Chapter 9- United and reunited
Chapter 9- United and reunited.
Ginny was in her dorm room, staring out the window. Autumn had arrived and with it, never ending rain and gloomy days. It seemed to fit her mood though. She was feeling gloomy herself.
Since she had fainted, a few weeks ago, she had not been herself. She had been seeing that strange room over and over again. It just appeared in front of her no matter where she was. It appeared in the Great Hall, it appeared in classes, it even appeared in the bathroom, and then it would vanish as mysteriously as it came…
Nobody else seemed to notice it, only her, and it was scaring her out of her wits. Was it Tom trying to get back in her head? Or was she going nuts?
Caelum was flying back and forth in his small cage, as if he sensed his mistress’ mood. Ginny opened the cage and let him out. She didn’t like seeing him entrapped. If owls could fly around why couldn’t he?
She had let him free right on the first day of school. She just opened the window and let him out. She couldn’t stand the thought of ever being entrapped, so she decided never to have a pet that needed to be in a cage. But to her surprise, Caelum just came back through the window, and rested on her shoulder.
So he was out of the cage most of the time, and he made Ginny feel that she had some company, and it cheered her up.
She looked out of the window in to the forbidden forest. There was an owl fighting against the wind trying to get to the castle. The poor thing was soaked and it was having a hard time to fly. Soon after, it disappeared in to one of the many castle towers.
‘Ginny, are you coming to lunch?’-asked Patricia from the doorway.
‘Sure.’-she said as she got out of the window still.
The two girls made their way to the Great Hall to sit with their friends and loaded their plates.
They were talking about the odds of their Quidditch team winning against Ravenclaw, when something peculiar happened that got the attention of the whole Hall.
McGonagall was running down the Hall in a most undignified manner, holding her hat in place with one hand and holding something with the other.
She ran all the way up to the high table and gave what looked like a letter to Dumbledore.
He opened it with the eyes of all the students upon him. And the teachers eyes as well.
Though some were trying to disguise it, it was obvious that they had there attention on Dumbledore. In fact professor Sprout had her fork halfway to her mouth, dropping the scrambled egg she was about to eat, and professor Sinistra was filling her glass with water and it was now overflowing.
After he read whatever it was that was in that letter, he rose from his chair so quickly that it startled the whole Hall. Then without a word he made his way to the exit, and as soon as he got out the whole Hall burst in to talk.
Professor Sprout took a bite at the empty fork, and Professor Sinistra vanished the water with her wand, while the rest of the high table talked.
The Gryffindor table was no exception to the talk that was going around the Hall.
Hermione leaned in on GInny and whispered in her ear:
‘Harry had a nightmare last night.’
Ginny hid a shudder. Something terrible had happened, and as the rest of the table was speculating, it was probably a Death Eater attack.
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Voldemort lay on his bed, closed his eyes and concentrated. She should be asleep by now, and this time he knew he would be able to break the Hogwarts’ wards. And get to her mind.
He let himself slip in to darkness, feeling more and more her presence. Then with his mind he created the atmosphere that he wanted her in.
He recreated the Great Hall of Hogwarts, but shaped it to look different. There were no tables, no banners with the Hogwarts’ crest, and above all no one else to disturb him.
He was tempted for a moment to put Dumbledore’s head on a stick, but though he would find it amusing to no end, she might get frightened.
O well, maybe some other time.
He could feel the connection between her and himself grow stronger. She was asleep, and he made her wake up in to this new dream.
Ginny was in the middle of the Great Hall, looking around in surprise.
He couldn’t help to watch her for a moment. She was confused and frightened, and deep down she knew he was watching her. He chuckled as she tried to open the doors of the Great Hall, but failed. Then she tried to open the door that was at the other side of the Hall, but failed again. It was impossible to open those doors. They led nowhere.
He made his way to her while she had her back turned. He wanted to surprise her but she must have felt his presence because she turned around and gasped.
She backed away from him, her face filled with fear and surprise. But he was the one in charge in this dream, and with a wave of his hand he pulled her to him and grabbed her thin waist.
