Summary: The horrors of the war against the Dark side have reached an all time high. Death Eaters seize the village Ginny Weasley lives in, and she is forced to take into her home a very unexpected Death Eater – Draco Malfoy. ** G/D **

A/N:     First and foremost, I have to give LOTS of credit to one of my favorite books, "Corelli's Mandolin" by Louis de Bernieres. This story is based on the part of the plot of this book – like the fact that Draco is forced into Ginny's home because of a war, and many other things. I obviously made up a lot of things to accompany his plot, but he does get most of the credit.

            Secondly, this will be Ginny/Draco… obviously.

Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once! Harry Potter and characters belong to J.K. Rowling, who I am in no way affiliated with. Plot belongs to Louis de Bernieres.

Chapter 1: Voldemort's Plan

Incolumisa was a most beautiful island. Only mere miles off the southwest coast of England, it was a kind of landmass with natural wonders to amaze any soul. Waves could hardly wait to greet its beautiful shoreline and kiss the jagged rocks that bordered it. Clouds rarely stopped to rest on its luxurious mountains with peaks so high they skimmed the sky.

The very earth upon the island was heavy with the weight of nostalgia, for it had existed off the coast of England for over a thousand years. However, only few people knew of this place, and those very few who did were all wizards.

Incolumisa was an island only visible to the magical eye. It was a very fairly small landmass, and consisted of a population of about forty people, who were living on this hidden island because they themselves needed to be hidden.

With the rise of the Dark Order, Dumbledore, as head of the Order Against Evil, decided it was time to bring the island to use once again. Incolumisa had been used during Voldemort's first rise to power. Many important wizards, such as the Minister of Magic, were in need of protection and were put on the island, for Voldemort did not know about it. Most inhabitants were old wizards who had lived there since the first rise of the Dark Order.

Harry Potter had been moved to the island recently, for when it came time to ensure his safety, Dumbledore and the rest of the Order Against Evil decided this was the best thing to do.

Harry, now 22 years old, lived in the small cottage at the top of the hill less than a mile from the shoreline with his beloved girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. Down the hill, only a short distance away, lived the happily married Ron and Hermione Weasley.

Life was never perfect for these four, but they managed to get by. Recent events, however, changed many things.

Death Eaters had increased in number, and the amount of defending fighters for the battlefield was slowly diminishing. Harry had, since leaving Hogwarts, wanted to join the fight, but Dumbledore only accepted those over 25 years of age. The rule, however, was taken away, giving Harry the opportunity to fight. After arguments and tears, he and Ginny agreed it was all for the best if he joined. Ron had made the same decision, although his took more consideration; not only was he married to Hermione, but also, she had been carrying his baby for three months.

Ginny lamented at her loss and, but knew the cause was more important.

On the day of Harry's departure, they held each other on the front lawn of their small cottage.

In the shade of a peach tree, Harry kissed her again. And again. By now, both their mouths were sore and on the verge of bruising, but they didn't care.

" I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing his face into her red curls.

Ginny hugged him tighter. " It isn't your fault, Harry. Don't be."

She had come to understand that his obligation to fight against the Dark side was in no way his fault. Even if she could, she would not prevent him from going.

To assuage the drama, Harry Disapparated in the blink of an eye, causing a now teary Ginny to gape blankly at the spot in which he had been standing only moments ago.

The war, or whatever it was to be called, against the Dark Side had reached a vicious point. Ginny was so inured to the Dark Order and it ways. It had become a part of everybody's lives, had reeked into the hearts of innocents and spread its discord throughout the wizarding world.

Voldemort's second rise to power had impacted the lives of many, as it never had. The horrors had reached an all time high, and Death Eaters were more active than ever. They had seized small wizard communities, villages that consisted of both muggles and wizards. Many suffered by the hands of Voldemort's dangerous supporters.

The Dark Lord had not only revived himself to be worse than ever, but he had somehow created a mass organization of supporters for his cause. They seemed to be everywhere, and most were fighting against soldiers like Harry on battlefields.

Ginny ached for Harry. Moments after he had Disapparated, she collapsed in the shade of the peach tree and began to cry.

She knew she would have gone with him in an instant, but she was not allowed because she was a witch. Dumbledore had taken away the age rule for soldiers, but he did not permit women to join the battlefield.

Ginny felt completely helpless, staring at the grass beneath her that had begun to blur. She wished she could be more active in the fight. Harry, on the other hand, was glad for this rule, for he wanted Ginny to stay on the island, where she was safe from Voldemort and his supporters.

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He opened his eyes and adjusted them to his new surroundings. There was dewy grass beneath his feet that dampened the hem of his long robes. By the looks of the place, it could have been a moor, but he could not tell because of the darkness. He had been told to Disapparate and Apparate instantly at his master's side whenever he felt his Dark Mark burn.

Other figures, covered from head to toe in black robes that dragged were approaching Voldemort from different directions.

Draco Malfoy's heavy heart weighed like a boulder inside of him. With every apprehensive step he took to draw nearer to the Dark Lord, he found the incomprehensible boulder grow heavier and heavier.

Voldemort patiently waited as his pathetic supporters did their best to quickly form their tight circle around him. His thin red eyes gleamed most maliciously, as they always did.

