Die to Live
Chapter Three
By Mell8
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Ginny walked into Draco's private rooms and stopped short. Someone was crying! Ginny quickly rushed into the room and saw something that utterly shocked her. Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy, was crying on his bed in Blaise's arms. Ginny dropped the books she had brought with her to study and ran over to the bed.
"What's wrong Draco?" she whispered and rubbed him gently on the back. Ginny climbed onto the bed and sat down next to the crying boy.
"I can't do it Ginny," he sobbed and clutched at her like Ginny was his security blanket.
"Can't do what?" Ginny asked. Draco ignored her question on continued sobbing. Ginny looked up at Blaise for answers.
"I don't know either," Blaise said with a small shake of his head.
"If I don't do it he'll kill my mother!" Draco wailed piteously. Ginny's eyes widened and she slipped her arms around Draco's waist. Blaise cuddled the crying boy to his chest. They let Draco cry himself to sleep in their intertwined arms before falling asleep themselves.
When Ginny and Blaise woke up in the morning Draco was gone.
They never saw Draco cry again, but both Ginny and Blaise knew that there was something wrong with Draco. He looked ill and there were dark circles under his eyes. Plus, Draco's skin was gray from exhaustion. Whenever they would try to confront Draco about what was wrong, he would always brush them off.
It wasn't until the very end of the year that they figured out what Draco had been doing.
"Weasley!" Draco gasped with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing here? It isn't safe to come to a Death Eater's mansion."
Ginny smiled at Draco and shrugged. "Blaise invited me."
"But what if a Death Eater sees you here?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow. "Don't you care what your family would say?"
"Its better if someone sees me here," Ginny smirked. "It will help with our plan."
"What plan?" Draco asked quietly.
"Let me in and take me to Blaise and we'll explain everything." Ginny smiled slightly at the confused boy and pushed past him into the huge house.
"You're dating who?" Draco screamed. The owlry echoed with Draco's angry voice and Ginny quickly shhhhed him as his voice flew across the grounds. The last thing Ginny wanted was to be discovered alone with another boy right after she started dating the boy of her dreams.
"Harry Potter," Ginny whispered and stepped back as Draco glowered at her. "He kissed me after the Quidditch match," she added. "And Ron is okay with it," she said even more quietly as Draco's incensed look grew. "And I've liked him for so long," she finished in a barely audible voice. "Look Draco," Ginny started in a stronger voice, "it's not like you want to go out with me and you're not my brother so you shouldn't have a say in who I date. You're my best friend, Draco. I value your opinions but I think you're biased when it comes to Harry."
"Fine," Draco snarled in a dark voice that sent shivers down Ginny's spine. "Go out with Potter. Get yourself mixed up in his schemes to save the world from evil. Just don't come crying back to me when Potter chooses saving the world over a relationship with you."
"Harry would never-"
"Just wait Ginny," Draco hissed. "He will." Draco glared at a speechless Ginny before spinning and rushing out of the tower.
Ginny didn't have time to be amazed at the beautiful house as she followed Draco to where Blaise was waiting. The floo would be closing in fifteen minutes and they would need at least five minutes to convince/force Draco to agree to his own death. Draco opened the door to a spacious parlor and followed Ginny into the room. Blaise was the first thing she spotted and Ginny nodded quickly to him to say that everything was ready. Blaise nodded back and smiled.
"What's going on?" Draco snarled. "Why are you nodding at each other and what plan was Ginny hinting at?"
"Sit down Draco," Blaise said with a sigh. "We want to get you away from the Death Eaters and Voldemort without endangering your family and ourselves."
"You found a way to get me out of this!" Draco gasped and leaned forward eagerly.
"Well," Blaise shrugged, "actually our little cub did but I think it will work."
Blaise looked at Ginny and she smiled at him. "You see Draco," Ginny said quietly, "all you have to do is die."
"Draco was right!" Ginny wailed as she ran to Blaise and flung herself into his arms.
Blaise lifted a dark eyebrow and looked down at the redhead sobbing in his arms. "What was he right about little cub?"
"Draco said that Harry would leave me so he could save the world," Ginny said as her sobbing increased. "Harry just broke up with me. He said, 'Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. Think how much danger you'll be in of we keep this up,' and then he walked out of my life without looking back. I really love Harry but he can be so noble sometimes. I would have preferred to continue going out even if we had to keep it a secret. Instead Harry took the easy way out of our relationship and broke up with me," Ginny whispered, her tears falling faster now. "Why did Draco have to be right?"
Ginny looked around her at the bloody scene in satisfaction. Draco lay in the corner, his eyes sightless and the gaping hole in his neck dripping away his life into an already large puddle of warm red blood. It looked like Draco had put up a fight judging by the intense slices that marred his body. Blaise lay on his side, his eyes permanently wide in shock. The knife that killed him was still sticking out of his chest and a small river of blood was flowing down the handle to pool on the floor. His diary lay by his hand. It was open to the last written on, blood-spattered, page.
