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A/N: Thanks for the awesome reviews, and you'll find out everything all in due time. I am a strict D/G shipper so how do you think my story will end up? Come on, people, I wouldn't do that to Draco, he's too cool!


Chapter Six
The Return of Salazar Slytherin





Ginny and Harry didn't speak a word as they picked up the broom outside the door and flew back to the Burrow. When they arrived, Ron and Hermione demanded to know where they were, but Ginny was too numb to reply. She left Harry to answer and went to her room.

She threw herself face down onto her bed, burying her face in a pillow. It would do no good to cry - it wouldn't erase what had just occured. Instead, she tried to think. How could she prove to Draco that she didn't want Harry? That it had just been a fit of passion that she couldn't control?

When she had been kissing him, it hadn't been the breath taking, stomach fluttering, knee weakening kisses she got from Draco. She could barely remember even enjoying Harry's. He had been there . . . and so had she, and something snapped inside her and made her act the way she did. Not only had she hurt Draco, she'd probably hurt Harry as well. He was the one who cared for her now.

She tried putting herself in his place. She remember how terrible she felt when he dated Cho Chang during fifth year. And what if he had suddenly decided to make out with her, then turn around and ignore her and beg for Cho's forgiveness? Ginny would've been heartbroken, she knew. But that's exactly what she was doing to him.

I've made a mess of everything, she thought sadly. I've hurt the two boys who matter most in my life (who aren't related to me).

Ginny fell asleep with these troubling thoughts, wondering how she would ever be able to explain her actions to Draco.

Draco got home a couple hours later and slowly made his way to his bedroom. He could not erase the image of Ginny kissing Harry from his mind. When he shut his eyes all he saw were her hands, trying to unbutton Harry's pants. It made Draco so angry he actually trembled, clenching his hands into fists and having the strongest urge to hit something.

I'm such an idiot, he thought furiously. For a little while there I actually thought she was in trouble. And I actually went to look for her. To save her. Hoping to be her knight in shining armor.

And the whole time she didn't need rescuing. She had gone off for a romantic night with Potter.

There was no other way to explain it. What sort of captor would take the both of them, place them in a comfortable, though somewhat empty room, with the door unlocked and a broom right outside? And no one knew about the Locator ring around Ginny's neck - only she could've taken it off.

"Draco? Are you home?"

As Draco passed his mother's room, he heard her weary voice call out to him.

"Yes," he said, his tone expressionless.

"Would you come in here, please?"

Draco really did not feel like facing his mother, but obeyed anyway. He turned and went into her bedroom, the bedroom she'd had never once shared with Lucius. His parents had always slept in different rooms.

"What?" he demanded listlessly. She wasn't in the room, but the light from the adjoining bathroom was on and he knew she was in there.

Narcissa stepped out, looking somewhat paler than usual. She was wearing a long black satin nightgown. It was the middle of the night, Draco realized.

She offered him a smile, and then someone stepped out of the bathroom after her.

It was Lucius.

For a minute, Draco didn't react. He stared at his father, taking in that even though he'd spent a week in Azkaban, he looked much more powerful. He seemed to radiate power, which was a sensation Draco had only felt from one other person in his entire life - Voldemort.

"Did they let you out?" he asked, eyeing his father wearily.

But he knew that wasn't true. He would've heard about it.

"Of course not," Lucius said dismissively, stepping around Narcissa and approaching Draco. "I escaped."

"Why isn't it all over the papers?"

"The Ministry doesn't want to start a panic," Lucius replied, an odd smile on his face. "So they've kept it quiet for the past few days."

"Days?" Draco repeated, a little startled. "You've been out for days?"

"Yes, four days," he said.

"You're different."

"You're not as stupid as your father thinks," Lucius said, smiling in approval.

Draco found this comment odd, but didn't say anything and waited for an explanation.

"I know what you are thinking," he continued, his weird smile broadening. "I'm not your father. I've taken the body of Lucius Malfoy."

He's lost it, Draco thought instantly. One week too many in Azkaban.

"You just told me yourself that I'm different," Lucius continued as if reading his mind. "I have twice the power that Lucius did. Now that Voldemort is gone, I'm the most powerful man in the world."

"Are you?" Draco was very uninterested. His dad was obviously crazy.

"You don't believe me," Lucius growled, his expression darkening.

"You actually thought I would?"

"I am Salazar Slytherin," his father said. "My soul had been trapped in the land between the living and the dead ever since I was killed. I have been waiting . . . waiting for my chance to take over another's body and return to the world."

Draco frowned. "Slytherin?"

"Yes."

"If you're Slytherin, they why didn't you take over Voldemort's body? Everyone knows he was Slytherin's only living heir," Draco snapped. "He only died two weeks ago - you could've taken over him."

"That is true," Lucius said. "But Voldemort would've been able to overrun me. He was too strong. Your father is weaker - I control his body now. His mind, memories . . . everything. He can't fight back. Tom Riddle would've been able to."

"Why my father?" Draco knew it was ridiculous, but it was possible. And Lucius was acting very different, and had a sense of strength that he never posessed before.

"He is one of the most pure-blood Slytherins there is," he answered, almost haughtily. "Plus, there is you."

"Me? What about me?"

"I need you to help me," Lucius (or was it Slytherin?) said, his grey eyes sparkling maliciously.

Draco did not reply.

"Have you ever heard of the Prophecy of Power?" Slytherin demanded.

"No."

"It's the one curse of being extremely powerful," he said. "It basically states that whoever is the most powerful man in the world has one downfall . . . one person who could be the end of them."

"Like Voldemort," Draco stated.

"Yes," Slytherin nodded. "James Potter was the one who could kill him. And since he had a son, he passed the gift on to Harry."

"So there is a person out there who could kill you," Draco concluded.

Slytherin nodded once.

"And you want me to help kill him," he added.

"Not him," Slytherin corrected. "Her. I want you to bring me this woman so I can kill her."

"Why me?"

"You know her."

"Who is she?"

Lucius/Slytherin smiled wildly, a bright light in his eyes. He seemed to be immensely pleased about something. Draco waited because he didn't answer right away.

Finally, he said very slowly, "Ginny Weasley."

A/N: We all saw that coming, didn't we? LOL . . . anyway, reviews would be TOTALLY appreciated!