Die to Live

Chapter Four

By Mell8

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Ginny sighed and quickly drew a bath the Muggle way for her two friends. They couldn't use magic any longer because they were in hiding and magic could be traced. Instead they were forced to live like Muggles. That small detail had been the only drawback, in Draco's opinion, to their plan. Fortunately for the three of them, Ginny knew a lot about Muggles because of her father, Harry and Hermione. She had been teaching Blaise about different Muggle things ever since he had agreed to their plan. Draco was the only one who was going to have a difficult time living in the Muggle world.

The bath filled so slowly that Ginny didn't understand how Muggles had the patience to wait for so long before they could get clean. At the Burrow the tub would fill in seconds with sweet smelling bubbles if Ginny wanted them. Once it finally filled Ginny grabbed Blaise's prone body and levered him into the bath with his clothes on. Water spilled over the sides and Ginny's feet got drenched.

Ruining the bottoms of her pajamas was worth it because as she watched, the blood that covered his entire chest disappeared; the blood didn't wash away into the water, it vanished. The knife still imbedded in the boy's chest fell out into the water and shrank to the size of Ginny's finger and Blaise's wound healed before her eyes.

The black boy sat up and groaned. "That was awful little cub," he grumbled as he rubbed his newly healed chest. "Where's Draco?" he asked as he looked around the bathroom.

Ginny blushed. "I left him in the fireplace," she said quietly. "He was too heavy to carry all the way to the bathroom," she grumbled.

Blaise snickered. "I'll have to tell him you said that. Draco'll have a fit." Blaise stood up, grabbed a towel, and got out of the bathtub. "Let me get changed and then I'll get Draco."

"No magic!" Ginny called after him with a smile.

Ginny sighed and shook her head. The next few months hiding out in the muggle world were going to be very fun.

III

"I'm terribly sorry Mr. Weasley, Lady Malfoy, Lady Zabini, but I'm afraid that the evidence is inconclusive." A stuffy Auror was standing in the middle of the destroyed parlor. He kept tugging on his tie and looking at his watch as if this was the last investigation he wanted. No one wanted to get between the Weasleys and the Malfoys, especially when their children were involved. The fact that the Auror was standing in between the head of the Weasley family and Lady Malfoy was very hazardous to his health; the Auror knew that. Plus, even more hazardous to his well being was the fact that he didn't really know if Ginevra Weasley had actually killed those two boys. It was written clearly on paper, in her handwriting, that she had. Yet these days it was too easy for a dark wizard to use a spell to copy her handwriting. As far as he was concerned, both the Malfoy boy and the Zabini boy were playing an elaborate joke. There were other clues that led to this as well. The blood spatter patterns did not match up with some of the crushed ornaments, and how was it possible that a priceless set of ivory chairs had been turned into mere scraps when Lady Malfoy was sure that they had been in the other room?

Something was not right at this scene but the Auror was unwilling to admit that to the grieving families because he really did not have enough evidence to say that all three children were not dead. There was enough blood on the floor for at least one person to have bled to death twice and Morgana herself had originally spelled the Weasley's magical clock. There was also the small fact that all three teens had disappeared. All the Auror could do was offer his condolences to the anguished families and get out of the case as soon as possible. It would be better, he though wisely, to let the three children stay dead rather that incite their families into a war to protect the honor of their children.

"I will bring my findings to the Minister of Magic but I'm afraid that at this time there is nothing he can do to further this investigation. Perhaps once the war has ended we will have more Aurors to spare for this case. Please forgive me and have a good afternoon." The Auror walked out of the room as quickly as he could without appearing to run.

Arthur Weasley followed seconds later after nodding politely, albeit stiffly, towards the two matriarchs in the room.

"The Weasley's have absolutely no clue where their daughter is," a cold, slimy voice hissed as Severus Snape glided into the room. He had been watching the proceedings from a safe distance.

"Surely this Ginevra girl told her family that she was about to kill my son!" Narcissa snarled.

"I'm afraid that the Weasley family is as shocked and upset as you," Snape hissed.

"Have you seen the Weasley's add in the Daily Prophet?" Lady Zabini sniffed. "'Lost, small girl with red hair. Goes by the name of Ginny Weasley.' Who in their right mind would call a girl Ginny?"

"But my son," Narcissa whispered. "What about my son?"

"The Dark Lord has offered to conduct his own investigation. He will find Miss Weasley and he will get the answers we seek," Snape hissed.

III

"You see Draco," Ginny said quietly, "all you have to do is die."

"And how will dieing save me from eternal servitude to an evil bastard who I only agreed to join to save my mother's life" Draco drawled in a curious voice. "Don't get my hopes up just to dash them on the rocks Ginny."

"We've got it all figured out," Blaise jumped in quickly before Ginny lost her temper with Draco and refused to help him. "Ginny found special magical knives that cut just as easily as regular knives but, when you put water on the injury the blood and the cut disappear. It is an elaborate illusion that works even on death blows."

"Plus," Ginny added with a smile, "the magic involved erases your life signature from the wizarding world if there is a death blow. If someone were to put a search spell out for you or your bodies the spell would malfunction because there won't be enough of a trace of you to follow."

"And the knives will leave behind enough blood to leave a strong sign of your death. All we have to do is plant a little more evidence," Blaise whipped out his diary and handed it over to Draco. Written on the last page was Blaise's last entree, and underneath that, Ginny's piece. Draco read it with a lifted eyebrow.

"This may just work," the blond said with a small smirk. "Let me go get some more furniture to destroy while you two start smashing everything else in this room. Make it look like we fought for our lives."

Ginny and Blaise nodded and smiled. They were going to die and at the same time be saved.