Not My Eden

Her bed had been wheeled into a small quarantine room in the south end of the hospital wing. There another bed had waited, and from in that room the magic would be weaved. Draco eased himself down upon the empty bed’s mattress; his tail of blonde flipped over one shoulder. From the front of the small room, stood Dumbledore, eyes gone slightly icy as he rose his wand. Draco gave a nod, glancing over briefly to the figure of red curls beside him.

From the tip of the wand, came a mist of green and a mist of red. The green rightfully spread its self over Draco’s body from head to toe. The scent given off from the green mist was of pine and winter, inhaled deeply causing his eyelids to droop. The red mist gave off the smells of summer, and a type of flowery scent, spreading its self over Ginny and taken in by her slow raspy breaths. Soon the world around them faded, and Draco could only hear the sounds of words being murmured from a distance.

Perhaps it wasn’t so far really, only a few feet...no, now it was, gone...

His ears instead filled with a distinct humming, a soft silky hum made by a human obviously. The tune floated through his ears and circled around his eyes in the form of green smoke..or was it water? None the less it was a fluid motion of greens dragging him towards the humming. The humming turned to words, and whispers, and said things in a language not known to the human ear. The smoky water had formed vaguely familiar shapes, that filled his mind with scenes of a place he had once loved.

The green fanned out, forming hills and ridges of a natural landscape. Grassy plains exploded before Draco’s eyes, and the earth took shape under his very feet. His feet...he had on a pair of sneakers? Since when did Draco even own a pair...but non-the less he wore a pair of squeaky Nikes’. His whole body seemed alienated to him, as he was clothed in gray sweats. His hair had been pulled back in a low ponytail, and was he...sweating? It was awfully humid, almost foggy really. Perhaps the smoke hadn’t cleared enough.

The other times he had gone through this process, it had been with children. The smoke usually cleared in seconds, but here it lingered like foggy dew over the plains he saw. Yes he did recognize this land, with its coasts of roaring waters and shady wood not so far off. This was a part of Ireland, obviously a place of comfort for the girl.

The girl, Ginny? Where was she? Draco turned about searching the vast empty countryside finding nothing but earth. The humming hadn’t stopped, and in fact, it was louder than before. A distinct voice, and no wonder it wasn’t a language he knew, because it didn’t seem to be a real language at all. A slight gibberish made up off of.... Her tongue.

He had turned around to face where he originally first looked, for not so far away he had found what he was searching for. She was extremely pale, even for her usual standards her skin seemed to glow a snowy white. Along the flesh freckles were sprinkled, giving off the same glow you would get from being out in the cold too long. The dress she wore seemed to be of a rich silk material just from the looks of it, like a nightgown or sorts with skinny straps across her delicately curved shoulders, and the flowing white silk tumbling down her curves in a most alluring way.

It was almost funny, he was in sweats, and she silk. She seemed colorless except for three things. Her hair was like curls of liquid -ruby- it sparkled it gleamed it screamed. Her eyes were the most brilliant shade of green. A jade was the first word that popped into his head. Around that frail neck, a black collar had been strapped and tied to a steel chain stretching all the way into the woods a few feet behind her. Draco watched as she hummed to her self, and sung unknown words to the foggy sky above. Both hands had been placed behind her back and she swayed from foot to foot, staring and perhaps...waiting? Did she know he was even coming? Was that what she was waiting for?

He stood high, and suddenly began to walk from his place of silence upon the grassy hill. It seemed she -didn’t- know he was coming. Or that he was even there... Her head snapped in his direction the moment his sneakers squeaked. Those jade eyes widened and she opened her mouth, but nothing but song came out in those nonsensical words. Her hands made movement to go to her throat, but they would not move. The same chain hooked to her collar had shackled her wrists.

Draco stopped in mid stride and watched as she tried to move but could only sing. He hardly noticed the shadow from the woods creeping up along behind her. It finally hit him it was even there when the shadow engulfed her bare feet. Vines began to grown from where she stood and entangled themselves over her feet and ankles. Her dress quickly went from white to black in the movements of the vines. It was too late, by the time she finally could say anything the vines had nearly covered her entire body, and began working on her mouth.

“Tom..!”

She was completely covered from head to toe and deep green vines, thorns shooting out from all sides.

Draco’s mind went blank. No child had ever imagined something like this while Draco was there. But he had to remember this was no child, but a very lost young woman. The Form of vines disappeared in a snap, and left Draco to stare at a newly made cobblestone path that lead into the woods. With a squeak of his sneakers, Draco began on the path into Ginny Weasley’s mind.