The Truth Behind The Lies
Disclaimer: Okay, okay you know the drill, I don't own nowt! It all belongs to JK Rowling, bless her little cotten socks! (and yes I am from Lancashire but no, not all of us sounds like that not even i sound like that)
Chapter Three
Ginny walked quickly through the already crowded streets of Diagon Alley, even though it was only early in the morning, Ginny was finding it difficult to get through the crowds of people. She had often wondered if the people ever left at night to go home, it always seemed to be the same people, the same old woman complaining about the price of potion ingrediants, the same kids admiring the latest broomstick model, and the same old Ginny Weasley, hurrying through the crowds, already late for her meeting.
Her meeting was with her new client, he had been arrested for the murder of three muggles, three muggles who were also the only family of Harry Potter. Her brothers best friend and her...Well she wasn't sure how he stood in her life, she knew her long time crush on him had gone but she sometimes wondered what could have happened. Her clients name was Draco Malfoy, anybody who went to Hogwarts with him would describe him as arrogant, snotty, evil and the hated enemy of Harry Potter. Already Ginny could see the evidence was against him, but that was where she came in. As Draco's defence attorney it was her job to prove he was innocent and to also hopefully find out who would frame him. It wasn't going to be an easy case, but Ginny was confident, she had already proven the innocence of a dozen or more people and at the same time proven who had commited the crime.
She found Draco sitting on a hard wooden chair, his face was emotionless, like Narcissa he had silky silvery blonde hair and ice blue eyes, blonde eyelashes framed his eyes. Although he was sitting down she could tell he was tall, he was also muscular, *probably from playing Quidditch* she mused to herself as she sat down infront of him, arranging her robes comfortably.
"Hi Mr Malfoy, I'm going to be your defence attorney." Ginny said brightly, Draco remained silent, and Ginny wondered if he had heard her.
"I said.." She was cut off by Draco,
"I heard what you said,"
"Then why didn't you say anything?" Draco snorted, "What could I say? I'm not going to bless your little cotten socks just because you've agreed to help me." Ginny could feel herself beginning to blush, and she silently cursed herself for blushing so easily.
"You don't have to 'bless my little cotten socks' as you put it, but you could have at least have acknowleged that I spoke." Opening her case she pulled out a stack of parchment and a quick notes quill, setting them down in front of her, if Draco even noticed that she had moved he didn't show it, instead he just sighed and stared at the door. "Draco, is it alright if I call you Draco?" Draco shrugged and Ginny assumed that meant yes, "Draco, just tell me where you were on the 26th of January?"
"Not that it is any of your business but I was at my home."
"Can anybody account for you being there? Draco rolled his eyes, "no, I gave all my staff the night off, yes I know, suspicious sounding but I felt they needed to relax, with the recent trouble with other magical communities they were getting nervous." Ginny nodded, knowing all to well what was happening, any foreign witches and wizards were being attacked by people who blamed foreigners for Voldemorts second upraising.
"My cook and maid are both from Russia, my maid though was followed by a hooded stranger, she was so scared I let her have the night off. I know you're probably thinking this is all crap, why would evil old Draco Malfoy let a simple serving girl have the night off?" He glared at Ginny angrily, "But then again, why wouldn't I?"
"I didn't doubt your story, why do you feel the need to prove yourself? To argue with me?"
"Because of who I am! I'm Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, Death eater in training, evil, arrogant rich bastard, but if you look at my arm you'll see I have no dark mark, I left home years ago, but to everybody else that doesn't matter, to them I am just another Malfoy, another Slytherin." Standing up Draco pulled his sleeve up, his arm was bare, no sign of a dark mark, but Ginny already knew it wouldn't be there, when Narcissa had told her he hadn't joined she had believed her, she could tell Narcissa was worried about her son, she also knew Narcissa was just another mother who knew her son better than he knew himself.
