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The Blind Nymph	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- I would like to thank Eclectic Pet my awesomely awesome beta for helping me to revise this story!

Ginny-
I wasn’t exactly subtle with my anger towards Harry. I didn’t exactly keep our fight just between him and myself. I realize now that screaming at him in the middle of dinner was a mistake on my part. It wasn’t long before the whole camp knew, not only that we were broken up, but why.
The whispers follow me whenever I leave my tent. I hear the others talking about Harry and me. Some are mad at Harry for cheating on the poor blind girl. Some understand that it must have been tough to be in a relationship with me. Others despise me for yelling and hurting our great leader. The one bright spot of the whispers is that I’ve been able to gather that none of his women are in this camp.
No matter what they think, only two in the camp will speak to me. Ron, as his usual overprotective self has decided he’s not speaking to Harry outside of official matters. Dad told me that the two friends had a fight and a few hexes were actually thrown after I left that night. Nothing fatal, but Harry seem to have left with more than a broken nose.
I haven’t had a chance to go back to my pond in a few days, which means I definitely couldn’t go visit my secret friend Syler. Ron has been having me watched every time I leave my tent. What would he say if I suddenly portkeyed away?
On the upside, Dad and Ron keep finding projects for me to do and I’ve been kept useful and busy. I spent the morning cleaning, and disinfecting bandages for the infirmary. I finished the task and I’m heading towards the dining area for lunch when I realize I can’t hear any of my usual shadows.
I turn direction to head towards my pond, listening more closely to make sure no one is following me. Whoever was assigned to the task today must have thought my morning project would take longer than it did.
As I get to the clearing with still no sign of being followed, I almost skip to the pond to see if Syler left what he said he would. I feel around the edge of the pond carefully and as my hand brushes metal I’m suddenly locked to the strange item as I feel a portkey pull me away.
When I land with a thud, I push my hair back out of my face and wrap my fingers around the metal object to see exactly what it was. The thing is sturdy in my hand, and I feel rough spots where it seems to be rusted or marred. I place it in my back pocket and focus on my surroundings.
The air is a bit cooler here than it is in the camp or the clearing. We must be a little further up in the mountain. I hear a pounding sound in the background and I feel that must be Syler at work.
I get up slowly and head towards the sound. I’m soon confronted with a heavy wooden door. As I run my hand along it, I feel the intricately carved wood, and a metal knocker. This door spoke of old money. It makes me wonder what family Syler is a member of. Many of the rich pureblood families have sided with Voldemort.
I shrug the idea off, if he was in good with his family why would he run away to the woods? He said he was here to stay out of the war. I realize how very little I know of Syler. I’ll have to change that with this visit I decide.
I feel for the door handle and find none, only an empty hole where it once was. I push the door open slowly and call out inside.
“Syler!” I call out not wishing to just enter his home. “Syler it’s Ginny!”
The pounding sound stops and soon I hear someone walking this way.
“Ah, the nymph has returned.” he says and stops a little ways away from me.
“Yes, well you know I warned you, you shouldn’t feed the wildlife.” I say and smile at him.
“But I wanted it to come back.” he answers easily.
“What have you been up to since I’ve been gone?” I ask curiously.
“I’ve been working on the kitchen. It still needs work. I wouldn’t suggest coming in here just yet. There are a lot of things in the way.” he warned me but I stepped inside anyway.
“I don’t want to keep you from your work.” I say and move towards his voice. Using my cane, to keep me from tripping over anything that could be in my way.
He just chuckles. “Have it your way.” he says and I can hear him walking away. Soon I hear the banging start up again and I carefully make my way towards the sound.
I soon find a swinging door in my way and push it open carefully. I’m not sure how things are set up in the new room and I don’t wish to mess anything up.
“I realized today we don’t know much about each other.” I say over the banging as I stand in the doorway.
The banging stops for a moment as he speaks. “Well, I guess we could start with last names.” he says and bite my lower lip as I decide to tell a little lie. “Mine is Jones.” I tell him. There’s a high price on the heads of all Weasleys; I didn’t wish to tempt Syler even if he was a good man.
“Blackmoore.” he answers casually and starts hammering again.
“Nice to meet you fully I guess Mr. Blackmoore.” I say and smile widely at him.
“Call me Syler.” he calls over the sound.
“So Syler, where did you go to school? I went to Hogwarts, and you couldn’t be that much older than me.” I point out.
