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A/N: I'm so sorry this one took so long! Ok, enough of my chatter. Onto the story!
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a bit of that old spirit there whether it be strings or chains that bind you i hope this finds you well...
he is wild but he is mellow he is strong but he is weak he is cruel but he is gentle he is wise but he is meek..
(don quixote)
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Piercing the Darkness
Chapter 13 True Identities
******
The sun shone brightly on her face, and Ginny rolled over in her bed. She didn't want to wake up. Sleep was her only escape from the burden of the day. But it was hopeless now-- her mind was fully out of its sleepy stupor. Sighing, she got out of bed and decided to take a long hot shower. She shivered as her feet touched the cold floor, and she hurriedly grabbed some clothes.
There was only one bathroom on the floor, which unfortunately meant she and Malfoy had to share. She of course was used to sharing one bathroom with six older brothers...but having to share one with Malfoy was much different. 'He's probably already up and showered.' Ginny thought as she glanced out her window to see the sun already high in the sky. As she opened the door something caught her eye. She glanced down and gasped. It was a single red rose. Ginny stared at it bewildered, and rigidly bent over dropping her clothes in the process, and picked it up. There was no doubt in her mind who had left it there.
Ginny didn't know what to think of it. Was this rose a real sign of sweetness and affection from Draco? It just didn't seem like a very Malfoy- ish type of thing-leaving flowers at someone's door.
She sighed as she sniffed the luscious scent of the rose, and she placed it in the vase with the daisies. It contrasted greatly with the white of the other flowers around it, having the imaginary effect of a drop of blood on pure white snow.
After showering, dressing, and primping, Ginny went down the hall to the small kitchen the Fletcher's had built on the second floor, for the sole reason of renting. When she entered she saw Malfoy sitting at the small circular table, and reading what looked like a muggle newspaper.
"Good morning." Ginny said timidly.
Malfoy glanced over his newspaper, ruefully reminding Ginny of her dad and how he would look over the top of his paper and smile at Ginny in the mornings at the Burrow.
"Good afternoon is more like it." Malfoy said with a touch of amusement in his voice. "Like sleeping in did you?"
"I would have preferred to wake up at Hogwarts." Ginny shot back quickly.
Draco sighed and returned to reading the newspaper.
"Why so interested in the muggle news?" Ginny asked as she prepared a bagel for herself.
He laid the paper down on the table, leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. Ginny couldn't help admitting to herself that she loved his look of repose.
"It was something to do." He answered. Ginny had a feeling that he wasn't being entirely truthful.
"Where'd you get it from?" she asked as though it was a great interest to her.
Malfoy smile mischievously.
"I stole it from the Fletcher's. Went outside and picked it up before they were even awake."
"Aren't you a bad boy now!" Ginny said sarcastically, as she noted how delighted he seemed with himself for stealing a newspaper.
"Hey!" he shot back, almost playfully. "It was hard work, getting downstairs and outside to get that thing without waking the muggles!"
Ginny laughed and sat down across from him, a toasted bagel and cream cheese in her hand.
"You really shouldn't have done that you know." She said, her tone becoming a bit more serious.
"Done what?" Malfoy asked in a seemingly puzzled voice.
"Stolen that paper from the Fletcher's!"
"Oh." He waved his hand as though dismissing it. "Those people are to thick to even notice that it's gone."
"That's not very nice." Ginny said. "They were so willing to rent this place to you. You don't often come across deals like this one."
Malfoy paused for a minute, as though lost in deep thought. Ginny noticed a slight frown come across his face.
"Yeah..." he said, standing up.
Ginny stared up at him. Why couldn't she figure this boy out?
Draco's face suddenly broke into a reluctant smile and he bent down, eye- level with Ginny.
"You've got some cream-cheese on your nose." He said softly.
Ginny blushed, and moved her hand, about to wipe it off. But Malfoy reached out and caught it.
"You should leave it-it makes you look even tastier." He said grinning.
Ginny had that tingling sensation in her stomach as Draco held onto her hand and spoke to her. For a moment she became lost in his eyes, but he quickly stood up and cleared his throat. He remained there for a second before glancing uneasily at her, as though he desperately wanted to tell her something, but instead he hastily left the room.
She stared after him, wondering about what had just happened.
