DRACONEM VINCERE

By: Ginia Malfoy

This is a post Hogwarts fic. Ginny Weasley lives a small life, but didn't always. In her last connection to the wizarding world, she's written a book about the turning point of her life, and it's flying off the shelves. You get to read her book and see the changes it makes in her life. Be on the lookout for daring adventures, mysterious happenings, budding romances, cruel betrayal, hope, despair, and much much more. G/D, some H/Hr

I don't own Harry Potter...I'm only borrowing him and a few of his friends. I promise to put them back when I'm finished.

Prologue

I think I was four when Percy first told me to vent my frustrations through writing. At that age, of course, my writing was elementary at best, but it was amazing how much better scribbling "Fred meen" made me feel. Growing up with six older brothers, writing became my way of life. Writing helped me cope every time Bill or Charlie had to leave after a visit. Writing made me calm down after one of Fred and George's pranks so I wouldn't blow them up, whether accidentally by my untapped magical powers, or on purpose with some of the materials I would come across in their own rooms. Every time my mother was cross with me, or Ron was a git, or daddy didn't get promoted, writing was there for me. By the time I got my Hogwarts letter, I had filled up nearly twenty journals with the hopes and fears of my entire childhood.

My acceptance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry changed my writing habits forever. The terror of my first year caused by Tom Riddle's diary made me put down my quill for what I thought would be forever. My Hogwarts years were by far the years I needed a journal the most, but I was terrified to write my feelings at all. I'm embarrassed to admit that this fear carried into my early twenties. It was at the age of twenty-four that the events of five years ago, events which outstripped the terror of my first year at Hogwarts, finally crashed down upon me, and I found myself one night sobbing, scribbling furiously the beginnings of a story on any scrap of paper I could find. It all started just to make the terrible pain I had felt for far too long subside.

Of course, I didn't finish it all in one night, it is far too complicated, but over the following year, whenever I felt weak or depressed, I gradually added all the events and details of the tale. When I was finally finished, I at last had a sense of closure. I never dreamed that one day I would actually wish to publish the rather remarkable story, but as Vergil says, "Restore your gloomy soul, dismiss your fear, perhaps at some time you will even be glad to have remembered these things."

I suppose it was Percy who got me to this stage as well, although this time it wasn't his advice, but his nosiness that brought him to read my story, going so far as to break the locking charms guarding it. When I finally spoke to him again, he persuaded me to publish my story, saying it was a human interest and historical piece that the world shouldn't continue without hearing. I wouldn't go that far in describing it. However, the events described are most certainly interesting, and do expose the facts through my experience on events that many people wish to know. I have gotten the encouragement from everyone involved in this epic to continue. It has been left to me to leave for posterity the tale of my life and the wizarding world five years ago.

Ginevra Arctura Weasley