I thought I'd give you guys snippets of chapter 10 so you could let me know if I should give it to you. However, the thing is, I'm so happy with chapter 10; I love how it turned out. I just hope you guys appreciate it. Thanks to Oliva, you are really good at beta reading. Thank you!
Chapter 10 Snippets
Harry's Last Chance
There was a disturbance in the air. Voldemort happily cheering at the success
Buckle achieved.
"Well done, Buckle! Did you, however, get the chance to see if the boy died?"
"Of course, that Polyjuice you made worked quiet well. But unfortunately the
boy worked out who I was, but!" Voldemort focused his red slit eyes to the 200-year-old man, who still had the
sandy straight brown hair and the aqua green eyes that would catch the younger women. "No one knew where he was
for the whole day" Buckle looked up and smirked.
"Well done then, well done. You're dismissed Buckle, I'm glad to be
doing business with you."
"Glad to help, all I want is my mark back."
As the night continued, so did Ginny's Nightmare.
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Well I'm not that mean… so here is chapter 10. Please everyone that reads it review.
As the night drifted on, Madam Pomfrey worked tirelessly on the young Potter to save him. They all thought due to the amount of blood he had lost, he wasn't going to make it. Hermione, still covered in his blood held his hand to make sure that he didn't let go. It was going to be a busy night saving him, but without the help of Hermione's blood, their world was defiantly going to be ruined. Hour upon hours Poppy tried to secure Harry's wounds, but they were so deep there was nothing she could do to stop the blood. Compression bandages still didn't work. This boy was not going to survive, Hermione may have given her blood and love, but it wasn't enough. Her Harry was dying. She clutched his pale hand between her fingers as helplessness and despair washed over her, praying that he will be okay, regardless of knowing that his chance was slim.
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"HARRY, don't leave me please, Harry! We need you, your world needs you."
"Hermione is that you?" Said Harry voice; it was so faint yet so loud.
"Harry, you must survive, your world needs you."
"Hermione is that you?! Answer me, damn it. Why am I in so much pain?"
A figure walked slowly towards Harry, the body outline the shadows surrounding the boy, red hair shone brightly on the woman, and the figure came closer, sharing the exact same eyes as this young man.
"Mum? What are you doing here? They will see you. Where am I?"
"Harry, my son," her eyes twinkled and her lips formed a soft smile, as she looked at him in awe. "You look so much like your father. We are all so proud of you. How well you survived that horrible night that took us away! We will always be proud of you". Lilly smiled and leaned down to kiss her son forehead. She grasped one her son's hand, pressing a small, metallic object into his palm.
"Take this Harry, and it will help you conquer your mission. You must not seek the bright light no matter how inviting it is. You are dying Harry; do not fail me, your father, Cedric, Hermione and everyone else in the world. They are all depending on you. You must survive, and kill Voldemort. I am going to leave you now; you will be given a choice. Listen to your heart. It will give you the right choice."
"MUM wait! Please don't leave me! MUM!" There was no more. In a
quick movement, there was bright light on his left. Sounds of Hermione begging, pleading for Harry's life filled
his mind. Madam Pomfrey trying to stop something on the right. The light was pulling making his knees weak, head
throbbing in pain. His back; oh god he has never felt so much pain in his life.
"HARRY………" There were other sounds, Hermione begging-, with Ron restraining her trying all his heart to comfort her, as he too was shedding silent tears- yelling so loudly that she was in so much pain. While, at the same time the light pulled at his feet.
"I'm sorry there nothing I can do, He's gone Hermione. Our world has finally come to an end."
Harry heard this, and saw a small green hole that washed out the blackness, He got up and ran; he ran until his legs could no longer hold his weight. This boy has dealt with more things than anyone else has. The choice that he will make will choose his fate. Whether or not he liked it! He was going to survive; he had a world to protect. A beast to kill, and no way in hell was he going to let that pass.
"I'm coming Hermione… I am coming…"
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Madam Pomfrey slowly raised the sheets above the boy head. Hermione screamed in the corner, held by Ron. He tried so hard to capture her heart, tried so hard to forgive Harry the pain he has caused to this wonderful woman. They both stood there with tears falling down their pale stricken face. Their friend, saviour, and a lover were gone. Disturbance in the air was clearly noticeable, trouble is coming, and there is no place to go to deny it. Everyone who lived in the wizard world will now have to suffer; their life will never be the same. The war that has been brewing slowly is closing in. Their world is going to end now that their saviour is dead.
