Twisted

By Hannah Davenport (slytherin_punk@hotmail.com)

Rating: PG

Summary: Sequel to "Bent". When Harry, Hermione, and Ron find out about the friendship between Draco and Ginny, things don't go very well. Although she tries to put up a front of anger, Ginny can't help but wonder why Draco wants to be her friend. He is the gorgeous, lovely young man at the top of his class, hanging out with the lowest specimen of the Weasley family, people he has hated for years. What does he want from her?

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. It's just fan fiction!

~

Chapter Four:

< >Ginny awoke on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room. She had a vague recollection of what had gone on the previous night, but she was very reproachful of the fact she had actually kissed Draco.

< >The common room and dormitories were all empty, and a thick layer of odiousness and foreboding stuck to the air. Seamus and Dean had left all their school things on the table in the common room, along with several other people's homework, which let Ginny know she hadn't woken up late. She shivered. Something wasn't right here.

< >She walked through the rest of the castle, and found it deserted as well. Not a good sign, she thought to herself, shivering again. She didn't find anyone until she walked past a window on the first floor - everyone that resided in the castle was out on the front lawn, staring towards the sky with odd looks on their faces. Ginny went out to join them.

< >Around the front were the teachers, the Prefects, Harry, Hermione, and Ron. She approached her brother, who had a very puzzled look on his face and didn't know she had walked up to him until she cleared her throat expectantly.

< >"Oh - er - hello Gin," he said, shifting in what was almost a nervous manner. "How did you - er - um - sleep?"

< >"Ron," Ginny said tensely. "Ron, what on earth are you all doing out here?"

< >Harry pointed in the direction everyone was staring, and Ginny followed his silent instruction. And she nearly screamed.

< >Floating above the highest turrets and towers of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were two things. One, was a disturbing and deranged sign. Dark and twisted, as though it were sucking up all the joy within a 900 mile radius.

< >A sign so horrible that Ginny hoped never to see it again.

< >The Dark Mark hovered in a misty green-and-black haze, serpentine tongue flicking around the skull of a head, slithering through the eye-sockets and it's tail coiling about the jaw. And then, there was a note. A sardonic and nefarious mockery of everything that was good in the world.

< >LORD VOLDEMORT IS BACK, AND YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE OTHER AGAIN. HE IS DEAD, AND THE DARK LORD WILL ALWAYS LAUGH AT HIS MEMORY.

< >Ginny looked around in absolute terror, and she realized that was the emotion on every single face. Even Dumbledore looked as though someone had just been murdered before his very eyes.

< >"Ron," she whispered. "Ron, have they done a head count? Who's - ?"

< >But Ron didn't have any time to answer. Because at that very moment, Professors Snape and McGonagall approached Ginny with very solemn looks.

< >"Miss Weasley," McGonagall said, her voice shaking. "If you would kindly follow Professor Snape and myself up to the Headmaster's office - we have something we need to - er - discuss with you."

< >Ginny looked from McGonagall to Snape, and blanched. Tears were welling up in McGonagall's eyes, and Snape looked as though he were going to start sobbing at any moment. And although Ginny had absolutely no idea what was coming, she had a very good idea of what they were going to "discuss."

< >"Of - of course," she stammered, clenching her fists. And she did follow them. She followed them up to the beautifully arranged circular office, and waited with them for the Headmaster. And although she didn't know it, as the students sat on the grass as Dumbledore had instructed them to, and puzzled why on earth You-Know-Who would take one of his own, only three winced as Ginny's scream rent the morning air. The three of them who felt insurmountably guilty.

If I fall along the way
Pick me up and dust me off
And if I get too tired to make it
Be my breath so I can walk
If I need some other love
Give me more than I can stand

And when my smile gets old and faded
Wait around I'll smile again
Shouldn't be so complicated
Just hold me and then
Just hold me again

Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent

If I couldn't sleep could you sleep
Could you paint me better off
Could you sympathize with my needs
I know you think I need a lot

I started out clean but I'm jaded
Just phoning it in
Just breaking the skin

Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent

Start bending me
It's never enough
I feel all your pieces
Start bending me
Keep bending me until I'm completely broken in

Shouldn't be so complicated
Just touch me and then
Just touch me again

Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent

Can you help me I'm bent
I'm so scared that I'll never
Get put back together
You're breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent


Chapter 3 | Home | Sequel: When the Night Broke