Chapter4
A/N well sorry this took so long to get up but this chapter took a long time to write. It's been incredable with all of the reviewers. Let's get on with it then. I don't own anything but Ginny's powers and the plot.
How had he known? No this couldn't be possible. No one knew. I had been sworn in to their secrecy and hadn't told a soul. I turned away and fled the store without another word not knowing what else to do. Maybe I didn't want to be born under the order of the Phoenix. Maybe I could just return all the magical gifts and such and never speak to them again. They could find another girl to do It, couldn't they? No of course not. I was the chosen one. I would have to confide in them tonight to tell them that Draco had some how mysteriously figured some of it out. What would they say or do to me? Oh why?
I quickly brushed a few tears of frustration from my face and continued to storm about the street knocking into someone. Harry! Son of a dementor! Could this day get any worse?
"Ginny, what's wrong?" Ha I know that's a false note of sympathy.
"Nothing." I shrugged. I am only his best friend's little sister and I don't need false emotion from the boy who lived.
"Come on Ginny. I can see your crying. Please just tell me." The wind blew through the abandoned seeming streets containing only the two of us. My hair flailed behind me wildly and a few of his raven black bangs fell elegantly into his emerald green eyes and I melted. His hand felt so good where it rests against my shoulder. Maybe he wasn't faking it. It could've been real emotion. Oh they should have found someone else born under a silly star to be the Order of the Phoenix.
His hand slid around my back and I couldn't fight my feelings for him any longer. I traveled at his side slowly allowing a smile to creep across my face. Ron, holding tightly to Hermoine's hand, shot Harry a look and he only shruged in response. I was in heaven, everything is perfect except the knowledge that someone hiding in the shadows is watching me. I could feel his eyes trace my figure as they move down my back, and even though I couldn't see my watchers face, I can tell it's angered and hurt.
"You all right, Gin," Harry asked.
"Yeah, just thinking," I responded shaking my head and trying to rid myself of the thoughts of who could possibly be watching me. Unfortunately they stayed as well as a distant picture of Draco
***-
Mother of Selene! Why am I such a stupid twit who had to blurt my knowledge of her secret out? Now that I've done that my ghost of a chance with her has just vanished like smoke in the dark. She swept off and I followed, hiding of course. I dragged Jason just so he wouldn't get lost or abandoned. Some people's ideas of retaliation to all the dark magic would be killing Death Eaters families. Sad and disgusting but I must realize that they don't always know that a cold Death Eater couldn't care less if his family was murdered. They would just have to go off and find another woman capable of bearing their child in hopes that children who'd be raised as Death Eaters would make their reigning Dark Lord even more pleased with them.
Back to Ginny. She was pushed from my grasp and into the hands of the wonderful and oh so famous Harry Potter. I stared from the shadows, squeezing tighter and tighter to Jason's hand until I realized it and he whimpered. The rest of our purchases were rather quick, my pale face remained an emotionless pale but Jason continued to stare at me concerned.
"Are you sad she's gone?" He knew so much, there was no point in hiding it from him.
"Yes, yes I am very sad that she is with Potte- I mean Harry." I glanced over at Jason.
"I don't think you like Harry. Do you? He looks like he doesn't like you either."
I heaved a heavy sigh. "No Jason to be honest we both hate each other. Why do you have to ask so many questions?"
"Cause I think you don't like Ginny. I think you love her." With this last bit he yelped and took off running and laughing. I smirked. I had never had a true childhood filled with playing games and making friends. Watching Jason run off I couldn't help but let a little bit of the part of me that had never come out as a kid, finally out. I began to sprint, chasing him, my feet pounding hard but noiselessly on the soft grassy passage back to Hogwarts.
He turned and saw me chasing him and tried to run harder but tripped on a twig and began to fall. I grabbed him inches before he hit the rich dark soil and began to tickle him madly. He screamed and giggled and I howled with laughter. I don't remember ever laughing as much as I just had in my entire life put together. The only thing I do remember from my past are the beatings and lessons in which came with them.