Turning Draco walked towards the window, he had been surprised when Ginny Weasley had walked in and announced herself as his defence attorney, he hadn't meant to be so rude but his wound on the back of his head hadn't been healed and having spent the night on a hard wooden bed his mood was not good. What had also surprised him was Ginny's appearance, he remembered her at Hogwarts having been skinny, but tall, with no apparant figure, and rather plain looking, she was now tall curvy and beautiful, her robes were immaculate and her long wavy red hair was pinned up on top of her head with a few strands hanging loosed around her face.
"Draco, your head, great Merlin, what did they do to you?" Ginny was insantly standing next to him, her wand in hand, after a few minutes of her muttering various healing spells he could feel his head begin to stop stinging, and the dizzy feeling he was beginning to get was gone.
"It was just a bump, but I thankyou for fixing it."
"Draco! That was not a bump, who did this to you?" Draco shrugged, "ask Longbottom, they are his men." Ginny smothered a laugh,
"Neville? In charge of men? You're kidding right?" Draco laughed a hollow laugh,
"Nope, he seemed to take pleasure in arresting me." Turning he sat back down in his chair, and stared at the wall, sensing she would get no more from him she turned to leave, as she did she heard him say something so quiet it was almost a whisper,
"I'm innocent."
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"VIRGINIA WEASLEY, I ABSOLUTELY FORBID YOU TO DEFEND MALFOY!" Ginny sighed, she could have predicted Ron's outburst, because deep down she having the same argument.
"Ron, listen, I know he's a Malfoy, and you all hate Malfoys but, he's innocent this time, I can feel it." Ron snorted and Ginny felt herself getting angry,
"And anyway Mr high and mighty I'm twenty five years old, I have my own apartment, you cannot order me around like I was a kid of twelve!"
"Oh Great, thats how it is, is it? You get your own apartment and forget about Harry, forget all he's done for you because of old Slytherins. This is how you repay him? You are not fit to call yourself a Weasley!" Hurt Ginny felt tears well up in her eyes,
"I'm just doing my job Ron, I'd have thought you of all people would have understood that." Ginny remembered the day Ron had burst in through the front door waving a set of Quidditch robes, he had made the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team as a Seeker, which meant in a few years time he would be competing against Harry for the position as Seeker on the England Quidditch team. Harry had understood then, but she wondered if he would understand now.
"Harry, I'm so sorry, but you understand I have to defend him, don't you?" Harry had been deep in thought and he shook himself out of his reverie and smiled, "Yeah I understand Gin, but I want to know, is he really innocent, because the evidence is against him." Ginny sighed and nodded, relief seemed to wash over her and she felt better than she had felt for days.
"Harry, I'd stake my career on the fact he's innocent, something happened to him that changed him, sure he's sarcastic, annoying, and a big, snotty git but he's an innocent sarcastic, annoying, big, snotty git." Harry laughed and reached a hand out, taking Ginnys in his own he shook it,
"Well then Miss Weasley, is there anything your pig headed brother and I can do to find out who did it?" Ron let out a low growl and moaned, a sign that he had given in,
"Fine, but I'm not going to help you pick up your career when he is sent to Azkaban." Ginny grinned and hugged Ron,
"Thanks Ron, thanks Harry, you guys are the best!" Harry laughed and Ron's ears turned red,
"No problem, I may not be related to you, but you are still my little sister, in a manner of speaking, anything I can do to help let me know." A sudden thought struck Ginny and she reached out a hand moving Harry's fringe slightly revealing a lightning bolt shaped scar. It was the scar given to him by Voldemort when he was one year old, the curse used was the same curse used to kill his parents and now his aunt, uncle and cousin.
"Harry, would you say that people are more than willing to help you if they know who you are?" Harry looked confused but nodded, "Don't worry, I haven't gone mad, could you get Fudge to give you all the information you can find on what happened that night and any clues they have as to who it was?"
"I'm not sure, I could try, but I think Hermione might have more chance. She recently got promoted to a position of being the Minister Of Magic's assistant." Ginny grinned and clapped her hands together, "Okay guys, listen up, Ron I need you to talk to the neighbours, just say you are from the police, transfigure something to look like a muggle detectives badge, Harry you and Hermione at the moment hold a lot of influence over Fudge, use that to get unlimited access to Malfoys file." Ron looked sceptical and said,
"What are you going to do while we do all the work?"
