Death of Insanity

Myst

Rating: PG13
Genres: Angst, Drama
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 4
Published: 17/07/2004
Last Updated: 17/07/2004
Status: completed

Why does the world have to be so cruel? Why must it take away everything that is my being? All I ever asked for was one thing, no more, and the world must come and tear that out of my grasp. All I wanted was love, to be loved. I know ‘tis a lot to ask for, women are not allowed love. But ‘twas what my heart longed for, what it beat on, what I lived for. Until I lived no more.

Chapters

1. Death of Insanity

1. Death of Insanity

Key: ~***~ Means that I am changing the point of view. *** Just means a scene change or a time change.

This is the first time I’m writing something that’s not H/Hr. I’m quite proud of this piece of writing and I hope that you enjoy it too.

I don’t think you will have read anything like this before.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Ginny or Draco, or anybody else really…. Although I wish I did…

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“Princess Ginny! Princess Ginny!” The name bounced through the garden, caught in the wind and carried to my ears. I wheeled around, my kirtle blowing in the breeze.

Aye, what could that girl have possibly done now?

I watched Lavender, as she came running down the wet grass towards me, she slipped on my overcoat and fell to the ground. I quietly laughed as I smoothly walked over and helped her up. She started fretting like mad; sweat was beading down her brow.

“Lavender, what ever could be so wrong to cause you fear as much as this?”

There was one thing wrong for sure, Lavender never, I mean never, sweated with fear.

I took a good look at her appearance, bloodshot eyes and a face that was as white as father’s gown. She had frozen dead still.

“Lavender. Lavender!” I grabbed a hold of her shoulders and shook them with fierceness that would have scared even the bravest of souls. She snapped out of her trance, her eyes wide with terror.

“Lavender, what has happened to put you into a state or fright such as this?” I was appalled, my chambermaid, mine! Father would hear about this for sure.

“Misses, Princess, I swear I never doith it! ‘Tis all I find, no more! I swear it misses, I swear!” She looked as if she had just had a visit to hell. Lavender’s eyes started to water, turning from a light blue, to nothing but a blur.

I sat down on the ground and tried to calm her down, pulling her head close to my chest while muttering soothing words to her ears.

What could ever be so wrong? This girl’s heart is as strong as a bull’s. She never cries like this, unless it is something as terrible as death. But yet how could a dark shadow as strong as that hit Weasley? Under father’s control Animus has been as pure as the sun.

‘Tis all too confusing for my belittled brain, but dare I ask Letiea to tell me what is amiss? For in short my patience is killing me, but yet it rips my poor heart out to see this frail girl weep so heavily. I would ask. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t ask!

“Lavender, please show me what breaks your heart.” I looked down at her with soft eyes. She looked up with doubt that tore my heart.

“I… I don’t know Princess Ginny. It might be too heavy for a princess like you to carry.”

“Lavender,” I said, in a way that would hopefully make her smile once again. “Lavender, look; if I can carry you, then I think that nothing could ever be too heavy for me!”

She let out a soft feminine giggle. I used to laugh like that; but ever since I am soon to be married my blood boils with the sound.

“Ginny,” Lavender was talking. “I don’t know-”

I jumped up with such strength that the wind blew my dress up to expose my under skirt. I ran ahead, as fast as a speeding bow. Suddenly I stopped, and looked for Lavender. She was still sitting there looking sad and exposed.

“Lavender, hurry!”

She slowly got up.

Really, that girl has a pace, that to a snail, would be considered fast.

“Lavender hurry up!! You know that I have patience that lasts as long as a rock has a heartbeat!!”

She laughed so hard that tears fell from her eyes. She ran towards me as fast as a cow could tap-dance, but soon enough she was there tugging on my arm to get me into the towering palace.

We ran through the castle, dodging all of the maids and visitors. I grabbed my kirtle and hoisted it up around my waist,

Reason number 136 not to be a princess:

‘Tis mandatory that the clothing items that you wear (a kirtle) has to go down to your ankles, so as to not show disrespect. However ‘tis not possible to run in these hideous things!

My chest was heaving up and down as our pace slowed down, my vivid red hair fell softly around my face. Lavender looked around cautiously for any bystanders. There were non in my sight. I then took notice of where we were, it was the tallest tower that the castle had. If you were to look out the window, you would see beautiful forest for miles and miles ahead.

“Misses may we please get going, this place makes me skittish.” Lavender’s eyes held fear beyond belief.

Just as I was leaning forward to open the door that held whatever secrets which made Lavender weep, I heard the most horrible sound screeching and echoing through the castle.

“Ginevra!!”

