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Alone, depressed, deprived and defeated. Tortured to the extent. Life at Hogwarts is like your worst nightmare coming true, with death eaters prowling the corridors and dementors guarding every entrance into the castle. All hope is lost for Ginny, she has no one to turn to, and no where to go. She can't go in hiding because they will hunt her down. Lord Voldemort is at his strongest, his most powerful, or so she thinks. She believes that Voldemort has past his most vulnerable point, after her family and friends disappear.
The Order of the Phoenix has finished, she has no plan and doesn't know what to expect and there is no escape for her. Little does she know that a plan is brewing inside those very castle walls.


13. Chapter 13


Hey Guys! So I seriously need more character profiles for the competition guys. And also would you like the competition to go longer. If so I will update one more chapter then you can send them in for two to three weeks, so it will finish on either the 21st of January or the 28th. I need your opinion. 

xoxo *Liz*


     Ginny swore her heart just suddenly stopped beating. The hairs at the back of her neck prickled, goose bumps ran along her bare skin. There was a second and it felt like the world had stopped spinning, people had stopped breathing, like time had been paused, just like that. Only when the scream increased in pitch and desperation did Ginny hit realisation. Just like my dream. Ginny thought. It was a blood curling, ear-piercing scream. It was so high pitched that it reminded her of the first day of her Second Year, when the Fat Lady began to sing, pretending she could break the glass. This time, it wasn’t an act, nobody was pretending, at the very least it wasn’t a dream.

     Before she could stop herself, she was skipping every two steps up the stairs, her legs racing, hair flying behind her.

     The corridors were dimly lit, with all the curtains closed and the only source of light coming from candles at infrequent intervals. Her pace kept fast, Ginny passed one classroom after another, each of which were totally empty. “Help me. Please help me!” A raspy voice franticly called. “BE QUITE YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!” Another voice threatened. Ginny finally reached the room and found a Death Eater. She couldn’t put a name to the voice, she couldn’t see her face because, the woman… she was… cloaked.

     Every moment that occurred in the dream slowly came back to her, the running, the classroom hunting, the classroom itself, the girl… the Death Eater. She figured that if everything else in the dream was the same, then the woman in the cloak would be also. Bellatrix Lestrange stood over a girl, who was slim and fragile looking. The girl had a defined jaw line, and each bone in her body was just the same, though some were sticking out at odd angles.

     She was lying in what was presumably her own pool of blood. The 12¾ inch dragon heartstring was pointed at the girl’s throat frighteningly close to her oxygen tubes, while a knife, with a sharpened silver blade was positioned at the girls forearm, near her pulse. Bellatrix cackled, “Hello dear! Come to join?” She laughed her evil, malicious laugh.

     Ginny didn’t run with fear, she didn’t even scream, nothing accidentally escaped her mouth. She just stood in the door with a blank expression, her shadow looming in front of her. “I – told – you!” The girl whispered in between sharp painful breaths. “I’m – not – a – mud – blood. – I’m – a – pure – blood. My – par – ents – are both – magic – al.” She continued.

     “STOP! Just. Stop.” All attention turned to her. “BOMBARDA!” Ginny yelled, causing a couple of tables to explode, just as a distraction. Ginny hurriedly yanked the mirror from her pocket for the second time that evening. “Harry. Third floor. Classroom. Far end of corridor. Bellatrix Lestrange. Hurry!” Shoving the mirror back in her pocket, herself and Bellatrix began to duel. “Avada Kedavra!”

     “Petrificas Totalus!” Both hit dead center of the two of us. Then again. “CRUCIO!” Bellatrix screeched!

     “IMPERIO!” Ginny yelled. Bellatrix paused to laugh.

     “HAHAHA, you filthy blood traitor, I didn’t know you liked to use unforgivable curses. You could have a good life on the dark side, only thing, we don’t except blood like yours. Or people in your family either.” That did it for Ginny. Bellatrix could insult her all she liked, but no way in hell would she insult her family. While Ginny was preparing a spell, Bellatrix shot a curse towards her, giving Ginny not enough time to retaliate.

     The pain from the curse was indescribable. It felt like venom pulsing through her veins. Ginny, screamed, just like the girl motionless on the floor. If Ginny was dying, she wished it could be quicker, less painful, in the company of someone she loved. “DON’T BE A COWARD!” Bellatrix screamed. Her nostrils flared, her heart raced, her eyes squinted as Ginny inhaled desperately. Ginny was so angry she thought steam could’ve been coming out of her ears. She got back up, causing the duel between her and Bellatrix to become more intense.

     She was completely oblivious to the fact that the girl was dying, because all that mattered to Ginny was dueling Bellatrix Lestrange.