A silent moan came from the sheets, a sharp intake of breath, and a hand with a
glint of a gold chain that meant to help him, moved. Everyone turned around, shocked to see that The-Boy-Who-Lived, was
alive… again.
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Ginny woke up covered in sweat. She looked to her side and saw Draco asleep with
his arm pillowed under his head. His light snores whistled against the night wind. She doesn't exactly remember
what she was dreaming about, but something has happened to Harry she could feel it. Flashes fell before her eyes, Harry
covered in blood, Hermione's face covered in tears. Ron holding Hermione back; Pomfrey covering Harry with a white
sheet. He was dead. She could feel it. Silently she shed tears for her friend. The magical world that was once peaceful
and happy is dead. Evil has now came to existence. She got up from her pallet and walked out of the tent. The cool
autumn breathe washed over her skin as she shivered. So much has happened in such a short amount of time. She had
fallen for the blonde, and they now share a mark. She jumped as pair of arms wrapped around Ginny's waist. She
recognised the voice and leaned into his chest, silent tears still running down her face.
"Why are you out here? It's freezing."
"Couldn't sleep." But Draco knew she was lying. He leaned towards her, tightening his arms around her.
"You felt it too?" Draco whispered into her ear sending shivers down her back. His voice still mugged with sleep. "You felt the evilness has finally been reopened to the world, that there is no wisdom left to conquer what is rightfully ours?"
Ginny leaned back to saviour this moment, their moment. Their mark has done this for a reason. She now knows why. Now that Harry has gone, she and Draco are the only hope to regain this world to how it once should be.
She slowly turned to face Draco; she locked her eyes with his. And whispered, "I felt it, but it doesn't matter because I'm with you. We may have different upbringings, and different ways to treat people. However, this mark did something to us for a reason. I now know what it is." She leaned up and kissed his cold lips. Finally understanding why they have become soul mates.
The Southern Mountains were close now; one of Draco's holiday houses was
there. He knew that this house was where his mother was last left seen. So many memories go back to this house. The
laughter his mother and father shared, the visits from the Death Eaters, the bloodied smoke that permeated the air
during the raids. Oh yes, he remembered everything, and wished fiercely to be rid of the burdening memories.
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Harry started to mummer; his back was in so much agony. He felt something in his
hand, and remember the dream. His mother gave him something; he looked over to his hand and opened it. It was a
pendent, a small gold oval shape pendent. It glinted in the sunlight shining brightly; Harry had to cover his eyes. But
then something happened. It left his hand and just settled in the middle of the air in front of Harry. It shone around
the Hospital Wing. Words scrambled around the room not making sense. Then it all stopped, voices started to echoed; it
sounded like ghost that reawaken. "As two intertwine as one, beliefs shall be acknowledged. As one loves another,
it shall be returned. But if the bond is broken, one has to sacrifice before the other one is heard. If neither
succeeds, one will be betrayed."
Harry stared as the pendent fell from mid air into his hand. He soon realised that it was another riddle; Ginny received one about choosing which side to choose; now it was his turn to decide. He grasp the pendent and slowly lifted his arm to put it around his neck, which he had quite difficulty. He felt something wet on his back, he started to bleed, he took a swig of the potion that was next to him, it was the blood potion he had to take three times a day, He looked over there was another one, a healing potion. He wished he didn't move, because he could see stars before his eyes. He got up out of his bed and shouted for someone to come. Someone came running it was blurry; he couldn't see who it was. The pain was so severe he thought he took a wrong potion; he looked down to his hands. He was on his knees now, blood oozing out of his pores. 'What the hell is happening to me? This is even worst then falling off my broom!' Then it was complete silence.
Then it stopped, Harry heard a scream and fainted.
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Hermione still could not believe he almost died. That picture of him, just laying there; his eyes blank. It looked like he couldn't register what was happening, and the blood, so much blood. She was in the common room just staring at the fire that only resembled as ambers. Silent tears still falling down her stressed face, she heard a foot trip against the rug as the person swore. It was Ron. He came to her side and just sat there, silent, just letting it sink in that Harry had almost died. His Harry, the first one who showed him how the Chocolate frogs worked, the first one that he showed his scar to. The first person, in Ron's mind, that actually considered him as an equal.