‘T’was mother. I quickly turned to Lavender and told her to wait there. Then I raced down the stairs as fast as I could go. My mother’s voice was still booming throughout the castle; as I reached the staircase, my foot caught in my kirtle, I tripped and flew forward.

My body was rushing towards the ground.

Just as I closed my eyes and waited for my bones to crumble into the ground, I felt a pair of strong arms close around me.

‘Twas then I opened my eyes to see Knight Dean holding me in his arms. Knight Dean, the exact person that I had been avoiding.

You see, my mother and father want me to tie vows with him, because his family has told my father that they would give the wealth of a few cows to us if he ringed my finger. ‘Twas actuality that they were after our wealth. Yet my heart remains with non other then Draco.

“Thy mother’s looking for thee mademoiselle.” His eyes glittered with satisfaction.

“‘Twas something about a ring… Thy must know something about mademoiselle. ”

My eyes widened with terror. Dean must have noticed ‘tis because he then lowered his head to my ear and quietly whispered into it,

“Ma bella, it hath naught to do with Draco; my fencing opponent, aye?”

“Aye!” I talked strong and loud in hope that he would go away. His eyes burned with possession as he dropped me onto the ground. I scrambled up and ran towards my bedding chamber; mother was still shouting calls for me.

***

I burst through the door, panting and stumbling to a stop. Mother glared at me. I was scared because mother is normally so much more calm and in tune with her spirit. ‘Twas different today. Her sprit must be enchanted by the Satan.

“Glad you could see to join us Ginevra,” she said with a stern glare.

“Of course mother.” I straightened my posture, because as mother always said,

No matter what lies in thy face, a woman must always stand tall like a queen. For one day it shall do yee much good in catching a man’s eye.

“There will always be time for you. For wherever shall I be if it were not for me mama?” That broke her clean. She snapped at me.

“I’ll tell yee, where thou would be you little bastard-born girl!” She stopped, and took a few breaths. Deep in and out, in and out. She fluttered her eyes closed and shook a little bit. When she opened them she was back to breathing normally. She took a few more steady breaths then drew something from behind her back in a closed fist.

“Now, Ginevra Molly Weasley, can you please tell me what this is?” She opened up her clenched fist to show a vow ring.

Correction, my vow ring!

“Mother, ‘tis nothing I have ever seen before. Where did you find it?” My eyes where wide and I was fighting a big temptation to grab it out of her filthy palm.

“Ginevra, if you ever wish to see more than the dungeon walls again, you will tell me of whom ‘tis piece of worthless gold belongs to! For it is surely not the ring that Dean is to wed you with! ‘Tis supposed to be heavily laid with gems and jewels of all sorts. This has not ever three! Now who does this belong to?”

“Who?”

“Who?”

That was the only sound that came from my mother, and I knew what she wanted to know, but I wasn’t going to tell her.

“Ginevra, answer me now or else I shall put you out into the Forbidden Forest, and make sure ‘twas never that you came out. Now who does this belong to?”

Mother seemed more then content to lock me away. So if she wanted to know, let her know!

“Me.” I spoke so quickly and with so much fear in my voice that I am sure it was no more then a mere whisper. Yet she must have heard it, because her eyes where large with the shock of the words and sounds that my mouth had made.

I reached for my ring, fingers stretching out into the air. As soon as my long fingers and skin touched the golden band my mother slapped them away. My hand stung like a bees’ nest. Mother suddenly shot up, eyeing me as to try to see deep inside my head. Minutes had passed before another sound was made in the bedding chamber.

‘Tis was my mother speaking again. Well it can’t be called speaking, nor shouting. ‘Tis command that comes from her lips. She needs ask no questions here, because ‘tis her castle. Oft that’s all mother will do, speak commands.

But she should know how stubborn her daughter is. If she knows not then ‘tis her who is short brained, for mother has had me for twenty summers. Then we shaln’t forget the many days spent in her womb.

Suddenly my body feels aflame, but it is no more then mother, of whom seems to be shouting at me. I take my mind off my useless ramblings, and try to understand mother’s booming voice.

“Ginevra, tell me. Where did you put the ring? For even the gods know that this is not the ring that we want.”

“Mother you have never given to me. Nor has any other ring been placed into my possession.”

There was no other sound that came from me. All that was sounding in my bedding chamber was mother’s heavy breath. She then collapsed onto my knitting char. Her hand was covering her temple as she spoke one word.

“I gave it to Lavender. You must go question her about it. Now out.”

“Out!” She hollered again. I raced out of my door, it felt like forever when I got to Lavender.

Although my body was there with Lavender, my mind was still with mother, looking into her light brown eyes.

