Everybody's Got A Story
By: Draconia
Summary: Ginny Weasely is in her 6th year at Hogwart's and she's tired of being seen on the sidelines, but she doesn't know how to change her life. What if it gets changed for her? What happens when a certain pale haired boy shows another side of himself? Will Ginny risk everything for him? Will she risk death? Would he?
Author's Notes: I felt it was exceedingly necessary to mention all my lovely reviewers cause I love you guys, but before I do, thanks ever so much to Jamie my lovely beta! Thanks to reviews from: Liz, isis, srox4690, DracosGurl, 714, DW, Tegan, NicoleMarie, Stephanie, Patricia, Raye, Asahi, Julia, Clair, Resse Darling, jacy & angela!
Rated: R
Email: luthien_anwamane2003@yahoo.ca
Chapter 8
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There is no den in the wide world to hide a rogue....Commit a crime, and the earth is made of glass.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays
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Inside the Forbidden Forest, all seemed to be at a stand still. The bright light that had erupted the night before had scared many of those who worshipped the dark. Cassiopeia stood out of sight at the edge of the forest. She watched as witches and wizards from the ministry investigated the crime scene. Loss of innocent lives was definitely something she abhorred.
"It's time to return to the grove Cass."
Cassiopeia turned slightly to see Firenze standing just behind her. "I'm glad we decided to stay behind Firenze. She needs our help, it's apparent from what has happened. The stars have been speaking to me again. We are supposed to interfere this time. We are supposed to enter into history. Their history, not ours. There is no longer a difference, this will affect everything that lives."
Firenze nodded silently before turning to enter deeper into the forest. Cassiopeia took one last look at the buzzing investigators before looking up at the Astronomy Tower. "Have no fear, no harm will befall either of you while I still have breath." she whispered before racing after Firenze.
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Earlier that evening Ginny Weasley had been released from the Hospital Wing with direct instructions to return immediately to her dormitory and eat the enitre bar of chocolate that had been provided for her by Madame Pomfrey.
Ginny would have loved to have done so, but it seemed as if her body was moving without her consent. It was past curfew and yet she just couldn't see fit to return to Gryffindor Tower and face more humiliation and interrogation. Her head ached from another "dizzy spell" as Dumbledore had called it. She thought it was beginning to be quite strange that whenever light came out of the Astronomy Tower she'd faint like that. Not to mention the healthy helping of spitting frogs she'd been forced to endure for over two hours.
"Pssst! Miss Weasley!" choked a small voice from behind an ever present gargoyle.
Ginny turned quickly to face a familiar house elf. "Hello, Dobby," she greeted with a small smile.
Dobby's eyes darted around carefully before he raced forwards and with his two sock covered hands grabbed the bottom of her robe. "Miss Weasley must stay out of sight. Dobby has heard many things but was made not to tell." he glanced around quickly again. "Dobby fears he must tell you though because you are a friend of the wonderful Harry Potter." Looking directly at her he frowned concerned. "It was not the Hufflepuff girl that was supposed to die. You are the target of the evil that is present at Hogwarts this year!"
Ginny fazed out and the small smile slipped off her face. Her mind began to race with ideas that she couldn't grasp. She staggered back away from Dobby slowly with a horrified look on her face. Her hands shook as she brought them up to cover her mouth and keep herself from screaming.
"Not again..." she whispered before turning and bolting down the hall.
Dobby looked sadly after the retreating 6th year with a great deal of pity and concern. "Ginny will not survive, Dobby knows this. Youngest Weasley is in grave danger and not even the great Harry Potter can save her. The Boy Who Lived will not be able to stop something that is beyond his control. Beyond the very fabrics of time."
The freed house elf adjusted his baggy sweatshirt before shimmering out of sight.
***
She ran as fast as she could. It couldn't happen again. She couldn't let herself be a danger. She blanked out everytime something wrong happened. It couldn't be happening again! She wouldn't let it!
She ran through the shadowed halls racing towards the main doors when an arm snaked out of the shadows and grabbed her arm. The impossibly icy fingers that gripped her arm would have made her scream except that another equally cold hand was clamped over her mouth. She was dragged into an unused classroom before the hands released her and she whirled to face her abductor.
"Harry?" she questioned slowly when she saw the glint of glasses and shadow of tousled hair.
He was hidden by the many shadows that just seemed to be attracted to him. But it was definitely Harry.
"Ginny," he started cooly as he stepped slowly from the shadows. "I wanted to let you know that even though I'm still mad at you for getting me suspended from Quidditch, I still hope we can still be friends."
When he held his hand out for her to shake in a friendly gesture she couldn't help but take an involuntary step back. She didn't like cold things, and she remembered his ciy fingers on her arm and mouth.
"Why the sudden change?" she asked hestitantly. Something was off. She didn't know what precisely, but there was definitely something wrong with him.
A slow curling smile appeared on his lips. It was almost like he was hunting something.
"I like you Ginny. I've liked you for quite some time. I just wasn't sure how to go about telling you. Then after what happened with Snape and the Tower, I just couldn't believe what you'd done. It felt like a betrayal." Harry said as he began to move forward. Almost stalking her. "So tell me Ginny. Do you still like me? I know you had a crush on me once upon a time. What about now?"
By this time he had her pinned against the back wall. Bracing himself on the wall with his hands on either side of her head.
"I-I don't know Harry. Right now everything is just sort of-"
It was at that moment that Harry decided to pounce and Ginny found herself in Harry's arms being smothered by his lips pressed harshly against hers and her small frame crushed against his.
She couldn't move! She was furious with herself and with Harry. This definitely went beyond any kind boundary. She had morals for heavensakes! She couldn't get her wand, it was back in Gryffindor Tower. So she used the only weapons available to her.
