Rating:
R
House:
The Dark Arts
Ships:
Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
Characters:
Ginny Weasley Hermione Granger Ron Weasley
Genres:
Drama Angst
Era:
Harry and Classmates Post-Hogwarts
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
Stats:
Published: 02/20/2005
Updated: 02/20/2005
Words: 5,513
Chapters: 1
Hits: 439

The Darkness in Our Eyes

Lanni Weasley

Story Summary:
Ron was the only one who truly understood Ginny and stayed by her side, so when he leaves Hogwarts, Ginny loses control of her Darker side. She becomes a notorious Death Eaters and the new Mrs. Draco Malfoy. Set on vengeance and power, Ginny's mission is to kill the Weasleys; kill Hermione for taking Ron away from her; and convince Ron that he belongs on the Dark side because both of them have the Darkness in their eyes unlike everyone else.

Posted:
02/20/2005
Hits:
439
Author's Note:
I feel as if I have been neglecting Ginny as of late. She’s not my favorite character, but I don’t necessarily dislike her. She can irritate me sometimes; and I can like her sometimes. I think it’s time that I do a short one-shot about her. I don’t believe she’ll go evil, but I’ve had this image stuck in my head for days now.


The Darkness in Our Eyes

Written by: Lanni Weasley

They all thought that they knew me; they all thought they knew who I was. They liked to think that I was just as predictable as everyone else; they liked to think that I was just another Weasley.

But I wasn't.

I had changed so much. I used to be so bubbly and girlish. I don't know what I was thinking then. Of course, that was before I met Tom. Before I met Tom, I would write in my little pink diary about my unconditional eleven year-old love for Harry Potter, my brother's best friend. Before I met Tom, I would play in the garden with Ron and pretend to be a princess while he pretended to be a knight. Before I met Tom, I was innocent and pure.

Before I met Tom, I was a true Weasley.

Tom shaped who I am today. No longer am I full of joy and happiness. I don't smile and giggle over boys with my girl friends. I don't admire Hermione Granger for her exceptional knowledge and ability to deal with Harry and Ron so well, even though they're about as thick as the concrete walls of Hogwarts. I don't hope and wish after Harry, dreaming silly little daydreams about us getting married one day in the future. I don't sit back and wish that Ron paid more attention to me. I don't follow Fred and George and play pranks and jokes. I don't sit down and actually talk to Ron anymore either.

The end of Ron's Seventh Year was as hard for me as his First Year was for me. Yet again, I was going to be left behind. He always left me behind. He left me behind for his First Year at Hogwarts and now he was leaving me at Hogwarts by myself. Couldn't he see that I needed him much more than bloody Hermione or Harry? I was--and still am--his little sister! He should have paid more attention to me! I was--and still am--blood! Harry and Hermione will never be blood! Ron should have listened to me--talked to me--hung around me--helped me--laughed and joked with me! Harry and Hermione didn't need him; they could have each other for all I care. I needed Ron a lot more than they ever did.

I was his little sister. I will always be more important than Harry and Hermione. Always--no matter what anyone else says.

And he did pay more attention to me. Ron had undoubtedly matured since his First and Second Year. Now he actually cared about me. He would sit down in the common room with me at night and just talk with me, like we did this every night--like we used to do every night. He was my big brother. My big brother only. He was nothing else to anybody then. He was mine and only mine.

I sound selfish, don't I? Well, I am, and I love it. I'm a selfish person and I always will be. That's how I am. That's how I always will be. You'll just have to live with it. I sound very angry, don't I? Well, I am, and that's how it shall be from now on. I'm an angry young woman, the cold bitterness I held inside myself finally able to pour out of my soul and into everyone's minds. I have every right to be livid. I sound pathetic, don't I? Well, I'm not. I will never be pathetic. In fact, I'm the very opposite of that. I am very strong.

My Seventh Year was my ultimate destruction and resurrection at the same time. Deep within my soul, I had lost everything that made me a true Weasley, a true Gryffindor, and a true Light witch. I had been tainted by one Tom Riddle, a very true Slytherin, and a very true Dark wizard. I was no longer Ginny. I still don't know who I am today. But my associates and Master call me Ginerva. I assume this is me now. I assume that was the person I became after my First Year.

