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A/N: Okay, I just thought of this story and I had to write it. :-D Okay, this will be about Ginny being raised by the Malfoys. This chapter is rather short- the rest will be longer, I promise. Updates will be once a week or more, and a lot more if I get lots of reviews. And don't worry, I will still be updating my other story just as frequently. The first few chapter will be Ginny as a baby or as a little girl, but by Chapter 4 or so she'll be at Hogwarts! Thanks for reading, and make sure you review!
Jinglez
Chapter 1:
"Bella…" said Narcissa meekly. "How can you expect-? I mean, it would be kidnapping! And a Weasley? Lucius certainly won't be happy." Bellatrix, Narcissa's younger but dominating sister, sighed loudly and drummed her fingers against a table in the foyer of the Malfoy Manor. It was a stormy evening, and Bellatrix had come on her master's orders. The Malfoys were to kidnap the youngest Weasley- the eighth or ninth one, Bellatrix assumed. It was the first girl born in the family in generations, and evidently had some type of power which could help against Him. Voldemort. Bellatrix shuddered thinking about it.
"Listen, Narcissa," said Bellatrix to her older sister, vaguely wondering if puppy eyes would do any help in the situation. "The Dark Lord wishes her to be on our side, for some unbeknownst reason. Or maybe just not on their side. It's a big enough threat, apparently, for Him to say something about it, and demand action. He doesn't want it dead… but he will kill it, along with the rest of the family, if no one will take it. He would've asked Lucius himself, of course, but I happened to be at our main Headquarters… and I decided to talk to you." Again, Narcissa sighed. Narcissa was older than Bellatrix by four years, and had always assisted in care of her or playtime. But Narcissa was never Bella's favorite. No, that was Andromeda, who was older by nine years. But Andromeda was a Gryffindor, which was a horrible disgrace to the Black family. The Blacks had been one of the most prominent families in society, for a very long time, but, to tell the truth, Bellatrix was rather glad to be a Lestrange now- all that was left of the Blacks were her useless cousins, Regulus, still a schoolboy, and Sirius, a disgusting blood-traitor.
"Nar… listen!" pleaded Bellatrix. She knew why Narcissa was wary of this predicament, and it was a good reason. Bellatrix pitied her sister for it. "I know how awful the stillborn child was for all of you, but listen to me. The newspapers haven't been alerted yet. It was just two weeks ago. Say the baby was late, and raise this one as your own. So she'll have red hair- who cares? We'll make up something about the genes being recessive. This could be the baby you always hoped for! A little girl of your own. And she won't be a replacement of Irina. We'll always remember her, too." Narcissa's blue eyes began to look halfway convinced. "And I know that you don't like Arthur or Molly much… but after the Prewett brothers were just murdered for our cause- don't you feel a bit sorry for them? We were sort of friends with Molly as children- Andromeda was, rather. But still." Narcissa nodded slowly.
"I see what you mean, Bella. You're right. Has the Dark Lord already informed Lucius? I want to raise the girl." Bellatrix smiled a true smile.
"Good, Narcissa. I knew you'd have the heart to do it! And it'd be nice for Draco, to have a baby sister to be overprotective of and dote on, and fight with. I'm so glad I had sisters… a sister." Bellatrix smiled sadly at Narcissa, who nodded.
"It was horrible losing Andromeda to Dumbledore's side."
"Ugh. Don't even say his name, the worthless old lunatic-" Narcissa laughed.
"Right you are, Bella. But she is family, I suppose. She wrote last week- did you get a letter as well?" Bellatrix nodded, smiling.
"Yeah. Her little girl, Nymphadora- she'll be starting Hogwarts this year. She's a cute child, really. Takes after the Blacks. I can't believe she was a Metamorphmagus! Such a rare gift; pity she isn't on our side." Narcissa nodded slowly.
"If only Andy went through with her betrothal to Lucas Avery. But oh, well. It is her life, after all…"
"Yeah," said Bellatrix. Suddenly they were interrupted by a House Elf running into the foyer, curtsying hurriedly.
"Mistress Malfoy- Excuse Nixie, please, Ma'am… Master Draco is yelling for his Mummy. The house elves is not able to calm him, Madam Malfoy. I am sorry- we is trying our very best! But Master Draco is sick, and continues to call for Mistress." The House elf looked up fearfully. "I is doing my best to—"
"Hush, Nixie," said Narcissa imperiously. "I shall tend to Draco momentarily- I must say my good-byes to my sister, Madam Lestrange."
"Of course, Miss- I is not meaning to impose on-"
"You are excused, Nixie." The house elf then curtsied clumsily and disappeared with a quiet crack. Narcissa looked at Bellatrix, sighing, but with a worried expression.
"I'd better go, Bella. Draco is sick, poor dear. He needs me. And I had better tell him about his new sister…" Bellatrix grinned.
"Okay, Narcissa. Give Draco my love- he is such a darling child. I'll be by here once we collect the baby tomorrow, and tell Draco that Auntie Bella will have some presents for her favorite nephew."
"I will, Bella," said Narcissa, embracing her sister. "Good-bye, then. Good luck!"
"Bye, Narcissa," waved Bellatrix as she stepped through the door, which a House Elf was holding open. Narcissa watched her sister leave for a moment before turning back to the foyer. She hoped Lucius would be all right with the idea, which, to tell the truth, she was quite thrilled with. Narcissa had always dreamed of a daughter. She sighed happily before remembering Draco. He had just turned one, and was quite the adorable baby, but the poor dear had a cold, and had been most upset that his Mummy hadn't been able to tend to him- she had been recovering from the birth of her baby, who was premature and a stillborn.