******
Harry, for the thousandth time that day, repeated everything he could remember of his dream to Ron and Hermione. He had already told Dumbledore and the Weasley's. Mrs. Weasley had immediately burst into tears as Harry had explained the part about Voldemort asking him if he would save who Harry believed to be Ginny.
"Oh Arthur!" Molly Weasley had cried. "My little girl is in the hands of the dark lord!" she was sobbing again, her voice quavering with every word.
"Now Molly," Dumbledore spoke up. "We don't know that for sure." He looked to be pondering over Harry's dream, trying to piece everything together, "Obviously Voldemort is trying to bait Harry."
Harry looked up startled. Voldemort was using Ginny to get to him?!
"You- you mean this is all because of me, and Malfoy could really be working for Voldemort!?" he asked.
"Harry, I said nothing about this situation being your fault." Dumbledore replied. "And about Draco Malfoy...I am not sure."
Harry waited until Ron had finished comforting his mother and was ready to leave before he lowered his voice to ask Dumbledore the question he hadn't want to ask in front of Mrs. Weasley.
"You think Malfoy was the one Voldemort was talking about in my dream don't you Professor? When Voldemort told that other person that only one of them would die?"
Dumbledore solemnly looked Harry, Ron, and Hermione over.
"Come to me right away if you have another dream or vision Harry." He said, not answering Harry's question. "Now scoot along to class."
"But Professor.." Ron cut in, desperate to know the answer to Harry's question
"You heard me Mr. Weasley. We will talk some other time."
The three of them hung their heads and silently headed to Care of Magical Creatures.
******
Ginny checked to make sure that Draco was in his room before silently tiptoeing down the stairs. There was no use in even trying to escape from this place, she had already tried sneaking out the front door, but found to her disappointment that she was unable to get it open. Malfoy must not have been lying when he had said that he had many curses on her.
But she was able to go out to the stable, which made things a bit easier. Even if she was unable to get through the fence that surrounded the property.
Julie whinnied as Ginny approached her stall. She stroked the horse fondly, and picked up a brush that lay nearby. After putting the bridle on Julie, and leading her out of the stall, Ginny stood talking quietly to the horse, and brushing her gleaming chestnut coat.
******
Draco knew he had to get this over with soon. He had found a piece on a missing girl in the muggle newspaper this morning. That missing girl had just happened to be Ginny Weasley.
He had been expecting it. Dumbledore and that crackpot old fool Fudge had always turned to the muggles in times of need. This time having them run a missing persons article in the paper. The article of course had said nothing about where Ginny had been kidnapped, and mentioned nothing about the wizarding world-the journalist probably had no idea. But there was always a chance that a muggle might see Ginny, and recognize her picture from the paper, and tell lots of people before Draco even knew. Which would make things a lot more treacherous for not only himself, but Voldemort, and the death eaters in the cottage as well.
Draco knew he had to act quickly. He sat down in a chair in his room, running over everything in his head. It all had to be perfect.
******
Ginny finally put down Julie's brush, and led her back into the stall. Exhausted, she dropped down to the stable floor, not caring if she got dirty, leaned against a post, and closed her eyes.
She opened her eyes in surprise, she wasn't sure if she had drifted off to sleep or not, but she was sure of what she had just heard. It was the sound of an owl.
Glancing upwards into the rafters of the stable, sure enough, Ginny saw an owl. A barn owl it seemed to be. It was perched on one of the beams, and it turned its head to stare at Ginny. She stared back into the owl's large, brown eyes, and then softly called to it.
At the sound of Ginny's voice the owl ruffled it's feathers and glided down to a lower beam, still staying a good distance away from Ginny. She knew this wasn't an owl from their world; it didn't have any kind of powers as far as she could see. But her father had always said that Ginny had a gift with animals. If she could get a letter to anyone in the wizarding world, someone might be able to help her! And she knew that this would probably be her only chance.
Softly calling to the owl again, Ginny hesitantly stood up, extending her arm towards the owl and begging it to come to her. The owl gazed at her, and Ginny looked straight into its eyes. She pleaded with it in her mind, all the time wondering if it was hopeless. But just when Ginny was about to give up hope, the owl swooped down to an even lower rafter, poised there for a moment, and then came to rest on a box of oats, that Julie liked to eat, still keeping eye contact with Ginny.
