Prologue
June 9, 1996
Hey Kat,
Sorry it's taken a while for me to write but things have been crazy here at school but if you got the Sunday prophet I'm sure you know why. In case you don't know or haven't seen the Prophet, the Ministry of Magic was broken into last week and Fudge has finally admitted Tom's return to the world. Gods if my family knew I still referred to You-Know-Who as Tom they'd have a fit, course they'd probably have a fit and disown me if they knew the truth about what I did at the Ministry that night.
I've probably just confused the heck out of you. I'm sorry. My brain is still trying to process everything that happened and what I did, which if my brother or Harry ever found out about it, I wouldn't be here to write to you anymore.
Anyway, about the Ministry. Well it appears Tom's been working his way into Harry's head all year and he managed to make Harry think that he, Tom, was torturing Harry's godfather in the Hall of Prophecy in the Department of Mysteries. Harry being the typical Gryffindor decided to run to the rescue and Ron, Mione, Neville, Luna and I tagged along. I know, I know, bloody stupid thing to do just to try to get Harry to notice me but I did it anyway. Mainly because I can't stand the way he looks at that Chang girl all the time, although he hasn't been doing that lately. I guess that's because her friend ratted us out to Umbridge, the bloody bint. Anyway, back to the Ministry. So we all go charging off to the rescue. After quite the battle between us six and the Death Eaters Tom sent after us in the hopes of stealing the prophecy which Harry did manage to retrieve from the Hall of Prophecy, we all end up, most of us injured in some respect, me with a bloody twisted ankle of all things, we're all in a room with this weird arch thing. Harry and Luna swore they could hear voices coming from it but none of the rest of us could hear it. Well while we're all looking at the weird arch thing, the Death Eaters manage to make it into the room where they separate us all from Harry, threatening to kill us if he doesn't hand over the prophecy.
This is where things got weird Kat. Harry actually handed the prophecy over to the head Death Eater, who was none other than Lord Lucius Malfoy himself. I've known he was a Death Eater ever since my first year seeing as he's the one that gave me Tom's diary in Flourish and Blott's and that's not the weird part. I don't know how to explain it really but for some reason I wanted Harry to give him the prophecy.
Shortly after Harry handed the prophecy over, the Order of the Phoenix showed up and once again we were in the middle of a battle in the Department of Mysteries. Everything was just total chaos. I don't really remember much of what actually happened after the Order showed up other than I somehow found myself standing there with Lord Malfoy cornered and wandless. Kat, I don't know why I did what I did next and if anyone found out it was me…Kat I let him go. The battle was still raging on and… With the Order there it was only a matter of time before the Aurors showed up and I…I couldn't stand the thought of him behind bars in Azkaban with the Dementors. Kat I don't know why but I told him to hit me and run. It took me a few tries to get it through to him but eventually he did as I told him. He hit me hard across the face, knocking me down hard enough that I hit my head and blacked out. When I came to, the other Death Eaters that had been with him, well except Bellatrix Lestrange, were all captured by the Order and he was gone.
It was so strange Kat. I had him. I had Lord Malfoy, Tom's right hand man and I let him go. I willingly let him go. And before you ask, no I wasn't under Imperius or anything like that. Something inside of me just told me to let him go. The strangest thing though was this overwhelming urge to kiss him. I know, you probably think that's the grossest thing you've ever heard. Me who am not even fifteen yet want to kiss not the Golden Boy Harry Potter but Lord Lucius Malfoy, a man who tried to kill me three years ago and is at least what…in his mid-forties or so. Gods if anyone found out about what I did in the Ministry or that my desires are not leaning to where they think they should be, I'll be doomed.
Damn, I gotta go if I want to send this before we leave for Hogsmeade and the Express home. Hope to hear from you soon.
Love,
Gin.