Narcissa hurried upstairs, passing several House Elves and cringing. She had never had a liking for the creatures- they were foul little things. But they were useful and she'd been around them all her life. She'd never abused one, as Lucius did almost daily, but she had never been at all friendly. Suddenly, something occurred to her as she entered Draco's nursery. The new baby would need a room and a nursery and clothes… tomorrow!
"JOLIE!" she called to a young House Elf. A pop sounded immediately.
"You called, Mistress?"
"Yes. Go to Diagon Alley and- oh, dear. Go to Madame Malkin's and ask her to make about twelve baby girl dresses, for a newborn- all different colors and styles, to be put on the Malfoy account. Have them delivered tonight- we'll pay for the delivery. The go to the furniture store and order a crib, bassinette, a changing table- everything Draco has, except in light pinks and blues rather than navy and green- but I suppose silver will still do. Tell them I'm in labor. That is all."
"Yes, Mistress," said Jolie, disapparating. Narcissa sighed. They had a room for the nursery and bedroom, of course- but the baby wasn't supposed to be here for over a month. Draco and the baby would share a nursery/playroom, but as there would be two children, more things were needed, as was a bigger room, which Draco's things would be moved to. The to-be-nursery was already painted, in a very light green, with some Slytherin décor.
"Dobby!"
Another pop resided through the room. "Mistress?" asked their most troubling elf, bowing slightly.
"Get all the elves here to begin moving Draco's furniture and toys into the new nursery, as well as everything we have for the new baby, as it comes in." Dobby nodded and popped out of the nursery, and Narcissa walked over to Draco's crib.
As soon as Draco saw his mother, he began calling out to her. "Mum! Mummy- Mummy!" Draco knew a good amount of words already, but he didn't like to talk much. Draco reached up his arms, smiling widely at his mother.
"What do you want, Drakie?" Draco whimpered.
"Bup! Bup, Mummy!" That was Draco's word for 'up'. Narcissa smiled and lifted him from his cradle, soothing him.
"How about a walk outside, Draco, dearest?" Draco cooed happily, and Narcissa carried him outside and into the courtyard, where she sat down on a comfortable bench, sitting Draco on the ground to crawl about the garden, reaching for butterflies and picking up little insects.
"You're such a boy," said Narcissa affectionately as her son picked up a caterpillar curiously. "You know, Draco, you have a new sister coming tonight. Can you say sissy?" Draco didn't even look up. Narcissa sighed and decided to just relax in the sun.
Lucius came home around midnight, well after Draco had gone to bed. Narcissa was in her night clothes, reading for a few minutes in the parlor. She looked up as her husband entered, humming loudly. "Hello, Lucius, dear," she said mechanically. "How was your day?" Lucius stooped down and kissed Narcissa on the cheek.
"The usual. After work at the Ministry I dropped by to see if the Dark Lord needed anything. Did Bella tell you about the Weasley?" Lucius seemed happy, so Narcissa beamed.
"Yes, she did, and I think it's a wonderful idea. Always wanted a girl. But I wonder why-?"
"The Dark Lord has his reasons, dear," said Lucius knowingly. Have the House elves been working? I told everyone you've gone into labor. We'll have to conceal the girl's hair; make her strawberry-blonde, at least for a year. Then it can go back to its original state. But I'd say we should change her eyes permanently." Narcissa nodded in agreement. "Since Draco has my eyes already- what do you say we give her yours?"
"Ooh, that would be lovely!" exclaimed Narcissa. "A redhead with dark blue eyes- and of course, she'll be a Slytherin. And she'll be her Daddy's little girl." Lucius nodded.
"We'll forget she ever was a Weasley. But only Bellatrix, the Dark Lord, you and I will know the truth. Bella and I are his most trusted servants. I suppose Crouch might be told as well… but that's all."
"Good," said Narcissa approvingly. Indeed, it would be some mess to get out of if anyone ever accused them of kidnapping.
"Anyway," drawled Lucius. "How was your day? Nice visit with your sister?"
"Quite," said Narcissa. "And did I tell you that the half-blood of my sister's is a Metamorphmagus?"
"Indeed?" asked Lucius slowly. "That will be quite nice to know… So is our son feeling any better?"
"A bit," admitted Narcissa. "The darling learned a new word today."
"Oh?"
"Yes- butterfly. We were out in the courtyard. It was adorable!" Lucius smiled.
"How sweet. He's learning very quickly, no? The boy will be top of his class- Quidditch star- Head Boy… I can see it now. And then he'll take over as the Dark Lord's second in command. Maybe even an Heir. Or- maybe if we're lucky, our new daughter will be married to Him." Narcissa was horrified for a moment.
"You don't think- won't she be a bit young?"
"We'll see," said Lucius. "Actually, you're right. I don't think he wants an heir, though, so we don't need to worry at all."
"Good," said Narcissa, relieved. "Oh- what's the baby's name? Our daughter…"
"I think they named her Ginevra- but you can name her whatever you'd like."
"I love that name," sighed Narcissa. "Can we keep her name, but allow her to go by her middle name in front of other people? And you can pick her middle name?"
"All right," laughed Lucius. "It can be… Erin. After my sister." Narcissa sighed happily. Lucius was so sensitive when he wanted to be. Erin was the name of his sister who'd drowned when she was only five. Narcissa loved Lucius, and Lucius loved her, even though they'd had an arranged marriage. They'd been attracted to each other anyway, and had dated in Hogwarts. But Lucius was a few years ahead of Narcissa. He'd been nice and had waited for her to finish school before they married. Narcissa was glad he respected her.
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Jinglez