Title: Porcelain Doll
Author: Amanda Mancini (thefreakygeek@hotmail.com)
Rating: R sex and violence, not rated NC-17 for the fact
that it's not smut, and this plot is going somewhere.
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: DM/GW/Riddle- Innocent Ginny reaches out to the
one person who ever needed her. Wicked Draco Malfoy is caught
up in the action without any regrets. He's seen death, torture,
but only the loss of her innocence can move him to do what is
right.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K.
Rowling, the plot is all original.
Author's Note: Thank you for the support
of DracoGinnyFanfic
(http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dracoginnyfanfic).
I know what you need,
This will really work:
In ancient times, if you were sick
They'd make you bleed.
Oh honey, I know it hurts.
... "Signs of the Zodiac" Rasputina
(Timeline:Early December 1996)
"Draco, you are coming to Hogsmeade, aren't you?"
Oh no, it had started again, that irritating wail that goes off wheneevr she doesn't get what she wants. There is a reason that Pansy Parkinson gets everything her heart desires, and quite frankly, that was it. They were good friends Draco and Pansy, though for some reason people thought otherwise. It was just times like these where he was thankful he had an excuse not to be with her.
"I've too much work to do, Pansy. You know, prefect things." Draco added, hoping she would ask questions. Instead, she pouted. He quickly looked around in panic for someone to save him.
"Don't be such a priss!" She was beginning the same old routine. "You always act so high and mighty just because you're a prefect! What makes you think you're so high and mighty just because you're a prefect?
"Pansy, Draco can't help it if he was chosen to be a prefect." The sound of his friend's gruffy voice made itself heard. It was times like these that Draco knew the real reason he kept Vincent Crabbe around. "Draco's representing Slytherin in school affairs, Pansy. You have to let him do his job or you'll be disgracing our house." He glared at her, and she stomped away muttering something about unibrows.
"Thanks Vince," Draco grinned. "I owe you one. That was close."
"No problem. So you're not going tomorrow?"
"Can't," answered Draco truthfully. "I'm busy."
Vince just shrugged "Whatever" and made his way to the dorm room to tuck in for the night. Good ol' Vince, he would have been a Hufflepuff if he hadn't hated the other houses so much. He and Greg weren't as stupid as people thought they were. Not much for conversation, but they were still good company.
Draco decided to retire to his room as well, since he wanted some time alone before he... had to leave. And people were beginning to flood the common room. At 11:00, most of the Slytherins where on their way to bed but stopped to to talk with each other in the common room. Large crowds bothered Draco, and at the moment he wasn't feeling very sociable either. With a silent stealth that only a Malfoy could posess, he glided to his bedroom without anyone noticing.
He needed to be alone.
He had to get his thoughts together.
He was beginning to feel that flutter of panic in his stomach again.
He always did before he met Voldemort.
Draco sat upon his bed and closed his eyes. His bed in his bedroom. All prefects had their own bedrooms, at least, in Slytherin they did. He tried to take a few deep breaths to calm himself, but a sudden knock at the entrance stopped him. Startled, Draco went to answer.
They know that I am not to be disturbed when I am in my room, he thought angrilly, ready to pummel a hole through the head of whoever was on the other side of that door. When he opened it, however, he was both shocked and annoyed to see there was no one there. He stepped out into the hall and still didn't see anyone, all he heard was the general noise from the common room.
"Bloody idiots," he mumbled to himself as he went back into his room and locked the door behind him. He leaned back against it for a moment before putting on some fresh, black robes, different from his school robes, and combed his hair.
It was almost time...
At exactly 11:40, as had been expected, Draco felt a small but prominent burning sensation in his left arm. That was the signal. Draco rolled up his sleeve and tapped his wand against the mark there.
"Morsmordre," he whispered, his bedroom immediately melting away. He blinked, and before he knew what had happened, he'd rematerialised somewhere else.
That somewhere else was the Stronghold of Voldemort, formerly known as the Prison of Azkaban. The Dementors had turned on the Ministry the year before and had delivered the prison to their master. All of the prisoners had been released as well and were now followers of the Dark Side. They served Voldemort in exchange for their freedom, whether they were sane or not...
Draco wheeled around and looked about nervously, uneasily adjusting his robes. Perhaps it had just been his imagination... but.. he could have sworn that he'd felt an odd weight on him... like... like somebody had been pulling on his clothes.
No matter, it was gone now. It had probably just been in his head anyways. And there were more important things to attend to. Without a second thought, he made his way throught he winding halls with familiarity until he reached a spiraling staircase, pulled his hood over his head, and began his way up. They went up one level to a large hall where other hooded figures had gathered around a broad, silver throne.
And in that throne, sat Voldemort. Draco gave an involuntary shudder as the Dark Lord's slitted eyes settled on him. Draco bowed faithfully and moved to stand alongside the other Death Eaters. More of them continued to enter the hall after him until about forty or so had collected around their Lord. In turn, Voldemort's eyes burned into each and every one of them. The heavy doors slammed shut as the last Death Eater entered. Normally, the meeting would have started at that moment but for some reason, the Dark Lord just continued to look at them solemnly.
Something was wrong. The Dark Lord waved his wand in the air and muttered something. A loud click was heard and a gray, shimmering barrier appeared in front of the exits. Draco felt the panic in his stomach rise again with the realisation that all the doors had been locked. They'd been caged! This was not their normal procedure.
The Dark Lord stood, and all fell to their knees before him. "I have sensed a foreign aura," he announced. "There is someone here who should not be." Suspicious whispers were exchanged amongst his followers.... Someone was posing as a Death Eater?