"Thats obvious, I need Draco close by so I can talk to him when I need to talk to him, I'm going to apply for Dracos bail, untill the trial he will be free to go where he pleases, he will wear a magic bracelet that will let the ministry know if he tries to apparate out of the immediate area and if he tries to remove the bracelet it will grow smaller." Harry looked impressed and Ron just sighed and transfigured a banana into a detective badge.
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Narcissa woke up with a sharp pain in her head, looking round she saw she had been locked in a bedroom, her wand had been taken away from her and the windows locked. "Damn," She said to herself as she examined the windows, one of the windows was ajar slightly and pushing it Narcissa managed to get it open just enough for her to fit through. Looking around the room she searched through the cupboards for a rope or sheet or something she could use to climb down the side of the house, she now wished she hadn't insisted on the bedrooms being at the top of the house, the house was at least four stories, and it was a long way down. In one of the wardrobes she found a collection of old broomsticks, she recognised them as belonging to Draco when he was younger, most of them had the twigs falling out but some of them were fairly new looking. Pulling out a broomstick she nearly cried with relief when she saw it was a Nimbus 2000, she would be able to fly fairly fast on it, the only problem was where she could go.
Feeling in her pockets she pulled out a piece of paper, on it was an address, it said,
Ginny Weasley,
The Burrow
Lancashire
(A/N I dont know where The Burrow is, but the Weasleys strike me as being from Lancashire, plus i can get a good description in being from Lancashire myself.)
After waiting a few hours Narcissa climbed onto the window ledge and pulled herself onto the broomstick, praying that her flying lessons would come back to her, that it was true that flying was like mixing a potion, you never forgot.
Within minutes she was soaring through the air, her blood covered hair flying out behind her like a banner, she wished she had a cloak, but the thought of going back and facing Lucius stopped her from shivering. By the time the sun was starting to rise she could tell she was over Lancashire, a mixture of old unused mills, houses, fields and in the distance the beautiful sight of Pendle Hill raising up before her, she remembered from her History Of Magic classes that Pendle was well known for Witches and she felt as if she was in a friendly county.
The Burrow was situated in the middle of a large field surrounded by trees, a small river ran along the front of the house and exictedly Narcissa turned in the direction of The Burrow.
Molly Weasley was washing up in the kitchen and dreaming of a new magical cook book that was being brought out for Witches on a budget. A weak knocking on the door dragged her back to the present time and wiping her hands on a tea towel she made her way past the table to the back door. Opening the door she gasped at the sight of Narcissa Malfoy leaning tiredly against her broomstick, Narcissa smiled weakly before fainting, and catching her Molly carried her into the livingroom where Ron, Harry, Ginny and Hermione were discussing Ginny's latest case.
"Mum, what happened?" Ron asked as Ginny helped her put Narcissa on the sofa,
"I don't know dear, it seems as though she's been attacked, or something, Hermione dear could you get me my medical book from the shelf, these injuries are fairly serious." Hermione nodded and stood up, walking over to the bookshelf she scanned the titles, finally she found the book she was searching for and passed it to Molly who smiled worriedly.
Muttering a few healing spells stopped the blood that was flowing down Narcissa's pale face, and in a few minutes the large purple bruises that covered her face were slowly fading, Ginny has been sitting on the end of the sofa sobbing. She felt guilty that somebody she was trying to help got beaten up, especially as it was obviously done by her husband.
"Ginny, its not your fault, you didn't know this would happen." It was Harry, looking up she pushed a lock of red hair out of her eyes and forced a half hearted smile, the truth was she just didn't feel like smiling.
"I know Harry, I know, but when I get my hands on the bastard who did this I will have them sent to Azkaban faster than you can say Abra Cadabra." Harry grinned,
"Glad to see our fiery little Ginny is back!"
A/N I finished chapter three! yay review please.
