ICE AND FIRE
Rhapsody - I'm gonna upload two chappies in one night! You gotta be proud of me. I'm proud of myself anywayz. Lol, here's the next!
"hugnhdl"
Ginny lugged her trunk onto her broomstick and started to fly. It was extremely cold but she didn't think about being cold. That was the last thing on her mind. It was a long journey but at 6 am, Ginny arrived at her home, wondering how she was going to tell her parents.
She left her broomstick and trunk at the front door and ran away to her favourite spot in the meadow. A swing that was tied with rope to a branch of a tree. Ginny sat there and swung herself for awhile.
How WAS she to tell her family? Ginny's eyes swam with tears and they over flowed onto her cheeks. What had she done to deserve this? Ginny sat there and cried, thinking about how she was to care for the baby, work and sleep at the same time.
Ginny certainly wasn't going to go back to Hogwarts. She couldn't deal with students looking at her in a whole new way. They would think she was a whore for getting knocked up and being pregnant. Malfoy would get looks too. Getting laid by a Weasley.
Finally, Ginny decided to go back home, after sussing out her family's reactions. Fred and George would frown a bit but generally wouldn't mind. Bill and Charlie would be really concerned about what she'd do. Percy was still being a prat. Her mother would burst into tears and her father would be really disappointed.
Her family would be very supportive though. Ginny had no idea what she'd do without them. She walked across the grass, wind rippled her hair and dried the tears on her face. Ginny opened the gate to her house and walked up to the front door.
She gathered her things and opened the door.
"Mum? Dad? I'm home!" She called.
No answer.
"Um, Ron?" Ginny said loudly.
No answer.
"Fred, George?" She called a little louder.
No answer.
"ANYONE?" Ginny yelled.
No answer.
Ginny dumped her trunk and broomstick and ran out to the family room. Her family was there all right. But they were all lying motionless on the floor. Not breathing. Not moving. Not living.
They were dead.
Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Fred, George, even Percy, Bill and Charlie were all dead on the floor. Floating above them was the Dark Mark.
Ginny sank to the floor and cried. Her family was dead. She was pregnant. She had nothing. Worse that nothing. Ginny sobbed and fresh tears just came bursting out. She cried like she never had before. Everything was terrible. Like nothing was worth it anymore. The only thing that kept Ginny going was her family's memory and the baby.
She had to escape again. Ginny grabbed her things and a key and got some floo powder. She transported herself to Diagon Alley.
Ginny weaved her way through the streets and came to Gringotts. She stepped inside.
"How may I help you?" The Goblin behind the counter asked.
"I, um...want to get some gold out of vault 479 please" Ginny said.
"Have you got your key?" the goblin asked.
"Yes, just here" She pulled it from her pocket, as that was the key she got before leaving her home.
The goblin led her to the vault. He put in the key and Ginny pocketed the family's life savings of 237 galleons and 14 sickles. She needed all she could get for a place to stay, a job and food.
Ginny left Gringotts and roamed Diagon Alley, to find a copy of the Daily Prophet, to see if there was any places she could rent.
She bought a copy and scanned the words. Finally, there was one. 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom shack, very small and cramped, only 5 galleons a week.
Ginny went to visit the person who owned the shack. It was an old man, around 60.
"Excuse me, I was wondering about the ad in the Prophet, about the..er, house your renting out?" She said politely.
"Oh yes, yes. It's in the next street, the smallest place you see. I'll be collecting your rent on Saturday" He said and slammed the door.
'Rude!' She thought. As if she didn't have enough on her plate without mean old men adding to it. But Ginny found the shack easily.
Inside it looked quite comfy but extremely small. She shrugged it off. It was only her living here anyway. Ginny put her things away and flopped down on her bed, looking throught the Daily Prophet for job interviews.
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Draco awoke that morning with a note on his bedside table. He picked it up with curiosity. It read-
Draco - Our worst fear is confirmed. I'm pregnant. Yeah, you read it right. By the time you read this letter I will be out of Hogwarts. I'll write to you in nine months the details of our baby. Please don't tell anyone. Ginny
He re-read the letter in shock. He was going to be a father. At 16 years old! Well, 17 by the time the dumb fetus was born. Then he thought of Ginny. How she must be feeling.
Draco put a non-readable charm on the paper so nobody could read it but himself. He had to find Weasley, to talk about it all. Would it work with them both raising the baby? He would finish school of course, but the free time he had would be tracking down little weasel. What if she was in the muggle world?
Draco jumped out of bed and into the shower, got changed and brushed his teeth all in 15 minutes. He ran downstairs to the Slytherin Common Room. Pansy was there.
"Oh Drakie! Come here! I want us to be together, why don't you want to be with me? We're a match made in heaven!" She cooed, flinging her arms around his neck.
"Get off me Pansy!" He pushed her arms off his neck and ran from the Common Room.
He had to see Madam Pomfrey, maybe she had an idea where Ginny was. Draco sprinted to the hospital wing.
"Where's Weasley?" He panted.
"Ah. I see now, congratulations Mr. Malfoy" She said.
"Where is Weasley?" Draco repeated.
"I don't know, she ran out as soon as she knew she was pregnant" Madam Pomfrey said.
Draco turned and ran from the room. He had to find the weasel and argue his way into making her get an abortion. (Rhapsody - yes, in my story the magical world has abortions, even if it doesn't in the books)
Rhapsody - Wow, that was a chapter that explained a lot. I'll post the next as soon as I can. Bye!
