it can not be undone /LILITH

[DRACO MALFOY]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] Draco Malfoy, to any other student, could be seen walking through the dungeons for a seemingly innocent, or at least harmless reason. Due to the nature of him being a part of the Inquisitorial Squad, Draco had certain perks, including being able to stay out at night without people questioning him. He walked down the dungeon hallway with his robes on, albeit the long robes with the hood. He adorned the sweater instead. The tie was tucked in to his sweater, making him a more formal, classy looking man. Draco considered himself a man at fifteen, due to the recent events in his life. His father, Lucius Malfoy, had brought him in for training of the dark arts with the Death Eaters. Draco was not the only one brought in, though. His friends and many others were as well. There had been steady rumors of a rebellion from Potter and his friends, and Delores Umbridge had put up a defensive squad to catch them and stop them. Draco was a part of that squad. He got away with a lot because of his status in the squad. Draco Malfoy was basically the student leader of the Inquisitorial Squad, who was given privileges beyond his imagination. He could bring any student in for Umbridge's questioning on any matter he deemed necessary. He could patrol the school at any time of night, and not get told by Professor or Prefect to go to bed. He was now holding more power, and he was greedy for it. Every little bit fed his ego, and Draco loved having it. He strolled down to the dungeons, past where the Slytherin Common Room was. He could hear muffled sounds behind the portrait but passed by without hesitation, running a hand through his white-blond hair. it felt back into place naturally, as it always did. He inherited the hair from his father, who had the exact same color, only longer. Draco could hardly contain his excitement. Although Draco looked harmless, he was up to something that could get him in a lot of trouble. He was practicing what his father and the Death Eaters had been teaching him, and seeing as he could not do it in the open, he had to do it in secret. Knowing the Dungeons like the back of his hand, he exited off to the side, into an abandoned classroom. No students nor ghosts inhabited it most of the time, and when they did, Draco always shoved them out. He was not going to let anyone take his time from him, take his growing power from his hands. He looked around out the door, peering his head out, but he could not hear nor see anybody. That was the clear sign. He went to close the door, and when he was shutting it, something fell off of a shelf. Wand aloft, he turned to face the object that fell, leaving the door slightly ajar. Searching the area, he finally came to the conclusion that he was alone. He was always alone, always had been. It was no surprise to him. He was going to rise to his proper throne on his own, become the Malfoy heir and rightfully run a Malfoy household. He was Pureblood royalty, and he made sure everyone knew that everyday. He focused his wand now on a spider crawling about on top of a dust covered desk. Draco focused all of his energy. His father instructed him that he needed to mean what he was saying and doing during the spell. He aimed his wand. "Crucio." He muttered, his voice hoarse, the spell working. The spider seemed to scream in agony of its own kind, but Draco Malfoy was reveling in its pain. His smirk was evident, the moonlight shining in on his face giving him even more of an eerie, sinister look. He was not much for sympathy or empathy, but he did not know how well he could take doing the spells on a human. Potter and his friends, well, he'd have no problem with them. But others? He was not so sure. It was nearing midnight, but Draco was not tired. His body was flowing with a mischievous energy. "Crucio." He muttered again, his voice more clear, more confident. The spider again writhed in agony, but Draco was enjoying every sick moment of it. tagged: Lilith & Ginny | words: lots this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[lilith]

if the clouds are just too high
I F I T O S S A N D T U R N A N D F A L L B Y T H E W A Y S I D E , J U S T F O L L O W T H E S T A R S

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IT was often that Lilith considered herself a worthy Slytherin, her personality often matching that of one. But, somehow, the sorting hat had seen different within her, no doubt going deeper than the surface she tended to remain at. It was late into the night, but Lilith was unable to sleep. She had been studying her potions textbook with such a lovely devotion for hours before retiring to her bed, but her mind continued to swim in the information she had gained. The little girl was determined to learn all that she could, endeavoring to become a potions Professor herself on day. And suddenly, she had a suddenly pull to get up and return to the dungeons, a place she could not get enough of. Despite the aged stone walls, and dark atmosphere, and the constantly taunting Slytherins, it was still her favorite place in the castle. It held such mystery and excitement that she wouldn’t dare attempt to stay away. Even though the first year was still quite new, Lilith knew that it was most definitely not okay to leave her dorm this late at night; not to mention sneak into where she wanted so badly to go. The Potions classroom beckoned for her, disturbing her uneasy rest.

