Camzella Blake

Sun, 22 Oct 2006 02:36:52 GMT

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Wellllllllllll.
how....
pleasant.

Sun, 22 Oct 2006 02:32:03 GMT

Woah! Step back - the future's so bright for you it's blinding me! You are the coolest of the cool. Everyone looks up to you as the benchmark for being coooool. The fonze was your grandfather. Any cooler and you'd freeze! WOO it's chilly in here.

Cool quizzes at Go-Quiz.com

you know i PWN.

RPG Madness

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 02:53:01 GMT

Lemme add to that RPG Character list.

Draco.
Seamus.
Lavender.
Ginny.
Lily.
Blaise.
Hermione.
Oliver.
Bellatrix.
Theodore.
Harry.

So, ha. I am insane, thanks.

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 21:27:32 GMT

Er. My life is evil. However, I've apparently had the time to go and join about fifteen different RPGs. Wanna know my character list at the moment?

Draco.
Seamus.
Lavender.
Ginny.
Lily.
Blaise.
Hermione.

Someone kill me. Right now. Or something. I'm at Elena's house. In NY. Jon has college. And Kelzz took his laptop, he's gotta wet himself. Kelzz connected us this morning and spazzed the whole damn computer, so our conversations meshed together and I said a lot of dumb stuff...haha. lol. Okay. And Taco Bell is whore food. Because Elena and I are whores.

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 20:40:22 GMT

Camzella Blake
Mysterious
Obsessed

Well. Haven't been updating like a good little girl. Should ask Lenniiiiiii the possibility of giving her my fics. Maybe she could continue them for me. "Without the style and grace that I did."

Betcha don't know what band that is.

Anyway, my dad's getting married tomorrow.

To-fucking-morrow.

And I don't even know what I'm going to do with myself today. I suppose I should go out for a little walk or something. Tomorrow. My dad is going to get married to fucking Jilly. TOMORRROWWWW.

"It's only a day away."

Tue, 25 Jul 2006 04:12:24 GMT

No, I'm alive and haven't ditched LiveJournal, okay? Sheesh. Life has just been a whore to me, so all I could do was write fics.

So, right now, I will be directing you to A) A fic that I don't plan on posting to FanFiction.Net until I feel like it, and B)A re-edited version of Freedom's Liberty, Slavery's Blood. Mind you, I just joined the site, and it's Blaise/Hermione only. OTPPPPPPP. Okay, so, here it is.

New Fanfic: You Are
Revised: Freedom's Liberty

And, I guess that's it. I don't think I should start posting my new fics on my LJ, because that wouldn't be fair, so I'll try and post here tomorrow. I have a ton of fics that I should be working onnn.

Like...

Chapter 24 of Helping Her
Chapter 8 of Emotions
Chapter 8 of Another Kind of Help
Chapter 5 of Freedom's Liberty, Slavery's Blood
Chapter 1 of You Are

Stressful, right? Damn, I wish I were Lenniiiii. Genius girl who spits out one-shots like saliva. Evilllllll. Well, ttfn.

♥Camzella Malfoy

Wed, 12 Jul 2006 20:22:51 GMT

So, I made like the giantest twist in AKH. And I'm glad I did, or Lenny would flip at me. Here's our comment post.

dirtyxemoxkid: how's akh?
camzy_zabini: akh is fine.
as fine as it can get.
i can't help it, I almost killed Draco.
almost.
my consciousness was eating my soul.
so I spared him.
thank god for soul-eating consciousnesses.
dirtyxemoxkid:oh no.
no no no.
you didn't kill Draco.
you couldn't kill Draco.
Draco is Draco.
no no no.
oh no no no no!
whew.
thank god for your mercy, Camz.

i would have eaten you, dollie, don't worry about consciousnesses.

So, therefore, I am glad I have spared my valiant fighter, Draco. Check it out, how he almost died. Right here.

Oh, info and stuff.

Title: Another Kind of Help

Genre: Drama/ Romance/ Humor

Category: Sequel/ Full Story

Summary: [SequeltoGirlHelp] Harry and Hermione have moved on with their life. They've got a family to take care of and friends to have fun with. But soon, someone's going to help them. Another kind of help, a kind they don't need. When dangerous things start happening to their friends and family, who is to blame? Has Ginny let it go?

Girl Help

Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6

Another Kind of Help

Chapter 7: The Sacrifice

"Jay-Jason.." She stuttered out, watching him. She stood and stepped back. "Jason..." He made a violent grab for her, ctaching her arm and pulling her down. With a scream, she felt his arm press against her neck. In defense, she kicked his stomach and let him doubled over her, before shoving him away and running through the house.

--

Hermione looked up to see Draco enter. "Door was open. What the hell happened here?" The blonde asked, eyeing the redheaded body in the corner of the room.

"A lot more than I feel like explaining right now, but I will anyway." Draco sat in a chair in front of the couple, reiterating an altered version of Harry's story, seeing as he knew what happened at his house already. When she finished, Draco grimaced.

"So, genius, you left Kali in the house alone with Jason?" Hermione nodded.

"The Imperious stopped when Ginny died." Draco shook his head.

"My father was a Death Eater." He cringed, but said it nonetheless. "The curse, when done the way it was done, meaning when an order was left to a person about another person, it's usually forgotten until contact happens. Physical contact, of course." Hermione paled.

"Then I've given Kali's life away." Without thinking, each of them in turn apparated to the Smith house.

--

Hermione and Draco had each run up to the second floor, and found Kali in the bedroom, cowering on the floor in front of Jason, whose wand was pointed angrily at her. Jason turned to face Hermione and Draco, which gave Kali the opportunity to dart from behind him and towards Hermione, in succession. Stumbling into Hermione, the girls hugged each other. Draco was armed with his wand, pointing it at Jason.

"Go! Both of you, go!" Neither of them going anywhere, Draco turned back, still watching Jason. He placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder.

"You have children to live for--" He started.

"So do you! You have no one else..." She replied, teary-eyed and shooken up.

"Amy still has her mother, right in front of me. Now go!" Complying, Hermione ran down the stairs, trying to block out the yelling. And finally, when she was right above the room they were in on the first floor, Hermione heard a strong voice exclaim, "Avada Kedavra!" followed by a loud shout of, "No!"

Running back up the stairs faster than she had upon arrival, she threw the door open and saw that both Kali and Draco had ducked to the floor and a searing hole was in the door from the Killing Curse, and Jason was standing with his wand outstretched. Draco pushed Kali away from the target of Jason as soon as the man opened his mouth, so Draco was in the path of the curse.

"Don't!" Hermione exclaimed, landing to the floor beside Draco. He looked at her.

"Get out of her, Hermione!" But she shook her head, and closed her eyes as Jason exclaimed, "Avada Kedavra!" The curse hit its mark without fail.

