Ginny The Vampire Slayer

In each generation there is a chosen one.

It is she who must stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness.

She is the Slayer.

Except now there's two......

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Ginny The Vampire Slayer

Season 1, Episode 5: Stalkers

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Dropping her nightdress over her head, Ginny sat down on the edge of her bed and removed her hair clip, shaking the resulting flowing red mass back behind her shoulders. As she did so, she felt a momentary twinge in the back of her brain, like a premonition of danger or the sense of another's presence. It passed as suddenly as it had appeared, but a faint echo of it remained. She looked hastily around her room, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Stupid, she thought to herself, there's nothing here. You're just paranoid.

Ginny put the strange thought from her mind and picked up her wand from the bedside table to perform the nightly adjustment charms for her Animagus transformation. She had responded very well to the initial spells, exceptionally well in fact. Professor McGonagall had been astounded and slightly jealous at her progress, and suggested that being a Slayer probably had something to do with it. James had agreed, reminding her that no Slayer in the past had ever been a witch so their response to spells such as these was unknown. Whatever the reason, Ginny was now on the second level of adjustment. The first had altered her immune system and cells to the point where her body could accept the biochemical changes and magical construction initiated by the second. The spells of the third level would gradually alter subtly as they teased the protean shape stored magically within her cells into the optimum one for her personality and physiology. When this was finished, she would truly have two shapes, human and animal, and be able to switch between them at will.

As she softly chanted the last of the complex stanzas and made the last helix-shaped pass of her wand, Ginny yawned loudly - the adjustment spells always made her feel tired, and she had already spent two hours of the day training. Setting down her wand, she crept beneath the eiderdown and fell asleep within minutes, despite the strange disquiet still in her mind.

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The next morning, Ginny's uncomfortable feeling had not gone away, and it seemed to intensify as she dressed for the day. Thankfully it abated somewhat when she left her room, but still it was there, nagging at her like a toothache. She kept glancing suspiciously about her while walking down to the Great Hall, feeling foolish and irritated.

On her way in, she had the misfortune to walk past Andrew Flint and a group of other Slytherins standing by the entrance. Expecting some crude remark, she quickened her pace, looking away from him, but strangely he said nothing. Glancing in his direction she saw that he was just staring at her with a very odd expression on his face - a sort of secret 'I-know-something-you-don't' smile. She frowned angrily, and he merely grinned more broadly and gave a short, barking laugh.

Flint's curious behaviour nagged at her as she made her way to her seat. What on earth is he grinning about? she wondered. That didn't look like 'normal' ogling.

Her half-awake breakfast musings were interrupted by a piercing scream that came from one of the corridors leading into the hall. She looked up as three third-years came running in with impressive speed. The leading one was white-faced, her expression one of pure undiluted terror.

"A monster!" she shouted loudly enough for the whole room to hear her. "It took Natalie - dragged her off - it'll kill her - somebody help!"

Slayer instincts taking over, Ginny leapt to her feet and hurried over to where the girl was practically hyperventilating, her companions helping her to remain standing. "Where?" Ginny demanded tersely. "Which way did they go?"

"Back that way - to the right -" she gasped, pointing with a shaking finger to the passage the three of them had emerged from. As she did so, another scream echoed out of the distance, suddenly cutting off.

Ginny wasted no more time on questioning. She sprinted off in the direction indicated, her feet carrying her faster than she could have believed possible. Her robes whipped out behind her and the stone walls seemed to blur as she ran, desperately hoping that she wasn't too late. There was nothing but silence ahead as she raced down another corridor, skidding round a corner, subconsciously taking a right turn instead of a left. She suddenly halted as she swerved into a side passageway and saw what lay in the middle of it.

It was the lost girl - or rather what remained of her. Ginny caught a glimpse of horrific injuries, a ripped open torso, blood flowing and pooling around it, before she turned away, unable to look. She retreated into the main corridor, fighting back the urge to throw up as she clutched at the wall to steady herself.

After about a minute, she managed to gain control of her body again and straightened to see James, Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall, several other teachers and numerous students running down the passage towards her. Ginny hastily stepped out in front of them, holding out her hands in a warding gesture. "Don't look," she said in a shaking voice. "You don't want to see it."

