White as Death

White as Death

By Eskarina

He walked around the battle, looking for her. He smiled to himself. It looked more like a graveyard than a battlefield. Around him, green flashes of light hit people. Around him, people were yelling "Avada Kedavra." Around him, people were falling to the ground.

Death.

Rain was falling from the sky. He smiled to himself again. Even God was crying. If a God existed.

He doubted it.

He looked around for a flash of red. Nothing could have happened to her could it? He shook his head. No, she was too strong and too careful. But where could she be? He had to think about it. Where would she go? Who would she hunt? It wasn't that hard a question. He knew exactly whom she hunted. He knew exactly whom she wanted to kill.

She was always there, where there was a chance to kill one of her brothers or any other relative, for that matter. She was probably looking after her father this time. Him or her mother. Probably both, he thought.

"Draco," a voice yelled, and he turned around to see the owner of the voice. He couldn't see her face for the mask, but he knew who it was. He was one of the people who knew this woman best. After all, she had been his best friend for many years.

"Have you found her, Pansy?" he asked.

"Yeah. And she's not alone," she giggled. "Come."

Draco ran quickly after Pansy. She was right. There she stood, his angel, wrapped in the black cloak with red spots of blood. Her face was hidden behind the mask. Her red hair tumbled down over her shoulders.

She was beautiful.

At her feet's lay two people, their faces shinning with horror. Blots of blood were dotted their robes. The man was holding his wife close to him, like he wanted to protect her from the death. But he couldn't. They all knew that.

His angel turned her face towards him when he called at her. Slowly, she pulled her mask away and smiled at him. He did the same.

The woman screamed. They all ignored her.

"I see Pansy found you," Ginny said and kissed him.

"Well, I didn't want to miss this."

She giggled.

"Why?" whispered the woman. She was crying.

Ginny rose an eyebrow. "Why not, Mother?" she said, smiling. She sat herself at the earth and looked at the woman. "Why not?" she asked again.

Her mother cried. "This is not you, Ginny," she whispered. Her husband held her closer, and she cried harder. Ginny looked at her with pity on her face. "This is not the Ginny I knew," cried her mother in to her father's shoulder.

Ginny smiled sweetly and took her mother's face between her hands. "Let me tell you a secret, Mother," she whispered. "You never knew the real Ginny." She kissed her mother's forehead and rose from the earth.

"You don't belong with them, Ginny," her father said, whispering. It looked like he was in pain. Some of the blood, Draco thought, belongs probably to him. Or maybe he was just in pain over the fact that his beloved daughter wanted to kill them? Draco shook his head. It didn't matter. Not to him. Only she mattered to him.

Ginny smiled sweetly again. "You are wrong, Father," she said and turned her back against him. She went over to Draco, kissed him and turned her face against her father again. Draco knew what she wanted him to do, and he wrapped his arms around her. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. She giggled. "You are very, very wrong, Father."

Pansy and her friends, Blaise and Millie, walked over and stood around them. Slowly they pulled their masks off of their faces. Ginny's mother gave out a cry when she saw Blaise. Blaise was the one who had killed one of her sons, George, two days ago. Blaise smiled wickedly. Ginny giggled.

"I belong here," she said. "I belong with them."

Draco gave her a kiss on the cheek again and took his arms away from her. She walked slowly over to her parents again. "And you, my dear parents," she said, smiling. She licked her lips. "You belong with the death." She raised her wand, and whispered, "Farewell."

Then she threw the spell.

Many people had died at her hands. Many people had that spell killed.

Many people.

The flash of green light shot out of her wand and hit her father. Again the spell was whispered, and this time it hit her mother.

"Farewell," Ginny repeated with a smile. She looked happy, and Draco wrapped his arms around her again. Again he gave her a kiss.

"It was beautiful, Love. Simply beautiful," he whispered in her ear and she giggled with her beautiful, red lips.

Her skin was pale, white.

He smiled and kissed her again.

White as Death.

That was what she was. An angel of Death. So beautiful. So powerful.

His angel of death...