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Egyptian Fire	By : gypsybaby21 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Ginny Views: 4574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning:
A most likely over-dramatic chapter! Draco is a little more OOC than usual.

The
chapters should start becoming longer and I might not be able to fit everything
in this story into seven or eight chapters�. I might have to extend it, but I
really want to avoid that so please be patient for updates.

Thanks
to my beta reader once again. She�s gone through every chapter so far, which
means grammatical changes and a few things gone different. So it wouldn�t
really hurt to re-read everything, but it�s not a necessity.

Chapter
Three: Vision of Prophecy

�Mmm,�
Ginny moaned, shifting her body and feeling sharp jolts of pain course behind
her eyes and around her entire head.
What was worse was that every breath she took stung her chest and the
air tasted of coppery blood.

I�m alive.
. . but in my vision, I felt myself die! How is that possible? Maybe I�m in
heaven.

Her
eyelashes fluttered against her pale cheeks, her eyes seeing only darkness. �Oh
Merlin, am I blind in heaven?�

Why
would it hurt so much if I were in heaven?
Ginny wondered, feeling wetness in her eyes.

�You
aren�t blind, there�s just a bandage around your eyes, and you�re not in
heaven,� Hermione informed Ginny, her voice sounding distressed.

Ginny frowned,
her heart leaping with agony. �Am I in hell? It would explain why I�m in so
much pain. . .�

Hermione
scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. �Don�t be ridiculous�you�re alive!
Why would I be in hell with you? Are you afraid of me?�

�I--I
guess not. Why are there bandages around my eyes?�

Feeling
the bed dip from a weight, Ginny turned towards Hermione as much as she could
without the pain overloading her senses. She flinched when she felt icy cold
hands latch around her very hot one. �Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey
had to be sure that you had the Sight before they confirmed it to anyone.�

Dread
nearly took Ginny�s breath away. Did I hear correctly? �Sure that I had what?�

�Merlin's
teeth!� Hermione�s voice was filled with so much fury, that Ginny could barely
keep herself from cringing. �Ginny, I�m trying really hard not to be angry with
you because you�re hurt and you saved your brother's life, but stop playing
stupid. It�s been confirmed that you�ve had the gift of Sight for years. YEARS!
It�s why your eyes hurt! The only-� Hermione�s voice cracked with emotion, but
she quickly cleared her throat and started talking again. �The only way that
they could test it was by sticking needles in�� Hermione cleared her throat
once more. �Well it�s why they hurt. They had to get to the optic nerve of your
eye to measure what types of waves were being transmitted. After they finished,
Ron threw up, and Madam Pomfrey made him leave. So he doesn�t fully know
the truth, but I do, as does every single teacher, out of necessity.�

Ginny
felt her lower lip tremble, her hand instinctively squeezing Hermione's. �Does
Harry know?�

Hermione
exhaled and bowed her head. �Yes. Actually, he just found out. I believe he�s trying
to take it all in. I�m sure he�s telling Ron right now�Ginny, why didn�t you
tell us?�

Ginny
started to talk, but was cut off quickly by a pain that had started off as more
of an annoyance, but had quickly become so miserably hurtful that it was hard
to breathe. �C-an w-e ta-lk abo-ut�� Ginny panted as the pain nearly became too
much.

She was
going to black out again. I can�t, please don�t. Then, just as soon as
it had come, it vanished.

�It�s
gone,� she mumbled softly, and just as quickly, another thought came. �Why
would they inflict more pain on me after I was shish-kabobbed by a dragon?�

Hermione
was so quiet that Ginny, if she hadn�t heard the gentle breathing coming from
the girl, would have assumed she�d left. �Ginny, they need to do more tests on
you.�

�What?�
she cried in outrage. �Why?�

�Do you
feel any pain where you were you were �shish-kabobbed�?�

Now
Ginny knew why Hermione had been so quiet. What the bloody hell? Ginny
thought as she concentrated on her chest and abdomen. �No.�

Ginny
felt the bed jiggle slightly, knowing that Hermione was nodding then. �You
healed.�

�Wow,
healing techniques are getting better and better. How long did it take?�

�No, Ginny,
you don�t understand. Before Madam Pomfrey could give you a healing potion,
your blood platelets were already working a hundred times as fast as they
should have--no matter that they started when air hit the blood. You were only
out for a few hours. No one is able to heal that fast, unless of course you�re
a vampire, but I�ve seen you in ultraviolet rays, so that was ruled out. It was
like I could literally see the blood clotting or something, if that�s possible
anyway.�

�Is
today still October 20^th?� Ginny whispered softly.