I felt hands close around my shoulders.

“Ginny, whatever are yee looking at?” I turned my head around to see Lavender, her blue eyes where filled with concern. She carefully tried to tuck a piece of blond mattered hair behind her ear, ‘twas no hope for it.

I turned my head back to the direction of my bedding room. Lavender then knew what it was that got me distressed. She turned my body around and pulled me into a short hug. I pushed back against her, for I must be strong. ‘twas no place in the world for more weak women.

“Ginny, I think that it’s best that you don’t see what lays beyond the door.” Lavender looked at me carefully, my tears rested on my peach face, a few of them had gotten caught in the scar that lay on my cheek. The scar was there because of Dean. After one night of him drinking down many, many glasses of ale, he thought it was most amusing to see me nude. I disagreed and he then held me up against the wall, saying that whatever he asked, I do like a maid. Dean drew his knife and said that the scar would just be a reminder of what could happen if I disagreed.

I shook my head and pulled my hair back over my shoulders, after that I took one more look at Lavender and stormed towards the door; not knowing what was there waiting for me…

~***~

I flicked the ring up into the air. It came landing back in my cold palm. My bonny fingers swung it around my pinkie. The gold caught in the light. The ring was beautiful, that was why she couldn’t have it, but then that bought me to wonder. Of whom would be poor enough but yet still have a heart as big as Eros himself to wed a girl as stupid as Ginevra. There was no need to sit and ponder this, I quickly started to make my way towards the door, hands clenched in tight fists. It was on my way down the stairs that I heard shrieks bounding through the castle.

~***~

My throat was horse, eyes watery and my body shaken. I felt hands close around my arm and pull me towards the person. I turned my head around to see Lavender with wide eyes and a pleading look on her small face. I twisted my head back to the heap, my tears glittering in the small sun coming through the stained glass window. I quickly closed my eyes and collapsed onto the damp floor. My pulse was beating fast, every inch was shacking as I buried my head in my arm.

“Ginny, it best be we get going.” Lavender’s voice seemed nothing close to pitiful.

I shook my head vigorously, hair spraying everywhere, tears dropping hard to the floor.

“Then there seems to be no more need of me.” I heard Lavender close the door, then it must have just been in my head because I thought I heard a latch closing after her. I shook those thoughts out of my head and thought about what laid ahead of me. My body was still shaking when I started to crawl towards the heap. Arms were reaching out into the air to see if this was naught but in my head. My chest was heavy as I drew closer. My hand made contact and I felt fear as if nothing before strike through me. When my hand shot away, I felt something wet and sticky on my fingers. I took one look and caught my breath. ‘Twas blood that lay on my hands. I sat up and rolled the heap over to see the form of a body, but ‘twas no ordinary body that lay at my knees, ‘twas the body of sweet, dear Draco.

***

It must have been hours past since I had entered the room. I had tried the door long before, it must have not been my imagination when Lavender locked the door. I had tried hollering, but had gotten no reply. So to pass the hours I had been pondering about the passing of Draco. What troubled me more was the ring that I had found. It was heavy laid with jewels of all sorts, glimmering in the little light that was left. I also found a knife, sharp as a spindle, but yet light as a feather. It had the letter ‘L’ carved into it. The knife must belong to one of the maids, for fathers is much heaver and has a single lapis lazuli in the center of the handle.

It must have been the ring that mother had made for me, the ring that would lock me in Deans grasp forever.

There was no proof of it, but yet there is something that seems nothing close to right. I have a feeling inside of me, that something is terrible amiss. My eyes are adverted back to the ring; with what one was the little light, has now ceased. I could see nothing, my body was cold, and my brain was wheeling with all of the things this ring could mean. My brain then jumped to conclusions,

He had cheated on me!

There was nothing else that could have been done. That didn’t explain why the ring was on the floor, but ‘twas all it took to get me up on my sore feet.

My head was flying around the room, looking in all directions, I felt like I was going mad. I needed to get out of here. My breathing was hard; my pulse was beating faster and faster. Then I spotted it, the window. I raced towards it, and before I could stop myself, my body went smashing through the glass.

I was flying; the cool night air was blowing against my body. Insanity had reached me, but none of that mattered, as I was free like a bird.

Very soon, the darkness of the devil over took me, and I saw no more; I felt no more, even when my bones went shattering and broke into the hard grass.