"Is - is she dead?" asked one of the students fearfully. Ginny nodded sadly, guilt filling her mind. That was done by a demon, or I'm a house-elf. she thought. Dammit! This is supposed to be a safe place - and what sort of Slayer am I to let a child be slaughtered within shouting distance of me? She reluctantly let James and the teachers past her to look at the body, and heard loud gasps of horror from them.

Dumbledore turned to speak to everyone, his face pale and grim. "Minerva," he ordered, "gather all the students and staff in the Great Hall. There is something terrible on the loose in the school - we must evacuate everyone and call in the Aurors before it kills again." Professor McGonagall nodded quickly and led the others away, while Dumbledore gestured to James and Ginny to remain.

"That was done by a demon," James said, confirming Ginny's suspicions. "And a deadly one at that. It must have moved incredibly fast to get her this far and do so much damage in so little time. Her heart has been removed - that may help identify it."

"How could a demon wander around Hogwarts unnoticed?" Ginny asked. "Aren't there warning charms to detect things like that?"

"It must be able to cloak itself from such things, not to mention move unseen and unheard - there is no other way it could have sneaked up on those girls," said Dumbledore. James gave a start. "The Aurors will need your help identifying the creature and destroying it." he continued.

"I have an idea of what it might be," James said thoughtfully. "I'll need to check something in the library..."

"I'll come with you, then, in case the demon's prowling near there." said Ginny. "I'll pick up some weapons there as well."

They hurried down the echoing corridors towards the library, Ginny straining her senses for any sign of the demon, glancing from side to side in a paranoid fashion. She breathed a sigh of relief as they arrived safely. James rushed to the Restricted Section and began scanning the rows of demonology titles.

"What are we looking for?" Ginny asked as she joined him, still keeping a watchful eye and ear open.

"Mwalimu's Daemonoligica Horrificum, if I remember rightly." muttered James, pulling out book after book to check their spines.

"This it?" She stood on tiptoe to grab a huge, thick, leather-bound volume which looked as if it had been scorched and burned at one time but still had its title emblazoned clearly on it in silvery letters.

"Yes, well spotted." James took the book and flipped hastily through the pages. "Ah, this is what I was thinking of - this is probably what we have on our hands. He turned the book towards Ginny to show her the relevant pages. The writing was in an African script which meant nothing to her, but the picture that accompanied it was clear enough.

It resembled something that had crawled out of the very darkest of nightmares. Bony spikes and scales covered its humanoid frame, six-fingered claws tipping every limb and wicked, slashing plates jutting from their sides. The face....Ginny could barely look at the picture, and she had seen the faces of Lord Voldemort, unhooded dementors and many other horrors. A smooth, ghastly, perpetually-screaming face gazed at her from the sketch, drawn in a spare, line-minimal style as if the artist did not wish to dwell on it for too long. Ginny drew in a shocked breath. "What...what is it?" she asked in a semi-whisper.

"It doesn't have a name," James said, squinting at the writing. "There have only been a few known encounters with this demon - all of them in Africa or Central America. Very little is known about it - except that it attacks with the utmost speed, strength and ferocity, and can make itself virtually undetectable."

"Undetectable?"

"Yes - it seems its scales have some sort of chameleonic property that allows it to blend in with its surroundings, and it also appears to have some protection against magical and other detection."

"Like my Slayer sense?" A nasty suspicion was forming at the back of Ginny's mind.

"Yes - though if it was feeling a great deal of anger and rage, those emotions might be strong enough to be sensed through the barrier."

Ginny swallowed and leaned against the bookcase. "James - I think it was in my room last night."

"What?!" He nearly dropped the book. "That can't be true....it would have revealed itself and attacked you - the creature is a compulsive killer. It's thought to have an insatiable hunger for human hearts - that was what made me think of it when we found that poor girl's body."

"I don't understand why it left me alone - and everyone else in Gryffindor tower for that matter - but I think I did sense it." She described the odd disquiet she had felt last night and that morning. "It wasn't as strong as usual, but it was the same sort of sensation I've felt around other demons."

"It must have entered the school last night then - though its restraint is a mystery. That's beside the point, though - we must hunt it down immediately. The Aurors will need our help."

"Then let's get this information to Dumbledore quickly." Ginny hurried to the armoury cupboard in James' office. Moments later, armed to the teeth, they reached the Great Hall where lines of students were being escorted towards the main entrance by teachers and Aurors. Dumbledore was supervising the evacuation.

