Blissfully Ignorant Chapter 2, The Truth?

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Daily prophet

The Ministry has made no more attempts at discovering the Death Eaters involved in killing young Annabella Fogos. The victim that was mercilessly slaughtered at the hands of the evil fear inducing men better known as Death Eaters.

Attacks are still taking place around the country at this very moment, some harmless, most fatal. The…

Suddenly, Ginny stopped reading as she heard her husband stumbling down the stairs. "'Morning." Draco mumbled as he yawned, kneaded his eyes with his fists and sat down next to her. He looked up, his eyes finally focused and he sighed "Why do you even bother reading the Prophet? It only upsets you."

Ginny ignored him "Have you read this?! The Ministry still haven't found the Death Eaters who killed poor Anna, can you believe it? I don't care If I work for them, I'm not happy with this! Anna's parents deserve some justice, or closure at least. Tomorrow I'm checking in on the Magical Law Enforcement Department to see if they really are doing all in their power to solve this crime."

"Yes, I have read that. Yes I can believe that the Ministry haven't found the Death Eaters because they are all incompetent whilst the Death Eaters are cunning, I should know; I lived with one for sixteen years. And you need to calm down, you're overreacting because you knew the girl, what's done is done and finding the men who committed this won't bring Annabella back, do you understand me?"

Ginny put the newspaper back on the table, walked over to where Draco was sitting and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck, she nodded. "I know that, but I just hate the idea of those horrible people getting away with this. I'm scared too Draco, I don't want to raise our son in this unsafe world. I hate it, fearing every day that it may be our family that gets attacked next. That it may be our son that's in the newspaper just like Anna, I hate not knowing whether I'll still have my family next week." Draco pulled her onto his lap, her head still hidden in his neck.

"You need to stop these silly fears, it won't be our family that's attacked next and it won't be our son that's in the newspaper, because nothing bad is going to happen to you or Scorpius and I can promise you that and when have I ever broken a promise?" he smiled at the memory.

"Don't make promises you can't keep. You are only one man, there's only so much you could do should the Death Eaters attack us next." Ginny worried.

Draco sighed deeply "The Death Eaters will not attack us Ginny!"

Ginny pulled her head up and glared at him "You can't know that!"

"You're right I can't." Draco agreed reluctantly "But I promise that I will do everything in my power to keep you and Scorpius safe and happy, do you understand me? Everything in my power." he repeated and she nodded, seeming slightly satisfied.

"I have to go; I told your mother I'd pick Scor up at ten." Draco nodded and she slid from his lap. She waved goodbye as she left the house.

Draco folded his arms on the table and rested his head on them, sighing.

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"Sorry I'm a little late Narcissa." Ginny apologized.

"I don't mind at all Gin, I got to spend more time with my favourite Grandson." Narcissa cooed as she tickled the four year old who sat contently on her hip.

"Mummy!" Scorpius cried and reached out his arms for her, still laughing.

Ginny smiled warmly at him before taking him in her arms.

"Won't you stay for some tea?" Narcissa almost pleaded.

"I'd love to Narcissa, I really would; but Draco's off on a business meeting and I really want Scor to be there to see him off, he isn't returning till late tonight."

"Oh, ok." Narcissa sagged in disappointment "That's ok, I understand. Come visit again soon?" she asked brightening slightly.

"Of course. Bye."

"Bye Grandma!" Scorpius yelled as Ginny walked down the stone steps leading to the door.

"Bye dear!" Narcissa called, watching as her daughter-in-law walked out of the grounds, before closing the doors.

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"Right! So you have your action man, though I can't see what's so a appealing about that Muggle toy, you have your juice cup, you have your blanket and you have the TV, now mummy's going to do some well needed cleaning but I'll not be far, shout if you need me." Ginny settled her son on the sofa, kissed his soft little cheek and left the room, wand at the ready.

Ginny got three steps up the stairs before "MUMMY!!!" Ginny hopped down the stairs and ran into the living room, dreading what she my see, maybe she was being silly but her worries from that morning still hadn't left her.

Ginny pulled open the wooden door swiftly, scanning the room for potential danger before letting her eyes rest on her son curled up under his blanket. "What is it?" she asked panting slightly.

Scorpius cocked his head and reached his arms out to her "Hug."

Ginny let out a relieved sigh and chuckled softly as she gave the boy his wish.

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Half an hour later Ginny still had much too much to be done, wasn't simple things like housework supposed to be done quickly with the aid of magic?

Ginny huffed as her wand let out puff of smoke instead of suctioning up the fluff and dust from the wooden floorboards of her and Draco's bedroom. She tried again, threatening to grate the wand if it didn't cooperate. It worked perfectly. Ginny hummed happily as she ran her wand along the floor. The sound of her own voice and the soft buzz of the TV downstairs were the only noises she heard and that way when the sound of fluttering paper sounded Ginny stopped her wand in shock, looking around her to find the source. Failing to find anything that could have caused it, she was forced to assume that the sound had come from below the floorboards.