Ginny smiled to the owl, and cautiously approached him. The owl seemed to have excepted Ginny's presence, and even allowed her to stroke him. Now all she had to do was find something to write on, and something to write with and hope that the owl would know how to take it to someone.
She entered the storage room in the stable, and looked around for anything to write on. She tripped over something as she walked over to the corner of the room; it was getting dark. She almost ran to the other side of the small room as she spotted a clipboard hanging on the wall. She read the paper that was clipped to it. It held information about Julie's health, and looked to be from what the muggles called a veterinarian. A pen hung from the side, and Ginny almost jumped with joy. She scribbled a note on the back of the paper, telling whomever would receive it to help her and where she thought she was, signed her name, and then took it out to the owl.
The owl seemed to understand what was going on. Ginny knew that even wild owls could be trained to send mail. He clutched the letter in his claws.
"Now take this to someone in my world, maybe to the Burrow if you know where that is, or maybe to Hogwarts." She whispered.
The owl hooted encouragingly and blinked as Ginny smiled at him. She went and opened the stable doors, and watched as the owl flew out into the twilight.
****** Draco came down the stairs, and walked into the only room in the house that had a fireplace, to see the disguised death eaters sitting in front of roaring flames.
"Good evening." Draco said as he came up behind them.
The startled Fletcher's turned around to face him.
"Oh, hello." Mr. Fletcher said vaguely.
"What can we do for you?" Mrs. Fletcher spoke up.
At this point Draco drew his wand and directed it at them.
"You can tell me who you really are."
The old man jumped up, spilling a glass of some foul looking stuff onto the floor. He glanced down at it, and then back to Draco.
"Ah, polyjuice potion." Draco stated. "Am I not correct?"
Mr. Fletcher, or whoever it was, only glared at Draco, as his wife slowly stood up.
"It must be about that time then." Draco said carelessly. "I do believe that your hour is almost up."
"Our lord told us that you might change." The woman said, interrupting him. "I can almost feel it in you."
Draco smiled evilly. "Your lord is right. I have come to realize who I really want to serve for the rest of my life."
Mr. Fletcher smiled stupidly. But his smile quickly faded as he saw his wife beginning to transform. In a matter of seconds they had become-
"The Parkinsons." Draco said coldly.
"Yes boy," Peter Parkinson said. "So you better put that wand down right now."
Draco watched as he saw Parkinson try to inconspicuously pull out his wand.
"I don't think so Mr. Parkinson." Draco said, turning his wand on Claire Parkinson. "Unless you want to see how many pieces I can blow your wife into."
Draco smiled heartlessly. "Now hand your wand over, both of you."
The Parkinsons had no choice but to comply. Peter threw his over, along with a couple of nasty words, and Draco took Claire's before she had a chance to try anything.
"Sit." Draco said calmly.
They did, and Draco turned to the fire, muttered an incantation, and shouted, "Lucius Malfoy!"
Suddenly, his father's head appeared in the flames.
"Miss me father?"
Lucius seemed a bit astonished to see his disowned son, but he quickly regained composure.
"I see you have found out the true identity of the ones we placed here." He replied, nodding towards the Parkinsons.
"Yeah, it wasn't to hard." Draco said aimlessly. "So, since I have the Parkinsons, and I have another one that I'm sure you want, maybe we can talk."
Lucius' floating head frowned and glared at his son. "Talk about what? There is nothing that I need to discuss with you."
"Ah, but I believe there is. Maybe we can make a little...deal."
Lucius waited for Draco to go on.
"Lord Voldemort can take me back as a faithful death eater, and I will give you what you want."
"What is it that we want?" Lucius responded harshly. "And how would we know that you will be faithful to us?"
"If I hand over Ginny, the one you want, the one I risked my life to save, it will prove my faithfulness."
Lucius seemed to ponder this for a moment. His head disappeared for a moment, and then came back.
"I have discussed it with my lord, and for some reason, he seems anxious to have you back."
"Yes, he will need Ginny for what he has planned I'm sure." Draco said.
Lucius looked a little bewildered, he didn't know how his son had known about the plan Voldemort was going to try.
"Very well, I will be there in a while." Lucius said, before his head disappeared with a pop.
Draco turned to the Parkinsons, an unnatural expression on his face, his mark burning fierce against his skin.