"All the Aurors I've summoned know about the existence of the Slayer," he hurriedly explained to James and Ginny once they had given him their news, "so secrecy needn't be a concern. Just find this demon."

"We will. It should come to us, with-" James was cut off by shouts of horror.

"That came from the direction of the Ravenclaw common room....oh no..." Ginny took to her heels once again, pulling off her robes so that she could run more easily in the Muggle clothing she wore beneath. Terrified first-years came spilling down a staircase ahead of her, followed by Professor Sinistra.

"What happened?" she shouted frantically.

"Richard...he just disappeared...snatched away....saw the thing for just a second...." the Astronomy professor managed to gasp out. "That way...." She pointed to the right of the landing at the top of the stairs.

"No...please..." Ginny whispered to herself as she bounded desperately up the steps and pounded down a corridor.

"Help!" cried a pitiful voice. "Help!"

He's alive! Ginny thought hopefully, swerving in the direction of the voice. She entered yet another passageway and saw a boy lying in the middle of it. His face was contorted with pain and tears were streaming down it, which was unsurprising, considering his left leg had been broken and the bone was sticking out. Ginny made to go towards him, but suddenly checked herself as a warning signal sounded in the back of her head. The demon was lurking nearby, blending in with the walls and waiting to pounce on her, using the boy as bait. She felt a moment of panic at the dilemma as the boy looked at her pleadingly, clutching his injury.

With sudden inspiration, Ginny pulled out her wand and shouted "Fumarius!" Smoke billowed in a narrow jet from the wand's tip, washing against the walls as she directed it all round the corridor. There! At one spot, the smoke seemed to be bouncing off a spot several feet below the ceiling. Pointing her wand directly towards the spot, she yelled 'Reducto!"

Part of the ceiling shattered, bits of rock raining down into the passageway, as the demon dropped from where it had been clinging to the stone with its claws like a bat. It abandoned its camouflage as it extended its bladelike talons from its arms, dropping into a fighting crouch. Ginny gulped as she faced it, the boy behind the creature screaming in terror. The thing was much more deadly-looking in the flesh than in a sketch. Its scales rippled in a confusing patternless mass of colour as it raised that awful bony face and roared in a harsh, high-pitched voice. Nevertheless, she readied herself for battle, not wasting any time trying to grab a weapon.

The demon pounced in a catlike leap, its claws propelling it up off the floor. Ginny side-stepped nimbly as it flashed towards her, spun round and aimed a powerful blow at its side. She struck the iron-hard scales with a crunch that jarred her arm. The creature barely seemed to notice the blow as it spun to face her again and slashed viciously with its arm claws. Ginny backed away to avoid the attack and backflipped to give herself breathing room, careful to avoid the ceiling. She reached behind her and ripped Gryffindor's sword from the scabbard slung on her back, standing protectively over the semiconscious boy on the floor.

Shrieking like some unnatural bird, the demon leapt at her again, blades outstretched. Bone met steel with a crash as Ginny parried. She strained every muscle in her body in an attempt to push the demon back, gritting her teeth with the effort. Suddenly, one of its clawed feet kicked out at her, barbed claws cutting across her lower leg. With a gasp of pain, Ginny thrust her opponent back, aiming a sweeping cut at its head as it staggered momentarily. However, the blade cut empty air as the demon leapt up to the ceiling again, clinging to it for a split second to reorient itself before dropping down towards Ginny again. She just had time to raise her sword defensively, and its momentum drove it onto the blade, slicing deep gashes into its forearms. Shrieking again, it pulled itself free and punched a claw straight at her, only a quick duck saving her from a punctured jugular.

As Ginny wearily raised her blade to fight on, shouts echoed from down the corridor, and the demon suddenly leapt away from her, leaping from wall to wall as it fled, gradually fading as it camouflaged itself. James and a half-dozen blue-robed Aurors came pounding towards her.

"Are you all right?" James asked anxiously as he halted.

"I'll live." Ginny winced as she cast a temporary pain-numbing charm on her slashed leg. "This boy needs help, though - get him out of the school." One of the Aurors nodded and picked up the boy, then touched a locket round his neck and vanished.

"I take it you're the Slayer?" another Auror asked in a deep voice, as the rest stood nervously scanning the surroundings, their wands at the ready.