Both Draco and Hermione collapsed to the floor beside each other, seemingly dead. Jason stared at the two for a while, before gaining his own consciousness. Kali had been leaning against the wall, shaking and crying. Jason pulled her into his arms, equally upset. A few minutes passed, before the door was opened. Melissa, Amy, and Harry filed in, surveying the scene with horror.

"Hermione..." He said softly, while Amy screamed, "Daddy!" and ran over to Draco's limp form. Harry brushed curls from Hermione's face and observed her.

"No..." He said. "This can't be happening...I just got her back, finally! She can't be dead...not yet." He was afraid to hold her. If he did, it would confirm that she was dead--that she wasn't coming back to him, ever. Death was quite the tricky business, and right now, it was working wonders.

Sorely, Hermione sat up. "Harry..." She gasped from lack of air, looking around. He embraced her, now afraid that she would leave, Melissa hugging her mother as well. After the embrace, Hermione turned to Draco and Amy. The blonde girl was sitting beside her father, tearful. Hermione just wanted to help...she reached out to hug Amy, who sobbed into her shoulder.

"He can't be dead..." She said softly. Hermione brushed her hair down loosely. "I know, Amy, I know." She felt tears come to her eyes as well. He lay there, beside where she had just sat up, blonde hair falling into his face and silver eyes still open.

Harry asked quietly, "Is he dead?"

"Dear Merlin, I hope not!" She exclaimed, dropping her head, tears sliding down her face. "He can't die, Amy needs him." Hermione suddenly felt drained, her eyes fluttering, and she almost let go of Amy faintly, before regaining consciousness. And then, Draco sat up, alive. Amy shrieked loudly, before wrapping an arm around her father as well, pulling Draco and Hermione, closer than needed. They didn't seem to care, though, the both of them gracious that their lives were extended.

"How did this happen?" He asked her quietly, holding Amy seperately, as Melissa curled up in her lap. Hermione looked thoughtful.

"I heard about this from a Divination text, complete rubbish, but seems to apply...That when two people die together by means of the Killing Curse, it's rarely possible that only one of them can accept the death. You accepted it, Draco, making this a rare situation." The brunette paused to let this sink in with him, before continuing.

"You accepted it because of your believe in my ability to take care of Amy for you. Then, to add on, it's also possible in this situation...to give life. That's what I did, by conflicting with your reason of death. You thought that I could stay with my family and take care of Amy, but I thought that Amy needed just you, which in turn gave you half of my life. It's some complicated ritual process called 'Equal Death.' I read about it a while ago."

Draco looked at her. "So basically, since we died together, I gave you life because of my own motive and you gave me my life from your own?" Hermione nodded.

"Again, it's a complicated ritual, and we didn't know we were doing it."She commented. Kali looked up.

"I'm glad you're all right, the both of you. Thank you, Draco. I owe you my life." The blonde shook his head.

"Honestly, you don't. Trust me, it makes up for what I've done in the past." He said, holding Amy to his chest possessively. Kali smiled at him.

"The past is the past and the present is now. And now, I owe you my life." He chuckled lightly, before giving a resigned sigh.

"All right, Kali Smith, if that's the only way it's getting done, then so be it." And the group was finally at peace. But it wouldn't be disturbed this time.

Another Kind of Help

Chapter 7: The Sacrifice

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 16:46:04 GMT

Camzella Blake
Excited
Morose

Okay, so I'm excited about the 100/200 reviews thing for my stories. And, they're my favorite pairs. Anyway, my dad says that he was nervous about the whole, me, Jon, and Kelse accepting him and his marriage thing, but face facts! Jon doesn't really live around anymore, and mom was dead when Kelse was around! It was really me who had to accept it, and I couldn't tell my dad no, that he couldn't marry her! That's his choice.

On other news, Jon came over this morning to tell us that he's got a girlfriend. Lucky. I'm glad for him, I guess. Let's hope he does all right through college. He wasn't exactly a genius, well, he didn't act it, but he's the best older brother in the world. So, I supposed that's about it.

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 16:33:02 GMT

Okay, so I finally updated. My hardware was fixed and Chapter 6 of Another Kind of Help is up and Chapter 7 of Emotions is up and Chapter 21 of Helping Her is up and posted on dramione. See, I would post Emotions on the blaise-hermione, but I don't know what my updating situation with that will be. Oh well.

If you're interested in reading these, Emotions is a Veela!HermioneBlaise, Another Kind of Help is the sequel to my HarryHermione story Girl Help, and Helping Her, of course, is DracoHermione.

Two things to celebrate.

Helping Her hit the 200 review mark at Chapter 20!

Emotions hit the 100 review mark at Chapter 7!!!!!!!!

Okay, I'm more excited about Emotions, because that means that I've been getting somewhere over fifteen reviews per chapter. Squee. And Helping Her got back up, which is a good thing. Yay!

Another thing...I may be back later with a HarryHermione one-shot. So, yeah. Look for it. Bye!

Camzella

Wed, 28 Jun 2006 01:55:23 GMT

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Okay, so my hardware was fixed! Whoopeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Okay, so I've got Chapter 7 of Emotions and Chapter 6 of Another Kind of Help is being fixed. Okay? Good. And...er, I'm reuploading Helping Her, because it's getting on my nerves, and Thuyen reviewed. And I did reread it and realize how sucky my writing was that time ago.

BUT!!!! This is important. I will not update again until I finish Helping Her, which shouldn't take long. But, I will be typing on the other ones, so they'll be ready to update. Okay? Good. And I may post some of them here. Be on watch. As for now, here's Emotions and a preview for Another Kind of Help.

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[<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2572811/1/>Emotions</a>]

Weird enough, Hermione thought all through breakfast that day, after that incident, Blaise hadn't taken into account that they were standing about two inches apart. He had walked past them and sat on the couch, pulling out various items of homework. Hermione blushed and muttered something to Draco, walking stiffly and hurriedly into her room and shutting the door.

She remembered. Oh, she remembered. Playing with the food on her plate, she was nervous. Tomorrow was her birthday, and she'd be a full-Veela. Excusing herself from the table, she planned on walking to the library. She got out of the Great Hall and found Marina and Harry waiting for her. Wait, how didn't she noticed Harry's absence from the table? Smiling, she let them guide her off.

-

As she entered her Common Room, she looked around. Chairs were located all across the room and everything was in order. From another door, Hermione could hear voices, before it opened. Dumbledore walked out, followed by a middle aged man, with a middle aged woman following, and an older one. The middle aged man was most definitely Mr. Granger, Hermione's father. How he had gotten to Hogwarts, Hermione could never be able to figure out, because he was giving Dumbledore an angry look.

The middle aged woman was indeed, Mrs. Granger, who was sobbing into her hands softly. The other man, looking older, was wrinkle free, but had dark brown hair and enchanting clear grey eyes. His eyes swept the room quickly, before meeting with Hermione's and winking at her. She watched as her father noticed her and walked over. Hugging his daughter, he pulled back.

