Ginny rubbed her eyes and made to roll over and go back to sleep. Expecting the bed to her king size one she wasn't ready when the edge loom near and she went hurtling off. She didn't quite hit the ground though but she was more that a little close. Gently touching down to the floor, she flipped over and sat up. Hazel eyes met stormy grey and both teens didn't dare speak, to afraid to break the comfortable silence. Ginny realized then that this wasn't her room. She broke the eye contact with Draco and climbed back up it on the bed.
"Why am I in the hospital wing," Ginny asked looking around. Draco shrugged and sat back in his chair putting away his wand. Ginny rubbed her head trying to remember.
"I was hoping you could tell us that," Draco replied. "Some little first year woke me up stuttering that you were in the hospital wing," Draco yawned. "Blaise and I have been here since,"
"The last thing I remember is the golden jerks being in my room," Ginny scowled.
"Your brother seems to be unconscious," Draco drawled. "How'd that happen?"
"She's only just woken up Draco," came Blaise's voice. "You think you could hold off on the questions," Draco stuck out his tongue at Blaise and Ginny rolled her eyes. Blaise handed them both trays full of food which they both tore into with out much of a hesitation. Blaise ate his own food quietly on the edge of Ginny's bed. Ginny finished first and she handed her tray to Blaise who put it under his. She lay back on the bed, scratching the end of her nose and glanced over to at Draco. He was mouthing something to Blaise at which Ginny glared.
"Does he think I know what?" she asked. Both boys ignored the question and went back to their foods. Ginny growled and got up. Draco called after her asking where she was going but he reached a cold shoulder and nothing more. Ginny met Madam Pomfrey in the bathroom, who was tiding the place up from her last patient. She asked Ginny if she was feeling better and Ginny replied that she had a mild headache but nothing to serious. The nurse handed her a headache potion, a change of clothe Blaise had brought up and told her to take a shower. Ginny smiled at her and did just that. She hummed in content while she showered; loving the feel of hot water in the morning. She washed her hair which felt grimier than normal then stepped out of the shower. After wrapping her hair up in a towel she, spelled her self dry, brushed her teeth, pulled on the outfit Blaise and brought and then went to pull of the towel.
Draco sat poking at his food waiting, while Blaise paced back and forth glancing at the bathroom door every so often. Madam Pomfrey told them she was showering and asked Draco to call Dumbledore, which he did.
"Think she'll be mad," Blaise asked, glancing at the door again.
"Of course she will be but its not like its anyone's…" Draco's sentence went unfinished though because there was then a screamed echoing from the bathroom where Ginny was. Mere seconds later the door to that same bathroom was thrown open and a very mad Ginny Weasley burst out of the room.
"What in Merlin's name happened to my hair?"
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Ginny could be seen only minutes later trying to rip her hair out. Draco was frantically trying to pin her hands to her side but every time she screams in rage he was forced to cover his ears. Blaise tried to explain that it wasn't that bad and it even looked good but Ginny would have none of it. She glared at him and suggested they cut off all his hair. Everyone knew Blaise trimmed but never cut his black hair. When Draco tried putting in his too cents, Ginny laughed mockingly and told him he had no room to talk. The finally coaxed her into sitting back on the bed when Dumbledore ventured in. Ginny wasn't pleased to see him and it showed.
"Ms. Weasley…" He started.
"Why's my hair black," Ginny interrupted angrily. Draco snickered at the taken back look on Dumbledore's face. "And don't give me some nonsense story either,"
"Ginevra Molly Weasley you're not to speak to Dumbledore in that manner young lady," Ginny eyes opened in shocked. The figured of her mother appeared around the corner and Harry and Hermione could be seen peeking out from behind her.
"Mother," Ginny exclaimed. "What brings you to Hogwarts?"
"Dumbledore sent for me," Molly Weasley replied. "We've a meeting to hold that I need to be present for and there's the matter of you giving your brother a concussion," she added. "Want to explain that,"
"I don't remember," Ginny replied honestly.
"Now Molly, it wasn't Ginevra's fault. She was after all provoked," Dumbledore added. He suggested they talk in Ginny's room and he'd send Ron along when he awoke. Draco and Blaise escorted Mrs. Weasley there who wasn't very happy with it but went along anyways. Dumbledore followed also. Ginny made the bed, trying angrily to ignore the two sets of eyes watching her. She heard Harry suck in breath right before he was going to speak and she glared at him before he spoke. She made her way towards the two teens and Harry tried once more to speak. Ginny placed her hand softly on his shoulder, looked him softly in the eyes and shoved him hard out of the way. She saw Hermione glare at her and kneel near the boy to help him as she rounded the corner.