But while I lost all hope of finding that Ginny girl ever again in my lonely Seventh Year, this Ginerva woman was being born and built. Without the Light of my brother Ron to guide me, I was left alone to dwell in the Darkness of my past. My fellow Gryffindors rejected me while the Slytherins smirked at me with open arms.

Most of the time, I stayed with Luna Lovegood, who solely understood me. I could always count on Luna. Of course, I could always count on her until she was murdered by my boyfriend, who was, in fact, a Slytherin. I never turned him in, really. I don't know why; I didn't really love him. Maybe it was the fact that deep down, I had liked the way Luna's body had looked after she was dead--like an angel. How appropriate, now that I look back on it.

Ron was not there to keep my Darker side at bay. I believe he knew that before he left; that's probably why he was by my side so much during his last year at Hogwarts. He knew that one day, he would not be able to control that side of me any longer; he knew that one day, it would get out of control. He was merely counting down the days, I suspect.

Harry didn't care about me. He still barely noticed me. I would try to weave myself into one of their many devious conversations; and he would look around and say, "Who said that?" Who else could have said that, you idiot! That's what I had always wanted to shout in his ear. Honestly, he was a lot more pathetic than I will ever seem to be. He ignored me. I hate him for that. I hate bloody Harry Potter for ignoring me and hurting my feelings far too many times to count. I detest the fool that is the Boy Who Lived.

Oh, and Hermione? Well, now, I've come to my senses about her. True, she was a nice girl, but I don't like her anymore. She was brilliant, but couldn't she see? I dislike her because she was the one who took my big brother away from me the most. She took Ron away from me, especially when they got married. He is my big brother, Ron--mine! Hermione took him away from me so much when she married him. She got him infatuated with her so that he was too busy trying to spectacle her to even think of me.

You must be thinking why I speak of Ron so highly and so much. Well, he is the only brother that has always been with me. Fred and George were together all of the time, like macaroni and cheese. Percy was always the loner, his only company a book or quill with parchment. Charlie and Bill were never home because they were full fledged adults. Dad was rarely home because of work. Mum worked a lot in the house. But Ron, he always had time for me. That's why I was devastated when he left and when he began to ignore me. The only reason he ignored me was because of Harry and Hermione!

But Tom understood me. He understood why I needed Ron so much. Ron was the one who kept me together; the one who would stroke my hair and hug me when I lost my doll; the one who would try to fix my broken toy up with Spell-O-Tape uselessly; the one who would beat the pulp out of any guy that broke my heart. He would do anything to help me; and I would do anything to help him. We are that close. We are like twins. Almost.

Ron always had a little Darkness in him, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not. When I wrote about my past in that black diary, Tom would ask questions about Ron. Tom had always seemed interested in Ron, for some reason I cannot fathom. I would answer Tom truthfully, and then he would change the subject. But the next time I wrote, Tom would ask about Ron again. I never knew why; I didn't understand Tom then; I didn't see what Tom saw then. Of course, with Tom's help, I can see what he saw in Ron.

My big brother was closer to me than I had originally thought. He was also tainted by the Darkness that usually stayed away from Weasleys, but he was different. He had not been tainted by anything physical or mental. He had been emotionally tainted. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at Harry sometimes. It would disappear quickly, but I could see it when Ron couldn't see it for himself. While I had been tainted by a diary, Ron had been tainted by low self-esteem and low self-confidence--and envy and rage, too.

But unlike Ron, I cannot control the Darkness in me any longer. I lost control of it near the end of my Seventh Year so much. It was right after Luna was murdered. I knew Ron was in the Order of the Phoenix. Everyday, I was afraid that he would get killed. I woke up from nightmares. That's why it came to a surprise when I "accidentally" bumped into eighteen year-old Draco Malfoy at the Shrieking Shack. He had a proposal for me that I couldn't possibly turn down:

Join the Dark Lord's side in the battle for the pureblood ways and society.

I had earned myself a new name at Hogwarts that no one else knew of. I was the Dark Gryffindor. I was a Peter Pettigrew, you could say, but much better. I was a lot better than that sod. At least I'm not a coward. At least I am very strong and skilled. At least I am still loyal to Ron, if not anyone else on the Light side. I hated Pettigrew, too, of course. I didn't have to like him, even though we were on the same sides. I had liked Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, honestly; Pettigrew destroyed their lives. I was very glad when I saw Remus kill Pettigrew. I cheered him on and rejoiced. Many Death Eaters rejoiced in the bloody rat's death.