Ginny cast the suction charm again on the floor and heard the same sound. Ginny's childhood curiosity resurfaced and she couldn't keep from, with the aid of magic, pulling up the floorboard and peering inside, coughing and sneezing from the years of dust and grim that had settled there.

Ginny reached a hand through the rectangular, pitch black space, feeling around for a bit she pulled up half a dozen pieces of dusty paper.

Ginny's eyebrows knotted together in confusing as she laid the papers on the floor, side by side.

She identified three of them as newspaper cuttings and the other three as letters. Ginny picked up the first newspaper cutting and began to read…

Daily Prophet, 12th November 1998

After the Battle of Hogwarts, may 2nd 1998, people believed life would be better; that the deaths would stop and the future would be a happy, peaceful place for their children to grow up in, but it seems this is not the case. It also seemed our hero Harry Potter, died in vain.

Everyone is aware of the Death Eaters, people believed most of them to be killed or captured during the war, but apparently not, last night a raid in a town, where both muggles and Wizards dwell, took place. The Death Eaters arrived at 2:00am. Twelve people were killed and many more were injured. The Ministry fear this isn't a one time thing, are sources tell us that the Ministry are expecting many more in the coming months. The Death Eaters were left without a master, a leader and now they are working without someone in command. Is this really much better than Voldemort? Fear is still in the air, life still isn't happy, property is still being damaged and people are still dying.

Anyone with information on the identification of any wizards or witches partaking in Death Eater activities are asked to report the information to a Ministry official as soon as possible, your information could save life's…

The cutting ended. Ginny remembered this particular newspaper, it was the first report that Death Eater's were still attacking, even without Lord Voldemort. But why was this cutting hiding under her floor boards? Might it have been there from a pervious owner? No, that's not possible. Ginny and Draco were the first owners; the house had been newly built when they'd moved in four years ago.

Ginny started to read a letter…

Dear Draco Malfoy

My name is Zeline Zathorna. I was witness to the attack near my home last week and I know you were there. I don't know whether or not you've read the November 12th edition of the Daily Prophet but they are urging people to come forwards if there know the identity of any of the Death Eaters, you see the problem here?

I do not wish to expose you as what you are but I will if I have to. If I receive information that you have partaken in any more attacks or raid, I will turn you in.

Yours sincerely

Zeline Zathorna

Ginny gulped and reread Zeline Zathorna's letter, this woman was accusing her husband of…of being a… a Death Eater! Ginny pursed her lips and glared at the piece of crinkled paper as though it was the accusing woman herself. She slammed her paper back on to the floor and scowled at it, before picking up the next piece of paper, a newspaper cutting…

Daily Prophet, 20th November 2001

Another in a series of gruesome deaths took place last night; young mother of two Zeline Zathorna was brutally murdered at the home near London. The Ministry have concluded that the death was most definitely the affect of a Death Eater attack.

At 5:00am yesterday morning it is suspected that four Death Eaters broke into Zeline's home, they used a number of dark curses to torture the poor woman before ending her life with the Killing Curse. Of course it's common knowledge that the Killing Curse leaves no trail or clues or any marks at all but studies show that it would be the most likely reason of death.

Zeline Zathorna's two children aged two and five were left traumatized but unharmed after the attack which leads experts to believe that the Death Eaters had killed her for reasons unknown.

The ministry has asked us to say that on their behalf; they are doing everything in their power to end these killing sprees and…

It ended there, Ginny let out a shocked gasp at what lay before her eyes and watched as jigsaw pieces of clues snapped themselves together in her head. Zeline Zathorna had threatened Draco and now she was dead. Coincidence? It must me! Ginny refused to admit that her husband, the love of her live, was part of some sinister group obsessed with pure blood. But then why had the Death Eaters left Zeline's children alive? It was almost as if they had a personal grudge against her. Ginny shook her head, no! a coincidence, that's all it was.

She carried on reading…

Daily prophet, August 30th 2000

Another Death Eater attack yesterday dinner time has left the village of Hogsmeade in fear once more. It's reported that a group of fifteen at least apparited into Hogsmeade at around twelve o'clock. Innocent civilians, at this time, were going about their business before the group appeared and the people scattered, running in fear from the havoc reeking cloaked, masked men and woman.

One wizard, Philius Walbila told us of his ordeal, "It was my girlfriend's birthday and I was taking her to a restaurant, planning to propose to her. But now… (The man broke down in tears)…now I-I'll never see her again. The love of my life is dead and it was the Death Eaters who stole her from me!"

