at what's been goin on these last five years that I skipped over.
Also, on the breakin up thing… The day after I finished HMCIBD (on FFN)… my "boyfriend" told me he was moving to California on the 23rd, and I thought he meant in January… nope. He meant two days before Christmas. Then I'm having family issues mainly with me wanting to hit my dad… anyways, yeah. So my life's been a tad dramatic these last few months, and painful, so I ended up putting my anger and hurt-ness… is that a word?… into the fic and it's been sucky so far, but HMCIBD started out sucky! This'll get better, scouts honor… then again I was never a scout, my mom was! And my sister! And I buy a bunch of those mint cookies from Girl Scouts! Ugh, I tend to ramble, ignore me.
Thanks to every single person who has reviewed and stuck with my sucky-ness. I love you all.
I've also been toying with the idea of a pregnancy… but I'm not sure. I have absolutely no clue as to where this is going, lol.
// Ashley \\