Rhapsody - I'm gonna upload two chappies in one night! You gotta be proud of me. I'm proud of myself anywayz. Lol, here's the next!
"hugnhdl"
Ginny lugged her trunk onto her broomstick and started to fly. It was extremely cold but she didn't think about being cold. That was the last thing on her mind. It was a long journey but at 6 am, Ginny arrived at her home, wondering how she was going to tell her parents.
She left her broomstick and trunk at the front door and ran away to her favourite spot in the meadow. A swing that was tied with rope to a branch of a tree. Ginny sat there and swung herself for awhile.
How WAS she to tell her family? Ginny's eyes swam with tears and they over flowed onto her cheeks. What had she done to deserve this? Ginny sat there and cried, thinking about how she was to care for the baby, work and sleep at the same time.
Ginny certainly wasn't going to go back to Hogwarts. She couldn't deal with students looking at her in a whole new way. They would think she was a whore for getting knocked up and being pregnant. Malfoy would get looks too. Getting laid by a Weasley.
Finally, Ginny decided to go back home, after sussing out her family's reactions. Fred and George would frown a bit but generally wouldn't mind. Bill and Charlie would be really concerned about what she'd do. Percy was still being a prat. Her mother would burst into tears and her father would be really disappointed.
Her family would be very supportive though. Ginny had no idea what she'd do without them. She walked across the grass, wind rippled her hair and dried the tears on her face. Ginny opened the gate to her house and walked up to the front door.
She gathered her things and opened the door.
"Mum? Dad? I'm home!" She called.
No answer.
"Um, Ron?" Ginny said loudly.
No answer.
"Fred, George?" She called a little louder.
No answer.
"ANYONE?" Ginny yelled.
No answer.
Ginny dumped her trunk and broomstick and ran out to the family room. Her family was there all right. But they were all lying motionless on the floor. Not breathing. Not moving. Not living.
They were dead.
Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Fred, George, even Percy, Bill and Charlie were all dead on the floor. Floating above them was the Dark Mark.
Ginny sank to the floor and cried. Her family was dead. She was pregnant. She had nothing. Worse that nothing. Ginny sobbed and fresh tears just came bursting out. She cried like she never had before. Everything was terrible. Like nothing was worth it anymore. The only thing that kept Ginny going was her family's memory and the baby.
She had to escape again. Ginny grabbed her things and a key and got some floo powder. She transported herself to Diagon Alley.
Ginny weaved her way through the streets and came to Gringotts. She stepped inside.
"How may I help you?" The Goblin behind the counter asked.
"I, um...want to get some gold out of vault 479 please" Ginny said.
"Have you got your key?" the goblin asked.
"Yes, just here" She pulled it from her pocket, as that was the key she got before leaving her home.
The goblin led her to the vault. He put in the key and Ginny pocketed the family's life savings of 237 galleons and 14 sickles. She needed all she could get for a place to stay, a job and food.
Ginny left Gringotts and roamed Diagon Alley, to find a copy of the Daily Prophet, to see if there was any places she could rent.
She bought a copy and scanned the words. Finally, there was one. 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom shack, very small and cramped, only 5 galleons a week.
Ginny went to visit the person who owned the shack. It was an old man, around 60.
"Excuse me, I was wondering about the ad in the Prophet, about the..er, house your renting out?" She said politely.
"Oh yes, yes. It's in the next street, the smallest place you see. I'll be collecting your rent on Saturday" He said and slammed the door.
'Rude!' She thought. As if she didn't have enough on her plate without mean old men adding to it. But Ginny found the shack easily.
Inside it looked quite comfy but extremely small. She shrugged it off. It was only her living here anyway. Ginny put her things away and flopped down on her bed, looking throught the Daily Prophet for job interviews.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=
Draco awoke that morning with a note on his bedside table. He picked it up with curiosity. It read-
Draco - Our worst fear is confirmed. I'm pregnant. Yeah, you read it right. By the time you read this letter I will be out of Hogwarts. I'll write to you in nine months the details of our baby. Please don't tell anyone. Ginny
He re-read the letter in shock. He was going to be a father. At 16 years old! Well, 17 by the time the dumb fetus was born. Then he thought of Ginny. How she must be feeling.
Draco put a non-readable charm on the paper so nobody could read it but himself. He had to find Weasley, to talk about it all. Would it work with them both raising the baby? He would finish school of course, but the free time he had would be tracking down little weasel. What if she was in the muggle world?
Draco jumped out of bed and into the shower, got changed and brushed his teeth all in 15 minutes. He ran downstairs to the Slytherin Common Room. Pansy was there.
"Oh Drakie! Come here! I want us to be together, why don't you want to be with me? We're a match made in heaven!" She cooed, flinging her arms around his neck.
"Get off me Pansy!" He pushed her arms off his neck and ran from the Common Room.
He had to see Madam Pomfrey, maybe she had an idea where Ginny was. Draco sprinted to the hospital wing.
"Where's Weasley?" He panted.
"Ah. I see now, congratulations Mr. Malfoy" She said.
"Where is Weasley?" Draco repeated.
"I don't know, she ran out as soon as she knew she was pregnant" Madam Pomfrey said.
Draco turned and ran from the room. He had to find the weasel and argue his way into making her get an abortion. (Rhapsody - yes, in my story the magical world has abortions, even if it doesn't in the books)
Rhapsody - Wow, that was a chapter that explained a lot. I'll post the next as soon as I can. Bye!