Silently, she nodded to herself, her childish impulses commanding her as she rose from bed and dressed herself. She was small and she was quick: meaning she’d be able slip past most of the patrolling Slytherins and Prefects. Pulling on flats, Lilith exited her shared room, careful not to wake her fellow Ravenclaws. Once outside, she hugged her Potions textbook to her chest, the adrenaline of doing what she was not supposed to once against gripping her. Her life had been such an innocent one, ruled by studying and learning to live up to the pureblooded status of her family. Going against the rules was still something so very new to her, but she liked the feeling of never knowing what to expect. Slipping out of the common room was relatively easy, being that it was empty of life. The painting guarding the dorm gave her a dirty look as she exited, but didn’t dare to speak. A small, sheepish smile was her response, mouthing ‘sorry’ as she went along. Her hair had been put into two ponytails, flowing downward all the same but separated with black ribbons.

It was rather easy, slipping through the halls that she had grown to memorize for the sake of reading and walking. It was easy to become lost in Hogwarts, so remembering the passageways had been one of the first things she had done. Quietly the first year continued downward, until she reached the door that marked the dungeons. Breathing deeply, the young girl opened it, cringing at the small squeak it made, the closed it behind her. The passages of the place were silent and empty, deprived of the usual Slytherin loitering around. Everyone was asleep, which was what was going to make this all the easier. It did not really plague her mind, the question as to what exactly she meant to do once inside the Potions classroom. Neither did she think of what spell might have been placed on the doors to seal it shut. But all thoughts of entering the place were dashed as she crept past a room, the door still slightly ajar. It was faint, but she could hear a voice coming from the room. A single world, then another one. Unable to make out what was being said, Lilith’s curiosity lead her to press her ear against the outside of the wooden entrance. There wasn’t another sound to be heard as she stood there, trying to silence her breath. Then, the worst situation that could have arisen, did. Having leaned against the door a little too much, it pushed opened suddenly, making a terribly loud creak that penetrated the silent much as lightening did to the still night. Gasping in horror, Lilith fell forward, entering the room with a little too much noise.

It was then that she witnessed a boy in black robes, having stark blond hair that was perfectly slicked back, pointing a wand at a spider. The thing was twitching and almost screaming in pain, and even though the witch didn’t like the creatures, she couldn’t help but bring her hand up to her mouth. ”WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” was the first thing she thought to say, hissing it in an alarming whisper. How very foolish of her to have intruded upon this scene.

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WORDS && seven five seven
TAGS && Ginny :]
OUTFIT && click!
CREDIT && lyrics from "90% Gravity" by thebestbandintheuniverse Bridges I Burn, template by Madame Grimm of Caution.
NOTES && wow this suuuuccckksss so freakin' bad! sorry!

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[GINEVRA WEASLEY]

It was nights such as these where Ginny wished she were back at home in the Burrow, with a cup of tea in her hand, and a blanket curled all around her. The feeling safety and comfort went by the wayside when she spent most of her year at Hogwarts, where any other student thought they were protected because of Headmaster Dumbledore. They were wrong. Evils lurked all around them in, and around the castle. In the Dungeons, in the common rooms, even in the Quidditch Pitch. There was always something to watch out for, because dangers and threats come in all shapes and sizes. Some people who you thought were your friends turned on you in minutes. Those who looked innocent weren't always as innocent as they seemed. These thoughts came into play as tonight, Ginny was restless. She lain in bed until late, tossing and turning, a sweaty mess in her sheets. It did not help that she had a nightmare the few hours that she had slipped into the unconscious state, a replay of what had happened in her first year. No one ever understood how devastating that was, and as much as the young red headed girl wanted to forget about it herself, she couldn't. Ginny was barely surprised with herself when she tossed her legs over the side of the bed and slipped into some slippers (that her mother had hand-knitted of course), and tossed on a robe over her pajamas. She did this very discreetly and inconspicuously, as she did not want to wake those who shared a room with her. Heavens knows that they would all rat her out for sneaking into the corridors so late at night, because they were all, for lack of better terms, "goody two shoes".

