Unwilling Allies
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,000
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four
Three days had passed, and with littventvent. However, Ginny was growing increasingly anxious; she feared any student or professor who merely glanced her way. Today was double Potions with Slytherin, and she wasn't looking forward to it.
The Gryffindor stepped down the stairs to the dungeon classroom, her footsteps echoing eerily down the empty corridors. "Don't they ever light torches down here??" She thought exasperatedly, about to reach for her wand. Ginny stopped; was that a footstep? She whipped around... the hallway was empty, as it had been. Frowning at her edginess, she turned back around and continued toward the class.
Suddenly, a hand crept up her skirt from behind and stroked her ever so softly. A voice whispered, "Morning, Weasley," simultaneously. Ginny jumped, taken by surprise, and wrenched away.
"Sod you, Malfoy," she spat, glaring at him dangerously. "You and your bloody family." Ginny held his gaze, still glaring, before entering the classroom.
"Fantastic! I reckon my dad would fancy a go!" Draco called after her.
Ginny rolled her eyes and sat down next to Colin Creevey.
After chatting with Colin for a few moments, Ginny realized Professor Snape was blatantly absent from the room. Other students were cottoning on as well; heads turned curiously, searching for their instructor. Ginny eyed the door anxiously, her fingers gripping the edge of her seat tightly.
Her mind began to make horrific images... she was trapped... Snape was walking toward her, menacing, his wand pointed directly at her heart... she could see the Dark Mark on his forearm, jet black... she couldn't move, she was frozen in place... an evil sneer spread across his face... her eyes widened in horror as his left hand grasped her throat tightly... his mouth formed the words 'Avada Kadavra'... bright green light shot toward her heart and she screamed a blood curdling scream...
"Ginny!"
Ginny jumped her heart racing and her palms sweating.
"Ginny," Colin hissed at her. "Snape, he's-"
"Mister Creevey..." Snape seethed, approaching the table.
Colin eyed him nervously. Ginny sat, motionless, not breathing. The picture of her professor murdering her was still fresh in her mind. She glanced up tentatively, fearing the worst.
"I would ask that you not interrupt me when I am teaching, Creevey!" Snape glared down at him.
Colin gulped. "P-professor, I-I apologize, sir, I-I-I, er, w-we-"
"Silence! I do not want to hear your pathetic excuses, Creevey!" He now rounded on Ginny: "You Weasleys are all the same... no respect!"
Ginny used all her willpower to not grab her wand right then.
"100 points from Gryffindor- EACH!"
Ginny looked away, furious. She wasn't sure what was worse- dreaming of her own demise or being shouted at by Snape.
The Gryffindor stepped down the stairs to the dungeon classroom, her footsteps echoing eerily down the empty corridors. "Don't they ever light torches down here??" She thought exasperatedly, about to reach for her wand. Ginny stopped; was that a footstep? She whipped around... the hallway was empty, as it had been. Frowning at her edginess, she turned back around and continued toward the class.
Suddenly, a hand crept up her skirt from behind and stroked her ever so softly. A voice whispered, "Morning, Weasley," simultaneously. Ginny jumped, taken by surprise, and wrenched away.
"Sod you, Malfoy," she spat, glaring at him dangerously. "You and your bloody family." Ginny held his gaze, still glaring, before entering the classroom.
"Fantastic! I reckon my dad would fancy a go!" Draco called after her.
Ginny rolled her eyes and sat down next to Colin Creevey.
After chatting with Colin for a few moments, Ginny realized Professor Snape was blatantly absent from the room. Other students were cottoning on as well; heads turned curiously, searching for their instructor. Ginny eyed the door anxiously, her fingers gripping the edge of her seat tightly.
Her mind began to make horrific images... she was trapped... Snape was walking toward her, menacing, his wand pointed directly at her heart... she could see the Dark Mark on his forearm, jet black... she couldn't move, she was frozen in place... an evil sneer spread across his face... her eyes widened in horror as his left hand grasped her throat tightly... his mouth formed the words 'Avada Kadavra'... bright green light shot toward her heart and she screamed a blood curdling scream...
"Ginny!"
Ginny jumped her heart racing and her palms sweating.
"Ginny," Colin hissed at her. "Snape, he's-"
"Mister Creevey..." Snape seethed, approaching the table.
Colin eyed him nervously. Ginny sat, motionless, not breathing. The picture of her professor murdering her was still fresh in her mind. She glanced up tentatively, fearing the worst.
"I would ask that you not interrupt me when I am teaching, Creevey!" Snape glared down at him.
Colin gulped. "P-professor, I-I apologize, sir, I-I-I, er, w-we-"
"Silence! I do not want to hear your pathetic excuses, Creevey!" He now rounded on Ginny: "You Weasleys are all the same... no respect!"
Ginny used all her willpower to not grab her wand right then.
"100 points from Gryffindor- EACH!"
Ginny looked away, furious. She wasn't sure what was worse- dreaming of her own demise or being shouted at by Snape.