Curling her hands as far as she could she raked her small nails across Harry's forearms until he released her.
She looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. He chuckled lightly and looked down at his arms. Droplets of blood had formed where her nails had bitten into his skin. His larger frame cast a shadow across her smaller one as he loomed over her.
"Is that what you did to Malfoy when you made out in the Hospital Wing?" he snarled.
Ginny's eyes, impossibly she had thought, widened further with shock.
Harry smiled cooly down at her as he adjusted his robes. "He doesn't care about you Ginny. Only I do. He'll turn you over to the wolves faster than you can imagine. As soon as you say you trust him, he'll betray you."
He paused as he began to turn away. "Be seeing you." he said quickly with his normal upbeat tone.
When he faced the doorway he stopped. Ginny stared past him to see Draco standing in the doorway.
"Is there a problem here?" he asked cooly as he stared at Harry spitefully. "I do believe your shift is up Potter. You should return to Gryffindor Tower before I remove points from your house," he smirked maliciously. "I don't think you can afford to lose anymore."
Harry glared furiously at Draco as he brushed past him.
When Draco's eyes turned to Ginny they lost their maliciousness. "Virginia?" he asked quietly.
Ginny slid to the ground and the tears escaped against her control. She breathed like a person unable to get air into her lungs. Wiping at her eys with balled fists trying to stop the tears.
Draco walked calmly until he reached her and then picked her up from the cold stone floor without any effort. He noticed that she'd borrowed one of the hospital robes and they weren't very heavy for such a chilly castle. He could feel her small frame quiver with each escaping sob.
She couldn't help it anymore. Too much was happening at once. Too much she just didn't understand. Mostly, she didn't want to understand it.
"I'll take you back to your tower."
When Ginny heard his voice she griped his robes tightly with one hand. "No, I don't want to go back there!" she cried meekly.
Draco looked down at her with a heavy sigh as they moved through the school. Her weight in his arms felt comfortable and he didn't mind carrying her, but they couldn't wander around all night.
"You'll have to be very quiet then. We'll go to the Slytherin Dungeons."
Ginny's eyes widened in shock. "B-but I can't go there! I'll be seen!"
Draco smiled slightly. "I'm Headboy remember. I've got my own room."
"Oh."
"But everyone is sleeping so you've got to stay quiet."
Ginny nodded silently and rested her head against Draco's shoulder.
"You know Malfoy," she said quietly and with a touch of humour. "My going into your room for the night can be seen in a very different light to the rest of Hogwarts. They'll think that you've gone through every worthy girl in all the houses and now you've started on the Gryffindors."
***
When they entered his room Ginny stood shocked. Lined on almost every wall was a bookcase with any number of books. One case seemed entirely devoted to the greatest works by Muggle writers.
As soon as Draco placed her on her feet she looked at him mockingly. "You sure your not a Ravenclaw-wannabe?"
He rolled his eyes at her before moving to sit on the edge of his bed.
She looked at him with a considering glance. She realized that he hadn't done or said one nasty thing to her in so long, that she'd forgotten that their families were still at war.
"Say Malfoy, why are you being so nice to me? It's not like I can pay you for services rendered."
Draco looked up at her coldly for the first time. Immediately Ginny felt ashamed and apologized. He stood up only long enough to take off his robe and shoes before bouncing back onto his bed.
She had the hardest time trying not to laugh at this new image of Draco actually bouncing! Bouncing was definitely not something she would ever accustom herself to seeing him do. Intentionally or not.
He took that moment to glance at her and rose an inquisitive eyebrow. "What?"
Ginny fell to the ground exploding in laughter and a moment later Draco was on top of her covering her mouth with his hands.
The sudden familiar action made Ginny freeze up shove Draco away from her. She backed up quickly against one of the bookcases and clamped her hands over her head with her knees pulled up against her.
Draco frowned with concern and he approached her slowly. When he reached to put a comforting hand on her shoulder she flinched before opening her eyes and looking at him with haunted eyes which were still reddened from her earlier crying.
"Draco?" she asked slowly before flinging herself into his arms and grabbing hold of his shirt fabric. "I don't know what's happening anymore. I think I'm doing terrible things and...I don't want it to happen, not again! I didn't like hurting people." she whispered fiercely into his shoulder.
Draco was confused. His little weasel had hurt people? This tiny slip of a girl had caused bodily harm? "Ginny?" he asked slowly. "I don't know what you mean."
Making a small noise in the back of her throat Ginny shook her head furiously. "I don't want to remember."
He nodded carefully before lifting her into his arms again and taking her over to his bed. He laid her down on the downturned sheets. He was going to pull the quilt over her when her arm shot out grab hold of his hand. "I don't want to be alone. If I'm alone I might- something may happen..." she said quietly.
Draco paused for a moment assessing what he believed were several bad outcomes of him being in the same bed as Ginny. But her pleading eyes undid him and he slid into the bed beside her and pulled the quilt over them both.
He watched her face for a long time as she fell slowly into a troubled dreamland. Just before morning lit the skies his eyes closed and he succumbed to the darkness.
***
In the Western Tower a small candle illuminated Dumbledore at the entrance to the upper chamber. "You realize that nothing is changing. It's going to occur as the prophecies have commanded."
The figure in front of him shook it's head silently. "No, things are going exactly as they should. If, however, you let another innocent die or allow him near her again alone. It will turn the events of time inevitably and nothing will be able to stop what will come."
Dumbledore nodded grimly. "I don't suppose you could try to stop the pulses of light?"
The figure shook it's head again. "No. They are not in my control."