Prologue: Weasley Gone Wrong

Author's Note: Like my other Harry Potter stories, SG is A/U, Alternate Universe. So, if you don't like anything but canon, DON'T READ THIS! Thanks!

About the A/U, not only is Ginny NOT a Gryffindor, a lot about other characters is changed. And I've changed her features. And Ginny's first name isn't Ginevra, its Astraea which according to behindthename (dot) com means, "Star". Astraea was a Greek goddess of justice. After wickedness took root in the world she left the earth and became the constellation Virgo. The Weasleys just called her Ginny 'cause it was her middle name.

And, I am not a big fan of Harry's, so I'm not going to make him face Voldy again. Sorry, but I'm getting bored with that. I mean, I tried to incorporate that in the story, but there are only so many evil warlords/sorcerers you can put in one story. So, no Voldy returning. Malfoy's are still pureblood elitists, but what can you do about that? LOL.

And lastly, in case you didn't notice, this is a crack fic. I wanted to see how many Ginny/Draco cliches I could get in one story, so this is it. No offense to anyone who writes any of these topics intended.

September 1, 1992 - Hogwarts

"WEASLEY, ASTRAEA!"

Astraea Ginevra Weasley bound up the steps to sit on the stool, eager for the Hat to be dropped on her head so she could join her brothers, Percy, Fred, George and Ron in Gryffindor. There as no doubt in her mind that she would be in Gryffindor, no matter what she wanted. She was a Weasley and Weasleys always went into Gryffindor.

She didn't look like a Weasley, though. While her brothers were tall and lanky with fire red hair and freckles, Astraea's hair was raven black, cascading down her back in rippling curls. Her eyes were a deep, sapphire blue that held secrets few mortals could understand. She was small, petite, but carried herself with the bearing of an empress. Her skin was pale, delicate, like moon beams. Arthur Weasley called her Moonchild; while Fred and George joked that she was a vampire.

"Hmmm, hmmm," a soft voice said next to her ear. She grinned. "Another Weasley. Not frightened easily, huh? A good, no, brilliant mind, quick wit, with a great deal of cunning and more than your fair share of survival instincts. You're a Weasley, yes, but not like the others. The first Weasley girl to pass under me since Slytherin's granddaughter herself. Hmmm. Where to put you, where to put you…"

"Isn't it obvious?" she thought. "I'm a Weasley, put me in Gryffindor."

"No, no, no, that won't do. You have a great deal of courage, like a lion, brains like a raven and more loyalty than you know what to do with, like a badger. And a ruthless cunning the likes of which Slytherin himself would have approved of. Hmmm…AHAH, I've got it. I'll put you in…SLYTHERIN!"

The silence was so thick it was almost visible as the entire Great Hall, even Albus Dumbledore himself, stared at Ginny Weasley; the first Weasley to be placed in Slytherin since Hogwarts was founded.

* * *

Draco Lucas Malfoy watched in shock as the little Weasley girl calmly put the Sorting Hat on the stool and, head held high and shoulders thrown back, regal as any queen, glided to the Slytherin table and, with no invitation from him, took the empty seat next to him. He raised an eyebrow at her, a gesture she returned with the same regal bearing. He had to admit, she was feisty. He liked that in a girl.

"Astraea Weasley, but my family calls me Ginny," she said, offering him her hand. He took it, out of manners hammered into him from birth and kissed her knuckles. The instant his lips touched her skin, an electric spark passed between them. He looked up to gaze into her midnight eyes. She smiled at him and he saw her, the woman a thousand years ago he had lost before he was able to possess her. Did she know about the blood oath? His heart sped up and he smirked at her, his silver eyes twinkling with joy. Astraea smiled back, happiness making her face glow.

"Draco Malfoy," he said, not letting go of her hand. On his other side, a pinched face girl was glaring at her. Ginny raised an eyebrow delicately.

"And you are?" her voice was soft, belying the steel beneath her words. Already, she was taking a disliking to the girl.

"Pansy Parkinson," the girl replied, laying a possessive hand over Draco's shoulder. "Draco's girlfriend."

"Parkinson, cut it out," Draco drawled lazily. But like Ginny, his emotions were hidden by his words. "I've told you before, we are not dating."

"I should hope not," Ginny said, smirking. She smiled sweetly at Pansy. "Draco is bound to me by an ancient Blood Oath and I do not take kindly to people infringing on what is mine."

The conversation ended right there as Dumbledore announced the beginning of the feast. Ginny scanned the Gryffindor table as she ate, wondering where Harry and Ron had gone. They hadn't been on the train and no one remembered seeing them at King's Crossing.

"So, Ginny," Draco began, but Ginny raised her hand, stopping his words.

"Please," she said softly, her voice suddenly wise and mature far beyond her years. "You and I know who we are, reincarnated, Draco. I would appreciate it if you called me by my proper name. As I will call you by yours…Lucas."

Draco's eyes darkened to storm gray and his smile was wicked, promising dangerous, sensual things, remarkably erotic even on his twelve year-old face. "Of course…Astraea. Darling, I have missed you."

Much to the surprise of Pansy and Crabbe and Goyle, the only ones paying attention to Ginny and Draco, Ginny leaned close to him and gave him a searing kiss, wrapping one arm around his neck.

"As I have you, lover."

* * *

Far away, deep below the ancient monument of Stonehenge, a dark power began to stir, roused by the Blood Oath. She smiled to herself, still weak from her thousand year sleep, but her hatred just as strong as when she had been sealed in the cage by those damned elementals.

Enjoy the time you have for now, she whispered to the walls of her cage, her words carried through the soil and by the animals that lived deep under the earth, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, to creep into the dreams of the reincarnated. For you will soon be destroyed and will never find each other again.

Snug in the Slytherin dungeon, cuddled close on the couch before the fire, Astraea Weasley and Draco Malfoy slept, undisturbed by the whisperings. Astraea Weasley-Slytherin and Lucas Malfoy-Gryffindor had found each other after a thousand years.