Post by sake1 on Sept 29, 2006 9:11:10 GMT -5
Title: In the garden
Author: Sake1
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did I wouldn’t be sitting in star bucks at 5 o’clock in the morning writing this. The idea for this fic resulted in not sleeping and reading the Spander story ‘Fisi Mtima’ by frk_werewolf. Oh, and the spell that is used here is from my own mind but the words are from ‘No Good deed’ from Wicked.
Summery: The fight between light and dark has taken its toile. The inner fight between the Id and the super-Ego.
Prologue:
“No!” Ginny screamed at Hermione who stood there in the door way of Grimwald place looking ill at ease.
“There was nothing I could do to stop them. There where just too many…” Hermione voice was hollow and empty sounding in Ginny’s ears.
“No!” Ginny turned on her heel and ran down the hallway ignoring the screaming portrait of Mrs. Black. She ran until she came to the library and slammed the door shut with out even touching it with her hands. She felt a cold and empty feeling creeping up her spin. It was happening again, all over again. She wanted to cry, to scream, to cures the gods, to beg and plead someone to protect her loved ones…but she had done it all before. The war should have ended years ago, when Harry destroyed Voldermort, but it hadn’t. The Order had foolishly assumed that once the leader was gone that the Deatheaters would run. Voldermort had become an idea, a lifestyle to the Deatheaters and they had elected a new leader and continued.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Ginny muttered like a mantra. She had felt this empty cold every time someone she loved was taken from her. She had felt it when Harry dumped her, she had felt it when her parents had been murdered, she had felt it when Fred and George had died fighting Deatheaters, she had felt it when Bill, Charlie and Percy had been tortured, she felt it when Harry had been put in a coma, and she felt it now as she thought of what those bastards where going to do with Ron.
“Ginny?” Hermione tapped on the door.
“Leave me alone.” Ginny said.
“Ginny you have to understand there was nothing I could do, nothing anyone could. There were too many for us to fight.” Hermione said threw the door. “I don’t know any spells that would have protected Ron.”
“Protect…” Ginny walked over to the book shelf and grabbed out an old looking leather book with a heart crossed with two roses on the cover. She flipped open the book and went to the bookmarked page. She looked at the words on the page that weren’t anything she recognized. She looked at the scribbled hand writing next to the top, ‘Protection spell…Blood, circle, chant.’ Ginny ran to the shelf in the wardrobe at the corner of the room and grabbed out a bottle of red liquid and a white powder.
“Ginny?” Hermione asked knocking on the door.
Ginny sat on the floor with the book open and drew a circle with the white powder and poured the blood on to the points of the circle at North, East, West and south. Then Ginny dipped her finger into the blood and drew the blood on her cheeks just like the diagram in the book .
“Ginny?! Ginny open the door!” Hermione knocked more urgently.
Ginny closed her eyes and sat down in the circle. She felt a fizzle go past her and the hair stood on the back of her neck. She felt the cold emptiness inside her ache painfully against her chest and she began to chant. “Eleka nahmen, nahmen Ah tum ah tum Eleka nahmen Eleka nahmen, nahmen Ah tum ah tum Eleka nahmen.” Ginny chanted feeling the air crackle with each word.
“Ginny!” Hermione yelled grabbing out her wand and blasting the door open of the library. What she saw when she entered made her blood run cold. Ginny sat in the middle of a glowing blue circle with her hair floating above her shoulders and blood drawn on her cheeks. “Noo…” Hermione whispered.
“Eleka nahmen, nahmen Ah tum ah tum Eleka nahmen Eleka nahmen, nahmen Ah tum ah tum Eleka: Eleka…” Ginny opened her eyes that were pure black and lifted her hand and slammed in against the floor. The circle started to write symbols Hermione knew were not used in light magic. Ginny slumped with a thud and the circle was gone and there was a cold chill that ran threw Hermione’s body.
“Ginny…What have you done?”
Author: Sake1
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did I wouldn’t be sitting in star bucks at 5 o’clock in the morning writing this. The idea for this fic resulted in not sleeping and reading the Spander story ‘Fisi Mtima’ by frk_werewolf. Oh, and the spell that is used here is from my own mind but the words are from ‘No Good deed’ from Wicked.
Summery: The fight between light and dark has taken its toile. The inner fight between the Id and the super-Ego.
Prologue:
“No!” Ginny screamed at Hermione who stood there in the door way of Grimwald place looking ill at ease.
“There was nothing I could do to stop them. There where just too many…” Hermione voice was hollow and empty sounding in Ginny’s ears.
“No!” Ginny turned on her heel and ran down the hallway ignoring the screaming portrait of Mrs. Black. She ran until she came to the library and slammed the door shut with out even touching it with her hands. She felt a cold and empty feeling creeping up her spin. It was happening again, all over again. She wanted to cry, to scream, to cures the gods, to beg and plead someone to protect her loved ones…but she had done it all before. The war should have ended years ago, when Harry destroyed Voldermort, but it hadn’t. The Order had foolishly assumed that once the leader was gone that the Deatheaters would run. Voldermort had become an idea, a lifestyle to the Deatheaters and they had elected a new leader and continued.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Ginny muttered like a mantra. She had felt this empty cold every time someone she loved was taken from her. She had felt it when Harry dumped her, she had felt it when her parents had been murdered, she had felt it when Fred and George had died fighting Deatheaters, she had felt it when Bill, Charlie and Percy had been tortured, she felt it when Harry had been put in a coma, and she felt it now as she thought of what those bastards where going to do with Ron.
“Ginny?” Hermione tapped on the door.
“Leave me alone.” Ginny said.
“Ginny you have to understand there was nothing I could do, nothing anyone could. There were too many for us to fight.” Hermione said threw the door. “I don’t know any spells that would have protected Ron.”
“Protect…” Ginny walked over to the book shelf and grabbed out an old looking leather book with a heart crossed with two roses on the cover. She flipped open the book and went to the bookmarked page. She looked at the words on the page that weren’t anything she recognized. She looked at the scribbled hand writing next to the top, ‘Protection spell…Blood, circle, chant.’ Ginny ran to the shelf in the wardrobe at the corner of the room and grabbed out a bottle of red liquid and a white powder.
“Ginny?” Hermione asked knocking on the door.
Ginny sat on the floor with the book open and drew a circle with the white powder and poured the blood on to the points of the circle at North, East, West and south. Then Ginny dipped her finger into the blood and drew the blood on her cheeks just like the diagram in the book .
“Ginny?! Ginny open the door!” Hermione knocked more urgently.
Ginny closed her eyes and sat down in the circle. She felt a fizzle go past her and the hair stood on the back of her neck. She felt the cold emptiness inside her ache painfully against her chest and she began to chant. “Eleka nahmen, nahmen Ah tum ah tum Eleka nahmen Eleka nahmen, nahmen Ah tum ah tum Eleka nahmen.” Ginny chanted feeling the air crackle with each word.
“Ginny!” Hermione yelled grabbing out her wand and blasting the door open of the library. What she saw when she entered made her blood run cold. Ginny sat in the middle of a glowing blue circle with her hair floating above her shoulders and blood drawn on her cheeks. “Noo…” Hermione whispered.
“Eleka nahmen, nahmen Ah tum ah tum Eleka nahmen Eleka nahmen, nahmen Ah tum ah tum Eleka: Eleka…” Ginny opened her eyes that were pure black and lifted her hand and slammed in against the floor. The circle started to write symbols Hermione knew were not used in light magic. Ginny slumped with a thud and the circle was gone and there was a cold chill that ran threw Hermione’s body.
“Ginny…What have you done?”