Never speak badly of the dark lord
Never embarrass the family in front of company
Bite your tongue when around elderly
All the beatings weren't for lessons and corrections though some were simply out of direct rage if something hadn't gone well or Father had been drunk.
Don't tell secrets of the family
Quit chatting with Muggles
Never speak or be friends with those who aren't in your house
Never speak to anyone but purebloods
I had gotten quite a beating for the last one. After being severely punished for liking a girl muggle born at age seven, I had traced our blood lines back and discovered that not only did seven generations back a muggle born woman had been married in to our tree, but she also contained no magic whatsoever. When I presented my facts to Father he had yelled angrily for an hour straight. Then he kicked me several times in the chest with his metal toed dragon hide boots. I remember clearly as he locked me in the hidden basement with all the dark magic items and strode off to the vodka cabinet. I had a broken rib that my mother had to sneak in to the dungeon to mend.
Now I lay on the soil laughing and relaxing with Jason. Laughing that perhaps the horrors of my life had ended. That perhaps I would never go home to Father again. Never cry or feel hurt. I could possibly find someone to love and be loved by. Every thing was so nice until an owl swooped over my head. I recognized it as my own and picked up the letter it dropped on my chest.
Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy, it read.
Due to several current events your father, Lucius Draco Malfoy, has been captured and is being tried in a court under the following sentences:
Murder of Muggles
Murder of fellow wizarding folk
Misuse of dark magi
Being a Death Eater
Child and Wife Abuse
Working under He who must not be named
You have been selected as a witness and shall meet with Dumbledore or myself to before the trial set for August 31. Our ministry awaits your owl in response.
Cornalis Fudge
I should've known it wouldn't last.
***-
Who had been watching me? For some reason deep in my heart there is an ache to know whom it could have been watching me. Perhaps Draco… No I can't think that. At least not know when I'm finally in the arms of the guy I have been dreaming about for the last five years.
Reluctantly, I found us on our way back to the castle. Something inside me leapt and I found my stomach in my throat as I saw Draco laughing and tickling a squealing Jason. Both looked as if they're having the time of their lives. Harry grumbled and immediately walks us on a longer path that's even further from them. Maybe it's the rebel inside of me, but I pulled him back on the path closer to Draco, so I could watch them.
I smiled and waved to Jason, as he spotted me and waved back. Draco however never looked up. His laughter had ended and he stared down at a parchment letter, with his brow furrowed in distress. He looked very upset, perhaps even worried. I entered the castle and find Dumbledore smiling down upon us to greet us. Yet his smile had a grim tired look of confusion and worry much like Draco's.
"I see you all have arrived back from your trip to Hogsmeade safely. Wonderful. Miss Weasley… May I have a word with you for a moment?" I smiled and nodded, clueless on why the headmaster would need to speak to me and me only. The others didn't seem to know either and Harry gave me an odd glance as he removed his arm from where securely it had been wrapped around my waist. The others began their way up to the Gryffindor tower.
We traveled in silence, only speaking once when Dumbledore offered me a lemon drop from the bag he was holding. I have only been to his head office twice, once in my first year right after Harry saved me from Tom Riddle. I stepped quickly in an upbeat sort of way. Was it just me or did he seem in a small hurry. We entered, the large gargoyle springing aside at the instant that Dumbledore says Drooble's best blowing bubble gum.
"Miss Ginny, there is a strange sort of power around you. Perhaps is there something you'd like to tell me about what has happened to you over the summer?" I simply stared into his glass bottle blue eyes and shook my head. He sighed heavily, and I could tell he knew something was up. "Has anything strange at all happened? Like since your very… eventful first year?" I once again lie shaking my head, but this time frowning as well.
Draco busted through the door, thankfully interrupting our conversation. Dumbledore told me I was excused, but a snippet of their talk about a trial caught my attention. So I stepped through the door shutting it quickly, before once more turning invisible. With a snap of my fingers I was able to walk through the walls of his office. I sat silently in a chair listening to their conversation.
"I can't go up against my father in trial! That's impossible. You know as well as I do that no one would listen to me versus him. Let's say I do go against him and the trial fails. What will I do then? I can't go home! He'd probably kill me." Draco scowled throwing his arms down in anger.