Disclaimer: Okay, okay you know the drill, I don't own nowt! It all belongs to JK Rowling, bless her little cotten socks! (and yes I am from Lancashire but no, not all of us sounds like that not even i sound like that)
Chapter Three
Ginny walked quickly through the already crowded streets of Diagon Alley, even though it was only early in the morning, Ginny was finding it difficult to get through the crowds of people. She had often wondered if the people ever left at night to go home, it always seemed to be the same people, the same old woman complaining about the price of potion ingrediants, the same kids admiring the latest broomstick model, and the same old Ginny Weasley, hurrying through the crowds, already late for her meeting.
Her meeting was with her new client, he had been arrested for the murder of three muggles, three muggles who were also the only family of Harry Potter. Her brothers best friend and her...Well she wasn't sure how he stood in her life, she knew her long time crush on him had gone but she sometimes wondered what could have happened. Her clients name was Draco Malfoy, anybody who went to Hogwarts with him would describe him as arrogant, snotty, evil and the hated enemy of Harry Potter. Already Ginny could see the evidence was against him, but that was where she came in. As Draco's defence attorney it was her job to prove he was innocent and to also hopefully find out who would frame him. It wasn't going to be an easy case, but Ginny was confident, she had already proven the innocence of a dozen or more people and at the same time proven who had commited the crime.
She found Draco sitting on a hard wooden chair, his face was emotionless, like Narcissa he had silky silvery blonde hair and ice blue eyes, blonde eyelashes framed his eyes. Although he was sitting down she could tell he was tall, he was also muscular, *probably from playing Quidditch* she mused to herself as she sat down infront of him, arranging her robes comfortably.
"Hi Mr Malfoy, I'm going to be your defence attorney." Ginny said brightly, Draco remained silent, and Ginny wondered if he had heard her.
"I said.." She was cut off by Draco,
"I heard what you said,"
"Then why didn't you say anything?" Draco snorted, "What could I say? I'm not going to bless your little cotten socks just because you've agreed to help me." Ginny could feel herself beginning to blush, and she silently cursed herself for blushing so easily.
"You don't have to 'bless my little cotten socks' as you put it, but you could have at least have acknowleged that I spoke." Opening her case she pulled out a stack of parchment and a quick notes quill, setting them down in front of her, if Draco even noticed that she had moved he didn't show it, instead he just sighed and stared at the door. "Draco, is it alright if I call you Draco?" Draco shrugged and Ginny assumed that meant yes, "Draco, just tell me where you were on the 26th of January?"
"Not that it is any of your business but I was at my home."
"Can anybody account for you being there? Draco rolled his eyes, "no, I gave all my staff the night off, yes I know, suspicious sounding but I felt they needed to relax, with the recent trouble with other magical communities they were getting nervous." Ginny nodded, knowing all to well what was happening, any foreign witches and wizards were being attacked by people who blamed foreigners for Voldemorts second upraising.
"My cook and maid are both from Russia, my maid though was followed by a hooded stranger, she was so scared I let her have the night off. I know you're probably thinking this is all crap, why would evil old Draco Malfoy let a simple serving girl have the night off?" He glared at Ginny angrily, "But then again, why wouldn't I?"
"I didn't doubt your story, why do you feel the need to prove yourself? To argue with me?"
"Because of who I am! I'm Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, Death eater in training, evil, arrogant rich bastard, but if you look at my arm you'll see I have no dark mark, I left home years ago, but to everybody else that doesn't matter, to them I am just another Malfoy, another Slytherin." Standing up Draco pulled his sleeve up, his arm was bare, no sign of a dark mark, but Ginny already knew it wouldn't be there, when Narcissa had told her he hadn't joined she had believed her, she could tell Narcissa was worried about her son, she also knew Narcissa was just another mother who knew her son better than he knew himself.
