[Voldemorts8thHorcrux]

Rebirth of the DA.

“Stop her!” a rough voice screeched from the stairs. Ginny sprinted, urging herself to go faster, bursting through the doors, out of the Great Hall.

Fresh air greeted her tired lungs, refreshing Ginny as she flew past the students casually strolling on the grounds. They quickly got out of the way, afraid of being knocked over by the redhead and the angered professor. Screams of “Get out of my way!” followed Ginny, and screams of a new voice, the female and angry, the voice of Professor Alecto Carrow, attempting to rally up more teachers while her brother began shouting curses.

A jet of blue light shot straight past her ear, missing her by inches. George, Ginny suddenly though, a pang of sadness, fury and panic overwhelming her. She whipped out her wand and shrieked “Stupefy!” A jet of red light shot out of her wand, but she didn’t wait to see if it had hit her attacker and continued running, her energy slowly deserting her.

The lake was coming up, the giant squid’s tentacles basking in the warm glow of the sun, taking in what warmth was left in the autumn air.

No where else to run, she thought, and with a sudden splash, she found herself in the cool water, swimming into the lakes murky depths.

It was a different world underwater. Above was the sparkling sunlight mixed with the blue of the sky and varied colors of falling leaves. Below was murky darkness. She quickly performed a bubble head charm, relieved she had learned how in her fifth year at what was once her home.

She swam down further, not stopping to rest her now aching body, trying to avoid any spells and curses that could reach her from the surface. Tears spilled over, and Ginny suddenly found herself weeping, hot tears flooding the inside of her bubble. She hated having to hide down in the lake and how horrible that this was what Hogwarts was now. It was a prison, an Azkaban with its two personal Dementors. She hated that so many of her friends were gone, persecuted by Death Eaters, either on the run from the law or tucked away in Azkaban.

Above all, she hated that Harry was somewhere out there, on the run from You-Know-Who, trying to bring him down and she wasn’t there with him. He just had to be so noble, to try to protect her from danger; she’d rather die with him out there than trapped at here without. She missed him so much; she missed everyone, Hermione’s helpfulness and even Ron’s cluelessness.

She found herself mindlessly swimming toward the bottom of the lake, her red hair and black robes flowing around her, weighing her down. She suddenly heard the song of the merepeople. The eerie sound was chilling, and she felt goose bumps creep up her arm. It felt horrible, as if it was a prophecy for things to come.

She waited in the water, out of sight from the surface world. A few merepeople passed her, proud and haughty, and glanced at her without comment. Grindylows tried gripping onto her, but she repelled them easily.

Ginny swam around in the slowly darkening water until nighttime. She swam up just enough to see whether there was anyone at the surface. No one was there waiting to ambush her, but she was cautious, afraid to be tortured and killed by the ruthless death eaters. It was only until the early morning hours when she dared to creep out of the cool waters onto the frozen grounds.

She sneaked into Hogwarts, relieved that the doors were unlocked. She supposed it was to be expected, as it would be easier to catch her in the castle than in the lake.

She was about to crawl up the moonlit stairs, unable to trust her shoes to stop squelching and squeaking with every step. There was already mud and water all over the floor; Filch was not going to be happy, she thought with a smile, Fred and George would be so proud of her. She could almost hear Percy’s disapproving voice, 10 points from Gryffindor, she thought with a silent chuckle.

She couldn’t believe her luck when she made it up the second set of stairs, amazed that Filch wasn’t there to catch her yet. But it was not to last. She suddenly heard his shuffling footsteps, a hoarse whisper “She must be hear somewhere,” and a meow.

It was Filch, she thought bitterly. As the light from his lamp crept over the wall, spilling light onto her and lengthening the shadows, without thinking, she bolted, sprinting up the next set of stairs, not bothering to stop making so much noise.

She heard Filch’s voice gleefully shouting, “Professor Carrow and Professor Carrow, I found her!” following her.

Third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor, sixth floor, seventh floor. Her thoughts were racing, I need a place to hide, somewhere Filch and the Carrows and other enemies can’t find me, somewhere safe.

An ornate door appeared suddenly as if it had just grown out of the wall, the Room of Requirement she suddenly thought and turned the doorknob.

And pushed.

Neville was there, bloody and purple-faced, Luna standing near him, nursing his wounds. Their eyes met Ginny’s and they understood one another perfectly.

The DA was reborn