She grabbed one of the lanterns from the corner of the room, and waited until she blindly made her way into the common room to light it up. "Incendio." Ginny said as she pointed to the wax candle on the inside. It lit up easily, and illuminated a good portion of the room in doing so. The candle looked like it would burn out soon, so she had to make her late night walk quick. If she got desperate enough, she could always use Lumos, but magic was not permitted beyond classroom walls, so she didn't want to get in trouble and have to confront the toad. She looked quickly around the common room to see if anyone had sneaked down there for one reason or another, and when it looked as empty as the space between Astoria Greengrass' head, she made her way out into the corridors. Ginny wasn't exactly sure where she was heading to, so she made a left and starting creeping down to where that led. Several pictures yelled at her on the way down, for the light was disrupting their slumber. "Oh, shut it." she said to several of them, as she was afraid their complaining would wake someone who could get her in trouble. Almost like on command, Ginny ran into (well not necessarily) Peeves, the rudest, meanest ghost to inhabit Hogwarts. Luckily for her, he seemed preoccupied with something else, and just kept floating on, not taking nay notice to the nervous red headed girl. She let out a huge breath, not realizing before that she had been holding it. Already, there had been two close calls, and Ginny had barely been out for five minutes. Was this a bad sign? Was karma going to slap her in the face later for breaking the rules? She continued on anyway.

Ginny crawled down some steps until she ended up in the most depressing, damp, and utterly repulsive part of the school. The dungeons, where the Slytherin common room was (it only fit for it to be in this part of the school), and the potions classroom(again, only fit for the crappy part of the school). As soon as she realized where she was, Ginny immediately wanted to go back to the nicer part of the castle, where she could go find the Gryffindor common room and crawl back into bed. Too bad now she was wide awake. She continued down the creepy dungeon, and was startled by a noise she heard. It sounded like something was being tortured, but who would be up at this time to do anything such as that? Not thinking, she followed the noise until she got into an abandoned classroom. OR at one point, it was abandoned. Now it housed a blonde boy who she immediately recognized as perhaps her greatest enemy in school, Draco Malfoy. She peaked her head into the classroom further, to see that he was indeed torturing a spider with an unforgivable curse. Surely she had to try to stop it, but it looked like somebody already was there to save the day. Little Lilith from Ravenclaw was there, whispering to him angrily. Good, stand up to him. Oh wait no, he's bad, get away from him! Her thoughts conflicted as she fought the urge to give Draco a piece of her mind. He was in the Inquisitorial Squad, the horrid group that Umbridge had made herself, however, and she could get in a lot of trouble by him for being out so late. She stood watching in the shadows.

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[DRACO MALFOY]

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[lilith]

if the clouds are just too high
I F I T O S S A N D T U R N A N D F A L L B Y T H E W A Y S I D E , J U S T F O L L O W T H E S T A R S

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A sudden, exhilarating fear gripped the girl as the boy stopped his work, and very deliberately turned to face her. His actions spoke wonders of his character to the young witch: he being everything she had ever been tortured and tormented by. Ambition flared within his eyes, while his face displayed arrogance and wickedness. His expression made her shrink back, even before his words had left his lips. This Slytherin boy was not friendly in the least, and although she did not know him, he seemed to assume she did. How had the hands of fate delivered her into these set of circumstances? How could it have been so cruel to her? The one girl whom had been disabled in her right eye, sorted into a house of hatred-driven nerds, bullied by even her friends, and now she was at the end of a wand. She had to admit, however, that she had had a few highlights within her lifetime. Her eye had been healed, none-the-less. At Hogwarts, she’d made true friends, even if not from her house. By there was nothing to counteract this situation, and although all it promised was a good punishment from Professor Umbridge, it still seemed a fate worse than the rest. Umbridge both angered and terrified her, raising the will to both fight and beg for mercy under her smug little gaze. But now she was at the mercy of a Slytherin boy, one most furious at that. Nothing could be assumed at this point.