�Yes.
The dragon came around twelve o�clock in the afternoon and it�s now ten o�clock
at night.�

Ginny
frowned, then gave half of a smile. �If I�m immune to mortal wounds, why can�t
I be immune to pain?�

�That�s
not funny,� Hermione stated simply.

�I�m
sorry.�

�Are
your eyes still in pain?�

Ginny
shook her head. �No. It�s more irritating than painful, like the beginning of a
migraine.�

�Okay,
we can probably take the wrap off. Madam Pomfrey?� Hermione called.

Ginny
heard a door open and close.

�Ginny
says that it doesn�t hurt anymore.�

�All
right dears, let�s see what we have,� Madam Pomfrey said.

Ginny
felt her head being lifted and the wrap slowly being unwound. She blinked her eyes
open and frowned when she saw the look of surprise in Madam Pomfrey and
Hermione�s eyes.

�What�s
wrong?�

�Your
eyes are bloody.� Hermione swallowed, her face losing colour.

�What?�

Madam
Pomfrey sighed. �It seems some blood strayed into your sclerae,� the woman said, patting the side of her hip
as if searching for something.

�Does
it look really bad?�

�It
doesn�t look bad--maybe eerie because you have the colour of your irises and
then, instead of white behind them, it�s blood red. A rather awkward look, I
suppose,� Hermione said, turning her head from side to side and staring
intently into Ginny�s eyes.

�Hermione,
you�re making me uncomfortable,� Ginny said softly.

�Sorry.�

�Here it
is,� Madame Pomfrey said so suddenly that both girls jumped.

Ginny
frowned; she�d forgotten the woman was there. It seemed that the reason for
Madam Pomfrey�s sudden words was a compact mirror. She presented it to Ginny.

Ginny
swallowed slowly, staring at the tiny mirror, but not actually seeing anything.
She blinked once and then carefully opened her eyes. She lifted her hands up
and placed her fingertips at the outer corner of her eyes, stretching them open
and pushing down.

�Oh
my�� Ginny whispered, a hand dropping to her lips.

And
I thought I was scary looking before, Ginny
thought.

****

�Ginny,�
Ron whispered once he saw her enter the Gryffindor common room. �You okay? Your
eyes!�

Ginny
smiled and nodded, allowing him to grab her swiftly into a hug. �I
know--freaky, huh? Madam Pomfrey said that it should be gone in a little bit.�

Harry
slowly walked down the stairs from the direction of the boys dormitory, water
clinging to his hands. He took the last step, and then wiped his hands against
his jeans. Harry chuckled softly. �Can�t stop washing my hands,� he spoke
softly, his green eyes showing his uneasiness. �I just keep on seeing your
blood all over them. Then, you healed as if nothing had even happened. Kind of
weird, you know.�

Ginny
nodded. �Thanks for saving me�again!�

�Can I
ask you something?� Harry asked, staring at her. His eyes looked as if they
were flashing with something.

�Of
course,� Ginny smiled at him gently.

�Was
Sirius off your list of people to save?�

Ginny
flinched. Had she heard correctly? His eyes look dull, Ginny thought.
�What?�

�I want
to know why you didn�t save Sirius. You have visions, right? So, why? Why was
he knocked off the list you made?� Harry said, his voice so calm it was almost
frightening.

For a
second, Ginny still didn�t registered what he was saying�what he was asking. If
it hadn�t been for the dangerous look in his eyes she probably still wouldn�t
have been able to comprehend what he was saying.

�If I
could have saved him, I would have. It was out of my hands. If I could change
how things happened that night, I would do it in a minute, but I�m not a god.
How do you think I felt? Knowing that I have this gift and I still couldn�t
save someone that�s important to you, to me, to my family,� Ginny spoke softly,
her surprise still evident on her face.

�You
could�ve saved him and you didn�t. That�s the truth,� Harry growled, his fist
clenching tightly.

Ginny stared
at him in horror, tears forming in her eyes. She spoke through gritted teeth
and with her voice cracking from overloaded emotions. �It doesn�t work that
way! I haven�t been able to see anyone�s future that I care about--�

�Oh, so
you don�t care about Ron,� Harry snorted angrily.

�--until
recently�something�s happened that is now allowing me to really see, to see
everything that comes to me. The people that I care about are no longer blocked
from the wards that the Fates set.�

�The what?�
Harry practically snarled.

�Harry,
watch your tone! You know I�ve never put up with your crap, and I won�t start
dealing with it now!�

�The
Fates are three sisters that decide human fate,� Hermione offered.