So yes, I did join the Dark Lord's ranks. I am one of his most respected Death Eaters in fact. Tom has been most gracious to me, indeed. I have so much riches; I will never be poor again. I have power over many other Death Eaters, some far older than myself, but that doesn't matter. Tom personally trained me in the Dark Arts because I have favor in his eyes. I have favor in a lot of Dark eyes. I am beautiful. I am strong. I am vindictive. I am cold-hearted. I am calculating. I am Dark. I am everything every Dark wizard wants and everything every Dark witch wishes to be.

Draco Malfoy is next to me in the positions, like we're co-captains. At the Death Eater gatherings (they are not the meetings, but more like social outings for the Death Eaters only, like a formal party), Draco sits beside me all of the time and talks to me. He listens to me. He pays attention to me. He does everything Harry refused to do.

And when the music begins to play and the Death Eater husbands take their wives' hands to lead them in a dance on the dance floor, Draco stands up. He holds out his hand and takes my white gloved hands in his. He guides me to the dance floor where we slowly dance, hand in hand, face to face, Darkness with Darkness. It is amazing; it is beautiful. His kisses are like fire and ice together that melt and freeze my dreams as if they were liquid. He wreaks havoc on my intelligent mind. I'm not sure if it is love I feel or something else. I cannot really remember what love is like since the last time I felt it was when I was eleven and now I am twenty-one.

"Kiss the bride! Kiss the bride!" the Death Eaters chant, women and men alike.

I am donning a wonderful white dress while Draco opts for black dress robes. He spins me around on the dance floor and then dips me low. He gives me another breath-taking fire and ice kiss before pulling me back up, his lips still melting the ice around my heart while it freezes my dreams. I am marrying Draco; I am becoming young Ginerva Malfoy. And none of my family knows it. They know nothing of me being a Death Eater. As far as their concerned, I'm a good little girl still. I'm still Light.

With a pang of unhappiness, I wish Ron is here. I wish he is here because he is my beloved brother that I would do anything for. I had gone to his wedding, after all, even though I didn't want to. Too bad Ron isn't here to watch me dance my first dance as a married woman. Too bad Ron will never know that I'm even married. It kind of puts a damper on things, doesn't it?

Near the end of the reception as he pours me another glass of the most expensive wine possible, Draco leans in and whispers in my ear, "The time has come, my love."

I take a sip of the red wine and then look him directly in the eyes--his grey eyes that capture my soul. I nod my head for the time has, indeed, come. I have no more loyalty to the Light side anymore. All of that is gone. I do not have anymore loyalty to the Weasleys because I am no longer a Weasley. My surname has tied me down for far too long. I am a Malfoy. I am the Dark Lord's most devoted follower. I am the Dark Witch. A sardonic smile begins to play upon my lips; Draco smirks and kisses me. Now is the time to finally rid of the worst Blood Traitors of all of history: the Weasleys.

But I do not tell Draco that I will not touch Ron. I will kill everyone else, Hermione included, but I will not harm Ron. I am going to convince him to join the Dark Lord because he will help us considerately. No one realizes it, the Darkness deep down in Ron's soul, but I know about it.

Draco and I slip out of the reception unnoticed. We change--him into his Death Eater robes and me into a white dress. It seems proper, doesn't it? Yes, I believe so. We Apparate to the Burrow silently; I know that everyone is home because mum is feeling under the weather a little. Well, I'll put her out of her misery, now won't I? I do feel a little pity for Charlie though; he is--well, was--going to get married to Nymphadora Tonks in the next two weeks. Poor Tonks. But, ah, oh well. This is much more important than their silly little wedding that couldn't possibly be any near as wonderful as mine with Draco.

Speaking of my darling, Draco is hiding in the shadows. He cannot be seen. It is in the dead of night so he can easily conceal himself in his black Death Eater robes. More Death Eaters will come once the first kill is done and over with. I knock on the door, hiding my perfectly clean white dress underneath a black cloak. My father is the one who answers the door. He gives me a loving look that I barely even see. I can almost not see past what I have been taught.

"Ginny, dear, we didn't know you were coming over," my father says in a gracious voice.

I smile, if not a bit cynically, at my father. "Well, mother is sick. And I am the only other woman in the household that knows how to take care of a sick Weasley."

