The Gypsy In Me
Chapter 1: Possession
LunarianPrincess
Ginny receives a precious bundle that has been passed through her family from generation to generation. Now that she is the possessor what will the mystifying bundle hold for her? Draco is given a mystifying gift by his mother, what will the enigmatic case hold for him. When they finally open them, it sets the ball rolling to bring true love to their doors.
Ginny walked up the stairs slowly, she was seriously confused by the occurrence of the last few minutes. She heard her brother and his friends as they messed around in the yard. She reached her room and slowly eased the door open, she set the bundle on the bed and headed for the window. She flung the drapes wide, allowing the sunlight to permeate the room, she sat contentedly on the bed. She pulled the plush ruby velvet package towards her. She pulled the black silk ribbon that held it closed and reached inside. She pulled a small wooden box from its sheath and set it in front of her.
As Ginny sat in her room alone, she stared at the box on her bed doubtfully. How could such an unassuming container hold a thing of such power? She thought back to the conversation she had just had with her mother.
"Ginevra, you are to be given this before you are 17, I have felt that now is the time, when you return to school you will be 16 and turn 17 during the term, because of this, we cannot help but give it to you now." Molly said seriously. She reached behind her and produced a beautiful cherry wood box. She handed it delicately to Ginny. "Now, you cannot open it before it's time, which you will know, the only thing I can tell you about what lies inside is that it has helped countless women in our family find their true loves." When she had said this she laid a small crimson velvet bag on top of the box, this done she stood and left the room, leaving a bewildered Ginny behind. Ginny shoved the box in the velvet sheath before heading for her room.
When she had imparted this knowledge upon Ginny she had promptly left the room, leaving a mystified and skeptical Ginny behind. Ginny stretched forth her fingers and touched the wood, which had been smoothed with age. She fingered her collarbone, where a birthmark shaped like one of the symbols lay on her flesh. She fingered the delicately entwined copper and silver wires that served as its lock, they were woven into two distinct Celtic symbols. A tiny zing went through her fingers, traveling through her body and directly to her heart. She flicked the delicate metal with her fingernail, confident the box would open and reveal what it concealed. To her confusion and frustration, the box did not open, but remained stubbornly closed. She tried with more force but no matter how much she tried, it would not open.
Draco stood pensively outside of his mothers private apartments. He almost never was allowed in here, this was his mother's domain, a place where she escaped from the painful influence of Lucius. She had said she had a very important thing to discuss with him, so here he was, waiting outside the imposing doors. He raised his knuckles to rap on the door when it opened quietly.
"Come in," Narcissa said quietly. A memory bubbled up in his memory. His mother singing to him as a child, she had had a beautiful, full voice. Now it was just a remnant of its former glory, it had a grating, nasally sound, which she had earned when she had disobeyed her husband in the raising of their only child. Draco had never seen his father beat his mother, but he had heard it and saw the subtle effects on his mother's personality, she had gone from loving, adoring parent to avoidant, fearful victim.
He strode into the room, his gaze calculating and wary, traits he had inherited from his parents. He saw his mother, sitting like a queen on her throne, in a small armchair. The entire room was gold with navy blue and green, it was very subtle and understated, not like the rest of the ostentatious manor. She motioned with a slender hand to the green chair next to hers. As he sat she poured them tea, he took it wordlessly, speculating on what had caused his mother to call him here. He sipped the tea cautiously, watching his mother as she sipped from her cup as well.
"I have a gift for you, this is supposed to be given to you on your 18th birthday but since it can't be opened until it determines you are acceptable I see no problem in giving it to you now." After this dramatic statement she reached beside her and pulled something out from a small velvet bag. There, nestled in her palm, was a small wooden box. She extended her palm and he carefully grabbed the box. She handed him the green velvet bag that was tied with a black silk ribbon and turned from him. he sat for a second, uncomprehending as he stared at the box in his hand. He shoved it in the bag and stood, he gave his mother a nod and left.
He climbed the stairs from his parents floor to his own, he was on one of the topmost floors in his family's estate. He ran his hand over the knob on his door before twisting it a security measure, a magical recognition that allowed only him in his private room. He shoved the door closed and walked to the large alcove of window seats. He settled back against the plush cushions and set the bag on his lap. He gently pulled the ribbon loose and reached in, extracting the small wooden box. He lifted his palm, inspecting the odd gift his mother had given him. He wondered what she had meant by acceptable. There was a small clasp holding the box closed, one side was pure, untarnished silver the other was a warm, bright copper. Together, where the clasp entwined, they formed two Celtic symbols. He put his other hand to his collarbone, where the symbol formed by the silver lay on his skin.
He reached his fingers towards the wood, he smoothed his fingers over the wood, which had become supple with age. He touched the metal, intent on opening the box. As his fingers skimmed over the cool metal he felt an odd zing go through his body, he nearly snatched his hand back in fear, but countless years of control drilled by his father allowed him to keep his dignity. His heart rate had sped up when the sensation had settled in his heart. He flicked the catch but it did not open. He tried to pry it apart but no matter how much effort he put into it the box remained stubbornly closed.
How was that, I got this idea from a dream I had, I hope this will prove easier to write than the other fics I'm working on. Tell me what you think, had it captured your attention?