" Death Eaters," he called lazily, his eerie voice quavering in the silent air. " I am pleased with our successful invasion of Middle's Town – a task which would have been unlikely to succeed had it not been for Richard."

Richard Lestranges squirmed excitedly next to Draco as he bowed graciously. " Thank you, my Lord," he replied promptly.

" And Draco…" the Dark Lord continued. Draco felt these words flow into his ears and through his body like a cold spirit, turning his insides frigid.

Don't look the Dark Lord straight in the eyes, Lucius' voice repeated in his mind.

" Your mistakes shall not be tolerated next time."

It was like Draco had swallowed an ice cube. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to fight his apprehension. " Yes, my Lord," he managed to mutter. These words tasted bitter on his tongue.

He knew, from horrible experience, that the Dark Lord tolerated no mistakes. He had felt to indescribable pain of the Cruciatus Curse, had suffered the thousand invisible knives stabbing his skin.

Voldemort returned to the center of the circle. " I am pleased, but nonetheless, there are more places to seize, more wizards and witches to turn to our side."

He began to saunter about the dewy grass again, and as if he were talking aloud to himself, he continued, " We're thinking too small. I can't imagine taking over all of England by seizing one pathetic little village at a time. Yes, Death Eaters, it's time to take a bigger step."

Voldemort's eyes suddenly became glazed and his lipless mouth curved into what Draco supposed was some sort of sick smile. " Because of my faithful spy, I have been able to obtain a most useful piece of information. It seems the other side has managed to fool us by hiding its most faithful supporters on a hidden island, known as Incolumisa." He waved his bony white hands and gestured toward the Death Eaters. " On the island, resides some of the most important supporters of the other side, and when we seize this island, and seize it we shall, the Dark Order will be turned onto these supporters!"

A fresh wave of excitement traveled throughout the circle, as almost every Death Eater smiled beneath their expressionless masks at the prospect of using this opportunity to impress their master.

" We shall plan this seize most carefully. According to my spy, it is an island heavily guarded by heavy magical forces. Isn't that right, Severus?"

A soft voice replied from somewhere in the circle, " Yes, my Lord."

Draco watched as the tall thin figure standing across from him bowed briefly. It was almost impossible to believe that this was the same man who had taught him Potions for seven years.

Draco marveled at how Snape could hide his loyalty to Voldemort from Dumbledore. He himself felt he could never again look Dumbledore straight in those twinkling blue eyes and lie to him every day, as Snape did – that took a lot of courage.

Voldemort continued his plan while Draco surveyed the scene. He could not tell if any of the other Death Eaters were paying attention, for all he saw was one white mask next to another. He fixed his stance to match those around him by pulling his shoulder back and standing as though he was proud of his position to serve the Dark Lord.

But proud, he wasn't. Draco had simply been raised to support the winning side. He had, mistakenly, followed his own father's footsteps and ended up stepping into the circle among the other Dark Side supporters. He agreed with some of the cause – ridding the world of filth such as mudbloods and muggles. And yet, he was unhappy standing within the ranks of the pathetic Death Eater, all whom were willing to live in the shadow of one powerful wizard. The way Draco saw it, there were only two sides in this war, and Draco had been led to choose this one.

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Ginny saw a figure coming up the hill. She remained under the tree, squinting through the glaring sunlight, and saw it was Hermione.

Trudging up the hill was quite a strain to anybody, especially a pregnant woman, so Ginny jumped up to greet and help her friend reach her shaded lawn.

As of now, there was very little difference in the size of Hermione's stomach, for she was only three months into the pregnancy. Ginny often liked to bombard Hermione with questions about her health and symptoms, and Hermione would answer patiently with answers she had found in her pregnancy books.

Today, however, was not the day for that sort of talk. As the girls took their seats on the patch of grass next to the peach tree, Hermione suddenly let out a dry sob.

Ginny put her arms around her friend's shoulders. Both had reached a mutual understanding of one another's fears. Ginny did not have to clutch any sort of fear that her own future child would grow up without a father, like Hermione did, but she did not want to spend the rest of her life with one less brother. Already, Bill, Charlie and the twins were fighting too (Ministry members such as Percy and her father were needed for their own tasks). Mrs. Weasley remained with her husband and Percy at the Burrow. Despite Ron's and Ginny's urging them to move to Incolumisa, they were adamant about staying in their own home during the war. The men had to go to their jobs, and Mrs. Weasley wanted to stay and take care of them. Ginny had hesitated on her decision to move in with Harry, but Molly advocated it. She wanted her only daughter, Hermione, and Ron to be safe during these times and support Harry. That was how the four had come to live there.

 " All we can do for now is hope," said Ginny sadly. She stared out into the bright sky. The weather was currently not compatible with her mood.

Hermione forced a small smile. " At least we're safe, Ginny. At least Ron and Harry can go and fight knowing we won't be in harm's way."

" Oh, that's true," Ginny replied. Incolumisa did give her a sense of security she felt she only had at Hogwarts.

The girls did not know, that Death Eaters around England, in hushed whispers beneath their masks, were conspiring to seize that very same island.

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A/N: A bit short, but there's your chapter one – expect more soon. Please review *