"The one and only - or rather not."

"Good, we need you badly. Normal magical methods of tracking seem to be useless against this thing - we picked up only the faintest glimmer from our warning devices and spells when it attacked. Your Slayer sense seems to be the only thing that picks it up. Can you sense it now?"

Ginny shut her eyes and concentrated as hard as possible, trying to shut out all sensory input. She felt the demon more strongly now, a dark whirlpool of rage and bloodlust impinging on her consciousness. "Found it." she said, opening her eyes. "I can sense it better now I know it's here and it knows it's been discovered. This way....."

She hurried off down the passageway, her companions half-running to keep up. "How many more Aurors are here?"

"Twelve, in all - two more groups like this one." answered the leader.

"Tell them all to try and remove the demon's camouflage if they see it - spray it with paint or something. Use smoke or water to check every passageway."

"Right. Televox." The Auror muttered under his breath as they walked, communicating Ginny's instructions to the other squads. He swore a moment after he finished. "One party has already lost a man - the demon came out of nowhere and grabbed him from the back of their line."

"I can sense it - it's coming this way - get the other teams to try and cut it off!" Ginny quickened her pace, heading straight for the creature. A terrible cry reverberated down the corridor, accompanied by the demon's horrible shrieking roar. "Up here!" Ginny shouted, running towards a flight of stairs. Suddenly a man's body was hurled down them, bouncing off the stone steps three times before hitting the ground with a sickening wet noise. One look convinced Ginny he was dead - like the unfortunate girl, his heart appeared to have been removed.

Another person dead because I couldn't spot a demon in my own bedroom! she though furiously. This ends, NOW! She leapt up the stairs three at a time, James and the Aurors close behind. Stopping at the top, she glanced around in confusion.

"What's wrong?" James asked, fitting a steel bolt into his crossbow.

"I can't sense the demon - it must be hiding itself again - quick, flush it out!" Ginny and the Aurors directed jets of smoke and water, then curses, at the walls all around, but to no avail. The creature had gone. "Damn!" Ginny yelled in frustration, kicking a nearby door (and damaging it quite badly).

"Report coming in....the third team's under attack!" the Auror leader said in alarm. "This way!" They ran frantically down the steps again and down several passages, Ginny's Slayer sense picking up the demon's renewed killing anger. At last, as they pushed through a door, they saw five Aurors standing over the body of a sixth, who lay in a pool of blood, most emphatically dead. The survivors were frantically pointing their wands in all directions, and one had half-spoken the words of a defensive spell before he recognised the party. Ginny swung her head from side to side in search of the creature she could still feel nearby in her mind, pushing her hair irritably away from her face. Her glance fixed itself on one part of the wall, but she hastily looked away before it realised she had spotted it. Not even daring to say a word to the others, she slowly raised her wand to point at a different area of wall, then spun round on one heel. "Colorious!" A whole section of grey stone turned bright purple and orange, part of it now revealing itself not to be flat.

The demon hurled itself off the wall as the Auror's curses blasted and burned the stone where it had been and leapt for Ginny again. Stepping back ready for its charge, she raised Gryffindor's sword and slashed at the thing. It caught the stroke on its arm claws, sparks flying from the impact. Gripping the blade, it propelled itself into the air towards Ginny, who was forced to drop to the ground for safety. She leapt to her feet as fast as she could, expecting to feel its claws in her at any moment. However, it had cut its way out of the circle of Aurors, dodging another spell volley and leaving two lying gasping and bleeding on the ground. Turning, the demon lunged at a third, but Ginny shoulder-charged the thing before it could reach him, knocking it down and sideways into a whirling roll that brought it back to its feet.

"Pick on someone your own strength." Ginny panted as she raised the sword again.

The demon lunged its head forward and screamed defiantly, preparing to spring.....then suddenly turned and fled down the corridor, no longer camouflaged thanks to Ginny's Colouring Charm. She followed at a dead run, but it was too fast and by the time she thought to aim an Impediment Curse at it, it was too far away. Mentally kicking herself, Ginny stopped at an intersection and tried to sense the direction it had taken.

As she stood silently, she suddenly heard footsteps coming down one of the other corridors. They sounded human, and she didn't sense the demon close by, so she stepped out and came face to face with Professor Snape.