“The Durmstrang Institute. My parents weren’t pleased with the running of Hogwarts when I was a child.” he says and stops his banging. “They’ve chosen their side in your war.” he said after a moment as if he knew I would ask.
“Oh.” Is all I can say for a moment. “I have a friend that says Durmstrang isn’t so bad.” I say with a shrug.
“You know someone else who went to Durmstrang?” he asked sounding surprised.
“Well, only kind of. One of my friends was dating a boy from there for a summer. They’re still very close, but I’ve never talked to him directly.” I explain simply.
“I see, maybe I know the boy. What was his name?” he asks curiously
“I would rather not say.” I tell him with a sigh. “It’s better if we don’t talk with names.” I tell him seriously.
“I see your point.” Is all he says before I can hear him starting to work once again.
“Can I ask why you decided to stay out of the war? I mean, if you family supports…” I frowned very unsure about being here.
“It was a simple choice. They told me I was to either join the ranks of Death Eaters or come here to live until the conflict was over.” He says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“So why not become a Death Eater?” I ask, as his answer didn’t make me feel any better.
“That’s an odd question coming from a rebel fighter.” He says with a laugh as he stops his hammering. I can hear him shifting things around.
“I’m not a rebel fighter.” I say a bit more bitterly than I meant.
“Oh then you’re a Death Eater?” he mused.
“You know what I mean, I’m not a fighter anymore because…” I clench my fists, annoyed that he would make fun of me so openly.
“Wait.” he stops whatever he was doing and is silent for a moment. “Do you really mean to tell me you don’t… They keep you completely out of the war as well?” He asks. I would think he was making fun of me more, but I can hear the true surprise in his voice.
“Why are you so surprised? I’m blind Syler. What good am I to anyone?” I ask crossing my arms over my chest and frowning at him.
“You’ve better reflexes than many I know to have joined the Death Eater ranks.” he replies. I can hear something odd in his voice, but I can’t quite place the emotion, it doesn’t seem to match his words. “Whoever your commander is, they’re an idiot.” he adds flatly after a moment.
“My commander is my bro…” I start but am cut off by an alarm sound that fills the house.
Draco-
She has been asking me questions trying to figure out who I am and if she can trust me, I assume. It’s a smart little game, but not one I’m unprepared for. The key to a good lie is to keep it as close to the truth as one can.
It amused me that she lied as well, but it was a smart move. Weasley was a name across the Dark Nation. She wouldn’t even tell me her friend’s names; I couldn’t believe this girl was a Gryffindor.
“Can I ask why you decided to stay out of the war? I mean, if you family supports…” I see her frown as she asks me the more direct question.
“It was a simple choice. They told me I was to either join the ranks of Death Eaters or come here to live until the conflict was over.” It actually wasn’t really a lie. My mother had told me, my choice back in my sixth year, to her horror I’d decided to become a Death Eater.
“So why not become a Death Eater?” She asked as if she was looking for something more.
“That’s an odd question coming from a rebel fighter.” I say deflecting her question all together.
“I’m not a rebel fighter.” She almost snapped at me.
“Oh then you’re a Death Eater?” I ask mockingly and wonder where her anger came from.
“You know what I mean, I’m not a fighter anymore because…” She states and I can tell her temper is rising as realization at her words comes to me.
“Wait.” I stop positioning the new cabinet and set down my work so I can face her completely. “Do you really mean to tell me you don’t… They keep you completely out of the war as well?” I ask. I know she’s blind, but there are plenty of things, she would be capable of.
“Why are you so surprised? I’m blind Syler. What good am I to anyone?” She asks and I can see she believes it herself. Weren’t they supposed to be the side that accepted everyone? If she were a Death Eater, they would never pull her completely out of the field, not a witch as talented as she seems to be.
“You’ve better reflexes than many I know to have joined the Death Eater ranks.” I tell her feeling more than a bit amused as how stupid their leaders were. We would win this war in the end. “Whoever your commander is, they’re an idiot.” I state seriously.
“My commander is my bro…” She starts when the alarm for the outer border starts to go off in the house.
I try to sound more concerned than annoyed when I speak. “It’s the border alarm. You should stay in the house while I check it out.” I say and move past her.
“I can help.” She says as she rests her hand on my shoulder.
“If it’s someone from your camp they’ll have questions. Do you really want to explain why you’re so far?” I ask looking down at her. “If its Death Eaters you might mean trouble for me that I can avoid on my own.” I add before moving away.
I stand at the front door for a moment to make sure she wasn’t following me. After I’m sure, I move over to my bag and pull my Death Eater uniform over my clothes.