     After a momentary pause, where each dueler stood taking deep breaths, Bellatrix’s face suddenly paled. Standing devastated, eyes wide and body rigid, she spoke in the softest whisper, Ginny didn’t understand what had changed. Was she talking to her? “May I just call the Dark Lord?”

     “No need Bellatrix.” Ginny turned her attention to the figures behind her. From behind Harry emerged ten, eleven, twelve others.

     “You’ll be dead, before you leave this castle.” Someone threatened. There was a detected quiver of uncertainty in her voice; a look of fear washed over her face. “Baby Potter wouldn’t dare do anything he’ll regret.”

     “You’re right Bellatrix, I wouldn’t do anything I would regret, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do anything.” Harry said with a desired effect of making everyone feel a little afraid. “Like I said Potter, you’ll never catch me!” She cackled, disapparating on the spot. They all just stood stunned, not knowing how Bellatrix had disapparated inside Hogwarts.

     “Help…” The girl whimpered. Ginny instantly ran to her side. With a frantic sideways glance at the others, Ginny tried to consider everything she should do. “What do I do?” She questioned rhetorically. Ginny, you know what to do. Take a deep breath, clear your mind, help her, you need to finish saving this girl’s life. She deserves a second chance, you can give it to her, help her. “Okay.” Ginny answered her thoughts.

     She cupped the girl’s face in her bloody hands. The girl was whispering what sounded like a whole bunch of jumbled up words; no one would be able to understand. Ginny, sitting in the girl’s own pool of blood, practically covered head to toe in all her blood also, desperately whispered reassurances in her ear. “It’s alright, you’ll be fine, we can help you, we will help you!”

     “See you happened what did just now?” She questioned.

     “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

     “See you happened wh –.” She stopped talking mid sentence.

     “Merlin no! HELP, HELP! NO DON’T STOP TALKING! PLEASE!” Ginny yelled, sobbing into the girl’s shoulder.

     Harry ran to her side. “Ginny, it’s okay, she’ll be okay. You can let go of her, just let go of her.”

     “She’ll brake.” A smile appeared on Harry’s face, whilst he pried her fingers from the girl’s face, leaving her static body. Ginny resumed sobbing whilst in Harry’s arms. “Shhhh.” Harry crooned. Ginny turned to look as something brushed past her. Madam Pomfrey along with a few others who had previously been standing around aimlessly, still recovering from the sight, took her to the Hospital Wing. Ginny followed, walking briskly, face tear smudged, eyes blurry, head still throbbing a bit.

     When they finally reached the Hospital Wing, she was gently placed on a bed, where the sheets had been stripped and a cloth lay over the bed instead. Madam Pomfrey was gathering potions and creams of all sorts, along with her wand. She recited the most effective of the healing incantations then placed the cream on the burns and slashes that looked as if they had be imprinted with dark magic.

     Once Madam Pomfrey had set aside some potion on the bedside table, ready for when the girl woke up, everyone turned to Ginny, but she was speechless. “Ginny…” Harry touched his forefinger to her cheekbone, causing Ginny to realise it stung. “Here.” He placed some sort of cream on it. “Now what happened?”

     “I–, I–, I can’t explain it. It happened all so quickly. I don’t know I was leaving the Great Hall, ‘cause I was tired. I suppose just as I was heading up to Gryffindor Tower I heard it. I knew at once I had to do something. So I ran, following the sound of the scream and once I was in the doorway I heard her whimper. Bellatrix had her wand I think it was to her throat and a knife to her forearm. Then she saw me and we started to duel. She Crucioed me, but I somehow fought it off. Then we continued to duel and her face suddenly turned pale and I knew you had answered the mirror.” Whilst everyone was distracted talking about what happened, Harry pulled Ginny into the corner. “Ginny, your dream.”

     “What you don’t think I didn’t notice?” Ginny snapped.

     “Of course I did, but what does this mean?”

     “It means nothing Harry. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” Ginny turned away, but Harry pulled her back. “Ginny this means something.”

     “No it doesn’t and you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone. Harry promise me.”

     “I promise.”

     “Good. No one can know. As far as this conversation goes, well it doesn’t. This doesn’t mean anything.” Everyone was eyeing them as they returned.

     Now as Ginny looked each person in the eye, she realised there was an irreplaceable look on Ron’s face. “Ginny, what made you do it? Why did it just happen to be you?”

      “I– I…”

      “Is there anything the both of you need to tell us?”

     “Of course not Ron.” Harry replied a little too quickly.

     “Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind telling us what you were talking about just a moment ago.”

     “Actually, I would, because it’s NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” Ginny yelled. Hermione was about to state something when Ginny stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. 

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