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When Ginny reached her room she was greeted with the sound of angry arguments. Draco could be heard growling snide comments to Blaise who was calmly growling them right back. Of course when Ginny came into view all conversation ceased. Ginny glared. Molly rushed over and gathered her daughter up in a hug which only proved to further anger Ginny. Draco watched the hug between mother and daughter feeling a bit envious. He glared at Dumbledore who offered him a cup of pumpkin juice. Though he did accept it and down it very fast, he was too annoyed to notice anything wrong with it. Draco noticed Ginny looked more than a little upset though. Ginny's knew though that when her mother hugged her like this it was only to soften the blow of some impending doom of an explanation. She shrugged her off and crossed her arms defiantly. From what she'd cared to play attention to before she was noticed, the conversations had something to with when she was six. Draco had been upset about Ginny wasn't told and Blaise was trying to talk some sense into him.
Dumbledore rubbed the bridge of his nose and summoned a chair to sit in. It oddly resembled the one in his office. He then summoned one for the other occupants of the room and the ones soon to follow. Every one sat except for Ginny, who stood staring at the door. Blaise was only a breath away from asking her what she was looking at when Harry walked thru the door followed by Hermione who was holding Ron's hand. Ron had a bandage around his head and looked everything but happy. Ginny huffed in annoyance and sat down crossing her legs at the ankles.
"Ms. Weasley…" Dumbledore began but was cut short with another addition to the room. Mr. Weasley came rushing into the room out of breath. Molly was at his side guiding him to a seat and even Ginny was at his side in worry. He assured them he was fine and motioned Dumbledore to go on. Ginny sat back down. "Well it would seem," Dumbledore continued. "That while trying to uncover the dilemma of Ms. Weasley we found not only our answer but I discovered something more to Mr. Malfoy and Zambini," he paused and pulled at the end of his long white beard. "I've had the notion that something like this was going on since the day they enter my school seven years ago and now I'm very aware that it's true,"
"And this explains anything how," Ginny grumbled. Molly shushed her and Ginny snarled.
"Mr. Zambini," Dumbledore nodded at the boy. "If you would," He smiled. "And no need to explain I'm sure they'll figure it out on their own," Blaise glowered at the headmaster and ran his hand threw his hair. Ginny was very much aware this whole reason for this meeting was to clear up the siren/veela dilemma that she was but the thought that her best friend knew something wasn't something she wanted to have to deal with right now. Blaise stood up and leaned on the wall near his seat. He sighed.
"So, as your all very much aware, me, Dumbledore and Draco have been investigation your condition Ginny," Blaise started. Molly gave him a look as if she didn't believe a word he was saying. "We didn't have any leads till Mrs. Weasley sent Dumbledore a letter. She figured it would shed some light on how the whole ordeal began. It helped of course but at the same time uncovered more problems that any of us thought was even there to begin with," Blaise paused looking to Dumbledore and he nodded for him to go on. "The letter explained that when Ginny was six, she was kidnapped…"
"I was what?" Ginny hissed. "Kidnapped," she exclaimed. "When was that childhood story told?"
"Ginevra," Molly said calmly. "Let him continue,"
"Told you," Draco drawled, smirking at Blaise. He'd told the other boy earlier Ginny would explode at not being told. Blaise rolled his eyes. Draco didn't dare snicker like he wanted to though. He was more than a little afraid of the look Mrs. Weasley was giving him.
"Apparently," Blaise continued. "Ginny was gone for about a week in which Aurors found and returned her,"
"Why don't I remember this," Ron asked. Mrs. Weasley sighed in shame. She told Ron she hadn't wanted to worry her children at such a young age so they'd been told Ginny was visiting they're grandmother. Ron opened and closed his mouth in shock obviously remembering the now exposed lie.
"What's the point of this," Draco drawled. Ginny smirked in agreement.
"Because I know who kidnapped her," Blaise replied. "And at the same time I'm not suppose to,"
"Who then, the bogey man?" Draco smirked.
"No Draco," Blaise glared. "Our fathers,"
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Ginny smashed the mirror in front of her into pieces. This day was slowly turning from bad to worst and she didn't see it getting any better. She'd left the company of her company to use the bathroom. Everything said up to this point was trying to process in her mind but kept getting jumbled up like a traffic jam. A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. She was met with Draco's concerned face. She let him in and shut the door while he sat on the counter. Ginny grimaced up at him.
"You are aware your hands bleeding," he said. Ginny looked down at her right hand and it was indeed bleeding. Hopping off the counter Draco took her hand. She'd managed to put a gash right across the back of her hand. He pulled her towards the tap and cleaned the wound. Draco had expected some kind of resistance but Ginny made no movement. He cleaned and healed the cut the best he could, leaving a scar. Ginny didn't say thank you either. She simply reached up and hugged Draco. The act of Ginny wrapping her arms around Draco's shoulders was all he need as thank you. Neither would tell the other that they like where they were but neither let go for some time. Ginny pulled back first and smile softly up at Draco in turned smiled back at her. They left the bathroom and made there way back to her common room to listen to Blaise.