He looked over to Hermione her eyes stressed and puffy. The shadows under her eyes clearly showed she hasn't slept in days. It was about a week since that accident, and Harry took the blood potion as he was meant to, but someone spiked it. It was switched to the Caedes Aduro, a potion that would make your very blood feel as if it were set on fire while it slowly eroded your body from the inside out. Ron took her hand and squeezed it, letting her know that he was there now; she doesn't have to do it alone. She looked over, and nodded, taking a hold of her friend in a grip that soon lead her to pour more tears in to a hand-me-down shirt. It wasn't long before Hermione sobbed herself to sleep. Ron stood up, carefully not to wake Hermione, and carefully took her to her room. It was not before long that Ron retired to his room, and found that sleep was the only way to escape.
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They have finally reached the end of the road. Upon the crest of the hill existed
one of the Malfoy's fortune holiday houses. It was a long week; Ginny has fallen over and badly sprained her ankle.
Being chased by he troll had looped them back to the Wooden Plains, and now the sun was starting to set, showing the
beautiful horizon of the purple and blues. They set camp on the side of the road; it would take a whole day to reach
the top of the hill. Draco set up the tent and cooked dinner. Then it started to rain. Ginny's ankle wasn't
doing very well.
"Ginny, let me see your bloody ankle, for God sake! Stop being so bloody stubborn." Draco exclaimed when she objected to lying down.
"It hurts so badly," said Ginny, wincing in pain as she tried to lie
down. As she made herself comfortable, Draco took a hold of her leg to examine her ankle. He undid the bandage that was
holding it in place. There was a blue welt on the side of the anklebone, reaching down to the heel. 'Man she must
have landed in that hole pretty badly, stupid Troll!' thought Draco.
"Now, Gin, this may hurt a bit. I don't think you sprained your ankle; it
looks like you broke it. Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"
"I didn't want you to worry about me," She laid back down after
propping herself on her elbows when Draco grabbed her leg.
"I worry Gin; you must have been in pain all damn day. I could have fixed
this ages ago."
"I just didn't want to bother you." She nearly sobbed, tears clearly
showing in her eyes.
"God woman, if you're injured, you tell me, okay? We're in the middle
of nowhere at the moment; we need to lean on each other for support." Draco looked at Ginny and managed a
smile.
"Ok."
Draco gently pressed his fingers against her ankle, gently touching the bruised skin.
"Ow!" she jumped.
"Yup, definitely broken" he stated, still looking at her ankle.
Ginny looked at him in the twilight. The golden rays splashed their colour against him. She mused back at the school years in which Harry used to mock Draco by the name of "Golden Boy". An amused, sad smile stretched on her lips in the memory of her friend. The irony…
For a moment he paused to look at her, the light reflecting in his bright eyes, masking the cold silver in rich gold.
"Ginny?" he said, his voice both caring and calming. He wrapped his warm palms protectively around her foot.
"Yes?" she said, a dreamy smile now brushed her lips. She stared deep into these golden eyes, sinking in, feeling the blood rush in her veins, the breath stuck in her lungs, the accelerating rhythm of her heart rate…
"I'm sorry." he said, and before giving her a chance to reply, he pushed her broken ankle back into place. A scream sliced the peaceful calm of the evening, unsettling a couple of birds from their treetops.
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It was morning, the cool crisp winds bought the autumn breathe, it rattled against
the tent. In the tent slept two people, one with a bandaged foot, resting its head on the other person's chest,
listening to his heart beat rhythm. While the other slept as a reoccurring dream came to play.
"Come son, you are needed."
"No. Where am I?"
"You don't recognise this house, this room? Nevertheless, son, surely you know what is about to happen in this room. We've been over it plenty of times. You are going to get the Dark Mark."
"NO! I don't want I, and you sure as Weasleys have red hair can't make me,"
"Ah, but son, you have no choice, I promised Lord Voldemort when you were
born, it was exactly in this room where you took your first breath. I knew I shouldn't have done it; it's now a
curse. A curse the Malfoy's now have to take every generation, if the first born a son, the parents must surrender
him to the Dark Lord of that generation to receive a gift from him. That my son is my father's mistake. I never
wanted to surrender you. Neither did your mother, but we didn't have any choice. Now knee; he shall be here
soon."
The room came dark and eerie; wind gushed through the open windows. A snake- like body with red eyes came into place. Lord Voldemort looked angry; something wasn't right. Draco kept his head down as his father before him kneeled to kiss the hem of his master's robes.
"Well done, I have seen that you kept your promise Lucius. You will be proud of your only son. Once he joins the ranks of my own, he shall live in the destruction and clear all Mudbloods out of the magical world. Stand before me boy."
Draco stood, knees trembling, head heavy, his left arm out in front. 'No I don't want it, you can't make me, and I don't want it. Leave me alone.'