"Relax Draco. I understand. Fudge is coming and I will talk to him about possibly getting a later date for the trial, but you must know what the Wizards of the world are thinking. They want retaliation and they want it now." Dumbledore paused and I saw Draco shudder. "Maybe we will at least be able to prove your innocence to the world with the scar, and with a special curse show that it came from your father's wand."
"What about Jason? He is too young to stand up against his father in court. We can't send him back to his father either," Draco stated.
"We still haven't decided what's to be done with Jason yet- Ah Fudge, you've arrived. We were just discussing it. Did you travel well?"
Fudge walked into the room nearly sitting on me where I sat completely dumbfounded at what had been said. I squeaked scooting over quickly, and I could've sworn that Dumbledore's eyes lingered over me for a moment.
"Good to see you Dumbledore. I've just arrived by portkey. This must Lucius' son." Once more I saw Draco shudder and look away in disgust.
"On to business. Fudge, a later date needs to be set for the trial."
"Why, everyone knows Lucius is innocent. All he needs to do is prompt the few that don't with a few pounds." Fudge stated calmly.
"Your wrong." Draco glared up at Fudge, probably knowing Fudge knew he was right and was just to scared of the Malfoy name to question.
"Hush boy! You're probably just angry with him for punishing your ungrateful tongue. Dumbledore, explain why a later date could be useful in a way any sort." Fudge spat back.
"Because the boy, more preferably known as Draco, is correct." Fudge lost all composure staring wide eyed at Dumbledore and Draco.
"You must be kidding, Albus. You've not fallen for the child's lies, have you?"
"A lie becomes a truth when the liar provides proof," Dumbledore commented.
"Are you saying he has some sort of evidence?" Fudge looked miffed.
"Precisely." Dumbledore gave a sorry smile.
"Show me this… proof!" Fudge stood from his seat.
"Draco I'm afraid you must remove your shirt so he may see the… scars." Fudge shook his head as if this had no way possible of convincing him. My eyes grew round in shock and I recast the invisibility spell on my self.
Sighing heavily, and not knowing a girl of fourteen, me to be precise, was watching his every movement, Draco undid the first few elaborate silver fastenings, and pulled his shirt off. I nearly fell off my chair. Long scars from beating after beating covered his back, several looking fresh and deep. Fudge, looking totally shocked, swallowed very hard before mentioning that he would see what he could do about the later date for the trial. With that Draco replaced his shirt and Fudge left at a quick speed walking pace.
"Perhaps I may be excused? I think I'll take a flight on my broom to cool down a bit before I go back to the dungeons."
"Yes of course Draco." Draco looked at his feet, hiding his emotion filled eyes from me, as he strode unknowingly passed. "Ginny, would you be so kind as to return to visibility. I have a bit more it seems to speak with you about," Dumbledore's downcast voice announced as soon as he shut the door.
I reappeared more scared than I had ever been in my life. I looked over at Dumbledore surprised to find him not angry but sad. "I have a guess you had a worthy reason for lying to me earlier, but I have other things we must talk about first. To start with, Draco-"
"I was going to leave, honestly, but I heard him say something about trial against Mr. Malfoy and I-"
"Hush, there are many reasons for being curious, what I want to say is that he has proven himself innocent to me, and now I must ask you not to tell anyone. Not a soul, Ginny. Do you understand?"
I nodded, still scared of possibly being expelled.
"Good. About your powers, shall we go through the questions once more? Has anything happened this summer?"
I knew tonight would be terrible when I went to them for my lesson. What could I say? Not only had Draco somehow found part of it out, but Dumbledore needed to know. Quietly I began the story that had been known by no one all summer.
A/N sorry for being so evil to all of you readers but I can't explain what she is or who they are just yet. I already have the scene in which you will finally find it out all planed. What awesome reviewers though. Hermoine Gulliver, and Dark Night had reviewed 3 times last time I checked. Well, usual goes as always, More reviews mean I continue. No reviews and I will have to find something else that interests you guys.
