The Son of Lord Voldemort

Chapter 122

"Tomorrow is December first," Ginny said quietly.

"Are you hinting that Christmas vill be here soon, so I should buy you something?" Viktor teased.

Ginny glared at Viktor then frowned.

"Tomorrow is the day of the first task," Ginny said. "Aren't you scared?"

"I'll be fine, Ginny," Viktor said. "Hardly anyone has died in this tournament." He shrugged.

Ginny went wide-eyed and smacked Viktor on the arm making him laugh. He threw his arm around her shoulder and looked down into her eyes.

"Tomorrow vill be here and over before you know it," Viktor said gently.

"I know," Ginny sighed.

Ginny didn't know how to vocalize it, but she had a horrible feeling in her stomach. She didn't know if it was about Viktor and the first task, she just knew that something bad was going to happen. Ever since James Carrow had been murdered along with his barrister a few weeks earlier, Ginny had the feeling that something big and horrible was looming on the horizon. The professors were more tense than ever, attacks on muggles were once again become more frequent, and even Ron had been acting more strangely than usual.

"Is something else the matter?" Viktor asked.

"No," Ginny forced a smile. "I'll just be glad once the tournament is over."

"Come then," Viktor began leading her away from the bench where they'd been sitting, "it's cold out here in this snow, let us go inside."

Ginny followed Viktor inside, his arm around her providing warmth, as the dread in her stomach grew.

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Luna shut her eyes, hoping to block out the images. Since Halloween Luna has woken up in the middle of every night to images flashing in her head. Different images of different possible futures, some good and others unspeakable. But since the night James Carrow had died, the same images have floated through her head, the only difference is the order they appear: the whitest snow she has ever seen that's suddenly splattered with blood, blue and black silk, a peaceful lake, fireworks dancing across a starry sky, ice sculptures melting, faces so mangled that they're unrecognizable, and a large black dog.

As the last of these images leaves her, intense pleasure flows through her core, followed by a sharp pain searing her hip and teeth marks appear. She's become accustomed to the pain, and she doesn't even suck in a breath at the sting anymore, although she does grimace slightly.

She had told Tom, but after a week of the same visions and the same pain, he told her to only write to him in their linked journals if the visions stop or change. She looked up at the ceiling, listening to the gentle breathing of her dorm mates, as the same feeling of dread she's felt for weeks floods through her. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, intent on falling asleep and forgetting her worries, if only for a few hours.