He looked in to her eyes and saw that she was about to cry. He couldn’t help but to chuckle when he saw her fear. She should know that he wouldn’t hurt her. She was too precious for that.
He ran a hand down her cheek, smiling at the pleasure that simple touch gave him. Then he noticed a tear falling from her eye, and he cleaned it gently with his finger.
‘No need to cry.’-he said tenderly-‘I won’t harm you. I just want to be with you.’
‘Why won’t you leave me alone?’-she asked him, while she tried to get free from his embrace.
‘Would you really like me to leave you alone? Who do you have besides me?’
He waved his hand again and this time music started to play out off nowhere. It sounded like a music box, playing a romantic but yet sad tune.
He grabbed Ginny’s hand, and let the other one free, and started to dance slowly. She seemed to be taken aback but after a few spins she looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
‘What are you doing?’-she asked, looking bewildered.
‘Dancing. Isn’t it obvious?’
‘Are you mad?’
‘No. I just wanted to do this for a long time…’
They turned and danced around the Hall. Ginny really couldn’t help but to dance along with him, feeling dizzy with the sudden turns. He wanted her to feel dizzy. It would make it easier for him to get what he wanted.
He sent her feelings of comfort and lust, and he tried to charm her mind to focus on nothing but him. He had almost succeeded before, and now it would be even easier.
The music ended and Voldemort leaned in on Ginny. He wanted so much to kiss her. Her lips were red like her hair, and full, and he wanted nothing more then to taste them.
He put a hand behind her head, to keep her from turning away. She looked confused and tried to resist him, but the sensations that were passing between them were blinding her conscious, and letting her body take control. He leaned in and united his lips with her.
It was like a rush of power emanating from her body to his, and he could feel his own power going to her. He opened his lips and tried to open hers with his tongue. She resisted a little, but the sensations were overwhelming, and she could not fight them. She opened her mouth to him and he took the advantage to explore.
He brushed his tongue against hers and then softly over her lips and he heard her moaning. She was delicious and he just couldn't get enough. He ravaged her mouth while she melted away in his arms. He had her body now.
There was no going back for her, ever again...
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Ginny woke up suddenly in her bed. The bed curtains were closed and there was no sound in the dormitory but her classmate’s snores.
She couldn’t believe what had happened. She had let him kiss her! And on top of it all, she had liked it! Her body was still shaking from the kiss they had shared.
And she wasn’t just shaking, she could feel him running through her veins, feel his power. And her skin was hot in the places where he had touched her.
She ran to the bathroom, turned on the cold water tap and wet her face. Her heart was still racing and her mind was panicking. She was in Hogwarts and he had entered her dream. This couldn’t be… It was just not possible.
She went back to her bed, and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was six in the morning…. As soon as the day braked she was going to find Dumbledore and tell him everything.
She was way in over her head now.
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Ginny was in the Great Hall, having breakfast in silence. She was still nervous because of the dream, and being in the Great Hall didn’t help.
She was eating slowly, and waiting for Dumbledore to appear. He had not shown at breakfast yet. The sound of owls filled the Hall, as they delivered the morning mail, and Ginny noticed some of the owls were bringing copies of the Daily Prophet.
One of the owls landed in front of Hermione, and as she paid the bird, Harry unfolded the newspaper. There were simultaneous gasps all over the Hall. Everyone in the Gryffindor table got closer to whoever had a newspaper, and soon everyone was reading the same news out loud.
“Death Eaters attack in the muggle world.”
“There have been several attacks yesterday, conducted by Death Eaters. These attacks occurred all over England, in several what muggles call “Antique Shops”. Six in total were attacked and there are no survivors. Several muggle witnesses had to be obliviated, as soon as the aurors could make the several dark marks disappear.”
Harry stopped reading and looked at the table. Everyone had their eyes on him, and Ginny knew how much he hated to be the centre of attention.
He folded the paper again and handed it back to Hermione. She opened it and placed it in front of her while she ate.