TigerWolf
A/N well sorry this took so long to get up but this chapter took a long time to write. It's been incredable with all of the reviewers. Let's get on with it then. I don't own anything but Ginny's powers and the plot.
How had he known? No this couldn't be possible. No one knew. I had been sworn in to their secrecy and hadn't told a soul. I turned away and fled the store without another word not knowing what else to do. Maybe I didn't want to be born under the order of the Phoenix. Maybe I could just return all the magical gifts and such and never speak to them again. They could find another girl to do It, couldn't they? No of course not. I was the chosen one. I would have to confide in them tonight to tell them that Draco had some how mysteriously figured some of it out. What would they say or do to me? Oh why?
I quickly brushed a few tears of frustration from my face and continued to storm about the street knocking into someone. Harry! Son of a dementor! Could this day get any worse?
"Ginny, what's wrong?" Ha I know that's a false note of sympathy.
"Nothing." I shrugged. I am only his best friend's little sister and I don't need false emotion from the boy who lived.
"Come on Ginny. I can see your crying. Please just tell me." The wind blew through the abandoned seeming streets containing only the two of us. My hair flailed behind me wildly and a few of his raven black bangs fell elegantly into his emerald green eyes and I melted. His hand felt so good where it rests against my shoulder. Maybe he wasn't faking it. It could've been real emotion. Oh they should have found someone else born under a silly star to be the Order of the Phoenix.
His hand slid around my back and I couldn't fight my feelings for him any longer. I traveled at his side slowly allowing a smile to creep across my face. Ron, holding tightly to Hermoine's hand, shot Harry a look and he only shruged in response. I was in heaven, everything is perfect except the knowledge that someone hiding in the shadows is watching me. I could feel his eyes trace my figure as they move down my back, and even though I couldn't see my watchers face, I can tell it's angered and hurt.
"You all right, Gin," Harry asked.
"Yeah, just thinking," I responded shaking my head and trying to rid myself of the thoughts of who could possibly be watching me. Unfortunately they stayed as well as a distant picture of Draco
***-
Mother of Selene! Why am I such a stupid twit who had to blurt my knowledge of her secret out? Now that I've done that my ghost of a chance with her has just vanished like smoke in the dark. She swept off and I followed, hiding of course. I dragged Jason just so he wouldn't get lost or abandoned. Some people's ideas of retaliation to all the dark magic would be killing Death Eaters families. Sad and disgusting but I must realize that they don't always know that a cold Death Eater couldn't care less if his family was murdered. They would just have to go off and find another woman capable of bearing their child in hopes that children who'd be raised as Death Eaters would make their reigning Dark Lord even more pleased with them.
Back to Ginny. She was pushed from my grasp and into the hands of the wonderful and oh so famous Harry Potter. I stared from the shadows, squeezing tighter and tighter to Jason's hand until I realized it and he whimpered. The rest of our purchases were rather quick, my pale face remained an emotionless pale but Jason continued to stare at me concerned.
"Are you sad she's gone?" He knew so much, there was no point in hiding it from him.
"Yes, yes I am very sad that she is with Potte- I mean Harry." I glanced over at Jason.
"I don't think you like Harry. Do you? He looks like he doesn't like you either."
I heaved a heavy sigh. "No Jason to be honest we both hate each other. Why do you have to ask so many questions?"
"Cause I think you don't like Ginny. I think you love her." With this last bit he yelped and took off running and laughing. I smirked. I had never had a true childhood filled with playing games and making friends. Watching Jason run off I couldn't help but let a little bit of the part of me that had never come out as a kid, finally out. I began to sprint, chasing him, my feet pounding hard but noiselessly on the soft grassy passage back to Hogwarts.
He turned and saw me chasing him and tried to run harder but tripped on a twig and began to fall. I grabbed him inches before he hit the rich dark soil and began to tickle him madly. He screamed and giggled and I howled with laughter. I don't remember ever laughing as much as I just had in my entire life put together. The only thing I do remember from my past are the beatings and lessons in which came with them.