"Shall we go change into our robes then?" he asked as he threw Peter his wand back.
******
"I don't like this." Lucius said to Voldemort. "I do not trust him."
"Lucius, do not judge my choices." Voldemort replied. "I know what I am doing. The boy has turned to me, of that I am certain. I feel the evil flowing through him, his mark tells it all."
Lucius nodded as Voldemort went on.
"You will see..having the boy will make it easier. We will not have the problems of having to restrain both him and the girl now. By tomorrow he will have proven his faith to me." He stopped and stared at Lucius. "He will kill the girl."
******
Ginny walked up to the back door of the cottage, the sun wasn't visible anymore, and the darkness was washing over. She was surprised to find none of the lights on in the cottage as she walked in, and wondered if the Fletcher's had gone to bed early. She made her way to the foyer, where the stairs were and stopped. The house was dead silent.
Her heart quickened as she looked around for a light switch. She saw one on the wall, and headed over to it, but stopped again as she heard a frightening sound. The sound of a long cloak, swishing behind her. She spun around, and came face to face with Draco.
She sighed in relief. It was only Malfoy. He was probably ticked because she was coming in so late.
"Hello Ginny." He whispered.
Ginny though she heard something strange in his voice, something...malicious. She finally realized that Draco was wearing robes...but these weren't just any robes. They were black robes. Death Eater robes.
Ginny screamed and turned to run, but an icy hand reached out and grabbed her by the back of the neck. Draco turned her around to face him. That crazy red glow shining in his eyes once again.
TBC
A/n: Did you all like this one!? Please review and tell me!!! I hope the whole owl part wasn't to far-fetched, I just thought it would be kinda neat. You'll have to read the next chapter to find out if anyone gets the letter. I haven't decided how many chapters I'm going to make this story. I guess it will just end when it ends!
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A/N: I'm so sorry this one took so long! Ok, enough of my chatter. Onto the story!
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a bit of that old spirit there whether it be strings or chains that bind you i hope this finds you well...
he is wild but he is mellow he is strong but he is weak he is cruel but he is gentle he is wise but he is meek..
(don quixote)
~*~
Piercing the Darkness
Chapter 13 True Identities
******
The sun shone brightly on her face, and Ginny rolled over in her bed. She didn't want to wake up. Sleep was her only escape from the burden of the day. But it was hopeless now-- her mind was fully out of its sleepy stupor. Sighing, she got out of bed and decided to take a long hot shower. She shivered as her feet touched the cold floor, and she hurriedly grabbed some clothes.
There was only one bathroom on the floor, which unfortunately meant she and Malfoy had to share. She of course was used to sharing one bathroom with six older brothers...but having to share one with Malfoy was much different. 'He's probably already up and showered.' Ginny thought as she glanced out her window to see the sun already high in the sky. As she opened the door something caught her eye. She glanced down and gasped. It was a single red rose. Ginny stared at it bewildered, and rigidly bent over dropping her clothes in the process, and picked it up. There was no doubt in her mind who had left it there.
Ginny didn't know what to think of it. Was this rose a real sign of sweetness and affection from Draco? It just didn't seem like a very Malfoy- ish type of thing-leaving flowers at someone's door.
She sighed as she sniffed the luscious scent of the rose, and she placed it in the vase with the daisies. It contrasted greatly with the white of the other flowers around it, having the imaginary effect of a drop of blood on pure white snow.
After showering, dressing, and primping, Ginny went down the hall to the small kitchen the Fletcher's had built on the second floor, for the sole reason of renting. When she entered she saw Malfoy sitting at the small circular table, and reading what looked like a muggle newspaper.
"Good morning." Ginny said timidly.
Malfoy glanced over his newspaper, ruefully reminding Ginny of her dad and how he would look over the top of his paper and smile at Ginny in the mornings at the Burrow.
"Good afternoon is more like it." Malfoy said with a touch of amusement in his voice. "Like sleeping in did you?"
"I would have preferred to wake up at Hogwarts." Ginny shot back quickly.
Draco sighed and returned to reading the newspaper.
"Why so interested in the muggle news?" Ginny asked as she prepared a bagel for herself.
He laid the paper down on the table, leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. Ginny couldn't help admitting to herself that she loved his look of repose.
