Soutenir pour la Vengeance

She could hear his screams from far off in the distance, deep somewhere in the dark alleys of the London night. She frantically wandered the streets searching for him as thoughts raced through her mind with every step she took.

Where had he gone? He was just next to her a few moments ago...but all thoughts escaped her as she heard a horrible, piercing scream break the silence. She let out a whimper of panic and raced in the direction she thought she heard the cry come from. She didn't have to search long as she rounded a corner and came face to face with a sight she would never forget.

Harry laid sprawled out on the pavement, the side of his head bleeding profusely. His robes were torn into rags and he had numerous cuts and bruises up and down his body. She noticed that his leg was twisted in an odd angle, and let out a soft cry as her eyes wandered to who shadowed over him. Malfoy. She felt tears well up in her eyes, blinding her.

"Harry!" she whispered hoarsely. Malfoy seemed to hear her and his head snapped in her direction.

"Get out of here, Weasley! You don

Harry let out a deep moan of agony as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"Ginny..." he muttered weakly and his head flopped to the side. That was all it took for Ginny to crumble inside and snatch out her wand.

"Drop him, Malfoy!" she bellowed and took a few paces nearer, positioning her wand at the back of his platinum head. "And your wand."

She saw his shoulders tense, and then relax. Draco released his wand and let his arm fall to his side, letting Harry crash to the ground in a heap. She wanted desperately to run to his aid, to help him, but the realization that she still had Malfoy in her reign stopped her. She really hoped he wasn't dead. Her gazed traveled from Harry's limp body, to the back of Malfoy's porcelain neck.

He slowly turned his head to face her, glaring malevolently. His eyes flashed in the moonlight, like a cat's. Ginny quickly wiped her tears away with her free hand to show no fear, but the scowl the had been embedded in Malfoy's face, slowly spread into a smirk.

"What are you going to do, Weasley?" he sneered, eyeing her wand with malice. "What are you going to do?"

Ginny gritted her teeth, considering this. The truth was, she really didn't know what she was going to do. She was strangling her rage, for fear of using an Unforgivable on him. And yet, she didn't know how to use one of those, either. She felt the fright rise in her spine and spread through her body. Malfoy was indeed more strong and powerful than her, so the only thing she could do was call for help.

"I'm waiting, Weasley."

"Shut it, Malfoy," she snapped, fumbling with one of her pockets, keeping her wand pointed at Malfoy's nose. She pulled out a silver mirror, with little gold roses sprinkled across the edges.

"Hermione," she whispered into it. "Hermione!"

Hermione's rosy face appeared in the glass, with a smile pasted on it. But that smile quickly turned into a frown at the look of anxiety on Ginny's face.

"Ginny, what's wrong? Are you in trouble?" she asked apprehensively.

"Hermione, I-" But Ginny was cut off as she felt her wand being seized from her grasp and the mirror in her other hand, being thrown onto the pavement. She collided with the brick wall, and felt Malfoy's weight on top of her.

Ginny heard Hermione's calls of panic from the mirror on the ground, but that sound was quickly halted and the sound of shattering glass replaced it as Malfoy slammed his foot on to it.

Ginny let out an audible sob as droplets of water splashed onto her face and thunder cracked in the distance. Perfect. Just what she needed. Rain. She struggled uselessly at his hold, but it was no use.

Malfoy slammed her again into the wall and she cried out in pain.

"I told you didn't know what you were getting yourself into!" he roared.

"But that doesn't matter now, Malfoy," she gasped, her words filled with hatred. "They're coming. Hermione is sure to have called the Ministry by now, and they're on their way."

He snarled and threw her to the ground, harshly. He turned to make a run for it, but his exit was blocked by two wizards in deep scarlet robes, directing their wands at him. He paused, then ran head long at them, but they seized him from behind his arms and tried to drag him away. He kicked and roared in anguish, trying to break away.

Suddenly, his gazed turned to Ginny, and their eyes locked. His eyes wide with fury, hers with grief and fear. Then he spoke the words that would haunt her for the next seven years.

"I'll be back for you, Weasley," he snarled, his wet hair plastered to his face. "You just wait. I'll be back."

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