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
It's 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 5: Livin On Shattered Faith
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"They can't be far! No one can Apparate out of here!" Angelina said, jumping over the dropped beer, and heading towards the stairs.
"They're gone." Ginny stated gravely, "They had enough power to get past the no-magic thingie… they're long gone."
"No. I have a different clause, if anyone Apparates in or out, censors go off and the club shuts down till the Ministry can get here to use that Memory Dust thing to erase Muggles' memories."
"God, how many clauses do you have?" Ginny asked as she followed Angelina down the stairs.
"Fifty-three." She answered with a shrug, "What can I say. Five years ago, I became way more cautious."
Ginny stopped as a flash of her hard face came over her eyes, before she swiftly threw the sword, smiling at the sickening thud and slice as it entered Voldemort's skull and went clear through into the door, pinning his limp body against it. She felt bile rise in her throat, and instinctively put her hand over her mouth.
Angelina weaved around people in the crowd trying to make it to the bar.
"Hey Boss-lady." Alex smiled, "Sup?"
"Shut the place down." Angelina commanded.
"Why? We're makin' lotsa dough!" She smiled as she put a twenty into the full cash register.
"Two words: Dark Mark." Angelina whispered.
Alex paled, running around to get the other barkeeps to cut off the drinks.
Angelina turned and saw Ginny looking sick on the stairs. A wave of fear and sympathy passed through her quickly before she ran over to Bulletproof, the DJ, one of the hottest in the Muggle world. She pressed a button on his turntable and the music stopped.
"Sorry everyone, but we have to close early tonight. We've had a problem with something in the electrical system, and we need to have it checked for your safety." No one moved at Angelina's insistence, "Ok, lets try this, get the hell outta here now or tomorrow night isn't Free Drink Night." Every started to run out of the club, and Angelina muttered, "Drunk fools."
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After everyone was gone, she ran out to Mikey, and Robby the two teddy bear like, but Arnold-built, bouncers and demanded, "I want a list of everyone that came in tonight."
"No problem." They answered, alarmed at their boss' attitude.
She turned around and ran back into her club, taking a few steps forward, she looked around. Ministry officials were everywhere. Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, both of whom had recently passed their Auror tests, Minister Weasley, several Aurors, her father, all questioning about what had happened.
Jason was interviewing Chad, Harry and Ron were interviewing Ginny with a hovering and concerned Minister Weasley, acting as a father though, not a Minister of Magic, the rest searched for clues, or interviewed bar-keeps.
Angelina took a deep breath and ran a shaky hand through her hair, letting the twists out.
"Ok. I think that's it." Jason came up to his daughter, followed by Chad.
"Bastards." Angelina growled, "I'm gonna kick their asses."
"Angelina, you are not to get involved dammit."
"Dad, shut the hell up! I'm part of the reason they busted outta Azkaban! They want revenge for Gin killing Voldemort. They're going to come after me too! And Tomas, son ova bitch; he'll be lucky if I don't kill him. I can smell his stench all over my office. He's pissed at me because I fell in love with Blaise when he was betrothed to that shallow disgusting whore Kit Lanchester." She ranted, spitting the name out like poison as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"What happened?"
"I'm not tell you because you'll tell Mom and then she'll give me a big fat 'I-told-yah-so' and I don't want to give her that satisfaction." She stated, rubbing her hands up her arms as a chill passed over her.
"Angie, its seventy seven degrees in here, why're you cold?"
"Something bad is about to happen."
He looked at Ginny, knowing about her gift, "What? Do you also have premonitions?"
"More like intuition. And they're dreams, dad, not premonitions." She said, and then cast a warning glance over at Chad who was talking to a passing Ministry official.
Chad, sensing Angelina's discomfort, turned around and offered, "Angelina, why don't you and I go clean up your office. I'm sure the Auror's messed it up."
"That's ok. I rather do it alone. I don't like strangers in my office." Her hands rubbed her neck as she sighed and walked towards the stairs.
"I'm gonna head home." Ginny sighed, "You don't mind do you?"
Angelina shook her head, "No! It's ok. I'll stop by tomorrow to see how you are."
"Where will you stay tonight?"
"Here. I have a protection spell on my room." Angelina answered with a shrug, "Seriously, its ok Gin. I'll see you later." Angelina hugged her before heading up the stairs.
Sighing, she looked down from the windows to see the Auror's leaving into the alley behind the club to Apparate to the Ministry. She took off her newsboy, and threw it harshly onto a chair. As she walked toward her bedroom, she pulled her top off. She sat down on the red bed and pulled her boots off.
As she walked towards her closet, she managed to pull off her shorts and stockings. Changing into black jog pants, and a white tank top that was a size too small, she then went back into her bedroom.
