Ginny

Ginevra Malfoy; that was my name, was it not? Of course, there were few times I felt I fit the place in life that came with this name. The name 'Malfoy' implied many things: Money, power, prestige, and blood as pure as winter's first snow. Let us not forget bigotry, cruelty, heartlessness, and Death Eater. I was none of these, and never wanted to be. I also never wanted to be Ginevra Malfoy, and was not happy when I took on the name.

When I was happy I was a Weasley, and lived with my family in the Burrow. It had been hardly two years since Harry, Ron, and Hermione left and since then we had no letters, no form of contact. They could have been dead for all we knew.

Back then, there wasn't much to be happy about; everyday people would disappear, become kidnapped, or die. Luna had gone missing almost three months ago, near the end of the school year. Colin Creevey left the Wizarding world completely near the start of the year, but not before they snapped his wand. His brother, as well. Even Demelza Robbins disappears from her dorm room one night and hadn't been seen since. I was relieved when I graduated, as I was expecting the Carrows to come up with some inane reason to keep me back.

It was the middle of the day and I was out in the garden, planting the new Singing Solarias Mum had bought. They were in the middle of a soothing lullaby, and they were all swaying in the breeze, their orange and yellow petals fluttering left and right. I closed my eyes and let their voices sink in.

The moment was shattered when Fred and George ran to the garden gate, yelling for me to get in the house. I didn't ask questions, I knew that it was serious. It had to be serious if they didn't call me in by throwing their new favorite product, the ever handy Exploding Egg.

As soon as I was in the door slammed shut behind me and Mum, Dad, the twins, and Charlie were there in my face, saying seven things at once, which was hard for only five people to do. I caught the vitals of their blithering. The Death Eaters were coming, and they were coming fast.

They'd had found evidence connecting dad and Harry or something, some excuse to make a move they've wanted to make for months. Had Dad not gotten the Patronus from Kingsley Shacklebolt moments earlier, it would've been too late.

There was a hidden store room-like hideout under the sitting room rug that we all rushed to get to. I lifted the rug and before I even had the door open all the way there was a loud bang near the front door and the sound of rushed foot steps. Mum shoved me in, shut the door and re-covered it with lightning speed, telling me not to make a sound. I tried to fight her, to push back, but Then everything was dark, save the light coming in from the cracks in the wooden floor; I was alone.

I heard forceful yelling accompanied by the sound of spells shooting and whizzing through the air and five loud thuds. Oh, Merlin, please let my family be okay. Through the mixed voices, although it was hard to tell, I hadn't heard the killing curse sounded and I tried to hold on to what little hope I had.

More yelling, but I recognized some of the voices this time. It was Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, and a maybe one or two strangers. 'No, no, no,' I thought. 'Please, no.' My hands felt damp and I realized I was crying, sobbing, choking on my own tears. I tried to quiet down when I realized how loud I was, but it was too late. Even as I clamped my hands over my mouth in desperation I knew it was futile. They'd heard me and knew where I was.

The last thing I saw, as the secret hatch was flung open, was a bright purple light above me. Then everything went black.

Draco

On the night I learnt that my father, aunt, and their underlings were going to take the Weasley home, and all of it's residents, I didn't sleep.

Lord Voldemort had, by some unexplainable miracle, moved from Malfoy Manor to one of our more unused homes, just outside of London. It eliminated a large amount of the dark cloud that seemed to constantly hover over the Manor these days.

We, the Death Eaters, were all sitting at a large wooden table, with Voldemort at the head. I was only four seat down on the right, my father next to me. Severus was on Voldemort's immediate left, my aunt to his right. Wormtail cowered in the corner, feeding Nagini rats as she seemed to be playing with the idea of eating him.

"My Lord," Yaxley bowed his head from the center of the table as he addressed him. "We now have sufficient evidence that Arthur Weasley is connected to the Quibbler, the tabloid that supports the potter boy. With your permission, we plan to attack and take him and his family into custody."

Lord Voldemort nodded and scheduled the attack for the day after next. "Lucius, you and Bellatrix shall accompany Yaxley and his men." I sat tense in my seat once Yaxley mentioned the Weasley family, but didn't say a word. I would save it for later.

The next morning I went straight to Lord Voldemort to vouch on the youngest Weasley's behalf. I asked for a private audience, which probably wouldn't have been allowed if he had been in a foul mood- well, fouler than usual, so I was hopeful.

As I walked into the large, empty room, I saw him, sitting on a sort of steel throne, slouching with his fist keeping his head up. He wore the same long black robes as usual.

Once we were alone Voldemort raised the pale white skin where his left eyebrow should have been. "What is this about, Draco?" He asked in his cold hissing voice.

I bowed low at the waist, my eyes trained on the marble floor.

