Fallen Souls

"Where did everybody go? I need them now to save me...How come we hurt the ones we need?...If we beat him down, will he stay? He's a little dizzy. I feel it starting to take me..." - Ours

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White fluffy clouds rolled along a bright blue sky. The grass rustled lightly in the breeze. Gwenhwyfar sighed. Why did couldn't she just fly up there, away from all this waste and hate? Why couldn't she just fly over the rainbow? Harry Potter had done it, he'd even lived to tell the tale. She looked to her left, a gnome scurried down a hole in the front lawn. Her mother would notice that she wasn't upstairs folding clothes and soon come looking for her.

The Burrow stood tall above her, leaning over to one side. No doubt that it'd topple over soon, even if her father's charms were still there, it didn't matter, the house was just too old. The door opened and heavy footsteps fell over the pavement towards her. "Ginny, what are you dong? Mum's going nuts looking for you!" Ron's freckly face stared at her.

"Leave me alone Ron. You've already caused me enough trouble for one day, stealing my diary and all. You're such a twit." Gwenhwyfar rolled over, she only wanted to be left alone to her thoughts.

Ron's ears quickly became very pink. "I only wanted to help! I thought by reading your diary I could give Mum and Dad some insight as to your condition." He blew a piece of hair out of his eyes. "Come on Ginny, I did it for your own good."

"Reading my private thoughts is not for my own good, Ron! Don't you think I'm as puzzled by that as Mum and Dad are? Don't you think I'd tell them if I knew anything about what's happening to me!?" Ginny sat up hurriedly pointing a finger in his face. "Of course you don't, you just want an excuse to snoop in my stuff. Well, I've got news for you big brother, stay out!" She jumped up and ran into the house, nearly tripping over her long skirts, stupid things.

Sometimes Ron could be such an idiot. Just trying to help, rubbish! She knew he cared about what happened to her, but he wasn't really the kind to go poking about people's things just to "help out." Someone must have put him up to it. Maybe Harry was a bit miffed because she had lost interest in him. Or maybe Fred and George were trying to dig up new dirt on her.

The living room was empty, only the big grandfather clock ticked. A big purple arm chair was next to the fireplace calling her name, so she slumped into it. These "dreams" that Ron had been talking about were something to be concerned about. Well, they weren't really dreams, more like visions and horrible ones at that. Scenes of people being murdered by men in black robes, villages burning magickal folk and Muggles running amuck trying to save their lives and families. She knew that she was seeing things from the past and present, but once on a rare occasion she'd see the future.

Haunting these visions were, usually coming to her in the dead of night while she slept. Now, her eyes were bloodshot and she was afraid of sleep not wanting to see these terrible things. Although, she preferred not to think of them she did keep a log of all the ones she could remember in her diary. Countless doctors and healers had read these entries but none of them had been able to understand them. There was no cure, no salvation.

For five long years these dreams had been coming to her. Ever since she had opened the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts and done Tom Riddle's bidding. Painful memories. The visions used to be few and far between but now, even if she closed her eyes for but a moment she'd have to endure the troublesome throbbing in her head and see. She longed for sleep. Sometimes she'd amuse herself by thinking that she was Professor Trawlney's successor. Hah, that woman couldn't predict anything worth beans though.

Suddenly the room became a dark twisting blur. Gwenhwyfar screamed. She opened her eyes, she was at Hogwarts in Professor Snape's dank dungeons, she was in his office. A boy sat in a chair opposite the Professor and the huge desk Snape worked at. For a moment she was taken aback, the boy looked so feminine and delicate that she had almost mistaken him for a girl. His sliver blonde hair was long around his shoulders, much like Snape's. He had a black eye and looked generally very beaten up.

Snape folded his hands under his chin staring at the boy he smirked. "You're not ready." Snape's voice was like cold silk. "You nearly died and yet you still did not complete the task given to you." What was that? Amusement? Sadistic pleasure?

A single tear rolled down the boy's cheek as Snape uttered his last words, "Unworthy." The Professor went back to his paperwork, no doubt dolling out F's to all of his least favorite students, he was never a fair player.

The boy stood and rushed out of the room. SLAM! He'd run into Ginny and the two had been knocked over. Of course, Gwenhwyfar had no idea that this boy was able to see her, she thought it was all just a dream. Those brilliant silver eyes that were once like liquid emotion now became hard as rock. The boy let out a scream of frustration and hurried deeper into the bowls of the school.

"Miss Weasley, however did you get in to my office?" It was Snape, somehow he had changed. He was no longer a greasy wretched man, but a very good looking strict one. He snapped his fingers in her face. "Miss Weasley, have you not heard a word I've just said?" A look of displeasement, a hint of anger.

Gwenhwyfar put her head down. "I'm terribly sorry Professor, I have no idea as to how I got here." She looked up at him apologetically. "It won't happen again, promise." She turned to leave but he grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him, smelling her hair. Ginny was repulsed, but didn't try to struggle, his grip was too strong, she could already feel a good bruise forming under his thumb.