"Oh, yes, but Hermione is here, too," my father tells me. Because I have learned to control my emotions, I shoo the disgusted look that wants to come upon my face. "Come in, come in. Your mother will be delighted to see you again, Ginny."

My father steps back and lets me walk in. I shoot Draco a quick smile that he catches; and he nods his head to me. I walk inside and don't take my jacket off. Instead, I walk straight to my parents' bedroom in a business-like manner. Bill is too busy making tea to notice me walk up the stairs, passing by him in the kitchen. Fred and George tip their hats to me, and I incline my head back to them. Percy gives me a disgruntled look when he sees that I am still wearing my jacket. Oh, I'll wipe that off soon enough. Charlie rushes out of our parents' bedroom, barking at Harry to stop snoring in Ron's bedroom because it is keeping our mother awake. I won't be able to kill Harry because the Dark Lord wants that for himself; I know, what a waste of a perfectly good chance to do Harry in. I don't sigh sadly.

When I walk into my parents' bedroom, I see my mother lying in bed with a sickness. Hermione is taking her temperature and checking over her because Hermione is a Healer. Well, she's not going to be able to heal herself when she's dead. She took my big brother away from me; she will pay severely for that.

Hermione looks up at me and gives me a weary smile while my mother drifts off to sleep. "Oh, hello, Ginny, I didn't know you were here."

"Hello, Hermione," I greet in a warm manner that makes my mind scream at me for sounding so nice to this wretched woman. It screams, Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! But I can only stand by and act nice and kind. I am such a fraud, aren't I? How pleasurable it will be to rid of them and her once and for all so I can end this old charade game I've been playing for years now.

"May I just sit in here alone with my mother for a bit?" I ask in a false embarrassed voice. I even feign some blush in my cheeks. Oh, I am good. Hermione gives me a critical look. "I'm afraid that I have some things that I need to tell her, you know, so I can feel a bit better. I want to do some explaining."

And murdering, but I obviously don't tell Hermione that.

"Of course, Ginny, anything," Hermione replies, still sounding unsure. She walks out of the bedroom and leaves me alone in the bedroom with my mother.

I slowly make my way over to the bed my mother lays in, looking feverish and sickly. She has the flu, I think. Well, I guess I'll help ease the pain. I point my wand at her when she blearily opens my eyes and spots me. She sees my wand and I think she understands. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. She is sick. I give her a cynical smirk that I learned from Draco and say the Killing Curse. In a flash of green light, my mother is dead. It feels like a sweet release. That's one down.

Calmly, I slip my wand in my pocket and walk out of the room. Hermione isn't waiting for me so I assume that she isn't coming back up for a few minutes. I walk down the stairs and see Bill rushing with a tray of tea for our mum, who is now currently deceased. Oh, how sweet of him. Well, he never did that for me.

I point my wand at him and before he can demand what I'm doing, I kill him. The tray drops to the floor with a loud clang and the cups break, causing tea to soak the carpet. Oopsie, I didn't mean to make a mess.

George runs into the room. "What the--" He spots Bill's lifeless body on the floor and his eyes widen with sudden realization. He gapes at me and sees that my wand is now pointed at him. "You!" I kill him. He falls to the floor and I spin around to see Fred gawking at me. I kill him, too, and realize, with a sense of irony and a bitter laugh, that Fred and George have identical looks of shock on their faces. They died identically. How ironic.

Upstairs, I can hear my father wailing because he found my mother's dead body. How did he get up there without my knowledge? No matter; it shall not ruin my plans. He will come downstairs soon. Not in any hurry, I slowly take off my black jacket and lay it on the table.

I can hear a loud banging noise from above and I wonder what it is before I realize that Harry is sprinting down the stairs. With an irritated sigh, I remember that I cannot kill Harry. He stares at me (is it because of my stunning appearance in this dress, Harry?) and slows down tremendously when he sees the three dead bodies of Bill, Fred, and George on the ground at my feet. He looks back at me, stunned into silence. He looks over me and then back into my cold brown eyes. I keep an emotionless face.

"Ginny, why...why did you do this?" he asks me, as if I was the last person he would have suspected. Oh, so now he notices me? Now he doesn't ignore me? He'll ignore me when I do what he calls right, but he'll notice me when I do what he calls wrong? I detest him.