"Hermione, if I had known. If only I had known, we wouldn't be in this situation." Hermione placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Dad, calm down, it's okay. What exactly is the matter?" Hermione's father shook his head angrily as the older brunette walked over.

"He wants to divorce your mother because she's Veela!" He exclaimed. Hermione looked at her father and then at her mother.

"You can't do that, Dad! That's not fair, Mum's not even a Veela! Grandmamma is and I am! Are you going to leave the both of us?" Hermione wrapped her arms around her mother distraughtly, watching her father.

"This--this man--he can't be her father. Your grandfather--"

"He is her biological grandfather! Do not lie to Hermione!" Marina shouted, pointing at the older man. So, she thought, this was James Colton. James put a comforting arm around Marina, who was glaring at Hermione's father. Hermione let her mother go, as she walked forward to Mr. Granger. Mr. Granger turned back to Hermione.

"This is too much for you to handle, Hermione. You won't be able to go through this alone, you know--it's going to be painful and hard." Marina pushed Mr. Granger away from Hermione.

"No one said Hermione was doing this alone. She's got me and her mother and her grandfather and her friends. It's just you that's against this. She's your daughter."

"Forget it!" Mr. Granger exclaimed, turning away from his wife. "You there," He pointed to Dumbledore, "take me back home." Dumbledore nodded, leading Mr. Granger from the room. She still didn't know exactly where she had been led to. She watched as her mother followed, before turning to Hermione.

"Everything will be okay, Hermione. We'll work it out." She ran out, as Hermione turned to Harry, who embraced her. She cried softly onto his shoulder, as Marina flopped down into a chair and James leaned on her chair, slightly whispering to her. Every now and then his grey eyes would dart up to watch Hermione embrace Harry. When she let him go, she sniffed and wiped her eyes. She turned quietly to James.

"I'd like to talk to you, but not right now. I just need a little time." She walked out of the room, and off towards her dormitory. Marina placed a comforting hand on James' shoulder.

"It's going to be all right. She just needs a few moments." James nodded absently, watching her door to the dormitory close.

"Hermione's always needed a few minutes to compose herself." Harry said quietly, still standing up as well as they were.

"I--I just want to know her. That's all--she doesn't have to like me--"

"Nonsense, Jamie! If it was anything like the welcome I received, she'll love you for your whole life!" Marina interrupted. James smiled.

"Hermione's not usually one to hate or dislike people unless you're generally rude." Harry added.

"Well, I guess so, then. We'll just wait." James said, sitting on the couch. Marina sat next to him and took his hand.

"We'll just wait."

There was a long silence following that. Harry closed his eyes softly, wandering off, and Marina leaned her head on James' shoulder.

"Oh, Harry. Be a dear and check on Hermione, won't you?" The boy nodded, walking off to her room.
When Harry entered the room, no one was there. Instead, on her bed was a note. 'At the Astronomy Tower. Will be back.' Harry couldn't just leave her there, whether she needed time or not. He left to go and find her.

-

Opening the Astronomy Tower door, Harry peeked inside. The wind was blowly gently, circulating throughout the large room. He looked around to see Hermione sitting on the railing, one of her legs drawn up against the side and the other dangling loosely. She leaned over, before turning around. Harry could see an eminent sign of tears on her face. She smiled, despite the proven fact.

"Harry! What are you doing here?" He walked over to her and sat beside her on the railing.

"Are you feeling okay? I mean, I'd be deadly upset after that and probably wouldn't even be on that rail." Hermione wrinkled her nose in the thought.

"If you had parents, you probably wouldn't be as close to me as you are now." Harry smiled and put his arms around her comfortingly. She turned around to him and embraced him back as well.

"I just don't understand--what's the big difference between being a witch and a Veela? I mean, I didn't know about magic and then it controlled my life. And then, I didn't know about being a Veela and it controls my love life. I don't think I have any control and then when I get a little, its snatched away by tragedy." Harry patted her back softly.

"It's almost over, Hermione. Just one more day to live through and it'll all be over." He said comfortingly. Hermione unwrapped her arms from around him and stood.

"We should be getting back, shouldn't we?" Harry nodded and stood with her, heading downstairs.

-

Upon arrival in the Common Room, Hermione noted that her grandfather wasn't around, but Marina and Ginny were waiting in her room, beckoning her to come in. She and Harry walked in and sat down. Marina had a flask in her hand.

"Hermione. I've made something that should show you who you're mate is. Okay? So, you'll be lying here for thirty minutes, but you'll see something. This will only work within this hour now, so hurry." It had just turned seven. Hermione took the potion carefully, before tipping it back and drinking it. She felt as if she was floating before she blacked out.

-

<i>Hermione's vision was blurry as she sat up, but someone walked in and sat beside her, speaking to her softly. She couldn't see, but she suddenly felt hands on her shoulders, rubbing and carressing the kinks and rolls out of her shoulders. She leaned her head backwards and let her curls fall from her head.

She rolled over onto her stomach so her shoulders could be accessed properly as the person continued their ministrations. When they stopped, Hermione turned around and could barely get a glimspe of the person, before they kissed her softly, biting her lip, and uttering, "Hermione." She unconsciously let her hands wander towards the top of the person's head, and her mind perceived silky curls. Pulling one gently into view, Hermione realized, shockingly, that they were black.

But she couldn't take that into account, she refused to believe that Blaise was her mate. Hell, he did have black, silky curls and his voice sounded awful like the one she had heard, but that was it. She didn't want it to be Blaise. She liked him the way she was and wouldn't like having him change because of him being mated to a Veela.

Hermione felt him pull her into his arms and lay his head ontop of hers. She leaned back into him, again unconsciously, and closed her eyes...</i>

-

When she opened her eyes, Marina was watching her. "Well, Hermione? Did you see anyone?" Hermione couldn't tell her grandmother. So, she shook her head.

"No, it was too fuzzy for me to identify anything." Ginny frowned, realizing that Hermione was lying, but Marina handed her the flask.

"Try again, Hermione." Again, to comply with her grandmother, Hermione drank the potion.

-

<i>It was dark and she found herself standing in front of a door. She opened it and light filtered it. She took notice of someone sleeping in the center of a bed, the covers pulled up and motionless. Something compelled her to wake them, and she walked over and realized again, that it was certainly Blaise. She shook him and he rolled over, before sitting up and looking around.

"Hermione..." He said sleepily. She felt herself cross her arms and pout at him.

"I've had another nightmare." She said morosely, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He grinned and pulled her over, into his arms. She looked down and noticed she was in a camisole and flannel pants. He rubbed his hands over her bare arms.

"What was it about?" He asked, laying his head on her shoulder. She could feel his curly hair brushed her shoulders gently.

"About you." She didn't have to turn around to know that he was grinning.

