COOKIE QUOTE OF THE DAY:
You never answered my question, Draco,” said Ginny.
He raised his eyebrows in query.
“Will we really get out of this?”
“If I have anything to say about it, we will.” We will, he thought. We. He was connected to her by the sensations created in combing her hair, touching her skin, and the connection was like a steel-strong thread. There’s something I’ve been thinking about,” he said, putting down the comb. “I really think that this is all rubbish.”
“What do you mean?”
They moved to the sofa. He sat back next to her, clasping his arms round his knees. “We’re supposed to be Carriers. Right?”
“We are Carriers.”
“But what does that really mean?”
“Well… I don’t know. It’s what we are.”
“Yes, but what is that?”
She looked troubled.
“Ginny, you’ve seen humans. So have I. Not very often, mostly from a distance, but we have seen them. And we’ve seen them on television. We’ve seen pictures in books. I’ve read anatomy books to help me with drawing. We both know what they look like.”
“Yes. But I don’t understand what your point is.”
“My point is.,.. Ginny, they look like us. They are us.”
A/N: If y’all have read Keeping Christmas On the Death Train, you can really see some of the ways that this fic is starting to diverge. It’s not taking place in a magical world; in fact, a big part of the mystery is that nobody actually knows what this world is, or what it means to be who they are.