�You
mean like those three ugly hags in Hercules?� Harry asked, peeved, his
eyes shifting to the bushy-haired girl.

Hermione�s
eyes widened. �They are not ugly nor old. They are personified as very
beautiful and young women that look like they�re around twenty-five or thirty.�

�You know,
Harry, what�s making this hurt so much is that I understood you. I always
understood you because I know what it�s like to have the weight of the world on
your shoulders. The only difference was that the whole world knew about you,
but as for me, I didn�t have anyone constantly reminding me of who or what I
am, but I had to endure my pain alone. I could never tell anyone,� Ginny said,
her last words emphasized heavily.

�You
chose that, Ginny. Don�t pull that bullshite on me!� Harry growled angrily,
turning his back to her.

Ginny�s
eyes watered and she bit her bottom lip. �You right, I did. I thought I was
protecting all of you from what this world is really like--and not just the
wizarding world, but the Muggle world, too. Do you remember that time that I
went to Hermione�s for the weekend two years ago? Well, I had a vision of a
little girl being beaten to death by her drunken father for no apparent reason.
The next day, Hermione was introducing me to the news. . . and on that T.V.,
right at that exact moment, I saw the face of that little girl once again.�

Ginny
stopped and took a deep breath. �You know, I never understood why I�d get
visions that I could do nothing about. That little girl may have well been on
the other side of London--there wasn�t any possible way I could have saved her.
It happened within hours of my vision! So, sure, Harry you got a raw deal--dead
parents, dead Godfather, and a psychotic powerful wizard that everyone�s scared
of who�s out for your blood.�

Hermione
gasped.

Ron
raised an eyebrow. �Ginny, you�re out of line!�

Ginny
turned a dead stare to him, causing him to flinch back from the reality of how
grown up her look was. �Ron, when you go through what I go through every single
day, then you can tell me who�s out of line. I don�t need Harry screaming at
the top of his lungs at me because my Sight missed Sirius�s death! I am sorry
if that pisses him off!�

Ron
gritted his teeth, but he kept his mouth shut.

�I get
visions!� Ginny stated as if it were the most casual thing in the world. �What
I get is completely different from what Professor Trelawney gets--she
occasionally has a good day and actually gets the truth. My visions are
sometimes so powerful they knock me unconscious for hours or give me bloody
noses and a migraine for days,� Ginny growled out, glaring fiercely at
Harry.

Hermione�s
eyes started tearing as Ginny spoke.

�I also
see normal people, good people, getting dealt a bad hand by another person who
was just as normal. I see everyday people murdering others for that little bit
of extra cash, for an eighth of crack just so they can feel. Then I see the
real helpless, the children, and the mothers raising a child alone. I have to
deal with the pain of that. When I have visions I feel the pain, if there�s
blood I can taste the copper in my mouth, I can smell spoiled food�It�s like
I�m there for those two or three minutes. That�s right, my visions are
pretty long, and I usually have a couple a day.�

Harry started
to speak, but Ginny cut him off. �Hermione, I know you fairly well, so I can
tell what you�re thinking. How could I have dealt with this since I was eleven?
The answer is glaringly obvious--my family, my friends. They were ignorant to
my problem and because of that they treated me normally, like I wanted them to.
No one walked on eggshells, afraid that I might have a vision at any time and
run to my room contemplating on whether or not I should end my misery and slit
my wrists. It was better that no one knew and now that the bliss of ignorance
isn�t a barrier, I hope I can survive.�

Ron
scoffed. �Don�t be so melodramatic.�

Ginny
laughed, tears streaming freely down her face. �Did you not hear me? I can�t be
melodramatic when crap like this really happens. I don�t have that luxury, but
I do have the choice to live or die. I�ve been choosing to live and I�m hoping
it won�t change after what�s happened. This world is disgusting and I honestly
don�t see why the higher powers let us live.�

Harry
sighed and bowed his head. �I�m sorry, Ginny.�

�What?�
Ginny asked, the surprise evident on her face. �Oh--you should be apologizing��

Harry
shook his head. �I�m not apologizing for what I said. I meant it and I�m still
a little angry that it was out of your hands because they hadn�t sent it to
you. I�m apologizing for the way you see things. They really have taken their
toll on you, these visions. I had just thought that that was your personality,
but if you can�t see how beautiful this world can be, then I really feel sorry
for you. I do have a raw deal and I get it when you say that yours is bad, too.
Even though this world has its flaws, there are five good things for every one
of them.�

�Name
them--for one of the worlds flaws, name five,� Ginny demanded, her fingernails
digging into the palms of her hands.