"Professor?!" Ginny exclaimed in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question, Miss Weasley." sneered the Potions master in his usual manner, glancing curiously at the demon-bloodied sword in her hand. "One of my students was not accounted for in the evacuation - Andrew Flint."

"Flint?" Ginny suddenly had a flashback to earlier that morning, and Flint's odd behaviour. She dismissed it as she returned to the present. "Well, he's probably dead if he stayed behind." she said bluntly, feeling a small twinge of guilt at how little sorrow she felt at the idea.

"Who?" asked James, skidding to a halt as he and the Aurors finally caught up with Ginny.

"It seems Flint decided to stay behind." Ginny explained. "Professor Snape came back to look for him."

"And if you don't mind my asking, Radcliffe, what is Miss Weasley doing running around the castle with what appears to be the sword of Godric Gryffindor?" Snape demanded.

"I'll explain later." James said wearily.

"No, you will explain now! Is this girl following in her boyfriend's footsteps and trying to hunt down the demon all by herself?"

"She's a Slayer. Hunting down demons is her job." James snapped. "Now kindly let her do it, I'll tell you the rest when we find the creature. Ginny, where is it headed?"

Ginny tried to concentrate. "This way," she said at last, pointing down the corridor opposite the one they were in.

"That leads down to the Slytherin dungeons." Snape said.

"Then it's just as well we've got you to open the door for us - the creature clearly has some way of sneaking into the House areas, since it got into my room." Ginny sheathed Gryffindor's sword and set off. They all hurried along the passageway and down several flights of stairs, the demon's sign growing stronger in Ginny's head as she led them unswervingly towards it. When she reached a blank wall which the signal seemed to be behind, Snape stepped forward and whispered something inaudible to it and it slid aside to reveal the dimly lit Slytherin common room.

"This way." Ginny strode towards one of the two descending staircases leading off the room. She hurried down the steps and into the passages below, feeling the demon's presence drawing ever closer. Then, abruptly, it vanished, cut off in a final burst of rage. Ginny looked around in confusion. She appeared to be in the senior boys' corridor, as there were doors close together on each side with plaques bearing boys' names on them. All was silent except for a faint sound of chanting coming from behind one door. Motioning to James, Snape and the Aurors for quiet as they approached, Ginny walked stealthily towards it, noticing that its plaque bore the name Andrew Flint. She kicked it open (it wasn't locked), then stopped in the doorway, frozen with shock.

Flint was kneeling on the floor, wand raised above a carved wooden box about one foot square, which sat at the centre of a chalk pentagram with smokeless, purplish-green candles round the edge, a book open just in front of him. The lid of the box was closed, but a dull reddish light was shining from the seam. Behind Flint, on the wall beside his bed, was what could only be described as a shrine. There were dozens of pictures of her (unmoving Muggle ones, the idea presumably being that her photographic selves couldn't hide) of various sizes, all definitely taken clandestinely. Some were of her bent over work or staring into space, while others were of her getting ready for bed or - Ginny flushed bright red with anger and embarrassment - in the prefects' bathroom.

Flint looked up from the book in horror, his face crumpling from desperate intent to confusion and hopeless fear. He jumped to his feet and backed away, raising his wand defensively. "No - no - don't come any closer -" he stammered pathetically.

Ginny took a couple of steps into the room, her eyes still on his little gallery as the truth hit her. "You used that creature to take pictures of me," she breathed, baring her teeth and virtually snarling with rage. "You let it into the castle. Three people are dead and more are hurt just so you could get pictures of me! You little...." Words failed and she launched herself at him, Slayer speed easily allowing her to avoid his poorly aimed Stunning Spell. Grasping Flint by the throat with one hand, she rammed his head against the wall and punched him in the stomach with the other. He collapsed, retching, as Ginny raised her fist again, yelling: "I'll kill you for this!"

"Ginny! Stop!" James grabbed her shoulder. "It's not a Slayer's place to take human life!"

"It's my fault." Ginny whispered, staring at the wretch on the floor at her feet. "That demon was allowed in here because of me. Those people died because of me."

"It is not your fault." James said firmly. "It's his - and the demon's. He made the choice to let it in and it killed them - not you. I know he's hurt you, Ginny -" He glanced at the voyeuristic display on the wall, then looked away hastily, his face reddening. "- but don't do something you'll regret. Let him go to Azkaban."