"Fools!" Voldemort bellowed, silencing everyone. "The intruder is hidden, but he is nearby! And he is not disguised as one of us.. I know. For I have placed my mark in each and every one of you in this room."
Silence.
"Remove your hoods! I wish to see your faces as I question you!" Quickly, they all did as he commanded and Draco could feel his heart pounding in his ears, beat by beat, in fear of what was to come. Voldemort began pointing his wand randomly at his followers, demanding what they knew about the intruder. They all threw themselves at his feet, claiming they knew nothing. He seemed to believe them as he continued on with each of his followers.
"And you, Little Malfoy," he beckoned. Draco felt his stomach jump in his throat. "What do you know?"
I am not a Malfoy. I don't want to be a Malfoy. Not now. I'll never be a Malfoy again -
"Nothing, my Lord."
"Crucio."
God, save me! Help me, someone, save me! Draco writhed in pain and agony on the floor.
"You cannot lie to me. You know something."
"No I-"
"Crucio."
Help me, help me! Gods! HELP ME!!!!!
"Tell me the truth boy! What did you notice out of the ordinary?"
Why me? Why? he didn't do this to the others...
The blood was pouinding in Draco's ears. "I.. I- " he thought back. "I just felt a bit odd when I materialised here."
"Heavy?" The Dark Lord suggested dangerously. "Like someone had been holding onto you?"
Draco looked up, eyes wide. How did he know?!
"FOOL!" Voldemort hollered at him. "YOU were one of the biggest risks in this operation because YOU must be taken out from under the crooked nose of bloody Dumbledore! You were aware of how secretive you had to be. You were aware that by materialising here, all those in physical contact with you at the time of materialisation would be brought here as well! You knew!"
Draco laid here in fear, sprawled on the floor with his master standing before him and surrounded by black figures murmuring angrilly with their hoods back up.
"CRUCIO!"
MAKE IT STOP! FATHER! PLEASE, FATHER -
Suddenly, it stopped. And all was quiet.
"Be thankful, boy, that this error is not a grave one."
What? Draco looked up, daring to wipe away the blood on his neck that had dribbled from his ears.
"I sensed a presence, but not one that can be considered a threat. Whoever they are, they will be surprised when they realise that in my fortress, there is no way out."
Deafening silence. How Draco wished that it would just stop.
"May this be a lesson to you, boy," Voldemort said with a malicious grin. "You are lucky this time. Do not let it happen again." The Dark Lord turned away from him and sat back down on his throne. He was done.
He was just playing with me. He knew I was nervous about something. He was just doing it for the kick of hurting me. Draco stood shakily and quickly pulled his hood on in one last attempt to save face.Voldemort pointed at a group of two at his left and sent them to persue the intruder.
"Bring him back alive."
Uh oh... Sounded like they'd all be recieving a.. er.. show at the end of the meeting. The subject then changed, for Voldemort had more important things to say. Draco felt releived as the Dark Lord ranted on about some plan to invade Diagon Alley... Blah blah blah... Draco didn't really bother to listen since he knew he wouldn't be taking part. No, see, he would be in Hogwarts recording the Headmaster's reaction. That was, and always would be his post for as long as he was at Hogwarts.
My ear is itchy....
The time passed. Draco tried to act attentive. That was all that mattered.
The Dark Lord had been in the middle of a threatening sentence when the heavy doors slammed open and the two Death Eaters re-entered the hall. The ones who'd been sent out to find the infiltrator. However, who they brought back even surprised Voldemort to silence. For no man walked behind them, nor had anyone been bound and dragged in.
The first came in standing straight and proud, his strides giving away their success. He was holding something odd in his hands... Draco couldn`t quite make out what it was except that it seemed to be kind of liquidy, flowy, and had a silver glimmer to it. The large one had a body slung over his shoulder. It was but a mere girl! ... with... bright orange hair?
He threw her mercilessly on the cold stone floor before his master. She gave a cry as she landed on her arm at a bad angle and a loud crack made itself heard.
Weasley?!
It was! The hair, the freckles, the shabby robes, the glassy brown eyes that always looked like they were about to burst into tears...
What the hell is she doing here?!
Ginny crouched on her knees and seemed to hesitate a moment before she rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving the floor. It was only when Voldemort stood from his throne and looked down at her with a scowl whens he looked up to meet his eyes, an action that even the Death Eaters never dared to do.
He eyed her for a moment . "And who would like the pleasure of killing her?" Ginny's eyes widened in shock and she gave a faint squeak.
Well, what had she expected to find?
"But- but Tom..." she stammered. "I- I-" She didn't finish, for the Dark Lord had immediately interrupted her.
"WHAT did you call me?"
Tom? Why did she call him that for? Tom... !! As in Tom Riddle? Impossibe!
"I told you I'd come, remember? In the diary..." Ginny sounded as though she was going to break at any moment, but the Dark Lord's eyes widened in what seemed to be... recognition."... I told you. I always wrote to you..."
He raised his hand to silence her and turned to face his followers. "Death Eaters, you are dismissed!" he hissed. "Out! All of you. Now!"
All of the hooded figures made haste and exited the room, and Draco with them. Trying to keep a proper poise, Draco walked out of the room hearing only the clack-clack of his shoes, unable to forget the look of pure hope on Weasley's face when the Dark Lord had dismissed them all. What was she so happy about? Didn't she know she was going to die? What did she think she was doing? And most of all, Draco wondered how Dumbledore and all of Hogwarts would react to her dissapearance.
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Author's Note: The next chapter is already written and is relatively short, but the good stuff only really comes in the chapter after that. So, part 4 of this fic should be up in approximately a week or two... Until then send me a line if you've any good ideas. I'm always open.