Turning Draco walked towards the window, he had been surprised when Ginny Weasley had walked in and announced herself as his defence attorney, he hadn't meant to be so rude but his wound on the back of his head hadn't been healed and having spent the night on a hard wooden bed his mood was not good. What had also surprised him was Ginny's appearance, he remembered her at Hogwarts having been skinny, but tall, with no apparant figure, and rather plain looking, she was now tall curvy and beautiful, her robes were immaculate and her long wavy red hair was pinned up on top of her head with a few strands hanging loosed around her face.
"Draco, your head, great Merlin, what did they do to you?" Ginny was insantly standing next to him, her wand in hand, after a few minutes of her muttering various healing spells he could feel his head begin to stop stinging, and the dizzy feeling he was beginning to get was gone.
"It was just a bump, but I thankyou for fixing it."
"Draco! That was not a bump, who did this to you?" Draco shrugged, "ask Longbottom, they are his men." Ginny smothered a laugh,
"Neville? In charge of men? You're kidding right?" Draco laughed a hollow laugh,
"Nope, he seemed to take pleasure in arresting me." Turning he sat back down in his chair, and stared at the wall, sensing she would get no more from him she turned to leave, as she did she heard him say something so quiet it was almost a whisper,
"I'm innocent."
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"VIRGINIA WEASLEY, I ABSOLUTELY FORBID YOU TO DEFEND MALFOY!" Ginny sighed, she could have predicted Ron's outburst, because deep down she having the same argument.
"Ron, listen, I know he's a Malfoy, and you all hate Malfoys but, he's innocent this time, I can feel it." Ron snorted and Ginny felt herself getting angry,
"And anyway Mr high and mighty I'm twenty five years old, I have my own apartment, you cannot order me around like I was a kid of twelve!"
"Oh Great, thats how it is, is it? You get your own apartment and forget about Harry, forget all he's done for you because of old Slytherins. This is how you repay him? You are not fit to call yourself a Weasley!" Hurt Ginny felt tears well up in her eyes,
"I'm just doing my job Ron, I'd have thought you of all people would have understood that." Ginny remembered the day Ron had burst in through the front door waving a set of Quidditch robes, he had made the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team as a Seeker, which meant in a few years time he would be competing against Harry for the position as Seeker on the England Quidditch team. Harry had understood then, but she wondered if he would understand now.
"Harry, I'm so sorry, but you understand I have to defend him, don't you?" Harry had been deep in thought and he shook himself out of his reverie and smiled, "Yeah I understand Gin, but I want to know, is he really innocent, because the evidence is against him." Ginny sighed and nodded, relief seemed to wash over her and she felt better than she had felt for days.
"Harry, I'd stake my career on the fact he's innocent, something happened to him that changed him, sure he's sarcastic, annoying, and a big, snotty git but he's an innocent sarcastic, annoying, big, snotty git." Harry laughed and reached a hand out, taking Ginnys in his own he shook it,
"Well then Miss Weasley, is there anything your pig headed brother and I can do to find out who did it?" Ron let out a low growl and moaned, a sign that he had given in,
"Fine, but I'm not going to help you pick up your career when he is sent to Azkaban." Ginny grinned and hugged Ron,
"Thanks Ron, thanks Harry, you guys are the best!" Harry laughed and Ron's ears turned red,
"No problem, I may not be related to you, but you are still my little sister, in a manner of speaking, anything I can do to help let me know." A sudden thought struck Ginny and she reached out a hand moving Harry's fringe slightly revealing a lightning bolt shaped scar. It was the scar given to him by Voldemort when he was one year old, the curse used was the same curse used to kill his parents and now his aunt, uncle and cousin.
"Harry, would you say that people are more than willing to help you if they know who you are?" Harry looked confused but nodded, "Don't worry, I haven't gone mad, could you get Fudge to give you all the information you can find on what happened that night and any clues they have as to who it was?"
"I'm not sure, I could try, but I think Hermione might have more chance. She recently got promoted to a position of being the Minister Of Magic's assistant." Ginny grinned and clapped her hands together, "Okay guys, listen up, Ron I need you to talk to the neighbours, just say you are from the police, transfigure something to look like a muggle detectives badge, Harry you and Hermione at the moment hold a lot of influence over Fudge, use that to get unlimited access to Malfoys file." Ron looked sceptical and said,
"What are you going to do while we do all the work?"