Ginny had the slight suspicion that Dumbledore would be to busy for her today. So, as it was Sunday, she went to the library to do some research for her homework.
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The rained had stopped, and the forest was filled with a strange mist, and only a lonely figure was walking through the shadows.
As it reached the edge of the forest he took something from the pocket of his robes. He held a small silver ball, and tapped it with his wand. The ball began to glow in a faint light, but the figure did not seemed satisfied with the result.
Voldemort lowered his hood and looked at the castle. He could feel Ginny, since she was not too far. Since he had kissed her in the dream the connection they shared was stronger. He knew she could feel him as well, but probably did not understand what it meant.
He wanted to take her with him, but he couldn’t simply walk in to the school, pick her up and leave. But maybe… maybe she could come to him. It was late and the students were all asleep. Why not give it a try.
He stretched his arm towards the castle, and concentrated. He couldn’t enter her mind for that would leave him far too exposed. So he simply called out to her. It was like sending a message through his consciousness. He wanted her here, and he would make her come.
He could feel her getting up, and getting out of bed. He could sense her every step through the cold floor, sending shivers up her spine as well as his. And he could feel her coming closer and closer with every step she took.
He sensed that she was almost reaching the entrance of the common room. But suddenly something stopped her, and the connection was brutally broken.
It was like waking up from a warm dream to a harsh reality.
He looked around and made his departure, as he feared that he had exposed himself to much. But he would try again.
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Ginny was in the common room, standing near the entrance, and cursing while she grabbed her bloody feet. Somehow she had sleepwalked to the common room, and stepped on a sleeping Crookshanks.
He had immediately bitten her leg, which was now bleeding. She ran to the bathroom to clean the wound, but stopped when she felt a familiar presence. She walked to the window with a sense of foreboding. There on the brim of the forest was a figure of what looked like a man. She couldn’t see who it was, but somehow she knew who it was.
Suddenly he disappeared.
Ginny sat on one of the sofas, and cleaned her face from the tears that had appeared. She had to tell Dumbledore, this was going too far. And she was going to tell him as soon as she saw him, no matter what!
Ginny was in her dorm room, staring out the window. Autumn had arrived and with it, never ending rain and gloomy days. It seemed to fit her mood though. She was feeling gloomy herself.
Since she had fainted, a few weeks ago, she had not been herself. She had been seeing that strange room over and over again. It just appeared in front of her no matter where she was. It appeared in the Great Hall, it appeared in classes, it even appeared in the bathroom, and then it would vanish as mysteriously as it came…
Nobody else seemed to notice it, only her, and it was scaring her out of her wits. Was it Tom trying to get back in her head? Or was she going nuts?
Caelum was flying back and forth in his small cage, as if he sensed his mistress’ mood. Ginny opened the cage and let him out. She didn’t like seeing him entrapped. If owls could fly around why couldn’t he?
She had let him free right on the first day of school. She just opened the window and let him out. She couldn’t stand the thought of ever being entrapped, so she decided never to have a pet that needed to be in a cage. But to her surprise, Caelum just came back through the window, and rested on her shoulder.
So he was out of the cage most of the time, and he made Ginny feel that she had some company, and it cheered her up.
She looked out of the window in to the forbidden forest. There was an owl fighting against the wind trying to get to the castle. The poor thing was soaked and it was having a hard time to fly. Soon after, it disappeared in to one of the many castle towers.
‘Ginny, are you coming to lunch?’-asked Patricia from the doorway.
‘Sure.’-she said as she got out of the window still.
The two girls made their way to the Great Hall to sit with their friends and loaded their plates.
They were talking about the odds of their Quidditch team winning against Ravenclaw, when something peculiar happened that got the attention of the whole Hall.
McGonagall was running down the Hall in a most undignified manner, holding her hat in place with one hand and holding something with the other.
She ran all the way up to the high table and gave what looked like a letter to Dumbledore.
He opened it with the eyes of all the students upon him. And the teachers eyes as well.
Though some were trying to disguise it, it was obvious that they had there attention on Dumbledore. In fact professor Sprout had her fork halfway to her mouth, dropping the scrambled egg she was about to eat, and professor Sinistra was filling her glass with water and it was now overflowing.