He kissed her neck. "You always dream about me." She swatted his nose and shrugged him off of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You died." She said. Blaise softened and pulled her around to give her a proper hug. Somehow, despite the fact that Blaise was her mate, picturing him dead brought tears to her eyes. He kissed her forehead and needless to say that Hermione didn't need her consciousness to bury her face into his shoulder sadly, crying.

"Oh Hermione, you always have those dreams." Blaise said, stroking her hair calmly. She grasped his forearm and looked up at him.

"But it was so scary this time--I almost felt like you were really dying." She slid from his hold and lay beside him.

"Fine, Hermione. You can stay with me for tonight, but tomorrow, the dream thing will not be the only thing getting you in my bed." Hermione blushed and nodded, before Blaise slid next to her and wrapped his arms around her. </i>

-

Again, Marina looked at her for an answer, but Hermione shook her head. "It was too fuzzy, I couldn't spot where I was going at all." Marina nodded and it was now eight o'clock, so her grandmother kissed her forehead and left, closing the door behind her. But Ginny sat on the edge of Hermione's bed, looking intently at her.

"Hermione, I know you lied to Marina." Ginny said, crossing her arms. Hermione fidgeted with her fingers, before nodding.

"I did, but I really didn't want to tell her!" Ginny placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder.

"Could you tell me?" The brunette hesistated, before nodding, and taking a breath.

"It was Blaise." Ginny gasped, looking quite shocked, before speaking again.

"That's not horrible! He's such a sweetheart! I mean, he's perfect!" Ginny told Hermione excitedly, almost jumping up and down on the bed. Hermione smiled weakly.

"I don't want him to change afterwards. After we become each other's, I want him to stay the same, not change." Ginny nodded.

"I know what you mean." She was cut off by a knock. Ginny stood.

"I'll leave you to your visitor. See you tomorrow, Almost Birthday Girl." She hugged her friend tightly, before leaving. The door stood ajar as James Colton walked in. Hermione could now fully observe the man, as he pulled a chair beside her bed.

The man was tall, about an inch taller than her grandmother and two taller than herself. He had dark brown curls, like hers, that looked slightly tamed, and captivating grey eyes. He had a kind smile and didn't look any older than her grandmother.

"Well, I suppose I should start with telling you I am, in fact, your grandfather. My name is James Anthony Colton, but you can call me Jamie and I'm fifty seven, but no one needs to know." So, at least, Hermione knew how old he was. Now that she thought about it, for grandparents, that wasn't very old.

"And I," She replied back, "Am Hermione Elizabeth Colton, you can call me Hermionne, and I'll be seventeen tomorrow, but I don't want to be." She smiled and shook his hand politely, before laughing gently. James sat up from laughter.

"So, did you really find out your mate and lie to Marina, or, did you really see it all fuzzy and tell the truth." Hermione hung her head.

"You see, I'm afraid! I don't want to tell her or him because I'm afraid that he's going to change--he's going to stop being nice to be and take control of my Veela powers. I don't want that to happen." James stopped short, before hugging his granddaughter. A bit surprisingly to him, she wrapped her arms back around him.

"I changed from being bad to good. Maybe it won't be bad, Hermione. Maybe if you tell him he'll understand." She shook her head.

"I'm afraid, Jamie. I'm just afraid." Hermione dropped her head back onto his shoulder comfortably. Well, what was there to be afraid of? </lj-cut>

Okay, and a preview of Another Kind of Help is hereeeee.

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[<a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2681968/1/">Another Kind of Help</a>]

"I can't have you around him, Hermione. It makes me feel much better to know you aren't around with the ferret trying to make him feel better." Hermione sniffled.

"So you're insecure about him being a single parent?" Hermione said softly. Harry shook his head.

"Hermione, he doesn't look like the type to be kind to anyone but his daughter. I don't trust him at all." Hermione crossed her arms.

"So, you don't trust my decision to help him either?" She said angrily.

"No, Hermione, I didn't say that! I don't trust Draco, he could be leading you straight to Ginny and I don't want that to happen--"

"Leading me to Ginny? That's rich, Harry. Really rich. Look, I can't argue with you--"

"Then stay away from him!" Harry yelled back, standing toe to toe with his wife.

"Mummy, Daddy, stop it!" Melissa stood in the stairway, and the couple could see Jake and Jonathan standing behind her.

"Don't worry about it, I'm leaving." Hermione stormed towards the door.

"No!" Melissa ran over to her mother, immediately attaching herself to her mother's legs. "Don't leave, mum, please!" Melissa exclaimed. Hermione turned.

"Look, Melissa. I promise I'll be back. I promise... I'm going to see Grandpa and Grandma...I promise I'll be back." She gently pried Melissa from her and walked from the door of the Potter house.</lj-cut>

So, yeah. I guess that's all from me.

&hearts;Camzella&hearts;

Sat, 24 Jun 2006 00:18:39 GMT

Well, um, I must admit, I went a little psycho today with ficlets and such. It was a good day, but this fic I wrote is really disturbing. And you can't second guess it, because it's really kinda complicated and intricate. So, yay for me, I wrote a one-shot!

Title: Your Own Disaster

Genre: Angst/Romance

Category: Songfic

Summary: [Songfic] [DMxHG] "Now I could make this obvious, and you, you could deny me all in one breath." That's all she has is one breath to deny him for the last time...

Crys: Don't immediately think you can second guess this story. I seriously want to know and don't lie. Review and let me know who you originally thought Draco was after before I revealed it at the end.

Your Own Disaster

Draco's eyes flashed angrily as he threw the door open. The house was still and quiet as her walked up the stairs to the master bedroom, where a petite form laying, the chest visibly rising and falling underneath the covers. He leaned over the bed, drinking in her form against the moonlight of the window.

He quickly straddled her and her eyes flew open. Quickly, without thought, his hands enclosed around her neck and squeezed tightly. She choked, clawing at his hands. With her knee, she pushed him off of the bed and scrambled off the other side, towards the door. He wasn't letting her get away--not ever.

Just think of this and me
As just a few of the many things
To lie around
To clutter up your shelves

He ran over to towards the door and slammed into it, preventing her from escaping, and pulling a knife from his belt. His arms moved to inflict her, but she wouldn't let him, blowing her dark curls from her face in an attempt to stop him. Their hands crashed, fighting and struggling against each other for control of the dangerously sharp object. She shrieked as it stabbed between her legs, almost cutting her, as the knife got stuck in the door. She shoved him hard backwards, as he fell across the bed. Struggling and finally getting it, she tugged the knife from the door.

"Why are you doing this, Draco?" She asked frantically, as he stood up. He advanced towards her and leapt at her ankles, catching her offguard and pulling her to the floor. She screamed loudly, as he pulled the knife out of her hands. Scared, she pulling the door open and ran out of her bedroom.

And I wish you weren't worth the wait
Because there's some thing's
I'd like to say to you...

