Choosing Death

Choosing Death

Prologue

    “Avada Kedavra!”

    Three voices shouted at once, causing Ginny to flinch and pinch her eyelids together on reflex. She could hear Draco and Harry both yell her name as if they were going to be able to protect her by doing so, when in reality they were all three about to be murdered.. Ginny opened her eyes as she felt two hands grab hold of her own and realized that everything around her had frozen except herself. She stared at the jet of bright green light that had stopped three centimetres from her face and breathed a sigh of relief. Looking to her right and then to her left, she felt her heart flutter as she realized that neither she nor her boys had been harmed in any way as of yet. After the realization of that struck her, she began to wonder why everything around her but herself was frozen. Hearing the crackling of fallen leaves around her, she looked around cautiously.

    “Hello?” she called out to the area that she heard the sounds from, wondering if something else around her had escaped being frozen as well. “Who are you?” she called out curiously.

    “The spell is mine. I’ve frozen everything. I am here to collect your decision on which boy it shall be,” The bone-chilling voice of what sounded like a female penetrated through to her, sending automatic chills down her spine. She whipped her head around in every direction she could face, though it was of little use being that she was tied to a tree.

    “What are you talking about?” Ginny asked as she gave an extra squeeze to both Harry’s and Draco’s hands for support.

    “You knew it would come down to this. The choice, did you not?” the voice, barely audible, spoke again.

    “Yes, I knew that I’d have to make a choice, but I didn’t know it’d be at a time as drastic as this! We’re going to die now anyway,” she muttered, a new feeling of bitterness and anger taking over her. “Choosing would just be too hard,”

    “Well toughen up because it’s about to get harder. Once you choose you will survive. JUST the two of you, but the boy you don’t choose will die. You have one minute before my magic breaks and you all end up dying." Ginny's eyes moved away from the direction the voice was coming from and focused on the two boys. On her right was Harry, caring and friendly, tied to a tree, his goofy smile seemingly ripped from his face, and his eyes almost devoid of all color. What would he be thinking, now? Probably awaiting his death heroically with images of Ginny flooding through his mind. And on her left was Draco, passionate and carefree. He'd most likely be wondering bitterly if Ginny felt for him the way he felt for her. He would no doubt welcome death if she had rejected him.

    "Do you have your choice?” came the voice again, though impatient. Ginny’s eyes shot to Harry’s face, and then, feeling guilty, to Draco’s.

    “Yes, I’ve made my choice.”