Bonded

Chapter Sixty Three: The Little Girl Dressed In Blood

The light danced around the room, and flickered shadows, some recognizable: an old kitchen, with scorch marks on the walls; a red headed girl in a long beautiful dress kissing a boy; another one, of the same red-headed girl grabbing a raven haired boy out of a closet, and you could almost read her lips as she foully insulted a woman.

Some, weren't so recognizable: there was a fire, a lost scream of someone's name, and a man looking back, his face drenched in blood and a look of utter loss; a little girl crying, looking back at a burning house and reaching at it; and then another girl, you could see her clearly, she was running in that way that's so broken and you're stumbling over everything but all that matters is that you get to where you're running to, and in that little girl's case, it was an unconscious child, maybe about three or four. The little girl had blood on her face and hands, and was laying down in the grass, her hair spread out and the world tilting down to look at her.

And then in a blink, the light stopped, and the blackness came.

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"Ginny! Please, be okay!" Harry was yelling as loud as he could without waking everyone.

"I'm okay, Harry, I'm okay." She stood up, and pain laced through her like when you wring out a washcloth; all her muscles were being pulled.

"Hey, stay still."

"What all happened, Harry?"

"The light, and pictures. Then you blacked out."

"Am I still bleeding?" She looked down, and her eyes widened. The blood was gone, and where the wound was, there was a shape of a five pointed star enclosed in a circle.

"What is that symbol, Harry?" She traced her fingers along the star, and then the circle.

"Honestly, Gin, I don't know. I wish I could tell you."

"There's only one solution I can think of."

"What would that be Ginny?" He traced his fingers down her jaw, and before she could answer her kissed slow and sweet and torturously.

"Lets just go to sleep, you have to risk your life tomorrow, and I want to sleep. I'm tired." She laid back down, and threw the warm blanket over her, and Harry curled next to her.

She floated into sleep, and when she opened her eyes, she wasn't at Gryffindor Tower.

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It was like surfing; she was rising up and down, until she finally crashed onto the ground.

She was watching a memory, and vaguely realized that the two girls were the ones from the golden vision.

The girls were in dresses, white and lacy at the bottom, they were both barefoot, but they clearly lived in the house nearby.

"Okay, Lindsey, I'll count to ten and you have to hide while I'm counting."

The little girl named Lindsey, nodded. "Otay, Margo." Margo covered her eyes and started counting. Lindsey ran off. Margo uncovered her eyes, and started looking around in the yard. As soon as her bare feet took a step forward. There was a blood curdling scream. Lindsey flew, out from behind a tree, her small frame twisting through the air, and then she landed on her back in the grass; her long blonde hair splayed around her, and her dress stained with blood.

"Lindsey." She didn't even scream; and she ran, the broken kind of run that doesn't matter, the kind of run Margo did in the vision.

She reached Lindsey's limp frame, and the world seemed to tilt down and look at them both; the little girl lying in the grass, and the older girl checking for a breath, while holding her own.

And Margo's face changed; relief. She lifted Lindsey the way that Harry always did with Ginny, and she ran back to the house, Lindsey's hair twirling behind them like a coil of frozen sunlight.

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Sorry, I know its short, but I needed to get a chapter up and I was running out of time. The next one is going to be a bit intense, and then there's one more chapter after that. I love you all, see you in the next chapter. OXOXOXOXOXO <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3