He made a violent stab at her with it, watching her trip forward while in the effort of evading it, and falling down the flight of stairs. Getting herself together, she ran down the second flight, landing in the kitchen. Draco followed loyally, the knife glistening in the dark. She ducked down and pushed herself into the small kitchen opening for the house elves. Terrified, she huddled in the hole and kept quiet, hoping Draco didn't find her.

"She made me--I--kill--Hermione..." He stopped in the centre of the kitchen, his eyes dazing. For a moment, he actually looked human. But then, his face changed to normal and he looked around.

Damn it, she thought, her bracelet was right in front of the door. He would find her and chop her to piece. Damn it, Hermione. Why you?

Just think of this and me
As just a few of the many things
To lie around
To clutter up your shelves

The shadow approached her and she was terrified. His hand reached in and yanked her out. She fell onto her stomach, her head hitting the porcelain floor. She gave a strangled yell as Draco pushed the knife through her head.

Kneeling down, he brushed the dark locks from her lifeless, pale face. His eyes were still feral, gleaming with the success of her death. He pressed a kiss to her cold lips, before standing up.

And I dare you to forget
The marks you left
Across my neck
From those nights
When we were both
Found at our best

Draco entered his house in the early morning, as the sun glistened as it rose through the pale blue sky. The woman in the kitchen lowered her newspaper, in a robe, her dark curls hanging loosely over her shoulders.

"Draco, what were you out for?" She asked concernedly, as he sat next to her and made himself a cup of coffee.

"Just an early morning walk, dear." He answered, sipping his coffee, while pulling at one of her brown curls. She smiled and turned the page of the newspaper, her face changing from a bright smile to an upset frown as she scanned an article.

Just forget me
It's that simple
Just forget me
It's that simple

"Oh Draco, did you hear? Pansy was found dead in her kitchen last night...that's horrible." She shook her head sadly. Draco pulled her back into his lap, leaning his head on her shoulder as he looked at the picture in the paper of Pansy on a winter vacation, smiling happily.

"Yeah, that's horrible." He said. "We were such great friends in school, I'm so sorry for her family." Sitting beside him, Hermione was unable to see the feral grin that became Draco's face. He wasn't sorry. It was her disaster.

Your Own Disaster

Quick Note: Tell me what line you got up to before realizing who was really killed!

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 22:45:01 GMT

Ergh. I totally planned on lj-cutting the 18th chapter, but silly me, I forgot. See, I told my dad I need someno else to help me! And I posted the 17th chapter, not 18th. But oh well, I've already pasted this one, so you can read it. And my story update is on this page.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2339828/17/

Title: Helping Her

Genre: Humor/Romance

Category: Harry Potter

Summary: Draco Malfoy is always the center of attention, not the attention giver. When he and Ron Weasley accidentally turn Hermione into a five-year-old, Draco will have to give all the attention he has to the small girl.

Crys: Yes, I'm quite aware that Blaise was supposed to be expelled last chapter, but you're supposed to be trusting me. Ha. If you trusted me, cheers to you. You'll find out why you should have.

If This Isn't Good: I can't believe that! Man I really feel for Blaise. That sucks. I am on the edge of my seat though; this story just keeps getting more interesting. Great job! (LBuccalo for Chapter 17)

Chapter 18: Doloroso

Blaise aimlessly wandered the halls, his thoughts in a blur. Looking back on what he did, he wanted to kick himself in the face. Ginny was right, he was hurting everyone and he should have ended up leaving Hogwarts because of it. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he was allowed to hurt everyone for so long and just leave. Stopping by the dungeons, Blaise felt an unfamiliar placement. He was never in the dungeons. He was always in the Heads Common Room. Slowly, he packed the things he had set around his bed into a bag.

He held the last thing on his dresser, pushed all the way to the back to make room for his pain potion and broom. It was a picture of himself and Ginny on a weekend. They were outside in the snow, Blaise standing and smiling, while Ginny wrapped both of her arms around his neck, looking adorable in hats and gloves, especially as the wind whipped the green and silver scarf around her neck. He sighed to himself, wondering how such an important picture was all the way in the back.

'You always push the important things back and it comes back to slap you in the face!' Ginny had told him. She was completely and utterly right. Everything that he had, he was slowly losing, until the last thing--the most important, was the hardest. Finally cleaning up the area, he shrunk his trunk to the size of an owl cage and made it light so he could carry it.

Leaving the dungeons, he made his way slowly up the flights of stairs, perhaps his last time journeying up the enormous staircases of the wizarding school. Making it to the fourth floor, to his own surprise, his girlfriend was walking out of the lavatory, wiping her eyes.

"Ginny!" The girl whirled around and spotted Blaise. Before she could run off, he walked over. She frowned and crossed her arms.

"I'm leaving." He said morosely. She instantaneously laughed. Blaise couldn't believe her. After as long as she had known him, she had known him never to kid, and she was laughing at him! She actually thought he wasn't being serious with her.

"You're joking." She smiled joyously, actually believing what she had said. He shook his head and rattled his trunk.

"I've been expelled for hurting Nott." He said quietly. She stopped laughing and looked up at him with shaking breaths.

"You're being expelled---" She said to herself, unable to grasp it. "You deserve it." She said rudely, turning away from him.

"You'll never see me again." Blaise added.

"I don't care."

"I'll break up with you right now."

"Go right ahead."

"I'll sleep with fifty girls and mail you details."

"I won't answer my owls." She turned to face him defiantly. "I don't care about you anymore. I'm tired of you hurting me and I hope you hurt as much as I did." She said vehemently, turning on her heels.

"I'll be sorry for the rest of my life." Ginny crumbled. The girl had been so intent on walking away, leaving Blaise standing there with his trunk composing ways to make her come back, yet she had dissolved at the mention of an apology.

It was just Blaise. Blaise could hurt her as many times as he wanted to, yet could apologize and make her come back because she loved him. And it hurt so bad to be able to do that when she wanted to walk away so bad. Blaise walked slowly over to where she had stopped and wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his trunk drop to the floor with a loud thud, and lay his head on her shoulder.

"Will you ever forgive me, Ginny?"

"I--I can't, Blaise." She said softly, melting into him. He pressed his lips gently to her neck, murmuring against the soft skin.

"Yes, you can. Just say you forgive me..." He spoke quietly, feeling her come undone in his arms. She dropped her head, letting her sleek hair fall over her face.

"I can't forgive you, Blaise." She murmured softly.

"Fine." He said calmly, picking up his trunk. "I'll be in the Hospital Wing." He left Ginny standing in the hallway, looking distraught.

--

Arriving in the Hospital Wing, Blaise pulled a chair over to Theodore Nott's bed. He had fifteen minutes to spare and decided what to do with it.

"Nott, I know you can't hear me, but I'm sorry. Hell, I have a horrific temper; you've known that for all of my life. Remember when my mother threw that tea party when I was little so I could make friends? I was five, shit, I didn't want friends. I punched Crabbe in the face because he took one of the teacakes off of my table...."