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Blaise watched Draco follow Ginny back into the room. He hated how he felt like he was destroying her trust in him because he hadn't remembered any of this until Dumbledore had noticed. To make it worst, soon Draco would be remembering things he didn't know he'd forgotten. He sighed and noticed Ginny motioning him to continue.
"June 16th," Blaise started. "My mother had come into my room much earlier than normal. She told me I had to go to bed early because my father was having one of his parties. Normally I wasn't one to argue but Draco was to supposed to being staying that night. As I argued about it with my mother, my father walked by on his way out and told me Draco wasn't coming, end of story. My mother locked me in my room and told me not to let him catch me. I hadn't a clue what she meant till an hour or two later when she walked by telling me she was going to floo Narcissa Malfoy for tea. I flooed Draco over and we childishly picked the lock to my door as we had done so many times before. It's about here that my memory gets a little fuzzy," Blaise paused and scratched his head. "I think my father came back around ten. Me and Draco, were, we were by the stairs spying from the top between the banisters. Draco's father, Mr. Crabbe and Goyle and my father returned with what looked like a girl," the room, minus Dumbledore caught on rather quickly to who the girl was. Draco's sat up in complete horror.
"Are you serious," he exclaimed. Blaise nodded. "That was Ginny!" Blaise frowned in agreement. "But they…" Draco tried but lost whatever it was he was going to say,"
"They did what, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore coaxed. Draco looked to Blaise for help.
"You're the one who saw it Draco, not me," Blaise sighed. "You've got to concentrate on it, try your hardest to remember," Draco smack his hand to his head.
"They did a ritual," he growled. "My father had kidnapped a Veela and a Siren earlier that week. He'd made me watch him kill them both," Draco rubbed his head in pain. "He used the blood in some potion but never told me what it was for," he moaned in pain, trying to continue. A hand on his shoulder had him turning to look up. It was Blaise. "They made the girl, Ginny, drink the potion, and they carved runes into her skin in four different places," Draco continued, holding his head now. "She, she screamed so much, so long, so…" he stopped and Ginny was at his side in seconds. She planted herself in his lap and cradled his head on her shoulder. The looks her parents were giving her were going complete unnoticed by Ginny.
"Why is it he's only now remembering this now," Hermione asked, noticing the symptoms of someone breaking a very strong memory repressor charm.
"Lucius didn't want him to remember," Dumbledore replied. "I've magic stronger that that of Lucius Malfoy though. It was when Mr. Zambini show a huge gap in his memory when I asked him if he remember his fathers bring home a young girl when he was younger,"
"How'd you know it must of have been Ginny," Harry asked.
"There isn't much Dumbledore doesn't know," Ron replied.
"My poor baby," Molly sobbed into her husband's shirt. "I never knew," Ginny looked up at her. "They brought you home perfectly fine," she sniffed. "There were no scratches, no bruises, and no harm. I'd always figured something must have happened for you to suddenly have the blood of two sworn Magical Creatures but as long as you were alive and well, it didn't seem to matter,"
"I assure you that was my fathers doing," Blaise scowled. "He's rather good with hiding scars. Glamour charms were always his specialty, especially those from scars and bruises," Blaise sighed rather disappointedly. "I can't believe I never connected the dots," he let himself fall to the ground next to Draco's chair. "How could I forget something that important? If it wasn't for your letter Mrs. Weasley, I'd still have no clue,"
"Don't go beating your self up Blaise," Draco spoke up. "My father is amazing with memory charms you know that. And at least now we know why I have those faceless nightmares sometimes," Blaise stood back up looking down at his two best friends. Ginny still sat in Draco's lap with her hand on his arm. She stared up at the boy with nothing but love and Blaise melted. Draco reached for him and neither boy cared how girly it looked, they crushed Ginny in a hug, both glad she was alive. Hermione sniffed for her seat, while Ron whispered something to her.
"I've still got one question though," Ginny said looking to Dumbledore while self-consciously petting Draco's arm. Dumbledore nodded. "Why'd my hair turn black?"
"I would have to guess it was the power you threw around yesterday that did it. When I was forced to knock you out, it didn't turn back. I doubt it ever will, Mrs. Weasley," Dumbledore replied. No one commented on the fact that he'd knocked Ginny out. Ginny snarled in anger.
