Not My Eden

A sudden whimper, that sounded so unnatural to the human ear, caused the girls to raise their eyebrows in mild contemplation. They had just come back from an early breakfast in the Great Hall, when they had suddenly heard the small cry made from a secluded Four poster. This particular Four Poster was happily shunted too the far left of the other beds in the seventh year girls' dorms. All knowingly, with its shadowed frame, the girls figured it was the only person who’d actually make such a repulsive sound.

Ginny Weasley.

At first it was ignored, because it was the easiest route in such a situation. Then, it was thought about as yet another sound was made, just slightly louder. By now most of the girls had gotten annoyed with the Red head’s antics, and each whispered among each other on whether or not they should actually ignore her still.

“You go see what's up... You know she -hates- me”

“She hates everybody, don’t be stupid.”

“Yes but she doesn’t hate you as much. Anyways, as much as it thrills me that she's in any discomfort, It’s quite annoying...”

“Ugh fi-”

Before the final statement was made, their eyebrows all arched once more as the bed frame gave a squeaky, and violent shake. They all knew it wasn’t the -bed- that shook so much, but it was the shadowed figure having convulsions within it. All small and big differences were forgotten for a moment of pure fear, as two of the girls ran to Ginny’s bed and shoved the side curtain back on the bed. Every mouth dropped open, and one screech filled the suddenly cold air.

“GINNY!?!”

The pale freckled face seemed nearly snowy, an unnatural state for a living girl. She had given one final full body shake, making the same gurgled cry as before, until wide jaded oculars fell shut and she had stopped moving entirely. A hand slid off the bed side, and was grasped quickly as two fingers tried to find a pulse.

Beat.....pause.......Beat...pause.......beat.....

“Someone help me, she needs to go tot he hospital wing now!”

The twinkle of Blue eyes had left as they peered over half-moon glasses, onto the frame of a Gryffindor he knew well. She looked so fragile, as if she would break into a million pieces at any moment now. Albus Dumbledore let out a defeated sigh, as he had known in the back of his mind this was a big possibility.

Being possessed didn’t always turn out just dandy like people believed. Magic didn’t always cure things right away, and sometimes very important things were totally unaccounted for. Like the missing pages from the diary.

Madam Pomfrey scuttled into the infirmary, and positioned her self over the porcelain red head. She tusked under her breath, and allowed her fingers to open one eye. Muttering a small spell, she watched as a sort of twinkle in Ginny’s eye floated upward and began to expand into a picture...before it faded into a black cloud and fell back into her eye.

Madam Pomfrey stepped back in surprise and placed a hand over her heart.

“Bless me! This girl is -still- possessed... “

“Yes, So it seems Poppy. We need to get a hold of her Parents of course...”

“Right away Headmaster...”

Madame Pomfrey hustled away, and the opening of doors was heard. Hushed whispers came into play, and soon another figure was entering the infirmary. A tall lanky man, had come to stand beside Dumbledore, a mane of platinum held back in a sweeping low ponytail over his shoulder. Cold gray hued eyes gazed over the red head with no expression what so ever.

“Mr. Malfoy...thank you for coming on such short notice.”

“Yes, this is the girl? Isn’t this a Weas- isn’t this Virginia Weasley Headmaster?”

“Indeed... I'm sure you are familiar with her past...”

“Yes, of course. But what exactly am I to do about this... I'm only a..”

“Rookie? But you are also the only one who knows of this technique that can actually help her.”

Draco let a sigh escape his lips and he turned his back to the girl to peer out a neighboring window. His face still remained emotionless, and his hands clasped together behind his back to hide any anxiety.

“ I’ve tried this, with children before....never with a grown woman. There...are some risks...”

“I know, but her parents do not. It seems they’ve never known how hurt their daughter is. You’ll have to explain this to them.”

“Right...”

Draco’s hands twisted this way and that even more so, as a sudden Loud rambling could be heard coming through the door.

“What's wrong with my precious?! Where is she?!”

The Weasleys had come.