"It was something to do." He answered. Ginny had a feeling that he wasn't being entirely truthful.
"Where'd you get it from?" she asked as though it was a great interest to her.
Malfoy smile mischievously.
"I stole it from the Fletcher's. Went outside and picked it up before they were even awake."
"Aren't you a bad boy now!" Ginny said sarcastically, as she noted how delighted he seemed with himself for stealing a newspaper.
"Hey!" he shot back, almost playfully. "It was hard work, getting downstairs and outside to get that thing without waking the muggles!"
Ginny laughed and sat down across from him, a toasted bagel and cream cheese in her hand.
"You really shouldn't have done that you know." She said, her tone becoming a bit more serious.
"Done what?" Malfoy asked in a seemingly puzzled voice.
"Stolen that paper from the Fletcher's!"
"Oh." He waved his hand as though dismissing it. "Those people are to thick to even notice that it's gone."
"That's not very nice." Ginny said. "They were so willing to rent this place to you. You don't often come across deals like this one."
Malfoy paused for a minute, as though lost in deep thought. Ginny noticed a slight frown come across his face.
"Yeah..." he said, standing up.
Ginny stared up at him. Why couldn't she figure this boy out?
Draco's face suddenly broke into a reluctant smile and he bent down, eye- level with Ginny.
"You've got some cream-cheese on your nose." He said softly.
Ginny blushed, and moved her hand, about to wipe it off. But Malfoy reached out and caught it.
"You should leave it-it makes you look even tastier." He said grinning.
Ginny had that tingling sensation in her stomach as Draco held onto her hand and spoke to her. For a moment she became lost in his eyes, but he quickly stood up and cleared his throat. He remained there for a second before glancing uneasily at her, as though he desperately wanted to tell her something, but instead he hastily left the room.
She stared after him, wondering about what had just happened.
******
Harry, for the thousandth time that day, repeated everything he could remember of his dream to Ron and Hermione. He had already told Dumbledore and the Weasley's. Mrs. Weasley had immediately burst into tears as Harry had explained the part about Voldemort asking him if he would save who Harry believed to be Ginny.
"Oh Arthur!" Molly Weasley had cried. "My little girl is in the hands of the dark lord!" she was sobbing again, her voice quavering with every word.
"Now Molly," Dumbledore spoke up. "We don't know that for sure." He looked to be pondering over Harry's dream, trying to piece everything together, "Obviously Voldemort is trying to bait Harry."
Harry looked up startled. Voldemort was using Ginny to get to him?!
"You- you mean this is all because of me, and Malfoy could really be working for Voldemort!?" he asked.
"Harry, I said nothing about this situation being your fault." Dumbledore replied. "And about Draco Malfoy...I am not sure."
Harry waited until Ron had finished comforting his mother and was ready to leave before he lowered his voice to ask Dumbledore the question he hadn't want to ask in front of Mrs. Weasley.
"You think Malfoy was the one Voldemort was talking about in my dream don't you Professor? When Voldemort told that other person that only one of them would die?"
Dumbledore solemnly looked Harry, Ron, and Hermione over.
"Come to me right away if you have another dream or vision Harry." He said, not answering Harry's question. "Now scoot along to class."
"But Professor.." Ron cut in, desperate to know the answer to Harry's question
"You heard me Mr. Weasley. We will talk some other time."
The three of them hung their heads and silently headed to Care of Magical Creatures.
******
Ginny checked to make sure that Draco was in his room before silently tiptoeing down the stairs. There was no use in even trying to escape from this place, she had already tried sneaking out the front door, but found to her disappointment that she was unable to get it open. Malfoy must not have been lying when he had said that he had many curses on her.
But she was able to go out to the stable, which made things a bit easier. Even if she was unable to get through the fence that surrounded the property.
Julie whinnied as Ginny approached her stall. She stroked the horse fondly, and picked up a brush that lay nearby. After putting the bridle on Julie, and leading her out of the stall, Ginny stood talking quietly to the horse, and brushing her gleaming chestnut coat.
******
Draco knew he had to get this over with soon. He had found a piece on a missing girl in the muggle newspaper this morning. That missing girl had just happened to be Ginny Weasley.