Never speak badly of the dark lord
Never embarrass the family in front of company
Bite your tongue when around elderly
All the beatings weren't for lessons and corrections though some were simply out of direct rage if something hadn't gone well or Father had been drunk.
Don't tell secrets of the family
Quit chatting with Muggles
Never speak or be friends with those who aren't in your house
Never speak to anyone but purebloods
I had gotten quite a beating for the last one. After being severely punished for liking a girl muggle born at age seven, I had traced our blood lines back and discovered that not only did seven generations back a muggle born woman had been married in to our tree, but she also contained no magic whatsoever. When I presented my facts to Father he had yelled angrily for an hour straight. Then he kicked me several times in the chest with his metal toed dragon hide boots. I remember clearly as he locked me in the hidden basement with all the dark magic items and strode off to the vodka cabinet. I had a broken rib that my mother had to sneak in to the dungeon to mend.
Now I lay on the soil laughing and relaxing with Jason. Laughing that perhaps the horrors of my life had ended. That perhaps I would never go home to Father again. Never cry or feel hurt. I could possibly find someone to love and be loved by. Every thing was so nice until an owl swooped over my head. I recognized it as my own and picked up the letter it dropped on my chest.
Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy, it read.
Due to several current events your father, Lucius Draco Malfoy, has been captured and is being tried in a court under the following sentences:
Murder of Muggles
Murder of fellow wizarding folk
Misuse of dark magi
Being a Death Eater
Child and Wife Abuse
Working under He who must not be named
You have been selected as a witness and shall meet with Dumbledore or myself to before the trial set for August 31. Our ministry awaits your owl in response.
Cornalis Fudge
I should've known it wouldn't last.
***-
Who had been watching me? For some reason deep in my heart there is an ache to know whom it could have been watching me. Perhaps Draco… No I can't think that. At least not know when I'm finally in the arms of the guy I have been dreaming about for the last five years.
Reluctantly, I found us on our way back to the castle. Something inside me leapt and I found my stomach in my throat as I saw Draco laughing and tickling a squealing Jason. Both looked as if they're having the time of their lives. Harry grumbled and immediately walks us on a longer path that's even further from them. Maybe it's the rebel inside of me, but I pulled him back on the path closer to Draco, so I could watch them.
I smiled and waved to Jason, as he spotted me and waved back. Draco however never looked up. His laughter had ended and he stared down at a parchment letter, with his brow furrowed in distress. He looked very upset, perhaps even worried. I entered the castle and find Dumbledore smiling down upon us to greet us. Yet his smile had a grim tired look of confusion and worry much like Draco's.
"I see you all have arrived back from your trip to Hogsmeade safely. Wonderful. Miss Weasley… May I have a word with you for a moment?" I smiled and nodded, clueless on why the headmaster would need to speak to me and me only. The others didn't seem to know either and Harry gave me an odd glance as he removed his arm from where securely it had been wrapped around my waist. The others began their way up to the Gryffindor tower.
We traveled in silence, only speaking once when Dumbledore offered me a lemon drop from the bag he was holding. I have only been to his head office twice, once in my first year right after Harry saved me from Tom Riddle. I stepped quickly in an upbeat sort of way. Was it just me or did he seem in a small hurry. We entered, the large gargoyle springing aside at the instant that Dumbledore says Drooble's best blowing bubble gum.
"Miss Ginny, there is a strange sort of power around you. Perhaps is there something you'd like to tell me about what has happened to you over the summer?" I simply stared into his glass bottle blue eyes and shook my head. He sighed heavily, and I could tell he knew something was up. "Has anything strange at all happened? Like since your very… eventful first year?" I once again lie shaking my head, but this time frowning as well.
Draco busted through the door, thankfully interrupting our conversation. Dumbledore told me I was excused, but a snippet of their talk about a trial caught my attention. So I stepped through the door shutting it quickly, before once more turning invisible. With a snap of my fingers I was able to walk through the walls of his office. I sat silently in a chair listening to their conversation.
"I can't go up against my father in trial! That's impossible. You know as well as I do that no one would listen to me versus him. Let's say I do go against him and the trial fails. What will I do then? I can't go home! He'd probably kill me." Draco scowled throwing his arms down in anger.