"Ahh, Gwenhwyfar Meleas Weasley, the red rose in a garden of thorns," he mused coiling a lock of her hair around his index finger. What was happening? She was having trouble breathing. Was this real? Was she really at Hogwarts and had only been dreaming of home? How come she couldn't remember the boy's name, he looked so familiar, and she got that funny feeling in her stomach that she used to feel when she was around Harry. Why couldn't she remember? A tsunami of thoughts and questions flooded her brain, none of which she had an answer for. Snape continued to doddle on about how she was a flower and everyone else was some despicable thing. Stupid prick, she wasn't even listening.

"Ginny, Ginny honey, wake up. Wake up, love." Someone was shaking her.

Gwenhwyfar opened her eyes to see her mother's worried face. She sat up and yawned, thankful to realize that her mother had rescued her from another horrible dream. Her face was very hot, she'd been sweating. Great, now she had to take a bath. "I fine mum." She stood and stretched.

Fred and George were in the kitchen plotting out the instructions for their next magickally confusing game for Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Neither of them looked up at her as she passed to go up the stairs, for once they were concentrating on something for more than five minutes. Mum would be pleased.

Up and up the old winding staircase, a window here and there to let in the sunlight, oh that felt nice. Gwenhwyfar stopped at the second window from the top of the stairs, letting the sunshine make her face glow, oh how she wished she was able to tan, but no, she only burned. She reached the top, went down the long hallway and turned in the fourth door to the left, the loo.

"Aquafine," she whispered taking out her wand. Instantly steaming hot water filled the bathtub, Ginny added some Muggle soap (Mr. Bubble), stripped and climbed in.

The water seemed to seep into her very soul calming and relaxing it. She leaned up against the back, almost totally covered in bubbles. This was heaven. When dirty, take a good bath, she thought to herself.

Gwenhwyfar opened her eyes, that boy from Snape's office was standing next to her, naked. She let out a scream and dived under water, she could hear him saying something to her, but couldn't understand him. Slowly she poked her head up above the water, he was smiling, but something was happening. His hair began to grow longer, longer, longer and turning to a beautiful chestnut brown, his shoulders became smaller and more delicate, his light skin tanned to an olive shade. His face changed too, lips becoming fuller and red, eyes turning to a bright cobalt blue, and what shocked Ginny most was that he had breasts! Big round tits! She looked a little lower to see that he wasn't really even a he, the blonde boy was now an exquisite brunette woman, and she smiled with those red lips. Ginny thought she might actually faint, but she really didn't want to drown.

Looking down she let out another scream. She had no breasts herself, and her skin was unnaturally white, even for her. She looked at her arms, well developed muscles had replaced her freckles, and sweet mother of Merlin, she had a pecker. It would appear that Gwenhwyfar and the boy had exchanged sexes and gotten each other's ideal bodies. She looked up at the woman who had once been a boy, she wasn't smiling anymore, but she had Ginny's wand and was pointing it at Ginny's now manly chest. The woman gave a shrill laugh and danced away into thin air.

Water dripped from her hair and body as she stood up and timidly looked in the mirror. Gwenhwyfar was no longer a woman, but a man, with marble like skin, opaque green eyes and long silver blonde hair like the boy of her last vision. This couldn't be happening, she wasn't a man. For Merlin's sake, she didn't have a cock or yellow hair. No, she was Ginny Weasley, friend to all, loyal Gryffindor, slave of the Dark Lord.

Something whispered in her ear, Never, never a slave to anyone. I am free, as are you.

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Ron sighed heavily. Why did Mum always have to be so stubborn and unfair? Why was it his Merlin given duty to do his little sister's chores when she was off having a strop. Sometimes he wished that she'd just disappear so she couldn't get into/cause anymore trouble.

He set a stack of folded house robes on Percy's bed. What a laugh. Here Percy was twenty-three, and still living at home with his mum and dad, quite pathetic. Ron would never be like that though, he'd graduate from Hogwarts and go on to play professional Quidditch, that had always been his dream and now he'd be able to make it come true after being chosen to play Chaser once Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnitt had left Hogwarts and the Gryffindor Quidditch team forever. Though, he wasn't the only new addition, Jared King and Georgia Nicolson were the other two Chasers and Robbie Dylan was the new Keeper. We make an excellent team and Harry's a great captain, Ron thought happily as he slid down one of the many banisters.

All around the house Ron continued to put things away and clean up after Fred and George, though they refused to let him in on their next game. Ron became very shirty after this, so he stalked about the upper floors when he heard a large thump from inside the lavatory as he passed it.

Knocking on the door he wondered what was going on in there, he sincerely hopped that dad hadn't come home early and him and mum weren't having a bit of a snog or worse, the full monty. One thing's for sure, he didn't need anymore siblings not to mention the fact that his parents wouldn't have the funds to care for it. Ron shook his head trying to push the thoughts from his mind, but it was no use.

Having not received an answer he tried the door only to find it locked. "Alohomora.." The lock inside the knob clicked and he open the door only to slam it back shut breathing hard. Ginny was laying on the floor in front of the mirror looking completely ravished and passed out no doubt. But he had to be brave and see what as the matter. She wouldn't like this, no, but when is it ever good to see you're sister sprawled out on the floor in her nuddypants looking like she's just had the shag of her life?