With a groan, she suppressed the urge to jump onto the bed and go to sleep, and went into her office.
She went into the cabinet to the left of her desk, and looked through the supplies, searching for paint and a brush. She found the pint of white paint, and small brush and turned back to put them on her desk. Opening the paint, she dipped the brushed into the white liquid, and let it sit for a moment, before reaching into her bottom desk drawer and pulling out a digital Muggle camera. Snapping a few pictures of the Dark Mark and writing, from different angles and zooms, she put the camera away and picked the brush back up.
The brush had just touched the wall when a voice came from behind her.
"Want some help?"
"No." Answered Angelina, her hand violently stroking the small brush over the wall, covering half of 'BITCHES'.
"I was trying to help her. She was in trouble."
"Was she in trouble two years ago?" She asked, pursing her lips when he never answered, "That's what I thought."
"Were you in here when this happened?"
"If I were, would I still be alive?"
"You're a survivor. One of the millions of reasons I love you."
"Only millions?" She teased, "I should be insulted that it's below billions, but, you don't know all my secrets."
Blaise came up behind her and kissed her neck, "I'm sorry. What happened a few years ago was a huge mistake. But you walked in before I could…" He searched for the right words.
"Jump into the rabbit hole?" She asked, feigning an innocent look.
He sighed and looked down, "I thought you had forgiven me."
"I had. But then I saw you outside Jamboree and I just… felt like a box opened and all the feelings and memories I had of walking in on you and Kit… in our apartment about to… it just hurt worse than it did two years ago, Blaise." She sighed and went back to dragging the brush along the wall.
"My father did this to you. He's making it personal."
"You just now realized this babe? God, I knew that after the hearing." She smirked but then it faded.
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"Tomas Andrew Zabini, I hereby sentence you to life in Azkaban for abusing your son, Death Eater activity, kidnapping, having the Dark Mark branded on your forearm, practicing Dark Magicks, and over a dozen counts of linked Death Eater involved Murders." The judge waved his wand and shackles appeared around Tomas's hands and ankles.
Angelina grasped Blaise's hand harder. She, Blaise, Ginny, and Draco were sitting in the front of the Muggle-style courtroom in the trial of Blaise's father, at the witness and family box. The verdict had just been read to the courtroom, and a buzz erupted. Cameras went off, trying to be the first ones to print the story with a picture accompanied, and the gatherer's, consisting of Angelina, Blaise, Ginny, Draco, Narcissa, Isabella, Jessica (Blaise's mother) and about a dozen other Death Eater families.
"This is your fault!" Tomas started towards Angelina, "I wouldn't've done what I had if it weren't for your sway over my son, you whore! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! Before I die I swear to my Dark Lord that I'll kill you!"
Blaise and Draco glared at the older man and stood in front of Angelina, Ginny grasped her hand and reassuringly squeezed it.
Azkaban guards grabbed Tomas and escorted him roughly out of the court.
Angelina sat down and sighed, trying to keep her tears at bay.
"Everyone out!" The judge ordered, watching Jason, Bill, Fred, George, and other Auror's and Order members shuffle the reporters and photographers out of the room too.
Blaise and Draco stood still in front of the females, preventing anyone for snapping a picture or try to ask them questions.
Jessica, whom sat directly behind Angelina, squeezed Angelina's shoulder, "Everything'll be alright dear."
Angelina nodded and patted her boyfriend's mothers' hand, "I know, Missus Zabini. Thank you."
She nodded and sat back. Sighing, she grabbed her purse, and her daughter's hand and left the courtroom.
Blaise sat down in the nearly empty courtroom, next to Angelina.
"I'll see you later dear." Narcissa kissed her only sons cheek and left too, following her friend and godchild.
Ginny grabbed Draco's hand and walked to the other side of the room. Once there, he pulled her into a tight hug and whispered 'I love you' into her ear.
Back over with Blaise and Angelina, he was trying to make eye contact.
When he wasn't able to, he cupped her cheeks and gently forced her face to look at him, "He'll never touch you as long as I'm around." He told her gently, then kissed her forehead and pulled her against him.
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"I broke my promise." Blaise said with a frown.
"He hasn't physically touched me…" She paused and finished covering the wall in paint, "Yet."
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I don't know when I'll be able to have the next chapter up, I'm staying at my sisters' house till Friday night because her hubby's away, she's paranoid about being home alone ever since her house was broken into, and she's gonna be paying me to clean her house for her, which'll buy me the CSI board game I want! :-D
Oh, btw, for those who don't know! It's official! Blaise Zabini has been confirmed by JK herself that Blaise is in fact male!
I love you all. Thanks for the reviews.
Ash