Then the boy stepped towards her, and in return she stepped back. It did not occur to her to draw her own wand, but even if it had she hardly knew any spells to protect herself. Especially any defensive spells, for Professor Umbridge refused to teach in that degree. Oh, how she loathed that woman, particularly now when whatever knowledge she could have received could have helped her – saved her. But, alas: it was not to be. Umbridge had indirectly caused her pitiful, vulnerable state, her body shaking lightly as she leaned away from the boy’s pointed wand. Then, suddenly, the wand was slackened as he pointed at her with the same hand, his voice implying a threat of some kind. Her multicolored eyes stared in wonder at his bold movements, absolute terror freezing her body from moving any more than she already had. She had not the strength to respond to him, and so she simply stared on, hoping he would lower his wand and tell her to run, fast, which she of course would do graciously: having forgotten about her attempted excursion to the Potions classroom. But, as he started into his speech, which she was all too tuned to, a jet of green light blasted from his wand. The spell was unexpected, no words of incantation having been said. It took her by surprise, and as the ball of green light sank into her chest, her face displayed an expression of utter shock. It was painless, as far as she could tell: dying. She had not a second before her body fell to the ground, limp and lifeless. Lilith hadn’t even the time for her life to flash before her eyes, as others claimed it did in these types of situations. No, it all just went black. As easy as falling asleep, just faster. The little Ravenclaw did not hear Draco yell out against her death, obviously not having meant to kill her.

The world just went black, her body number than it had ever been before. The body of Lilith Graham was no long plagued by pain and sorrow. It remained, lifeless, on the floor at the feet of Draco Malfoy, her murderer.

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WORDS && six one seven
TAGS && Ginny :]
OUTFIT && click!
CREDIT && lyrics from "90% Gravity" by thebestbandintheuniverse Bridges I Burn, template by Madame Grimm of Caution.
NOTES && . . . :] ?

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[GINEVRA WEASLEY]

Ginny watched as Draco threatened the girl with his connections to the joke of the Inquisitorial Squad. Still, she hated watching the girl cower in fear at the big bad Slytherin. She tensed as Draco started walking closer to her. He was easily two feet taller than Lilith, and much more intimidating. Draco Malfoy's wand was pointed straight at her, and Ginny was ready to jump in whenever thing started to get bad, which the undoubtedly would because, well, it was Malfoy. Something was wrong if things didn't go bad when he was involved. But, before she could do anything, something terrifying happened. A jet shot out of Draco's wand and hit the small girl square in the chest, knocking her backwards and sending her to the ground. Ginny came out of the shadow and into the doorway. "What have you done?" she yelled at him as she rushed over to the girl's lifeless body, dropping and breaking the lantern on the way. Ginny picked up Lily's head and laid it in her lap, sorrow immediately rushing over her. She checked the girl's pulse, then to see if she was breathing, but Lilith seemed to be doing neither.

Lilith was dead.

It was almost like a sick joke. Almost like this whole situation itself was a dream. Ginny dragged a hand down her face, trying to wake herself up. When she realized she was still there, the sad realization came to her. No, this was not a dream. "Oh, Lilith..." Ginny said softly, wiping a tear away from her cheek. The young Ravenclaw had been like a little sister to her, and now she was gone, because of Malfoy. Up until then, Gin almost forgot Malfoy was even there. Placing down Lilith head softly on the ground, she turned back to Malfoy. "You!" she snarled, taking out her wand and walking over to Draco with it drawn towards his chest. "What have you done?" she repeated, still shocked from what had happened just before her very eyes. It was almost like a sick replay of what could have happened to her in the Chamber of Secrets if Harry hadn't been there to save her. "You...you..." she didn't even know what to say. If anyone ever found out what happened, he'd be sent to Azkaban for sure. As much as she hated him, Ginny couldn't imagine getting Malfoy responsible for spending a lifetime in that prison.

She was going to break down right there. It was all too much to take in at the moment. Ginny tried to calm down so she wouldn't do anything rash and end up in trouble herself. She kept a shakey arm out, wand pointed still at him. "What are we going to do?" she whispered to herself. How would she herself get out of this mess without being accused of having some part in this?

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