"Relax Draco. I understand. Fudge is coming and I will talk to him about possibly getting a later date for the trial, but you must know what the Wizards of the world are thinking. They want retaliation and they want it now." Dumbledore paused and I saw Draco shudder. "Maybe we will at least be able to prove your innocence to the world with the scar, and with a special curse show that it came from your father's wand."
"What about Jason? He is too young to stand up against his father in court. We can't send him back to his father either," Draco stated.
"We still haven't decided what's to be done with Jason yet- Ah Fudge, you've arrived. We were just discussing it. Did you travel well?"
Fudge walked into the room nearly sitting on me where I sat completely dumbfounded at what had been said. I squeaked scooting over quickly, and I could've sworn that Dumbledore's eyes lingered over me for a moment.
"Good to see you Dumbledore. I've just arrived by portkey. This must Lucius' son." Once more I saw Draco shudder and look away in disgust.
"On to business. Fudge, a later date needs to be set for the trial."
"Why, everyone knows Lucius is innocent. All he needs to do is prompt the few that don't with a few pounds." Fudge stated calmly.
"Your wrong." Draco glared up at Fudge, probably knowing Fudge knew he was right and was just to scared of the Malfoy name to question.
"Hush boy! You're probably just angry with him for punishing your ungrateful tongue. Dumbledore, explain why a later date could be useful in a way any sort." Fudge spat back.
"Because the boy, more preferably known as Draco, is correct." Fudge lost all composure staring wide eyed at Dumbledore and Draco.
"You must be kidding, Albus. You've not fallen for the child's lies, have you?"
"A lie becomes a truth when the liar provides proof," Dumbledore commented.
"Are you saying he has some sort of evidence?" Fudge looked miffed.
"Precisely." Dumbledore gave a sorry smile.
"Show me this… proof!" Fudge stood from his seat.
"Draco I'm afraid you must remove your shirt so he may see the… scars." Fudge shook his head as if this had no way possible of convincing him. My eyes grew round in shock and I recast the invisibility spell on my self.
Sighing heavily, and not knowing a girl of fourteen, me to be precise, was watching his every movement, Draco undid the first few elaborate silver fastenings, and pulled his shirt off. I nearly fell off my chair. Long scars from beating after beating covered his back, several looking fresh and deep. Fudge, looking totally shocked, swallowed very hard before mentioning that he would see what he could do about the later date for the trial. With that Draco replaced his shirt and Fudge left at a quick speed walking pace.
"Perhaps I may be excused? I think I'll take a flight on my broom to cool down a bit before I go back to the dungeons."
"Yes of course Draco." Draco looked at his feet, hiding his emotion filled eyes from me, as he strode unknowingly passed. "Ginny, would you be so kind as to return to visibility. I have a bit more it seems to speak with you about," Dumbledore's downcast voice announced as soon as he shut the door.
I reappeared more scared than I had ever been in my life. I looked over at Dumbledore surprised to find him not angry but sad. "I have a guess you had a worthy reason for lying to me earlier, but I have other things we must talk about first. To start with, Draco-"
"I was going to leave, honestly, but I heard him say something about trial against Mr. Malfoy and I-"
"Hush, there are many reasons for being curious, what I want to say is that he has proven himself innocent to me, and now I must ask you not to tell anyone. Not a soul, Ginny. Do you understand?"
I nodded, still scared of possibly being expelled.
"Good. About your powers, shall we go through the questions once more? Has anything happened this summer?"
I knew tonight would be terrible when I went to them for my lesson. What could I say? Not only had Draco somehow found part of it out, but Dumbledore needed to know. Quietly I began the story that had been known by no one all summer.
A/N sorry for being so evil to all of you readers but I can't explain what she is or who they are just yet. I already have the scene in which you will finally find it out all planed. What awesome reviewers though. Hermoine Gulliver, and Dark Night had reviewed 3 times last time I checked. Well, usual goes as always, More reviews mean I continue. No reviews and I will have to find something else that interests you guys.
TigerWolf