"What is this boy; you don't want my mark, become of my ranks? Well dear boy, you don't get off so easily. CRUCIO!"
Draco fell down in pain, blood boiled beneath his skin, then it stopped. Voldemort stood before him. He had a smirk on his face, something wasn't right. There was someone behind them.
Ginny.
"GINNY, NO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!"
"Draco, what are you talking about?"
"GET OUT OF HERE NOW!"
"DRACO!!"
Draco started to shiver, trembling all over, someone was talking to him, he
didn't know whom, he felt a sharp pain on his cheek, and another on his stomach. It took the wind out of him. Then
it was all black.
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"DRACO!" Shouted Ginny, trying to wake Draco up. He started to murmur,
his eyes started to open.
"Ginny, get out, run away."
Ginny hobbled out of the tent, got a bucket of water, and threw it on Draco. He woke up quite fast.
"WHAT THE FLAMING HELL WAS THAT FOR!!"
"You were screaming at me and shaking like a pigmy puff, that's what
happened! What were you dreaming about; you were scaring me."
"What do you mean what happened? I'm bloody wet, that's what happened!" Draco stared at Ginny and saw the terrors in her eyes. Something had happened to him when he was sleeping; it was then when it hit him. He quickly raised the sleeve off his left arm; there was nothing. 'Thank bloody God.' He got up and hugged Ginny in a tight grasp.
"Thank God you're all right, I'm so sorry Gin. I never meant to make
you scared."
"Yeah, well you did a bloody good job of it. You were shaking so badly."
She murmured, hiding her head into his chest.
"I'm sorry, it's just… No I can't tell you, it will affect you as
well, and I can't allow that."
"You will tell me in due time?"
"Yes, I'll tell you when I'm ready."
They locked eyes, silver on brown, calm on terror. The work of the mark has once again, and proved to Draco that he can commit. Now that they had reached their goal of this journey, he was afraid of this outcome; it is time to turn back. This house brings back too many bad memories, the ones he wished to forget. Especially that night with his mother, when Voldemort raped her, then his followers did the same. Lucius was out of town; Draco was three. It played too well in his mind; he looked away, and let go of Ginny.
"I'm so sorry Gin, I can't do it; we can't go to that house." He fell to his knees.
"It's okay Draco, I'm here with you. I saw the image; you need to remember not to stare at me. I'm so sorry about what happened to your mother, and you witnessing everything. Nothing can change the past, but we can change the future."
Ginny lifted Draco head, and wiped the tears that threaten to fall with her thumb, he looked up and smiled. Now knowing why he had fallen for this girl.
"Are you sure you weren't meant to be in Slytherin?"
"WHAT? Yes, I'm sure. Shall we get a move on? I know you don't want
to stay too long at your house, but we have come all the way out here for a reason: to find your
mother."
"Yeah we better get a move on." Knowing so well, what is in stall is not
the only thing they shall find. He knows that Voldemort may be waiting for him; he had also known that Voldemort has
been looking for him, but he does know one thing, He will not give in so easily. Ginny is now his, and he is not taking
her the second time.
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The road up to the Malfoy's house was long. Something wasn't right in the air, and Draco's hairs stood on ends. There was something missing. He reached the house, and went inside. It was dull, with weeks of dust settled on the ornaments. Ginny followed every step, carefully not getting attracted to the magnificent gold and silvers that shimmered the room. They searched all over the house. There was just something there, which Draco didn't like. He went down to the garden. White roses blossomed; the gardenias smell infused through the air. He walked down to the pond and saw the bush he used to use to hide from his father when he was young.
It was there and then Draco face paled. In that bush, that played in his memory
repeatedly, laid a hand, a hand he could recognise a mile away. It was his mother's hand. He ran over to her, her
clothes torn, her face bruised. She was blue. On her stomach bore the word "Traitor" Ginny stopped in her
tracks, dropped everything, covered her mouth and gasped. Her eyes were glazed with tears. Draco looked at her, looking
paler than ever, trembling and wept.
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There you have it, and I hope you liked it. Draco found his mother. I wonder now
who would have killed Narcissa? Is Draco going to seek revenge like he promised or is he going let it go due to his
other half? Something isn't right in the air at Hogwarts, what does that riddle means from the pendent? What is
Buckle up to, he has a plan and it doesn't look really good. Thanks to my beta Oliva, Thanks to my lovely friend
Hadar, thanks for the ideas darl, they really helped. Until next time, please review.