"Tom is amazing, isn't he?" I reply breathlessly. "And so is Draco." I raise my wand and he goes to grab his own, but he is far too behind in the game. "Stupify," I sigh lazily. The red beam hits him and renders him unconscious for now. I always hate it when I have to waste good opportunities. But, alas, he is Tom's mortal enemy, not mine. If only, if only, I suppose.

I realize that my father will not come downstairs soon so I walk back up the stairs. A little exercise won't hurt me, I muse. When I walk back into my parents' bedroom, I see that my father is clutching my mother very tightly and sobbing loudly. He doesn't even notice me. Not like he ever did, anyways, besides the fact that I was the only girl. That's the only reason why they cared about me. I was a girl. I wish I had been a boy sometimes.

I will be a little generous and let my father and my mother be together for all eternity. I kill my father without him knowing of my presence. He slumps onto the bed with my mother in his arms. How sweet. How bloody magical is that?

I walk out and find that my wand will not give me any pleasure when it comes to Percy. He had given me a lot of pain and misery. He should never have been allowed back into this family. He was the first to betray us, not I, yet they accepted him back in. Does that mean I can get accepted back in? Ron didn't accept him so he won't accept me back in, I guess, will he. I put my wand away in my jacket and pull out a silver dagger.

"Shoot! What in the world? Bill? George? Fred?! What happened? Ginny!" That was Percy. I grin with devilish hunger. I continue my trek down the stairs when I spot him shaking Bill, trying to wake him up. "Ginny!"

"Here I am, Percy," I say softly.

"Ginny, they're--" Percy looks up at me and cuts himself off. I'm sure the look on my face easily gives me away. He gapes at me in horror. "You did this, Ginny?" he croaks. I nod my head. "Why?"

"Why did you separate from us in the first place?" I shoot back.

"I wanted to go somewhere," he says, sounding guilty. Well, it's too late for that, my dear brother.

"And I, too, want to go somewhere," I tell him coldly, "but I am already there." He looks up at them with tears in his eyes. I give him a disgruntled look of my own. "I'm only ensuring that I stay there."

Percy tries to take off, but before he can get away, I stab him in the back, like he did with me. He screams while I laugh hysterically. He stabbed us all in the back so I, too, shall do the same to him. After a few more times, Percy collapses, dead, while I stand there with the bloody dagger in my hand, laughing wildly. Oh, this gives me so much pleasure! For everything they have done to me, I have given back to them! It thrills me and enthralls me like nothing else in the world can. Death is exhilarating!

But there is one more death tonight. Grinning madly with the dagger at hand, I walk through the Burrow in my blood-stained white dress. No longer is it in pristine condition but in bloody perfection. How poetic. I search for Hermione calmly. She is undoubtedly hiding. I wonder where Ron is.

"Hermione, come out, come out, wherever you are!" I laugh. I love toying with people's minds. It is one of the most delightful things to do. It can be so much fun, too. I can almost smell her fear and hear her quaking. That's when I realize where she's hiding: the pantry.

I tiptoe to the door, grasp the handle, and jerk it open. Indeed, Hermione is quaking in fear in the pantry and screams at the top of her lungs. I make one fluid slashing movement at her throat--but she moves and I merely graze her cheek. She still shrieks from pain, but the small cut only gives a tiny amount of bloodshed. But before I can slash her again, she bursts out of the pantry and shoves me into the counter.

I growl and take off after her into the living room. She's almost to the door when I throw the dagger at her. I do, however, have terrible aim so it only grazes her shoulder, pinning her to the wall with her sleeve. She tugs on the material and tears it so she can get away. I block her only escape and grin maliciously.

Hermione begins to cry. "What did I ever do to you, Ginny?" she sobs hysterically. "What did your family and Harry ever do to you to make you turn out this way?"

"You ignored me--all of you!" I shout at her furiously. She begins to cry even harder and she sinks to the floor. I hover over her as she crumples in defeat. "You all brought this upon yourself! And you, Hermione, stole from me something so close to my heart that you condemned yourself!" Fire in my eyes, tears in her eyes, I scream, "You took the only one who understood me away from me! You stole Ron away from me!"

"Ginny, please, I'm sorry; I didn't know--"

"Of course, you didn't know; you never paid any attention to me!" I interrupt, kicking her. She whimpers and curls up in a little ball on the floor. I grab her wand that she dropped. I point it at her so that she will die at the tip of her own, perfect wand. She will die a perfect mess to complete her perfect little life. I'm panting with excitement as I open my mouth to finish her off, but I am interrupted by a furious voice that rivals my own and beats mine easily.

