I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew

A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you

I think it's strange you never knew

I think it's strange you never knew

Oliver laid in his bed. It was seven by now and the dark already consumed the empty hospital wing. The darkness made him paranoid someone was going to jump out at him. His throat was still very sore, and when he attempted to speak he would start to cough again.

He could make out objects around the room since he got use to the dark.

He was afraid for them. Hermione hadn't returned with Harry, Ron, Ginny, Draco. Hermione hadn't returned at all. He was afraid they were hurt. He had told Proffesor McGonagall the truth around six fourty five so she could send help. He didn't exactly know what she did but he wanted to know if they had made it back okay. He hadn't heard any noises of them arriving yet, and that indicated that something happened. He couldn't believe he even let them do this... they should've told Proffesors so they could handle it. How could he be so stupid!

The dance started in an hour - and he could hear just a little noise from the downstairs level as they were setting it up for the dance. Oliver sat back and stared into the darkness.

"Poor little Ginny..." he said cruelly, his hands held out in front of him, pointing to Ginny. Ginny was pushed on the cold stone wall. She felt her back ache as she slid down it roughly, leaving her back cut deep. Tom Riddle, or Voldemort, stood there, watching her. She couldn't move at all. Her hands were not functioning, and her legs had been cut. She felt weak, and before she could hold them back, the tears came running down her dirty face. She tried to hide them with her dusty red hair, but it didn't work. And she remembered... she remembered thinking to herself last year to never let him see her crying. Never let him because then to him she would be even weaker than thought. But the tears came down like rain, and before she knew it she couldn't stop them.

"You're weak. You're all weak... but you'll all be dead too. All your friends. Draco." she gasped at his name.

"Don't worry, Ginny," he said cruelly, "I'll send him your regards... and then I'll tell him exactly how I killed you."

Ginny was taken by surprise, he lifted her up against the wall once again, and the rough surface cut her even deeper, her crying out in pain. Another tear streamed down her face, and she shrieked at the pain.

"Stop..." her throat was sore, and she didn't know if she had said anything, but she saw Tom's face. He had heard her, and he was smiling.

He took her from the left wall and banged her body against the right. Ginny screamed again. She felt as if she was pinned down to a wall with razor blades and knifes, and they were all cutting deeper into her.

She fell. The floor was cold, but smooth to her at this point. She felt nauseus, and paralyzed, and worried, and many other things she wished she could get rid of. She needed to get out.

"It's okay, Ginny. You'll be dead soon." he remarked, walking over to her and slowly running his hands threw her hair. Ginny shrieked from his freezing touch.

He grasped a clump of her hair, and threw her to the wall again, she fell slowly this time, unconscious.

"Miss Granger..." his face was pale, and his words were cruel as he looked down to her. His usually dull elegant smile twisted into a sneer that looked very unusually different from what Malfoys had been. Although, she could still see the slight resemblance of the sneer. Her face turned white, as she saw him in front of her.

"I've been expecting you." he added.

Hermione breathed deeply, and abruptly checked behind her. Two deatheaters. She looked back to Lucius Malfoy, an angry look on her face, with a slight remark of fear trembling on her lips.

"You won't get away with this, Malfoy." she said sternly at him. He smirked at her, and motioned to the deatheaters.

As they walked to her she took out her wand, and pointed at them.

"Saline inflamare!" flames lit up the dark, cold forest as the deatheaters tried to escape the fire set on them. Hermione smiled, and then noticed who was still behind her. She ran before he could grasp her jacket, back into the forest.

"Get her!" he shouted, sending six deatheaters to find her.

Hermione abruptly stopped running.

Observation
About now I guess you're saying : Why the hell did she stop?! Teehee... you'll find out soon enough. I think the most painful part of this story was actually the Tom and Ginny scene, because it seems very painful to me. He's basically torturing her and having fun. You kind of get the sense of how vulnerable Ginny can be... which isn't that well. You get a little insight on Hermione, also. But I never include a Lucius POV. Which, I have to say, is good, because if I had you'd probably learn a lot. But, don't worry, you will soon...