After he read whatever it was that was in that letter, he rose from his chair so quickly that it startled the whole Hall. Then without a word he made his way to the exit, and as soon as he got out the whole Hall burst in to talk.
Professor Sprout took a bite at the empty fork, and Professor Sinistra vanished the water with her wand, while the rest of the high table talked.
The Gryffindor table was no exception to the talk that was going around the Hall.
Hermione leaned in on GInny and whispered in her ear:
‘Harry had a nightmare last night.’
Ginny hid a shudder. Something terrible had happened, and as the rest of the table was speculating, it was probably a Death Eater attack.
*******************************************************
Voldemort lay on his bed, closed his eyes and concentrated. She should be asleep by now, and this time he knew he would be able to break the Hogwarts’ wards. And get to her mind.
He let himself slip in to darkness, feeling more and more her presence. Then with his mind he created the atmosphere that he wanted her in.
He recreated the Great Hall of Hogwarts, but shaped it to look different. There were no tables, no banners with the Hogwarts’ crest, and above all no one else to disturb him.
He was tempted for a moment to put Dumbledore’s head on a stick, but though he would find it amusing to no end, she might get frightened.
O well, maybe some other time.
He could feel the connection between her and himself grow stronger. She was asleep, and he made her wake up in to this new dream.
Ginny was in the middle of the Great Hall, looking around in surprise.
He couldn’t help to watch her for a moment. She was confused and frightened, and deep down she knew he was watching her. He chuckled as she tried to open the doors of the Great Hall, but failed. Then she tried to open the door that was at the other side of the Hall, but failed again. It was impossible to open those doors. They led nowhere.
He made his way to her while she had her back turned. He wanted to surprise her but she must have felt his presence because she turned around and gasped.
She backed away from him, her face filled with fear and surprise. But he was the one in charge in this dream, and with a wave of his hand he pulled her to him and grabbed her thin waist.
He looked in to her eyes and saw that she was about to cry. He couldn’t help but to chuckle when he saw her fear. She should know that he wouldn’t hurt her. She was too precious for that.
He ran a hand down her cheek, smiling at the pleasure that simple touch gave him. Then he noticed a tear falling from her eye, and he cleaned it gently with his finger.
‘No need to cry.’-he said tenderly-‘I won’t harm you. I just want to be with you.’
‘Why won’t you leave me alone?’-she asked him, while she tried to get free from his embrace.
‘Would you really like me to leave you alone? Who do you have besides me?’
He waved his hand again and this time music started to play out off nowhere. It sounded like a music box, playing a romantic but yet sad tune.
He grabbed Ginny’s hand, and let the other one free, and started to dance slowly. She seemed to be taken aback but after a few spins she looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
‘What are you doing?’-she asked, looking bewildered.
‘Dancing. Isn’t it obvious?’
‘Are you mad?’
‘No. I just wanted to do this for a long time…’
They turned and danced around the Hall. Ginny really couldn’t help but to dance along with him, feeling dizzy with the sudden turns. He wanted her to feel dizzy. It would make it easier for him to get what he wanted.
He sent her feelings of comfort and lust, and he tried to charm her mind to focus on nothing but him. He had almost succeeded before, and now it would be even easier.
The music ended and Voldemort leaned in on Ginny. He wanted so much to kiss her. Her lips were red like her hair, and full, and he wanted nothing more then to taste them.
He put a hand behind her head, to keep her from turning away. She looked confused and tried to resist him, but the sensations that were passing between them were blinding her conscious, and letting her body take control. He leaned in and united his lips with her.
It was like a rush of power emanating from her body to his, and he could feel his own power going to her. He opened his lips and tried to open hers with his tongue. She resisted a little, but the sensations were overwhelming, and she could not fight them. She opened her mouth to him and he took the advantage to explore.
He brushed his tongue against hers and then softly over her lips and he heard her moaning. She was delicious and he just couldn't get enough. He ravaged her mouth while she melted away in his arms. He had her body now.