"GINERVA WEASLEY!"

I look up, stunned, to see Ron standing before me, seething with fury. I see the Darkness in his eyes, but it is a different type than I used to see. The Darkness is pointed against me--it and Ron are against me. Ron is against me. Suddenly, I feel like my soul and heart has been torn to pieces. He hates me.

"Ron," I breathe.

"What have you done?" he demands in a deathly soft voice. "What have you done? What have you done?"

"I've saved you from this wretched Blood Traitor family and from this stupid girl!" I tell him excitedly, my eyes glowing with passion. He has no emotion in his eyes, except the Darkness. Perhaps it is growing to like me again, I think, perhaps. "Tom, the Dark Lord, he is amazing! He's taught me so many wonderful things! He is absolutely astonishing! Ron, I beg of you, join us in the true cause! You are more than worthy!"

"Amazing? Wonderful things? Astonishing! Do you call killing innocent people wonderful and amazing because I certainly don't!" Ron looks ready to explode--into tears or into fire, I don't really know. "What happened to you? What has that madman done to my little sister?! He wreaked your life!"

"I lead me to the right path!" I tell her. "Join us in the true cause, Ron! You are so worthy! You are much worthier than I was myself!"

"I have already joined in the true cause," Ron hisses acidly. I flinch at his tone. "And being worthy of crap like Voldemort doesn't make me feel any better about myself. It makes me feel worse. I don't want to be worthy of him at all!"

"But, Ron, please, I beg of you!" I cry out in hysterics. Ron must believe me. He can help us win. Ron must stay with me and believe me. He must help me. He must stand by me. Ron always stood by me. Why can't he stand by me now? "This is important! You can help Tom so much!"

"I don't want to help bloody Tom!" Ron screams. "I'm helping my best friend, Harry!"

"Harry doesn't understand!" I shout back in tears. Ron must believe me. If he doesn't believe me, then who will ever be able to follow me? He must. "He doesn't understand at all! He always ignored me! He doesn't care about me at all!"

"He'd die for you!" Ron shoots back. "Hermione would die for you!"

Speaking of Hermione... I look down at her and see that she's crawling away. Glaring angrily at Ron, I point my wand at Hermione and viciously shout, "Crucio!" I drink in every bit of glee from watching her writhe in pain for turning Ron against me. This is her and Harry's fault. They poisoned Ron's mind against me! How could they do this to me? Ron rushes to help Hermione as she starts to sob again in pain. I let the curse go. Slowly, he stands up and looks at me. He glances at his own wand in his hand, as if contemplating on using it against me.

I smirk at Ron. "You wouldn't hurt your own sister, would you, Ron?" I chuckle coldly. Gradually, he brings his eyes up to mine and the Darkness in them is so thick that I can barely see the blueness of them. Suddenly, I am afraid for the first time in years. He points his wand at me, though it is shaking.

"You are not my sister," Ron says. "You are not Ginny any longer. I don't know where Ginny is, but I'm not going to let you live through her appearance, whatever you are."

"Ron, no!" I shout, frightened. He said something and it was only when it hit me in the stomach did I realize that he had not cast the Killing Curse, after all. I looked at him, holding my stomach and fell to my knees. I gaped at him as he watched me fall, tears falling out of his Darkened eyes.

Before everything goes black, I realize that I'm not going to die. I'm going to live. I wonder why Ron did that, but before I can think any further, I black out and am left to the mercy of his doing. I can already feel the Dementors sucking at my very existence in Azkaban, for that is the worst possible punishment.

After all, death is just the next great adventure to the organized mind. And my mind is very organized. The last thing I saw was the Darkness in Ron's blue eyes. And that was what would haunt me for the rest of my life. The Dementors would remind me of it constantly, no doubt.

The Darkness is Ron's eyes was so much different from the Darkness in my own. It seems that were are more different than I originally thought, after all.


Author notes: I've never done something so...horrifying. I have no other way to explain it. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way; I don't know what happened. Thanks for reading! I hope I didn't scare you...lol.

Maybe because it's 4 in the morning and I've had a very, very sucky day since my backpack was stolen - and it carried my MP3 player, two favorite CDs, USB thing (for my computer), and my favorite pair of jeans in it. Sucks, huh.