"It looks hot anyways," Draco whispered. Ginny smirked down at the boy and he smirked back. Blaise snickered at them both. Dumbledore stood then and most of the room followed. He told the teens to get some sleep, and not to stay up trying to reconcile on things past done. Molly and Arthur hugged and kissed both there children and humbled themselves enough to shake Draco's and Blaise's hand. Molly even went far enough to thank them for watching her baby. Ginny scowled at her mother. Ron glared at Ginny on Draco's lap but said a rather forceful goodnight. Hermione kicked him and said her own goodnights pulling Ron along with her. The adults followed the two teens out and Hermione comment of "Today isn't the day for this," rang loud threw the hall. Harry was the only one left and he stood there rocking on his feet as if he wanted to say something. Ginny watched him expecting some kind of apology from him and his friends but he simply said goodnight and turned to leave. Ginny rolled her eyes and stood up, much to Draco's disappointment.
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Lying across her bed Ginny tried to sort things out in her head. She wanted to be angry with Draco and Blaise but if their memories had been altered she couldn't be angry with them. It was justified to think Dumbledore noticed it where no one else could. Blaise told her he'd began to mumble things aloud when they were talking about that day and Dumbledore had made him drink some weird tasting pumpkin juice. Draco had scowled at that, remembering now that Dumbledore had given him the same pumpkin juice. It was even more obvious something was done to their memories because Hermione noticed it also, especially in Draco. The whole episode he'd had couldn't be overlooked. What scared Ginny the most though was the thought that there might be other memories locked away in there heads. How long would it take till Dumbledore could reach them because Ginny knew that memories charms were hard to notice and harder to break.
Draco sat tentatively on the edge of Ginny's bed near her head. Ginny moved her arm from over her head where she put it and blinked up at him. Draco smiled weakly down at her and looked at Blaise. He was standing by the window brooding about something and Ginny was sure she knew what. He felt their gaze on him a turned around to walk to the bed. Sitting by Ginny's feet, he lay back on the bed post and gazed up at the ceiling. No one spoke for a bit, each teen thinking about something.
"You know we'd have told you if we'd remembered," Blaise said softly still staring at the ceiling. Ginny had a silly thought that he was trying to burn a hole threw it.
"I know," she replied.
"And we still think the same of you," Draco added. Ginny nodded, surprised Draco had guessed that was bothering her. She stared up at him and him down at her. Blaise smirked at the obvious tension that they shared. Whether it was sexual, emotional, or physical it was there and you could be cut with a chainsaw. Blaise looked back up at the ceiling his mind wondering. He remembered now how they'd dragged her in and she wasn't' crying but screaming every threat her six year old mind could think of. Even then Draco had be enthralled wit her. He'd followed the men, dragging Blaise along who was scared beyond belief. He hadn't followed Draco as far as his fathers' study. He'd heard the screams from his place down the hall though, he'd seen his father when he'd caught Draco and he'd watch as his best friends' childlike face screwed up in horror. Now, he barely remembered his memory being taken. Lucius had emerged from the room on his fathers request and spotted Blaise. He'd woken up next to Draco locked back in his room. The only memory of the whole thing he'd had up until now was of a little girl being brought to his house. But thinking on it now, something must have dulled Lucius' spell because neither Blaise nor Draco should be have remembered the girl, or had the nightmares about it.
Draco reached out for Ginny's hair remembering the siren his father had killed. She cried out to him when Lucius had killed her and Draco had felt empty when her song had stop. It had been her song after all that led him there. He'd felt like his hands were filled with lead, as if his blood was boiling and his chest was ready to burst. All of which were symptoms of a sirens song to a veela but it was laced with something calling to the boy. He ran his hands threw Ginny's hair massaging it gently. He'd frowned annoyed with himself. He'd always regretted not being able to help the siren. He hadn't cared much for the veela, who had tried to kill him. It had screeched and clawed at him till his father shot the cutting curse at it. Draco had tried to get away as it bleed on him covering his clothes with the horrible red stains. In the mitts of its pain though, the Veela still went for Draco causing his father to say the killing curse, just missing Draco by mere inches. Watching something die on him still haunted Draco's dream to this day.
He ran his fingers up and down Ginny's scalp, softly ruining his nails across it. His hand was more than a little lost in the mess of black hair that he was playing in. It felt the same as it did the last time he'd done this only now a different color. Ginny leaned into the touch, shutting her eyes and Draco smiled. Blaise stood up and looked towards them.
"Draco," he said. Draco looked up, hand still tangled in Ginny's hair. Blaise frowned. "You still remembered a girl being brought in that day but not the face right," Draco nodded. "Why was that? Your father's charms are flawless. Even your dreams shouldn't have happened,"
"Something must have sapped his magical energy," Draco suggested.
"Maybe," Blaise whispered thoughtfully.
"Hmmm," Ginny hummed. Draco smirked as she nodded off to sleep and Blaise sat back down.