The owner of Hogs Head public house explains what it felt like to see the Death Eaters arrive "Business was booming, people swarmed the Hogs Head with The Three Broomsticks being unable to open. But then the Death Eaters arrived, the 'crack' of them appariting echoed 'round the whole o' Hogsmeade, I'm sure of it. Well o' course people ran for it didn't they? Lost a whole lot o' money that day. These Death Eaters are ruining my business, when there isn't an attack happening, every one's too scared or glum to want to go to a pub. The ministry had better get them under control"

And of course we have news of what the Ministry has to say about this; apparently they are no further forward in stopping these raids and attacks. Pius Thickness may very well lose his position as Minster for Magic if he doesn't do something about the nightmare that is the Death Eaters.

No one was killed this time, twenty eight are currently receiving medical attention at ST. Mungo's, five of which are in intensive care and will most likely never return to full health. People are demanding the Ministry Of Magic do something about…

And the cutting ended abruptly. Well nothing strange about that, right? Just the average article during those days. But wait, Ginny back-tracked, reading the date. 30th August 2000, Scorpius' first birthday, the birthday Draco had been unable to attend due to a business meeting. 'A real business meeting? Or a Death Eater attack? NO! I will not believe it, I can't! It can't be true, it just can't. Wait, wasn't Draco at a business meeting today?' Ginny asked herself 'What if… what if he wasn't really at a business meeting at all? Why did he even attend these meetings so often? It's not like he really cares about the business and they hardly need him. He doesn't do anything just sits back and makes millions.'

Ginny carried on reading, still refusing to give up hope that maybe it wasn't true…

Dear Draco Lucius Malfoy

I'm writing again in hopes that you have changed your mind. The others have given up on trying to persuade you, but they don't understand as I do. You, my Friend, are in too deep and I fear you may not be able to get out of the hole you have dug yourself, but you must!

Think of your Family Draco, your beautiful wife and newborn son, think of their futures; their life's are in danger just as much as yours is. Join us and we can offer you the protection you need and power those pawns have not dreamt of.

I have an army of my kind ready to fight against the Death Eaters, they will destroy them, when it is time. You must not be part of the fear eaters when we let our army lose, they will not think twice about killing you old friend. I am taking a huge risk by simply writing to you, the others have forbidden it but I couldn't give up hope that you may have changed your mind.

This is my final letter to you, I will take no more risks; I must think of my future now Draco, I have made my enemies through the years, as you well know, if I get banished I have no where to go, I would last day at most without the protection of my family. Do not let me writing to you, disobeying my family, be in vain. Drop the act and join us dear friend, before it is late. If you have had a change of heart write back to me and I will plan the necessary arrangements. I prey you see sense, for your family's sake I really do.

Yours faithfully

William

Ginny's resolve was slowly breaking, how much more of this could she take before she admitted to herself that all the evidence pointed towards her husband being the thing she hated the most?

Ginny's eyes started to fill as she picked up the final piece of paper…

Dear son

I'm terribly pleased to hear that you have indeed followed in my foot steps. It was always your destiny, but I must say; I had my doubts. I was sometimes worried that you would go the other way, the way of the light. But now I know you've chosen correctly I'd like you to know that I, as your father, am terribly proud of you my boy.

I hope that you will do everything in your power to keep the Malfoy name a proud, respected one. I want you to follow orders to the best of your ability and remain loyal to your true master Draco.

Once again, well done and thank you my son.

Your father,

Lucius Malfoy

Ginny let out a broken sigh and the tears came tumbling, how could she still deny it? She couldn't it wasn't even subtle clues, it was full blown confessions.

The room spun as the she felt the walls close in around her. She held her aching head in her hands before toppling to the floor, laying there crying into her arms. The words from the letters and the cuttings resounded in her head, which mixed with the throbbing pain and the incessant shouting of "Mummy!"

Ginny groaned and pulled herself into a sitting position. She sobbed once more before wiping away the tears and putting on a brave face. "I'm coming honey!"

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It was six o'clock and Ginny had just settled her son into his bed, after kissing his forehead gently she left his blue bedroom.

Silently, she walked down the stairs, her head bent in defeat. She slumped down on to the sofa. She wasn't exactly sure how she felt at that moment; so many emotions were crippling her body that she found it hard to identify them. Hurt and anger were prominent, betrayal most definitely. But the rest were near a mystery to the poor woman. She guessed the part of her that loved her husband unconditionally was worried for his safety, just as that William person had been, but the part of her that felt anger and bitterness almost wanted him to suffer for his lies.

Ginny looked at the clock and wondered once more where her husband was and exactly what he was doing. Maybe she'd have to find out, kind of like detective work. But could she keep her feelings under control until the time came for her to reveal them?