He laughed to himself. "Theo, we used to be such good friends! What happened? I mean, yeah, I went--am going--ah, hell, I don't know. She hates me, Theo; Ginny can't stand the sight of me. But I love her so much--I just have to reign my temper."

Blaise sighed and let a few seconds pass before continuing. "If you ever wake up--ever, just know that I meant what I did. I hope you take it as a warning. But I'm sorry I had to do it--I'm sorry I was obligated to. I wouldn't have if it hadn't been for those comments, Nott. I'm truly sorry and hope that one day you can forgive me."

At that moment, the Hospital Wing doors burst open to reveal Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall all arguing as Ginny followed them in and walked over.

"What's going on?" He asked her.

"Oh, Madam Pomfrey left the monitor on for Nott incase he wakes up and heard you apologizing, so they're taking a board vote on whether you should be expelled or not." She still held a look of disdain on her face, yet she was in front of him.

"Ginny, please, can't you--"

"Mister Zabini! Miss Weasley, my office, now!" The Headmaster exclaimed loudly over his colleagues' argument.

--

Arriving at the Headmaster's office, he saw that other teachers were there, such as Flitwick, Vector, Hagrid, Binns, and Sprout. Sitting in a chair, Blaise was quietly listening.

"We have heard your private apology to Mister Nott, Mister Zabini, and some of us take it seriously. So know, we will go around and cast votes whether or not you deserve to stay here." Blaise nodded and listened.

Flitwick was first. "I could never vote Blaise away. He's a wonderful Charms student--perhaps the best male student we've had in a while. I do believe he was quite sincere, there would have been no one to lie to but himself." Blaise smiled at his professor and Vector spoke.

"You're a wonderful student, Blaise, but I do believe you are unjust with what you have done. School is a learning environment and if you cannot keep it safe, you have to be removed. I'm sorry." Blaise nodded understandingly.

"Well, er, don't really know 'im, but to me i' seemed rat'er irate to 'urt some'un because of wha they said." Hagrid said. Blaise nodded, he had never taken Care of Magical Creatures, so he wouldn't know whether he would get along with Hagrid.

It was Professor Binns turn to speak. "Blaise, you've always been a prized student of mine. If you leave this school, I will never have anything to look forward to, other than little Hermione." He grinned. "You're in on my vote."

Sprout stood. It was completely up to Blaise's Herbology teacher. He suddenly wished that he were Neville Longbottom, who had a knack for plants. Sure, he had blown up a few things in Herbology class, but could Professor Sprout forgive that?

"Blaise, you've been quite the troublemaker. You know from some class lectures that I don't like fighting and I'm sorry for this..." Blaise froze. "Severus, I can't let the boy leave."

Ginny jumped up from her seat and hugged Blaise tightly, who was beaming happily.

"I thought you--" He started, but she quieted him.

"I forgive you." She was quietly, before kissing him chastely on the lips. "I'll help you unpack, come on." As Ginny attempted to follow Blaise, she stumbled out into the hallway, slamming harshly into the opposite wall, looking dazed and doubled over in pain.

"Ginny!" Blaise called out, bracing her slightly. "What's wrong?" She shook her head stupidly, tears in her eyes.

"I don't know what I was thinking..." She said softly, a tear rolling down her cheek. Blaise tilted her chin up.

"Ginny, what did you do?" He asked concernedly to her. "What's wrong? Please tell me what happened!" He exclaimed. She looked up at him.

"I--I took Hermione's pills." Blaise let go of her. There were a tin of pills that Hermione left in the Gryffindor Common Room to lessen the affects of depression; Madam Pomfrey had given them to the small girl a while ago and they would have a reverse affect on someone else, making them depressed if they weren't prescribed right.

"Holy hell, Ginny! What were you thinking?" He asked, closing his eyes. He remembered those pills she had to take. There were about ten left. The Professors had rushed out into the hallway, muttering amongst themselves. Ginny slid down slowly against the wall.

"Ginny, let me help you..." Blaise attempted, to scoop her up, but she kicked out at him.

"No! Leave me alone!" She sobbed softly. "It's your fault! You and your fighting!" Blaise shook his head and knelt down.

"Ginny, if you don't let me help you, you're going to die."

"Like you care!" Blaise shrinked back. What happened to forgiving him? Ignoring her, he took her into her arms, allowing her to kick and scream and slap and yell at him as he carried her to the Hospital Wing.

"Minerva," Professor Dumbledore called to the woman, "call the Weasleys here, now. Their daughter may be dying."

--

As Blaise made it to the Hospital Wing, Ginny's head lolled. "Ginny!" He said softly to her, prodding her. Her eyes opened and she looked at him.

"I want to go to sleep--please, let me just go to sleep...I wanna die..." She said softly, pushing her eyes closed. Blaise shook her awake.

"Almost there, Ginny, it'll be okay. Hang on..." Pushing the door open, Blaise looked around. Draco was still supposed to be here---ugh, too much to worry about at the moment. Placing Ginny on a bed, Blaise briefed Madam Pomfrey on the situation.

"You all are such pains...just creating problems for me to fix, aren't cha? The blonde boy already disappeared--"

"What?" Blaise exclaimed in surprised. Draco disappeared? But he could have--unless he found a way to brew the Dolattivone Potion. Nott lay a few beds away from Ginny, thank goodness.

"Not now, Mister Zabini, she can't stay here. We have to spell her and then take her to St. Mungo's. Are her family members coming?" Blaise nodded as Ginny lay there. Just then, the question was self answered, as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley along with the twin walked in, Mrs. Weasley rushing over to the Slytherin.

"Dearie, what's wrong?" Blaise sighed softly.

"She overdosed on Hermione's depression pills." The Weasley twins shook their heads.

"Nonsense." They announced together, giving Blaise a distrustful look.

"There's no way--"Fred started.

George added, "That Ginny takes pills--"

"That aren't hers--"

"She's a neat freak!" George finished.

"Why would I lie? She took the pills from Hermione's room. She took them all--all ten....it was my fault--I should have never--" Mrs. Weasley put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"The only way it could be your fault is that you gave them to her or watched her do it. Did you?" She asked to prove him. He shook his head. "Exactly, so don't blame yourself."

Blaise shook his head to himself and sat beside Ginny's bed, holding her hand. "But I made her hate me, which made her not want to live--Mrs. Weasley, that's all she was saying on the way up here, 'let me go to sleep, I wanna die...' She's breaking my heart!" He exclaimed, clenching her hand softly, and raising it to his lips, kissing her hand softly.

There was silence as spells were cast over Ginny's still body by the nurse, the twins watching interestedly, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley watching worriedly. Finally, when she finished, she turned.

"We need to get her to St. Mungo's. She should be conscious in a few minutes, prod her every now and then. And you, Mister Zabini, please try to stay out of here. Return here immediately so I can talk to her." He smiled, picking Ginny up carefully.

