yeah, soz that it took us so long to update, but umm... we weren't sure if we were gonna continue this or not lol.


The frozen scene came back to life. The Order and the Death Eaters stared at each other in puzzlement, neither breaking the silence after this rather unexpected revelation about their leaders.

"Well, that was interesting." Cornelius Fudge was the first one to break the silence, as he sat up and straightened his hat.

"What do we do now?" a lazy voice said that sounded as if it belonged to Lucius Malfoy.

"Um, I think we should just all take a break and try to comprehend what just happened. We can fight later…" Ron suggested looking kind of shaken by the sudden turn of events.

"That's a great idea!" Hermione smiled at her fiancé approvingly.

"Yeah, let's do that." The rest of the fighters agreed apparating or flooing out of Room of Requirements where the Final Battle was taking place.

Even though Lord Voldemort took off the freezing charm when he Disapparated with Harry, Ginny stood frozen in the same place as before when Draco Malfoy the Ferret approached her.

"Are you ok?" he asked guardedly, and Ginny slowly looked at him. In her mind there was something wrong with that situation, but she could not quite put her finger on it. And then she remembered; it was Draco Malfoy who asked the question.

"Are you ok?" she countered weakly.

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"Uh… you asked me if I was ok." Ginny said slowly as if she was explaining that two and two is equal to four to a five year old.

"Yeah." And then he got it, "Look, Potter is the Dark Lord's son, my father wore auburn dress robes and declared that electriricicity is a good thing. The whole world has gone crazy." Ginny blinked couple times before answering his words.

"What?" she looked over at the older Malfoy who was standing by a fireplace excitingly chatting with her father, "Right." She closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, "I will not ponder over metaphysical questions about what's going on. So how are you Malfoy?"

"I think that we are going to have to adjust a lot during the following months…" Malfoy mentioned as a 'by-the-way', putting an arm around Ginny's shoulders.

"I've always wanted a ferret." Ginny said with a smile, but before she could continue, they were interrupted by Hermione and Ron's rather loud argument.

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"And some things never change…" Ginny broke in. "Look, you two, we could always genetically test Hermione and Harry."

"Hermione and Harry?" the couple questioned with similar looks of miscomprehension on their faces.

"Whether Hermione is in any way related to the Prewetts or Weasleys, or Mrs. Weasley in general, and whether Harry really is Voldemort's son." Draco put in for Ginny, clearly following her idea.

"Now, let's go see the Dark Lord and Harry. Maybe they figured out the whole war thing." Ginny suggested, while Hermione and Ron were bickering about who would apparate first.

When they apparated to Voldiekink's World, as the Dark Lord's new home in Siberia was called, they saw lot of snow.

"Why is it in Siberia?" Ron inquired, quivering.

"It's a connection to his supposed cold personality." Draco answered. "But in reality, he enjoys Shakespeare by hearth fire. And going clubbing of course. If he really took over the world, he would turn it into one huge Pimp World."

"I am c-cold." Ginny said through clenched teeth, with her arms around her.

"I can think of few ways to warm you up." Draco said, coming closer to her with a seductive expression on his face.

"Guys! We need to find out whether Voldie and Harry figured out the whole war business yet." Hermione said in a business-like fashion, while Ginny and Draco looked disappointedly at each other.

"Fine," Draco said with a glare, and touched his Dark Mark to reveal a huge lime-green mansion with a big snake made of plaster on top of it.

"What can I say?" Draco shrugged slowly. "He is a big fun of Salazar Slytherin."

"But, lime green? Wasn't it supposed to be dark green?" Ron asked as they slowly approached the gate that was decorated with newts.

"Well, no. In his deep research, Voldie came across a parchment that stated that Sally's favorite colour was not dark green as everyone thought, but lime green. And so we had to repaint the mansion- the muggle way."

"Sally?" Ginny asked, and Draco held the door open for them.

"His nickname. Surprisingly, the muggle name 'Sally' comes from Salazar's nickname." Draco explained.

"Dark Lord?" the Death Eater yell out as they passed through a big hall that was, like the rest of the house, lime green.

"In here." Was the reply, and the quarto entered into a lime green study.

They could see a dark, mahogany desk and Voldemort sitting behind it. Harry was sitting in a chair across from him, and they were intently staring at each other.

"Um, what's going on?" Ginny asked slowly, not wanting to disrupt some dangerous magic that might have been going on.

"We are still on the issue of red eyes." Harry replied without looking away.

"And so we decided to have a staring contest." Voldie added. "Who loses will have to keep their prime eye colour."

"Ah, I see." The quarto said in union as they watched on.

"We tried to tickle each other, but neither would give in." Harry said after a while.

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"And a game of riddles," Harry continued much in the fashion of Fred and George.

"We are equally stubborn." Voldemort said. "He gets it from me."

And the wizarding world watched on as Voldemort and Harry dueled in a staring contest for the powerful red glare.