Chapter 18
Animagus
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Ginny Weasley and Colin Creevey sat in Dumbledore's office, listening to their Headmaster with rapt attention.
"It is time, Ms. Weasley, as you have obviously found out Natalie is going to become a death-eater, what you didn't know is that the ceremony will begin tonight and I beg of you not to go down to the Chamber of Secrets tonight!"
Ginny nodded at him, and got up to leave when Dumbledore stopped her.
"I mean it Ms. Weasley, do not go there!"
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Rowena Ravenclaw was beside herself with rage, and anguish. Tears filled her eyes, and anything that she touched, she broke. She let out a scream of pain before collapsing onto the floor.
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Ginny and Collin were walking into the common room when she fainted. Her face was white, and she looked like she was in so much pain.
Colin yelled for help, and students came bustling into the common room from their dorms. Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter were pushing there way to the front, but Hermione didn't follow them.
When they got to where Ginny was Ron couldn't move, he was frozen in his place. From the back Hermione rolled her eyes, when Ginny needed his protection he did nothing. She sighed, and barged through all of the younger children. She shook Colin's arm and motioned for him to help her lift Ginny up. They did this, as Harry was trying to get Ron out of his stupor. Hermione shook her head sadly and left.
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They carried Ginny to the hospital wing, and set her down on the bed like Madame Pomphrey told them to. Hermione left, but Colin begged Madame Pomphrey to stay.
"Please!" he cried, going down on his knees.
The medi-witch looked at him sharply "I'm sorry, but you know the rules" she stated primly. Hermione nodded, and dragged a desperate Colin out.
"I love her, you know" he told Hermione, who looked at him sadly.
"I know you do." She replied.
He shook his head, trying hard not to cry "She's my best friend, I love her like a sister, and if anything happened to her I don't know what I would do with myself!"
Hermione sighed, not knowing what to say. She rubbed his back.
"You look exhausted" she told him.
"I am" he replied, not bothering to hide his yawn.
Hermione put him to bed, because it was obvious he would be unable to do it himself. She plopped him down on his bed, and walked put. She went up the girl's dormitory staircase, a bit clumsily, but it was three in the morning and she was tired. She fell into bed, but couldn't fall asleep. Her eyes were drifting, but her body wasn't. She has a strange feeling of approaching doom. She shrugged it off, and tried once again to fall asleep. When she finally figured out it would be fruitless to try again because it was six in the morning, and they had to wake up in two more hours. She got out of bed and went into the common room. She picked up her book that she had left down there. She snuggled into the scarlet chair, and started to read.
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Ginny was tossing and turning all night long, her hands were flailing helplessly at her sides.
She was running down a dark hallway, its walls we painted black she wanted; no she needed to get out of this place. She searched for her wand but couldn't find it anywhere. She started to panic; her cheeks flushed a deep red color. Her normal happy brown eyes were wide with fear. She stopped running, her breath coming in short and shallow gasps. She had been running for hours and she couldn't get out. She searched along the walls for some hidden passage that would lead her out of this hellhole but found none.
She sank to the floor and grabbed her arm. She looked at the beautiful tattoo that was branded there, that showed she was a chosen. With renewed strength she pushed herself up and off the floor, and continued running down the hallway. Her once tear streaked face was now dry and her eyes set into a hard glare at whatever was ahead of her. She ran what must have felt like hours before she came to a door. She turned to look behind to see if she left something behind, she didn't. She took a deep breath and turned the golden doorknob on the charcoal oak door. She stepped inside a room with brown colored walls, and a long table. No one was sitting at the table, but there was a paintbrush. Ginny walked over to the brush and picked it up. She twirled it in her hand, deciding she liked it she slipped it into her pocket. Ginny gazed around the room, finding nothing more in there she turned and went back into the hallway, but it wasn't the same hallway. This hallway, though dark was a deep purple, it was soothing. Then she heard a voice "paint your way out."
Ginny looked around expecting to see someone or something but found nothing, she didn't understand what the voice wanted her to do. She remembered the paintbrush she had taken off the table; she took it out and inspected it.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" the paintbrush asked.
Ginny jumped, "excuse me?" she asked, startled.
"Why don't you use me?" it asked her slowly, as if speaking to a small and unintelligent child.
"Why should I?"
"Because you're supposed to paint away out, how can you do that without a paintbrush?" It explained.
Ginny shrugged, "how can I do that without paper or paints?"
The paintbrush sighed "use the wall to paint a door!"
"Well what about the paint?" Ginny asked.
"Have you not looked at the tip of the brush? All the colors are there!" The brush told her.
Ginny looked, and found that the brush was telling the truth.
She turned to the wall and the thought then color brown and started to make a door. When she finished she though gold and made a doorknob. She smiled, it was just like her fairytale, now all she needed was her prince, but a little voice in the back of her head told her that she already had him. She turned the knob and walked through. The light was blinding, and she had to blink twice before she saw what was ahead of her. It was a room with white walls and many little white beds, Ginny smiled, she was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts.
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Ginny Weasley's eyes fluttered open to find Colin, Hermione, Harry, and the rest of her family standing next to her bed.
"She's coming around" Molly Weasley screeched "Oh, my baby!" Molly pulled her daughter into one of the largest hugs.
Madame Pomfrey pushed her way to the front. "Ms. Weasley is sick right now, she can't have visitors, I promised you could stay until she woke up now she has so shoo!" she said, her voice laden with authority.
The Weasley family, and Ginny's friend's all left, with pitying glances at her.
"Are you okay dear, you were in a coma!" Madame Pomfrey asked "You've been asleep for two weeks."
"Two weeks?" Ginny asked incredulously
Madame Pomfrey nodded. "What happened to me?" Ginny asked.
"Actually, I was hoping you would be able to tell me."
Ginny shook her head no, and so Pomfrey nodded.
"You'll need to stay in here until tomorrow, so I can see if all your organs are in working condition, and then you will be able to leave." Madame Pomfrey said, before turning away to get a sleeping potion.
Ginny nodded, and took out the paintbrush.
"Do you know what happened to me?" she whispered to it.
"No I don't!" it yelled.
"Shut up!" Ginny hissed at it, "or Pomfrey will hear you, and take you away to be examined."
"She can't hear me you twit" the brush told her "only you can!"
"Oh" Ginny said, "why?"
"How should I know?" the brush asked her.
Ginny rolled her eyes, and slipped the brush into her pocket, just as Madame Pomfrey came back.
"Drink this" she told Ginny, and she did.
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Draco Malfoy was pacing his room; he knew it was going to happen soon the burning on his arm was evidence. He told Dumbledore already, but what was left to do? He was spying for the order, but the only was for Ginny. He didn't know why, he barely knew the girl; he spent a few weeks on an adventure with her, and now he's risking his life for her? What was wrong with him, he was questioning everything he knew, everything he had ever learned! He sighed and fell onto his bed grabbing his arm where the dark mark was. He immediately looked on his other arm where his other tattoo was and felt a little less restless. He fell into a deep, but not peaceful sleep.
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The next morning when everyone was in the Great Hall, the ground started to shake. Screams were coming from everywhere, people were holding onto each other for their dear lives. Voldemort's curse had begun.
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I know this was short, and it took me a really long time to write, but no one reviewed…so that is what happened! R/R and I'll make it longer and faster!
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