--

They had to walk off of the grounds. Blaise was ahead, because the Weasleys hung back allowing him to talk with their half-conscious daughter. The path was slightly worn, the cobblestones becoming uneven as they walked down the hill.

"Ginny.." Blaise said softly, prodding the girl. Her brown eyes half opened.

"Leave me alone...I'm dying--so close, leave me alone." She said quietly, her eyes looking far away.

"Ginny, you're talking nonsense!" Blaise insisted, shaking her softly. She turned her head to face him and glare.

"It's your fault, Blaise. You made me hate you and all I lived for was you. You broke my heart, Blaise. I loved you--I loved you so much and you hurt me--you hurt me again." She said softly, but cruelly.

"I apologized, Ginny, I apologized over and over again! You said you forgave me...what is there? How many times am I going to have to apologize to you for that?" Her eyes met his in a cool clash as she spoke calmly.

"Until it's the last word you've ever spoken." After saying that, Ginny wouldn't answer him, but she turned away from his gaze and watched the ground pass under his feet. Blaise watched her sadly, as he continued. The Weasleys looked on in sadness.

"I hope the pills haven't made her delusional as well..." Molly Weasley said to herself. Arthur clasped her hands.

"She'll be okay." He said comfortingly, walking slowly. The twins were quiet, most likely unable to find humor in the situation. Reaching the gates of Hogwarts, Blaise pushed them open and walked out, waiting for the Weasleys. When they stopped beside him, they clutched his hands and apparated alongside him.

--

After putting Ginny in a room, the Weasleys and Blaise sat outside while the medi-wizards and medi-witches sucked the chemicals out of her stomach, a gruesome procedure. Molly looked to Blaise, who was watching the door for any sign of movement. Doctors were slowly filing out, with happy looks, hinting she was alive. So, now less worried, the Weasleys waited.

"Are you all right?" Molly asked the dark haired boy. He shook his head, standing up.

"I shouldn't be here." He said to himself. He began to walk down the hallway, hearing the Weasleys' gasp as someone wrapped their arms around him from behind. He looked down at the small, pale hands that he had held in his own not long ago.

"Ginny?" He questioned. The girl let go of him to hug him the right way. "Ginny, I--"

"No, it's my fault. The doctors said those pills made me suicidal because, well, that's how she got half of the Dolattivone Potion. I'm so sorry, Blaise, please don't leave." She said softly. He smiled knowingly, leaning down and kissing her softly.

"It's all right." He said quietly with a smile on his face. Molly's face split into a wide grin at seeing her daughter awake and happy. She half turned.

"Mum, we're going back! See you!" Ginny called to her mother. Blaise let go of her hands.

"Go talk to your mother, I'll see you at school." The boy nodded, pushing Ginny toward her mother.

--

Ginny embraced her parents as she walked over and allowed the twins to hug her as well.

"Ginny, we were so worried about you! What in the world were you thinking, girl?" Molly scolded, but holding Ginny close to her all the same. Ginny smiled.

"I don't even know anymore, mum. " The redheaded girl said softly. Her mother smiled and kissed her daughter's cheek affectionately.

"One thing is certain, that charming boy was very worried about you, Blaise? Your boyfriend, you said?" Ginny blushed and nodded. "Dearie, you never told me what House he was in!"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, mum. He's in Slytherin." Molly's face fell pale. Ginny looked up at her mother, her expression changing from a smile to a frown.

"Mum--"

"Ginny, do you know how dangerous it is?" The girl nodded slowly. "And you'd still love him, even if I told you the worst about him?" Ginny nodded again, her head bowed shamefully. Her mother tilted her head up and kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Then he's perfect." She said, Ginny hugging her mother tightly. Arthur took her hands as well.

"Just don't get hurt, dear. There's a tip about student Death Eaters...We've got heavy guards and everyone's afraid that they'll break it...." Ginny nodded.

"We'll apparate you, Ginny!" The twins chorused. Grabbing their sister's hand, the three Weasleys apparated.

--

After the twins left Ginny, she spotted Blaise up ahead of her and ran over to him. "Blaise!" She said excitedly, swinging her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. He grinned and walked a bit slower so she could keep up with his long strides. It was silent again, like the way down to the Hospital Wing, Blaise and Ginny's hands laced together cutely.

Pushing the doors open, the hallways were barren. Ginny and Blaise ignored this, assuming classes were on and walked up to the Hospital Wing, where Madam Pomfrey was talking in hushed tones.

"What's going on?" Blaise asked, allowing Ginny to sit on a bed. The nurse looked hollow eyed.

"Oh, Miss Weasley, the second green potion on the left with your name on it is yours." Ginny obediently grabbed it as the medi-witch turned to Blaise.

"Mister Zabini, since the blonde boy disappeared, strange things have been going on. A corridor in the Gryffindor Wing has a drawing of the Dark Mark and the Hufflepuff Table had You-Know-Who's name burned into it. Professor Dumbledore put everyone on house arrest and I'm afraid you can't leave the wing as of now."

"But Madam Pomfrey, where did he go?"

"Supposedly, he was transported along with Hermione to the second phase of the Dolattivone Potion. We had barely enough time before to rack her brain for the memory of it." The nurse said tiredly. Blaise nodded and returned worriedly to Ginny.

"Draco's gone along with Hermione somehow to the second form of the potion and now the school's in danger. You know what, we've got to find the Pensieve of her first form, they got it from her." The Slytherin told her softly and in hushed tones, as so Madam Pomfrey couldn't hear him. Ginny nodded and opened her mouth to talk but didn't.

"Do you hear that?" She said quietly, as a low rumbling was heard. A Ravenclaw shrieked loudly and ran away from the window she was standing in front of as that whole wall blew up. Blaise shouted Ginny's name loudly, pushing her to the ground to prevent impact, before falling over from the debris rocketing forward from the explosion.

Slowly, the dust cleared. People stood up confusedly, minor scrapes and cuts. Madam Pomfrey was terrified, looking out of a hole in the wall at a swarm of black hooded Death Eaters storming in. The door was thrown open by Dumbledore.

"We're in war, Poppy!" He exclaimed. A groan was heard and Dumbledore stepped over a fallen piece of rubble and moved it with his wand, revealing the bruised face of Ginny Weasley. "Professor..." She got out slowly, pulling herself to her feet. "What's happened?"

"Miss Weasley, Death Eaters have stormed the school. Keep up your guard." She nodded slowly, before turning back to the rubble. A large pile lay besides where she had been. Carefully pulling rocks away from it, she uncovered a head of dark hair with blood oozing from it. She screamed loudly. Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore rushed over, Pomfrey taking Ginny away from the gruesome sight. The head was speared on one of the legs of a hospital bed.

Ginny turned into Madam Pomfrey's shoulder and sobbed loudly. "Blaise!" She exclaimed loudly. She shrieked loudly again and again until her voice collapsed as she slid to the floor in pain.

"There's another body here, Poppy. And they both look exactly like Blaise Zabini."