Closing his eyes he ran in and grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around her, picked her up and carried her to their parent's room. Ron set Ginny down on the bed and dashed down the stairs to get his mum.

Molly Weasley came rushing into her bedroom to find her daughter lying on her bed scantily clad by a hand towel. She turned and scowled at Ron as if to say, 'You're such a pervert, you get that from you're father's side you know. Always doing anything to get a look at a girl's breasts. Honestly, Ron, do be a gentleman and don't spy on your sister while she's duck naked.'

At this disapproving look from his mother Ron turned seventeen shades of pink and hurried out of the room only to be pushed back in my his father, Percy, Fred and George, or was it George and Fred? He couldn't tell anymore and he was their brother!

Mr. Weasley removed his hat and sat down on the bed next to Ginny, shaking his head. "I've never seen her like this Molly. Do you think we should bring her back to consciousness or leave her be for now?"

Mrs. Weasley looked extremely worried, but nodded to her husband. Turning to her sons she stretched out her arms, "Come now boys, lets go downstairs and have a cup of tea, your father will take care of dear Ginny." And she proceeded to shoo the rest of her children out of the room with many protests from Percy and George.

Arthur Weasley pulled a few blankets up over his daughter's body and sat in the corner, sighing heavily. She'd never lost consciousness before. And her visions had become more frequent, this was not a good sign for the well being of his darling Gwenhwyfar or the rest of the wizarding world.

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11 August

Had two visions. The first came when I was in the den trying to catch a few winks. I was in Professor Snape's office and he was talking to Draco Malfoy about something and telling him that he'd failed a task. What the task was, I can't say. Malfoy rushed out and bumped into me, when this happened I thought for a moment that the vision could have been real, but obviously it wasn't.

Snape noticed me too and asked why I was in his office eavesdropping on a private conversation. I didn't know and made to leave the premises but he grabbed my arm and it hurt, like someone was really grabbing me. Such a strange thing. Anyway, he pulled me up next to him and started going on about what a beautiful thing I am and how I should be treated so much more carefully than the others. Then mum woke me up.

It's strange though, normally I can't smell, taste, or feel while I'm dreaming, but this time I could. I could smell Snape's hair (like musky herbs), I could taste the sharp odor of the potions brewing nearby, and I could feel Snape grabbing my arm and Malfoy knocking me over.

The second vision was even weirder. I was taking a bath and closed my eyes when Malfoy was standing next to me in the nude! The he changed into a woman with brown hair and blue eyes, and I had changed into a man with blonde hair and green eyes, then he or she disappeared with my wand. I'm not quite sure as if it's still in this dimension, I haven't had the chance to look, Mum's kept me bedridden. I hope she'll let me go to Hogwarts in three weeks. I don't think they'd let me in late.

Merlin help me. And Ron, if you're reading this, STAY OUT YOU LITTLE TOSSER!

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It was dark when she woke. Tree branches, wind, and rain pelted against the stone walls. She ran a hand across her forehead, it was wet and cold. Why couldn't she remember? What time was it? How long had she been asleep? Feeling along the night table she finally found her wand. "Lumos."

Pulling the curtains of her four-poster aside, she looked around the room to find everything in order. Hermione in her bed babbling about something in her sleep, Lavender tossing and turning, and to drown them both out was Pravti's snoring. Gwenhwyfar sighed and laid back down. Was this really real? She couldn't tell reality from vision now, but nothing strange was happening this time. But...

BANG! Something had slammed into the window and blown it open. Ginny jumped to her feet, quite sure that the other girls were still fast asleep. She ran to the window, bullets of rain stinging her eyes, fingers of the wind entwined in her hair making it flow behind her.

She looked at the floor, a very battered Nimbus Two-Thousand One was at her feet. SLAM! The force of the impact with someone had thrown her back against the far wall. A boy had flown through her window, a blonde one in green Quidditch attire. He was some six feet away from her, plastered to Lavender's bed post, a look of excruciating pain etched itself across his face as he groaned.

Scrambling to her feet, Ginny tripped over the broom on her way to close the window. Needless to say she feel flat on her face and was blown back into the boy, who cried out as she hit him. Making one last attempt to close the window, Gwenhwyfar finally did it. Breathing heavily and sliding down the wall.

The boy groaned again. She looked up at him, blood dripped from his nose and chin, or was that water? Most likely a mixture of both.

Almost immediately she was taken back to that scene in the office with him and Snape, then into the lavatory where he'd turned into that woman. She stared at him for a moment more before fainting and slumping into a heap on the cold stone floor. Her dreams for the rest of that night were her own, and she was dizzy.

A/N: Oh yes, I know Aquafine isn't a real spell. I just made it up after drinking a bottle of Aquafina, what a coincidence, eh? As for Ginny's full name, I've been reading the Mists of Avalon and the name of Gwenhwyfar seems to fit her personality better than the standard "Virginia."