I apparate to the point where the person crossed the border. I see the scout immediately, but he also sees me. I raise my wand to kill him easily, before I pause. If a scout turned up dead or missing it would be harder to convince my Nymph, I’d nothing to do with it.
I frown under my mask and purposefully miss the idiot. I chase after him shooting spells mostly at his feet and side in order to shepherd him away from my cottage. When he goes down a hill and gets out of my sight, I let him go.
If I played this right, he would only strengthen my story. I look around and make sure no one is around before I cast a bone-twisting curse on my off hand. It’s painful, but maybe I could even get some sympathy out of her.
I head back to the house and take off the Death Eater robes. As I approach the door, I stop suppressing the pain in my hand; I let myself feel it fully. I can’t help but groan.
“Syler?” I hear worry in her voice and it makes me smirk. “What happened?” She pushed the door open for me.
“Death Eater.” I say tightly.
She steps forward and looks a little panicked. “Are you okay?” She asks, she’s used to those words meaning death or worse I realize.
“He just asked me a few questions and... it was nothing.” I say sounding as if I’m putting on a brave face. Gryffindors eat that up right?
“What happened?” She asked as she moved closer to me. “What did they do?” She presses as her hand finds my chest.
“It’s nothing I can’t take care of myself. I just needed to find a place to sit down.” I tell her which makes her frown.
“You’re in pain; I can hear it in your voice. Just tell me what they did.” She says as she feels around my chest to my arms.
I flinch at the contact and sigh. “Bone twisting spell… I can fix it. They were just having a bit of fun.” I say as if I’m used to such things.
She makes a face of disgust and takes a step back from me. “Oh yes, so much fun to curse people and cause pain.” She snaps, but I can tell she’s worried about me.
“No reason to get yourself worked up. What’s done is done.” I tell her and lean against the wall so that I can cast the counter curse.
“So they curse you for the fun of it and you still won’t lift a finger against them?” She asks with her hands on her hips. I have to admit if I weren’t in so much pain I would find her cute at the moment.
“Can you stop yelling at me while I fix this?” I snap back and brace myself as I cast the spell. The pain that goes through my hand is worse than the bone-twisting curse itself. I scream and my knees buckle under me.
“Syler?” She asks after a moment. She’s standing back and I can tell she’s even more worried about me.
“I need a drink.” I say even though it isn’t even noon yet.
“That sounded like it hurt.” She says and steps closer to me with a frown on her lips.
“Do you think?” I say in a sarcastic tone as I walk outside to my trunk. “You joining me?” I call over my shoulder as I find the bottle of firewhisky.
“Some other time.” She says as she walks out. “It’s unwise of me to go back drunk.” She pointed out.
“I see your point.” I chuckle and down a few gulps before I speak again. “Wonder if they know it hurts more to fix than it does to do?” I ask myself so she can hear. I didn’t know or I wouldn’t have used the curse on myself.
“Probably.” She says and takes my arm. “Can I look at you?” She asks quietly.
“Huh?” I answer dumbly because I’ve no idea what she’s talking about.
“If I touch someone’s face, it helps me to see them.” She explained lifting her hand.
“I don’t think so.” I say moving away from her. What if she, somehow figured out who I was?
She frowns at the answer and then smirk. “That ugly huh?” She asks playfully.
“No... that perfect. Don’t want you to come in your pants.” I tell her with a grin.
Ginny-
“Can I look at you?” I ask him softly
“Huh?” he asks back in a confused tone.
“If I touch someone’s face, it helps me to see them.” I bring my hand up to touch him. I don’t know why I suddenly want to know, but after hearing him in so much pain I just want a reason to be close to him, comfort him.
“I don’t think so.” He says and moves away from me.
I frown, some people just don’t like to be touched that way, but that doesn’t mean I won’t push just a little “That ugly huh?” I tease him to see if he’ll give in.
“No... that perfect. Don’t want you to come in your pants.” He says and I roll my eyes.
“Oh I’m so very sure.” I say with a laugh “Can we sit, I feel odd standing.” I say and find a place on the ground. I feel his weight next to me soon after.
“I don’t think I’ll be working the rest of the day.” he tells me and I can hear more liquid splash in a bottle.
“I can understand that.” I tell him and brush my fingers over the undergrowth.
“How good are your other senses anyway?” he asks out of the blue. It was odd that no one had ever really asked before.
“Better than they were, but how much better, is hard to say. I can tell the difference in people by their smell. I never noticed before how everyone smells differently.”