"Well, Albus, Terry Boot was here also. He has quite the strong resemblance to Blaise." Ginny shook her head slowly, unable to believe this. They had mixed up the identities of two students.

--

In the Entrance Hall, all hell was loose. The hallway was swarmed with Death Eaters and students battling, curses, hexes, and spells shot from every direction possible. Loud crashes and other sounds were occurring around them, but no one could really stop to pay attention. A little further away, on the first floor, Ron and Pansy dueled three Death Eaters.

"Impedimenta!" Pansy cried to one of them, affectively slowing the use of their wand, before making an 'x' with her wand and exclaiming, "Flagrate!" An 'x' of fire sailed across the fabric, the Death Eater slowly trying to put it out, but failing and collapsing, a burn mark sizzling flesh.

"Locomotor Mortis!" Ron snapped twice in succession, effectively stopped two Death Eaters. In thought with Ron, Pansy shot the spell at him. "Aguamenti!" At the same time, the redhead's spell faced the two leg-locked Death Eaters. "Relashio!" The water combining with the spark of his wand caused a jet of hot water to spew out. They fell backwards, Pansy turning away into Ron's arms as their legs snapped straight through from the intense pressure on their legs and of the water jets.

"It's okay. Come on, even if we hate him at the moment, we have to make sure Harry's all right." Clasping her hand, they ran from the first floor and made their way up. The Death Eaters had only gotten as far as the fifth floor and skipped the below grounds, so the only safe places were Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Towers, as well as the Hufflepuff Commons. No one really dared finding or hiding in the Slytherin Commons at a time as such.

Finally making it to the Tower, the door was flung open to reveal Harry at Theodore Nott's wand level. The boy's Death Eater mask lay beside his feet, his robe long and flowing.

"An audience, Potter? You've helped me well, and now to cover tracks." Ron drew his wand and pointed it at Nott's back.

"Avada Kedavra!" He cried out, Nott falling forward onto Harry, before sliding to the floor limply. "Are you all right?" Harry stared shockingly at Ron.

"You saved me and killed him--" Ron shook his head.

"Not now, I guess we'll have to patch up for now, but we're definitely talking about it when it's the time." He said, helping Harry up and walking out.

--

That was it. Professor Dumbledore had distinguished the features. Standing to an upright position, he held the other badly bruised boy carefully and knelt with his body slowly beside Ginny, surprising strength for an old man.

"Miss Weasley..." He said softly, laying the body over her lap as she sobbed quietly. "It's Mister Zabini." Let out a loud cry, Ginny bent herself over the unconscious body; gracious that he wasn't dead, but upset that he wasn't awake. "The other was Terry Boot. We're sorry for that. We've got to move you to safety."

Ginny and Professor Dumbledore, who carried Blaise, placed a disillusionment charm on themselves as they made it up to the seventh floor. Entering the Gryffindor Common Room, he suspected many students were in dormitories.

"Miss Weasley, I have to go. I wish I could stay with you and Mister Zabini, but I've got things to take care of." He left the Common Room and Blaise stirred slightly. Ginny waited. Finally, ruggedly, the dark haired Slytherin sat up and looked around.

"Ginny--" He was cut off painfully as Ginny practically threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and sobbing softly. He had various scrapes and gashes, which he plainly ignored.

"Oh Blaise...don't even do that again..." She said tearfully. Blaise kissed her quickly, before standing.

"Look, Ginny, we've got to get that memory." She nodded and stood with him. "Let's go."

After leaving the Gryffindor Common Room, it was easier to reach Professor Dumbledore's office because it was on the seventh floor as well. Reaching the giant door, Blaise spoke clearly, "Butterscotch." The gargoyle sprung aside, revealing the elevator like staircase that Ginny and Blaise stood on.

No one was in the office but themselves, so they took different sides to search for the Pensieve. Finally, Ginny uncovered it from a secret drawer underneath the desk and set it on the table with a thump. Both of them touch it, before being pulled inside.

--

Blaise and Ginny stood behind Hermione, who looked around worriedly. The surroundings were a barren dirt field, windy and cold. It was dark out, but the moon shone.

"Pansy? Pansy! Blaise, Ginny, Draco! Harry--Ron...." She dropped to her knees; unable to find anyone she was familiar with. Suddenly, a loud noise was heard, when Blaise saw a mirror of himself. The boy watched Hermione rushed towards him excitedly, but Pensieve Blaise caught Hermione by her neck. She struggled and kicked her feet.

"Blaise--stop--I can't breathe--" She choked out, but the boy didn't seem to be listening. Another loud noise brought Pansy forward, whom stood beside Pensieve Blaise and grinned. Hermione reached one of the hands that were pulling at Blaise's reached out at her, but the woman smiled viciously. Pensieve Blaise finally tossed her to the ground and Pansy raised her wand to him.

"Crucio!" Tears slid from the five-year-old eyes, as she convulsed on the ground.

"Stop!" A voice cried. "Leave her alone!" Pensieve Ginny rushed towards Pansy and set the curse off of its course. Pensieve Ginny stood straight. "Leave it to me." Pointing her wand at Hermione, she pressed it to her throat. "Sectumsempra!"

Hermione's neck gruesomely split open and she screamed loudly, blood bubbling sickeningly at the wound. Ginny turned to Blaise and wrapped her arms around him, unable to watch. Pensieve Ginny repeated the curse to Hermione's stomach, her neck sealing up but blood smearing as Pansy kicked her boredly.

"Stop it! Please stop it, this isn't real!" She exclaimed. "You'd never do this to me! It's not real; it's not possible!" And then, slowly, Hermione disappeared.

--

Back in the Headmaster's office, Ginny sobbed in Blaise's arms. "How could she go through that?" The girl cried softly.

"Blaise, that was horrible. Who knows what's going on right now as we sit here? Her and Draco won't be able to fight this off--you know Hermione didn't even get to heal, all they did was take her memory...they have no recollection of exactly how it works because all of the victims--they die."

Blaise held her until she ceased crying and stood up. "We've got to go wait out the Hospital Wing for Draco to come back. Hell, Dumbledore brought us from there because it wasn't safe, but we have to let them know what happens before they walk out into it." Ginny took Blaise's hand and together, they exited the Headmaster's office, but it wasn't safe anymore.

Chapter 18: Doloroso

Quick Note: All of the spells used are real spells, gathered from the HP Encyclopedia from Mugglenet. Doloroso means pain in Italian, the (dol) of the Dolattivone Potion.

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 22:37:25 GMT

Mmkay, so, first entry. I got about five or so reviews for Helping Her today, yay!

And thanks, Dani, for betaing me! Love ya, dearie!

So, I've finished Chapter 20 of Helping Her and started 21. Aren't I a good authoress? Just have to make Dani work...poor girl, don't want to do that. Maybe I should have two betas. lol. I don't need nayno else working for me.

I'm fine by myself.