�Love--�
Harry started.

Ginny
snorted. �Oh please! That�s when people really become crazy--where the scary
obsession comes in. It�s not love, it will never be love!�

�You obviously
haven�t fallen in love,� Harry stated calmly. �Lets see, loyalty when it�s put
to the test,� he stopped to smile at Ron and Hermione, �a mother�s need to
protect her child no matter what, the happiness in someone�s eyes when
something good happens, and when someone who had a raw deal from the start
finally gets dealt a good hand.�

Ginny
pursed her lips, trying to stop more tears from coming.

�So, I
feel sorry for you. Sorry that you get the visions, sorry that they�ve made you
into a cold hearted bitch,� Harry said softly.

�Harry!�
Ron growled.

�I
apologize for that, it was uncalled for--you�re right, Ron. Ginny, you aren�t a
bitch, but you are so cold-hearted that I�m starting to get cold from being
around you. Your heart�s closed, it�s black, and for someone who hasn�t lost
anything, that�s a bad situation. Those visions of other people losing
something--you never had to suffer the consequences. Your family has given
everything that they can for you. I�m not telling you this to be a bastard--I
hope you realize that. You are so afraid to let anyone get close that this is
what you�ve become. There�s still hope, though.�

Ginny
felt her strength leave her as her legs crumbled. She landed on the floor with
her thighs together, her ankles outward on either side. Tears were pouring from
her bloodied eyes. Ginny bowed her upper body over, sobbing freely now. It was
then that she felt arms go around her and the familiar scent of green tea
filled her nostrils.

Hermione
was completely different, it seemed. She�d never been like this. In just the
past couple of hours of her knowing Ginny�s secret, she�d done a complete
transition, it seemed, and Ginny was grateful for this different side of her.

Hm,
perhaps I am too quick to judge, she
thought.

Ginny
pulled away from Hermione and slowly stood up to leave the common room. �I need
to go think.�

�Wait,
Ginny--the curfew!� Hermione called.

****

�Watch it,
Weasley. Out again past curfew? You�re just begging for a spanking, little
girl.� Draco Malfoy smirked irritatingly.

Ginny
shrank back. She�d always been a little afraid of him for some reason. When she
was angry, that didn�t matter, but when she was hurt, it wasn�t something that
she could handle. �Can you just pretend that you�re of the humane wizarding
race and leave me alone?� she said softly, lifting her head.

He
blinked and his eyes widened a fraction. �Whoa, I thought you healed fast? Why
didn�t it work on your eyes?�

�You
know about that?�

�Weasley,
it�s not everyday that a dragon flies down, spears a student, and that student
heals the same day without a spell.� Malfoy smirked arrogantly. �Everybody
knows. Of course, the teachers were all secretive about it, or trying to be,
anyhow. Have you ever seen a teacher whisper to another teacher about something
that everyone already knows about? Funny, really.�

Ginny
frowned and watched his face as he continued to talk.

�That
dragon came right down in front of everyone. His wings flapped so hard that
they knocked Parkinson over. It was...� He stopped and stood straight, his
composure and arrogance returning. �Well, it was exciting, to everyone that
wasn�t being speared.�

Ginny giggled,
and soon, that giggle turned into a laugh. She continued to laugh, her tears of
sadness changed to tears of happiness--and then just as suddenly turned to
sobbing. Her shoulders racked with sob after sob.

***

Draco stared
at the red-headed girl, surprised that he�d made her laugh and even more
surprised that she started to cry in front of him. He didn�t know what to do.
His first instinct was to hit her where it hurt, to lash out and make her feel
worse, but any thought he�d had disappeared when she lifted her happier looking
eyes up to him.

�Thanks
for making me laugh. After the lashing I just took, I needed it.�

�It
wasn�t my intention to make you feel better. . . Right, I heard that, but was
he wrong?� he asked. �I mean, I hate Potter as much as, if not more than the
next Slytherin, and I hate admitting it when he�s right.�

Ginny
frowned. �How did you hear it? Did I miss the memo that allowed Slytherins to
enter Gryffindor Tower?�

He
smirked, licking the corner of his lip. �That�s a secret.�

Ginny
folded her arms over her chest, her jaw clicking. �What did you do? Malfoy, you
aren�t allowed to pull pranks on Gryffindors. You need to set an example!�

He
sneered. �When did you become my mother? Besides, I was with Lavender�in her
room--and playing jokes were the farthest thing from our minds. . . If you must
know.�

Ginny
bit her bottom lip to stop the laughter that wanted to come out. She shook her
head at him. �You�re so horrible,� she said, her eyes twinkling.