“I read somewhere once that it’s like that for witches and wizards. If they lose a sense or whatever, their others get super charged. It’s the magic in your body filling in for what was lost.”
“Har…” I start to say Harry’s name and I realize I can’t finish it so I change what I was about to say. “I hardly think it’s just magic folk. I was told it happens with muggles too.” I tell him what Harry told me.
“Yeah maybe, but not to the same level. We should test it out sometime. It might be fun.” He says and I can hear that he means it.
“Maybe…if I ever decide to come back.” I say trying to keep with the light mood.
“Well lunch will be soon, I could feed you again.” he offers playfully.
I laugh and shake my head. “I need to get back before lunch today.” I tell him and pat his arm.
“Ah yes, much work to do I’m sure.” he says dryly. “I can Apparate you back to the pond before I get too inebriated.” he says and I can hear him stand.
“That would be for the best.” I say and stand as well.
“You should really learn to Apparate on your own you know.” He says after a moment.
“I can to places I have a clear picture of.” I tell him and frown. “But if it’s a place I’ve never seen, they told me it’s too dangerous.” I explain.
“That’s stupid.” he says firmly. “They want to give you muggle limits. It would annoy me if I were you.” he adds and takes my hand so he can Apparate us to the clearing.
“I like that you think I can do so much.” I admit to him once I’m in familiar surroundings.
“I just know that you’re a witch and not a muggle.” he says firmly. “You should remind others of the same.”
I laugh and nod. “I’ll think about it.”
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“I just know that you’re a witch and not a muggle.” I tell her. I just want her to understand that I’m not just stroking her ego. “You should remind others of the same.”
She laughs at my words but nods. “I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask.” I say and I don’t wait for her to head back before I Apparate back to the cottage.
I flex my hand a few times. I really won’t be able to use it the rest of the day. I go over to the still filled bottle of firewhisky I’d opened and put the lid on tight before putting it back in my trunk. I wasn’t about to actually drink in front of her, but it would relax her to think I would.
I spend the rest of the day just cleaning and organizing the best that I can. I flex my hand as often as I can so I can work out the pain that still lingers in the muscles. I don’t plan to have to take two days off my project.
When dinner is delivered to my table, Blaise comes with it, with a small stack of files in his arms.
“Would have come sooner but I like your food.” he says as he sets the stack down and picks up my glass.
“Put it down before I hex you.” I say in a firm voice so he knows it’s not an empty threat.
“What crawled up your arse?” he asks as he sets the glass down and sits at the table.
I flex my hand again and walk over to take my seat. “I had a run in today I had to take care of.” Is all I say before I pull the stack of folders towards me. “What did you find out?”
“The only report that matches up is the Crazy Bitch.” He says as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it with his wand.
“What hex did my Aunt use?” I ask as I open the top file.
“Report didn’t say exactly.” he says and motions to what I’m looking at. “Her reports are just as fucked up as the rest of her.”
“You know you really should have more respect for those in the inner circle. She’s of the same rank as my father.”
“She’s a loon, and a danger to all around her.” He says firmly.
“Especially those who call her a loon.” I counter and look at him sternly to make my point.
“Fine fine.” he says and puts his hands up. “But she’s going to be in deep shit if anyone else figures out what she did.” he says and leans forward to take another file from the stack so I’ll look at it.
“The Weasley girl isn’t just on the Priority List.” He says as I open the file and blink down at the green page within.
“She’s one of the Favored Lists?” I ask and read over the green letter to make sure I understand.

Ginevra Molly Weasley
Due to undisclosed events in subjects first year of school, she is placed in favored category C. She is to be captured without injury and brought before the Dark Lord without delay.
The letter has my father’s seal at the bottom to make it binding. I frown at it a few more moments before looking up to Blaise.
“You’re also playing a dangerous game.” he comments with a smirk as if he’s enjoying it greatly.
“Which one is C again? A is the inner circle; B is non combat loyalists, what’s C?” I ask with a frown.
“I had to look that up too.” Blaise says and takes a drag from his cigarette before answering. “C are those in the Dark Lord’s private dungeon. Some higher ranked Order members and the like. Mostly people that fought him in the first war. I’ve no clue why your girl is on there.” He says with a shrug.
“So she might be worth enough alone to just bring in.” I say and set the file down as I start to eat. “But I’m sure there are other Weasleys in her camp. At least one of her brothers.”
“How greedy do you want to get?” Blaise asks as he looks at me with great amusement.
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