There was no going back for her, ever again...
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Ginny woke up suddenly in her bed. The bed curtains were closed and there was no sound in the dormitory but her classmate’s snores.
She couldn’t believe what had happened. She had let him kiss her! And on top of it all, she had liked it! Her body was still shaking from the kiss they had shared.
And she wasn’t just shaking, she could feel him running through her veins, feel his power. And her skin was hot in the places where he had touched her.
She ran to the bathroom, turned on the cold water tap and wet her face. Her heart was still racing and her mind was panicking. She was in Hogwarts and he had entered her dream. This couldn’t be… It was just not possible.
She went back to her bed, and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was six in the morning…. As soon as the day braked she was going to find Dumbledore and tell him everything.
She was way in over her head now.
**************************************************
Ginny was in the Great Hall, having breakfast in silence. She was still nervous because of the dream, and being in the Great Hall didn’t help.
She was eating slowly, and waiting for Dumbledore to appear. He had not shown at breakfast yet. The sound of owls filled the Hall, as they delivered the morning mail, and Ginny noticed some of the owls were bringing copies of the Daily Prophet.
One of the owls landed in front of Hermione, and as she paid the bird, Harry unfolded the newspaper. There were simultaneous gasps all over the Hall. Everyone in the Gryffindor table got closer to whoever had a newspaper, and soon everyone was reading the same news out loud.
“Death Eaters attack in the muggle world.”
“There have been several attacks yesterday, conducted by Death Eaters. These attacks occurred all over England, in several what muggles call “Antique Shops”. Six in total were attacked and there are no survivors. Several muggle witnesses had to be obliviated, as soon as the aurors could make the several dark marks disappear.”
Harry stopped reading and looked at the table. Everyone had their eyes on him, and Ginny knew how much he hated to be the centre of attention.
He folded the paper again and handed it back to Hermione. She opened it and placed it in front of her while she ate.
Ginny had the slight suspicion that Dumbledore would be to busy for her today. So, as it was Sunday, she went to the library to do some research for her homework.
*****************************************
The rained had stopped, and the forest was filled with a strange mist, and only a lonely figure was walking through the shadows.
As it reached the edge of the forest he took something from the pocket of his robes. He held a small silver ball, and tapped it with his wand. The ball began to glow in a faint light, but the figure did not seemed satisfied with the result.
Voldemort lowered his hood and looked at the castle. He could feel Ginny, since she was not too far. Since he had kissed her in the dream the connection they shared was stronger. He knew she could feel him as well, but probably did not understand what it meant.
He wanted to take her with him, but he couldn’t simply walk in to the school, pick her up and leave. But maybe… maybe she could come to him. It was late and the students were all asleep. Why not give it a try.
He stretched his arm towards the castle, and concentrated. He couldn’t enter her mind for that would leave him far too exposed. So he simply called out to her. It was like sending a message through his consciousness. He wanted her here, and he would make her come.
He could feel her getting up, and getting out of bed. He could sense her every step through the cold floor, sending shivers up her spine as well as his. And he could feel her coming closer and closer with every step she took.
He sensed that she was almost reaching the entrance of the common room. But suddenly something stopped her, and the connection was brutally broken.
It was like waking up from a warm dream to a harsh reality.
He looked around and made his departure, as he feared that he had exposed himself to much. But he would try again.
**********************************************
Ginny was in the common room, standing near the entrance, and cursing while she grabbed her bloody feet. Somehow she had sleepwalked to the common room, and stepped on a sleeping Crookshanks.
He had immediately bitten her leg, which was now bleeding. She ran to the bathroom to clean the wound, but stopped when she felt a familiar presence. She walked to the window with a sense of foreboding. There on the brim of the forest was a figure of what looked like a man. She couldn’t see who it was, but somehow she knew who it was.
Suddenly he disappeared.
Ginny sat on one of the sofas, and cleaned her face from the tears that had appeared. She had to tell Dumbledore, this was going too far. And she was going to tell him as soon as she saw him, no matter what!