Fred and George,
Last night, I had a dream about Riddle. It scared me so badly. Then I went downstairs to breakfast, and Carrow decided to punish everyone in the Gryffindor House by giving us only 1/8 of the food we normally eat. They're literally starving us.
I paused, realizing that I couldn't give them any information about detention yet. Dreading it, I slowly wandered the corridors until I reached the Dark Arts room.
"Sectumsempra!" screamed Carrow as I opened the door. Blood poured from my body. I cried out and collapsed in pain. "How do you feel now, blood traitor? Are you gonna beg for mercy or die? Say that Muggles are scum, and you can go free." It was then that I realized that I was talking to Alecto Carrow, the Muggle Studies teacher. Amycus was sitting at the other side of the room, smirking.
"No," I choked out. Blood was dripping out of my mouth and all of the deep gashes scattered on my chest, stomach, and face. I stared at both Carrows, a look of deep hatred in my eyes.
"What was that? Did I hear her wrong, sister dear? Did she say 'no'?" Carrow asked, though he knew the answer.
"No, brother dear. Why don't you loosen her tongue a little bit?"
Amycus Carrow crouched down and looked me in the eyes. "What type of pain should we inflict on her now? We could find those evil twin brothers of hers and..."
"NO! Please, anything but that!" I cried.
"Hush! Or you won't have a tongue for me to loosen! Legilimens!" Visions flooded my mind. Past pain, memories I had made every attempt to erase from my mind. Carrow released me from his curse, and I could feel the wounds healing, but only enough to keep me alive for a couple more hours. I got up and weakly limped out the door.
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Ginny's Sixth Year
AdventureThis is what I think happened to Ginny while Harry was off destroying the horcruxes. I, unfortunately, don't own Harry Potter. That belongs to J.K Rowling. The cover is by pinkieparris. It is an incredible cover, and I'm so glad that he or she made...