Dear Diary,
Today Draco and I are going to ask Ginevra Weasley if she will finally join the Death Eaters and bring another pure blood to Voldemort's noble cause. We have been working on her for months, trying to show her the glory and power of becoming a Death Eater. Draco has invited her over for tea when we will ask her if she will join the winning side as Draco already has and I am planning to. Ah! A house elf has just announced that Ginevra has started walking up the driveway so I shall put you away for now, diary, and I will be sure to write more once the decision is made.
Blaise Zabini
Ginny smiled coldly and bent to pick up the diary. She quickly picked up a quill and wrote another entree into the diary.
Zabini asked me his question and I suppose you could say I declined. I think he received the message, especially considering the fact that a knife in his chest accompanied my no. Sadly Malfoy was present at the time so I'm afraid he needed to receive my answer as well. He fought bravely but he finally succumbed to my rather violent answer. I know I should be appalled at my actions, but I believe that they deserved their deaths. After all, it was Malfoy's fault that Dumbledore was murdered. In repentance for my grave act I will remove myself from this world and join these two Death Eaters in the ever after. My own death should make up for the stain on my soul that I received for committing these murders. I have taken both Malfoy and Zabini to a safe place where their bodies can be buried in unmarked graves. Please do not bother to look for either the Death Eaters bodies or my body. You will never be able to find them.
Sincerely,
Ginevra Molly Weasley
Ginny smirked, set down the diary, and pulled out her wand. "Mobilicorpus," she called. Draco and Blaise rose into the air and Ginny directed them into the fireplace with her wand. She took a large handful of floo powder and in a few spinning seconds all three teenagers were gone.
III
Narcissa Malfoy walked into the parlor where her son was entertaining guests carrying a pot of strong tea and three teacups. A house elf carefully pushed open the door for his mistress and stood aside to allow her to pass through the doors unhindered. Narcissa promptly screamed, dropped the tea and ran from the room.
"Get Bella and Severus," she snapped at the frazzled looking elf. "Do not touch this room." Narcissa found a chair in the hallway and carefully sank into it in a dead faint.
Snape and Bellatrix arrived at exactly the same time, goaded by the house elf's pleading to come help his mistress. The sight that greeted them was a shock. Narcissa had artfully fainted across a chintz chair outside of a room so covered in blood and broken pieces of furniture that it was nearly unrecognizable as the Malfoy's second best parlor. While Bellatrix went to help her sister, Snape carefully navigated through the two huge puddles of blood and the smaller spatters around the puddles looking around for clues. When he found the diary he stopped short and began to read. His lip slowly curled in anger even as his face paled in surprise.
"Who dares to invade the Malfoy household and hurt Cissa?" Bellatrix snarled through the door. Narcissa was just starting to wake.
"It is no mystery Bellatrix," Snape answered. "Ginevra Weasley left her signature right here."
III
Safe, she was safe. Ginny looked around at the sparse muggle room she had rented and smiled. "Yes," she thought quietly, "this will do nicely." With a small serene smile on her face, Ginevra Weasley put a knife up to her throat and quickly pulled the knife across. Blood flew across the room and began to drip down the gaping hole in her neck. The blade dropped from her nerveless fingers and Ginny's body began to tip backwards. With the last of her effort Ginny forced herself to fall forward. The last thing she saw before her eyes blurred over was a large puddle of water rushing up to meet her. Ginny smiled, made sure that she held out her neck so the entire body part would get soaked and allowed her body to die.
III
Miles away a scream rang through Ottery St. Catchpole. A red headed man sprinted from his tinkering shed towards the scream as six other red heads, a brown haired girl, and a black haired boy ran in from the back yard they had just been de-gnoming. They all stopped short in from of a plump red headed lady sitting on the couch desperately clutching a small clock with far too many hands. All the hands were pointed towards home save one smaller hand with the picture of a small smiling red headed girl. This hand, the one that seemed most important to all of the people gathered in the room, was pointed at dead.
Arthur Weasley jumped up from staring at the clock with his mouth hanging open and looked wildly around the room. "Does anyone know where Ginny is supposed to be?" he whispered quietly. At the saddened blank looks from all of the family, except for the twins who were clutching at each other and hiding their faces from everyone else, Mr. Weasley gulped. "I'll go to the Ministry. There must be an explanation for this. Ginny is probably just in a lot of trouble and the clock mixed up. When I return with Ginny we'll be able to explain everything."
Mr. Weasley apparated with a pop and did not return for hours. When he walked into the sitting room he looked disheveled and sick.
"Dad," Ron whispered. "Where's Ginny?"
"I've just returned from the Malfoys," Arthur answered, "and it seems that Ginny was just there." He held up a hand to stifle the accusations that immediately flew from his sons' mouths. "I don't know if the evidence was planted or not but it appears that Ginny killed Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini then took her own life."
"Then where's her body?" Bill whispered tearfully.
"That's the thing," Mr. Weasley answered. "Nobody knows."