***

It was weeks before I woke up. My body was still frail, but in my mind I was determined to find out what happened, and who had done what. I would make sure that no one else tried to find out. I would be what father called, a detective. It was still more and more weeks before I was allowed out of my bed. Everyday someone would come and feed me, bathe me and then dress me. The rest of the day was spent thinking about Draco or sleeping for that matter. When I was finally allowed out of my bed and was started as well enough to go about my daily routines by myself, I was filled with joy. But then part of my dreaded it, because I knew that no one had left the castle while I was asleep, so one of the many days of my life here, I would meet the person that killed Draco. I had high hopes that he had not killed himself. I had thought that he was happy, and ‘tis not the sort of thing he would do. The day that I was released I went straight up to the tower.

This time I went alone.

His body was still up there, but this time it was buzzing with flies and it smelt of nothing I had smelt before. I looked around for the knife and the ring, but only one came up. I placed the ring into my pocket. It weight down my thin jacket. I took one last look at him and slowly walked out of the room, sadness hanging in the air.

I skipped dinner and made my way down to the chapel, to pray for his well being in heaven. Also to ask the gods why this happened. The fields were dark, as night was setting. The thin golden band of the sun quickly disappeared as I walked towards the church. I took one of the spare candles from ground and lit it to fire, with that I opened the large wooden door.

The candle flickered off the walls, the tunnels were narrow, and they seemed to go on forever. I had lost track of time, and no longer knew where I was heading. My candle was soon to die.

So am I.

The wind was biting against my small body, and the corridors seemed to get smaller and smaller.

Do it for him. I kept on chanting to myself.

I had to sit down to rest, I was close to dropping to sleep and my candle was burning low. It was then I heard something that sounded like scraping. Suddenly a loud scream broke through the silence of the night. I had already jumped up and my body was on full alert. I slowly walked around the corner, thankfully, no one was there. I continued to walk forward. More screams echoed through the night. It seemed like hours until I finally saw some light. I knew that it was candle light, but I had highly doubted that anyone else would be here. I rounded the next corner, looked at the candle. The person behind it was standing in front of a body that lay on the floor. From the candle light I could see a gleaming knife. The person looked up at me and just stood there, staring at me. I screamed and dropped my candle. The other figure stood there, and slowly a large smile passed over its face. It held up its arm, threw the knife at me. I screamed, then ducked. I then stood up and pulled the knife out of the wall. It was light weighted and ‘L’ carved into it. I couldn’t see anymore because the other person put out the candle. I threw the knife into the air and ran. I then felt the heaviness of the ring fall out of my pocket. My hands guided me along the walls. I never did hear footsteps following me, but I still ran. It was a long time before I was out in the night air. I still couldn’t see, there was no moon, but instead a strong breeze. The rain started to patter down on me as I made the familiar route back to the castle.

I burst into the castle door and collapsed down onto the floor.

~***~

It has been four weeks since that idiot of a princess jumped out of the tower window. Why didn’t she die? And it has been another three weeks since I saw her in the chapel. Why didn’t she die?

Why!?

But non of that matters now, because I have a plan. Yes, thankfully when Ginny came out of the chapel, she was so frail that she is still in bed, sleeping. So I shall finish the job, then ride away; no one shall ever find me. Nay, I shall be in hiding for long, but the pride I shall get when I see their faces, it shall be priceless. Then I also get to keep the ring. I knew it was a great idea to leave it next to his body!

I continued to creep along the stairs, quite as a spider. I saw some candlelight in the corridor and quickly hid my knife.

“Lavender, why ever are you up at this hour?” Ginny’s mother, Molly, came into view. By this time, I had already hidden the knife well enough.

I put on my saddest face and bowed my head down low. “Misses, I cannot sleep without dreaming of her. So I thought it possible that I could go and make sure that she is warm enough; because we all know how chilly the winters here may be.”

She stood in consideration for a few seconds then faced me again. “Do not be too long, for we all have a long day ahead tomorrow.” She gave me a curt nod and continued walking down the corridor.

I stood still for a few minutes, making sure that my path was safe. Then I made my way up to her room.

When I got there the fire was burning low, my eyes glistened with menace. The knife was firmly held in my hands, it too was glinting from the firelight. As I drew closer to my intended target I thought to myself,

Yes this is what you’ve always wanted. Your doing it because of her, she drove you to it. Yes, yes, just a little bit closer till you can get the sweet feeling of revenge. Go on, you yourself said you wanted it. Didn’t she always get everything you wanted; the life; the boy; the wealth. Now, go on, shes weakened with insanity. You are the insanity that fills her head. Feel happy, you got her to do that, jump.

My grip tightened, as I neared her. The dry blood from Draco’s body was still on it. It was insanity and jealousy that got me to push the knife deep, closer towards her heart. I watched the blood pour out and flow onto my hands. Insanity, that was all it took to drive me to it.