"Thats obvious, I need Draco close by so I can talk to him when I need to talk to him, I'm going to apply for Dracos bail, untill the trial he will be free to go where he pleases, he will wear a magic bracelet that will let the ministry know if he tries to apparate out of the immediate area and if he tries to remove the bracelet it will grow smaller." Harry looked impressed and Ron just sighed and transfigured a banana into a detective badge.
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Narcissa woke up with a sharp pain in her head, looking round she saw she had been locked in a bedroom, her wand had been taken away from her and the windows locked. "Damn," She said to herself as she examined the windows, one of the windows was ajar slightly and pushing it Narcissa managed to get it open just enough for her to fit through. Looking around the room she searched through the cupboards for a rope or sheet or something she could use to climb down the side of the house, she now wished she hadn't insisted on the bedrooms being at the top of the house, the house was at least four stories, and it was a long way down. In one of the wardrobes she found a collection of old broomsticks, she recognised them as belonging to Draco when he was younger, most of them had the twigs falling out but some of them were fairly new looking. Pulling out a broomstick she nearly cried with relief when she saw it was a Nimbus 2000, she would be able to fly fairly fast on it, the only problem was where she could go.
Feeling in her pockets she pulled out a piece of paper, on it was an address, it said,
Ginny Weasley,
The Burrow
Lancashire
(A/N I dont know where The Burrow is, but the Weasleys strike me as being from Lancashire, plus i can get a good description in being from Lancashire myself.)
After waiting a few hours Narcissa climbed onto the window ledge and pulled herself onto the broomstick, praying that her flying lessons would come back to her, that it was true that flying was like mixing a potion, you never forgot.
Within minutes she was soaring through the air, her blood covered hair flying out behind her like a banner, she wished she had a cloak, but the thought of going back and facing Lucius stopped her from shivering. By the time the sun was starting to rise she could tell she was over Lancashire, a mixture of old unused mills, houses, fields and in the distance the beautiful sight of Pendle Hill raising up before her, she remembered from her History Of Magic classes that Pendle was well known for Witches and she felt as if she was in a friendly county.
The Burrow was situated in the middle of a large field surrounded by trees, a small river ran along the front of the house and exictedly Narcissa turned in the direction of The Burrow.
Molly Weasley was washing up in the kitchen and dreaming of a new magical cook book that was being brought out for Witches on a budget. A weak knocking on the door dragged her back to the present time and wiping her hands on a tea towel she made her way past the table to the back door. Opening the door she gasped at the sight of Narcissa Malfoy leaning tiredly against her broomstick, Narcissa smiled weakly before fainting, and catching her Molly carried her into the livingroom where Ron, Harry, Ginny and Hermione were discussing Ginny's latest case.
"Mum, what happened?" Ron asked as Ginny helped her put Narcissa on the sofa,
"I don't know dear, it seems as though she's been attacked, or something, Hermione dear could you get me my medical book from the shelf, these injuries are fairly serious." Hermione nodded and stood up, walking over to the bookshelf she scanned the titles, finally she found the book she was searching for and passed it to Molly who smiled worriedly.
Muttering a few healing spells stopped the blood that was flowing down Narcissa's pale face, and in a few minutes the large purple bruises that covered her face were slowly fading, Ginny has been sitting on the end of the sofa sobbing. She felt guilty that somebody she was trying to help got beaten up, especially as it was obviously done by her husband.
"Ginny, its not your fault, you didn't know this would happen." It was Harry, looking up she pushed a lock of red hair out of her eyes and forced a half hearted smile, the truth was she just didn't feel like smiling.
"I know Harry, I know, but when I get my hands on the bastard who did this I will have them sent to Azkaban faster than you can say Abra Cadabra." Harry grinned,
"Glad to see our fiery little Ginny is back!"
A/N I finished chapter three! yay review please.