Draco
smirked down at her and reached his hand out to lift her chin up and push aside
a tear from her cheek. �I really am. So your brother is still alive, sadly,� he
added, �and more importantly, so are you, so it can�t be that bad,� he whispered,
surprisingly tenderly, his thumb seeming of it�s own free will, stroking her
chin.

Draco
frowned suddenly; he could feel the pull that she was having on him. It has
to be some spell, he thought, becoming breathless. A damn spell,
Draco--snap out of it! He gritted his teeth and shoved her face roughly to
the side, glaring at his hand for its betrayal. Draco turned and stormed away,
his robe rustling around his ankles.

****

Ginny rubbed
her aching jaw. He�d pushed her face a little harder than she would have
liked--hell, she would have liked no pushing of the face--but her
stomach still burned with. . . something.

She
knew what it was. He�d been close, kissing distance. She had felt that way once
with Harry.

�The
world is officially ending,� Ginny whispered, a tiny hint of surprised laughter
in her voice.

****

. . .So that�s what happened today, Diary. Sometimes I feel like I�m living
someone else�s life, but I�m not living my life at all; I just exist.
And I am afraid, afraid that I won�t be able to make it. This world is hard and
scary. I know we were never put here to have it easy. So Harry�s right, I�m
more afraid than I thought. There�s a part of me that wants to let people in,
but then I feel myself put up this wall and I don't understand why. What
strikes me most about Harry is that despite everything he�s suffered, he can
still look at life and be happy. I�ve never known that kind of faith. It makes
me so sad, that people like Harry, who�ve lost almost everything, can still be
open to love, while I, who�ve lost nothing, can�t.

In
Muggle Studies, we�re taking a look at Catholic religion and reading The
Bible. It�s pretty
interesting. We really do have to work towards our own salvation with fear and
trembling. I think that day by day, bit by bit, I�m slowly starting to find
mine. I even think something good happened today because for the first time in
four years I felt that �crush� flutter in my stomach again. Of course, I felt
it for Draco Malfoy, which is the oddest thing that�s happened all day, really.
Can you imagine it, me mooning over Draco Malfoy?

I
remember hearing a quote: �If you don�t get your chance when it comes around,
you�ll get left behind.� I don�t want to get left behind. So maybe, instead of
ignoring the flutter, I should do something. I think that the fear of failure
might hold me back, though. I�ll try and push through it. It�s times like this
when I actually wish I could have visions about myself. Visions showing me that
I�m going to live a long happy life, that I�m going to have a lover who loves
me more than anything and vice versa, that my family won�t have to struggle
with bills anymore.

Speaking
of visions, I had another one tonight. Surprisingly, I�m not completely sure I
got it, though. I saw the number seven twice, then I saw my mother, and then me
blowing out the candles for my sixteenth birthday. The problem is that my
birthday was August 11^th and I�ve never had a vision of the past. I
also saw a girl who was definitely an Ancient Egyptian. She couldn�t have been
any older than fifteen.

I
also saw a date on a strange-looking newspaper, 2147, one hundred fifty years
from August 11^th, 1997, and then, I saw myself once again. I think I
might have an idea, but I�m not sure just yet. I don�t know what I would do if
I were indeed immortal. What puzzles me most is the girl. Why am I seeing a
young Egyptian from the past? When I was having the vision, I felt a
familiarity to her--like I�ve always known her, like I cared deeply for her,
and the need I felt to protect that girl was almost vicious. It was like it
were my duty to do anything I could to keep her safe. The more I think about
it, the more scared I become.

On a
better note, it�s now October 21^st, and my brother is still alive!

G.W.

To Be
Continued�

If you
don�t get your chance when it comes around, you�ll get left behind - A preview
from the movie Sueno

Work
out your own salvation with fear and trembling � on the epitaph on
the headstone in The Exorcism of Emily Rose and the 2^nd
chapter of Philippians, verse 12

There�s
a part of me that wants to let people in, but then I feel myself put up this
wall and I don't understand why. What strikes me most about Harry is that
despite everything he�s suffered, he can still look at life and be happy. I�ve
never known that kind of faith. It makes me so sad, that people like Harry,
who�s lost almost everything can still be open to love, while I, who�ve lost
nothing, am not. � Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants said by
Lena (and of course I altered it a bit!)

I know I used a lot of dialogue
from the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, but that speech Lena did in the
movie just seemed to fit perfectly with how Ginny is in my story. I�m not sure
if I used any other dialogue; tell me if I forgot something!
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