"My Lord," I began hesitantly. "I have come to you this morning to discuss the attack being planned on the Weasley home."

If he was surprised, he didn't show it. With near mock indifference he asked, "and what concern of it is yours, Draco? From what I know you have no connection to the Weasleys."

"More specifically, My Lord, the youngest Weasley; Ginevra Weasley. I have come to ask you to spare her and put her in my care." I dared to look up, only slightly.

"The Weasley girl?" He drawled. He was curious. "This comes as quite a shock I must say, Draco. What, I ask, are you planning to do with her once she is in your grasp? Hmm?"

"My Lord, I plan to marry her," my face was blanch, I could tell. Invisible pins pricked me all over as I spoke. "With your permission, of course. This is why I requested such an audience with you," I somehow kept my voice from shaking. I was brought up to respect and fear Lord Voldemort, but I mostly feared him. I didn't know anyone who didn't, save Dumbledore, and he died because of his foolish courage. The Dark Lord was a monster that could, and would, kill me at the smallest hesitation, with no regret, and no thought.

At this Voldemort broke from his careless position and sat straight up and stared at me with his red slits for eyes. Minutes passed, every one seeming to be an eternity. Finally he spoke.

"Marry her... on what grounds did you form this plan?" He questioned. "Marrying a Blood Traitor," he spit out 'Blood Traitor' like it was mud in his mouth.

"She is a pure blood, My Lord. And her family's history shows strong fertility. I believe with a little encouragement she would make a fine Malfoy. You, yourself, once said that every drop of magical blood spilled is a waste, My Lord," I spoke with the finality I had practiced in the mirror more than twenty times.

He seemed to consider it for a moment, the cogs in his head turning.

"I will," I had to concentrate very hard not to suck in my breath as he paused, "allow this, Draco, if only for experiment to see if any blood traitors after the Weasley girl can have their ways of thinking be…altered. Tell your father I wish to speak with him, immediately." He motioned for me to take my leave. I made my way out of the room, not daring to even let my mouth twitch in a small sign of victory. The only sound was the heels of my shoes clicking on perfectly polished floors. Before the door could even click closed I let out a sigh of relief. She would be spared. She would live. She would be mine. At last, all was well.

It was last year at Hogwarts, my seventh year, her sixth, that I really noticed Ginny for the first time.

The moon had just come up, and I decided to go for a midnight stroll. I had passed the Death Eater guards, ready to Confundus them, but I saw that it was already done for me. Interesting…

As I strolled out onto the Hogwarts grounds and I saw someone heading towards the Forbidden Forest in the distance. It was Ginny Weasley. I knew it was her straight away because her hair was sparkling bright red in the moonlight as she took cover in the forest's shadows. I followed her, sprinting to catch up, even though Malfoys weren't supposed to move at any more than a brisk strut. It didn't take long to find her wandering about the forest. Why go in there, of all places? It was probably almost as dangerous as Hogwarts now. However, I never received an answer.

After fifteen minutes of walking, the redhead stopped in her tracks in a small clearing. She laid down and didn't move a muscle, her eyes trained on the sky. Was she stargazing? Astronomy was no longer offered at Hogwarts, so it was possible. But why waste detention with the Carrows just to look at a bunch of stars?

After another half hour, she stood up, without warning, and walked back out of the Forbidden Forest. I was surprised to see that, when she arrived back at the Hogwart's gates, the guards were still as confused as when I first found them. With a spell that powerful, the little Weasel couldn't be showing all of her skills tot heir full potential; not from what I'd heard around the halls.

I didn't know why- and I still don't- but something about Ginny that night changed the way I saw her. She wasn't just the youngest of the Blood Traitors anymore, she was an object of curiosity- first, to see what else she was hiding; then, I simply fell into the rhythm of watching her. I watched her as she ate, as she walked down the halls, I even volunteered to oversee some of the less damage-inducing detentions, where she would clean the whole dungeon (and one rather unpleasant detention in the owlery) until she was ready to pass out.

The night Ginny came to our house, she was completely unconscious. My father didn't say a word against the idea, but I supposed that was the Dark Lord's doing.

I immediately took her to her new room, which I had decorated to accommodate her. The spell, Father told me, would only last for another two hours or so. I had to prepare for her to awaken.

A/N: Well, here's the new and improved Chapter One! I won't upload them all at once, so there may be a few inconsistencies for a period of time. But, hopefully, they won't last long!

I've added a whole bunch and hope to utilize a few changes this chapter later on, like the stargazing bit. Oh, the romanticisms I could cook up… But enough for now!

I can't really recognize reviewers, seeing as its Chapter One, but I will thank the reviewers of Old Chapter One: Angel Of Doom and Dracoginnylover24! I hope you two remembered I existed, and will like this much more than Old Chapter One, likewise for everyone else!

Until later, Duckies.

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