"He's right." Snape said unexpectedly. "This....piece of filth is to blame." He conjured up chains to bind Flint's wrists, cold fury in his gaze. "Incendio!" he muttered, waving his wand at the wall. Flint screamed as his picture collection went up in flames.

"How did you control the demon - and where is it?" Ginny demanded.

"With that - it's a capture box." James gestured to the wooden box in the pentagram.

"Bought in Knockturn Alley, I expect." agreed Snape. "It gives the user control over a demon...but it is not infallible, not by a long way." He glared at Flint.

"It was easy at first!" the squirming boy wailed. "I'd give it the camera, tell it where to go, what kind of picture to take, just place the idea straight into its mind. But recently.." He moaned fearfully. "It was getting angry...restive...it didn't want to go back in the box, it was hungry. And last night, when I tried to bind it again, it escaped....."

"You idiot!" the lead Auror exclaimed. "You actually used a murderous, lethal thing like that....just for the purpose of taking pictures of a girl for you?!"

"I was desperate...I wanted to show her she wasn't so smart....even if she didn't know." Flint whimpered. "But she does know...I don't care what happens now!" He gave a broken, half-sobbing laugh and kicked out with his unbound feet, knocking the capture box out of the pentagram and spinning it into the wall where it cracked open.

"Get back!" Ginny shouted, leaping to her feet and drawing Gryffindor's sword once again as the demon seemed to flow into shape out of the box. James, Snape and the Aurors retreated towards the door to cut off its escape, dragging Flint.

Releasing her pent-up fury, Ginny slashed wildly at the demon, missed and only just managed to jump back to avoid those terrible claws. It ducked and weaved through a hail of curses to attack her again, and she fought back. They danced round the room trading blow for ineffectual blow, the wizards at the door unable to target the demon for fear of hitting Ginny. It was fighting with the desperation of a cornered animal now, exerting all its strength to get past Ginny's guard. It wrestled her to the floor at last, fingerclaws waving centimetres from her face as she tried to fend off its lower claws with her feet and hold it at bay with the sword. With a grunt she threw it off her against the wall. Snape and the Aurors launched a barrage of curses, taking advantage of its momentary disorientation. It still managed to dodge most of them, but suffered a shattered left arm and a severe burn on its torso. The demon staggered toward the door, evidently hoping to tear a path through the Aurors, still weaving to avoid their attacks, but Ginny propelled herself behind it and slashed hard at its neck. Though the thick scales absorbed most of the force, the demon still fell as if pole-axed. It rolled aside from Ginny's follow-up blow, jumped to its feet and attacked again. Now, however, its crippled arm put it at a disadvantage. Ginny grabbed the wrist of its usable arm in a deathgrip, gritting her teeth against its strength as she stabbed it through the eyesocket of its bony skull-face. It collapsed slowly, ichor bubbling and flowing across the bone, and lay still at last.

Exhausted, Ginny fell to her knees beside the creature's corpse, drawing an arm across her sweaty brow. She half-registered James's reassuring arm about her shoulders as he helped her to her feet and guided her away.

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"I feel like such an idiot." Ginny confessed shamefacedly. "I never noticed Flint was up to anything, I didn't spot a demon ten feet away from me, for crying out loud! If I'd been more watchful, maybe I could have saved those three lives."

"And maybe if my parents had chosen a different Secret-Keeper, the whole history of the wizarding world would have been changed." Harry said, squeezing her waist comfortingly beneath their cloaks. "It doesn't do to dwell on what might have been."

"You're right, of course." Ginny smiled at him gratefully. "At least we caught him before the demon could do any more harm. I hear he'll probably get five to ten years in Azkaban - and the very dodgy warlock he bought the capture box off has been caught too."

"Azkaban may not have dementors any more, but it's still an awful place." Harry commented cheerfully. "And if he tries to escape, Flint may get eaten by a troll or incinerated by a dragon. Something to cheer you up when you're down."

Ginny burst out laughing, leaning her head on Harry's shoulder and feeling her lingering guilt finally dissipating.

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"Prisoner Andrew Flint to be transported to Azkaban," the jailor announced, signing the register. "Escorts, Auror Rameses Smith and Auror-in-training Ronald Weasley."

Andrew Flint started at the sound of the second name as his cell door was opened. He looked up into the stony face of Ginny's brother. "Oh, sh-"

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