He had been expecting it. Dumbledore and that crackpot old fool Fudge had always turned to the muggles in times of need. This time having them run a missing persons article in the paper. The article of course had said nothing about where Ginny had been kidnapped, and mentioned nothing about the wizarding world-the journalist probably had no idea. But there was always a chance that a muggle might see Ginny, and recognize her picture from the paper, and tell lots of people before Draco even knew. Which would make things a lot more treacherous for not only himself, but Voldemort, and the death eaters in the cottage as well.
Draco knew he had to act quickly. He sat down in a chair in his room, running over everything in his head. It all had to be perfect.
******
Ginny finally put down Julie's brush, and led her back into the stall. Exhausted, she dropped down to the stable floor, not caring if she got dirty, leaned against a post, and closed her eyes.
She opened her eyes in surprise, she wasn't sure if she had drifted off to sleep or not, but she was sure of what she had just heard. It was the sound of an owl.
Glancing upwards into the rafters of the stable, sure enough, Ginny saw an owl. A barn owl it seemed to be. It was perched on one of the beams, and it turned its head to stare at Ginny. She stared back into the owl's large, brown eyes, and then softly called to it.
At the sound of Ginny's voice the owl ruffled it's feathers and glided down to a lower beam, still staying a good distance away from Ginny. She knew this wasn't an owl from their world; it didn't have any kind of powers as far as she could see. But her father had always said that Ginny had a gift with animals. If she could get a letter to anyone in the wizarding world, someone might be able to help her! And she knew that this would probably be her only chance.
Softly calling to the owl again, Ginny hesitantly stood up, extending her arm towards the owl and begging it to come to her. The owl gazed at her, and Ginny looked straight into its eyes. She pleaded with it in her mind, all the time wondering if it was hopeless. But just when Ginny was about to give up hope, the owl swooped down to an even lower rafter, poised there for a moment, and then came to rest on a box of oats, that Julie liked to eat, still keeping eye contact with Ginny.
Ginny smiled to the owl, and cautiously approached him. The owl seemed to have excepted Ginny's presence, and even allowed her to stroke him. Now all she had to do was find something to write on, and something to write with and hope that the owl would know how to take it to someone.
She entered the storage room in the stable, and looked around for anything to write on. She tripped over something as she walked over to the corner of the room; it was getting dark. She almost ran to the other side of the small room as she spotted a clipboard hanging on the wall. She read the paper that was clipped to it. It held information about Julie's health, and looked to be from what the muggles called a veterinarian. A pen hung from the side, and Ginny almost jumped with joy. She scribbled a note on the back of the paper, telling whomever would receive it to help her and where she thought she was, signed her name, and then took it out to the owl.
The owl seemed to understand what was going on. Ginny knew that even wild owls could be trained to send mail. He clutched the letter in his claws.
"Now take this to someone in my world, maybe to the Burrow if you know where that is, or maybe to Hogwarts." She whispered.
The owl hooted encouragingly and blinked as Ginny smiled at him. She went and opened the stable doors, and watched as the owl flew out into the twilight.
****** Draco came down the stairs, and walked into the only room in the house that had a fireplace, to see the disguised death eaters sitting in front of roaring flames.
"Good evening." Draco said as he came up behind them.
The startled Fletcher's turned around to face him.
"Oh, hello." Mr. Fletcher said vaguely.
"What can we do for you?" Mrs. Fletcher spoke up.
At this point Draco drew his wand and directed it at them.
"You can tell me who you really are."
The old man jumped up, spilling a glass of some foul looking stuff onto the floor. He glanced down at it, and then back to Draco.
"Ah, polyjuice potion." Draco stated. "Am I not correct?"
Mr. Fletcher, or whoever it was, only glared at Draco, as his wife slowly stood up.
"It must be about that time then." Draco said carelessly. "I do believe that your hour is almost up."
"Our lord told us that you might change." The woman said, interrupting him. "I can almost feel it in you."
Draco smiled evilly. "Your lord is right. I have come to realize who I really want to serve for the rest of my life."
Mr. Fletcher smiled stupidly. But his smile quickly faded as he saw his wife beginning to transform. In a matter of seconds they had become-
"The Parkinsons." Draco said coldly.
"Yes boy," Peter Parkinson said. "So you better put that wand down right now."
Draco watched as he saw Parkinson try to inconspicuously pull out his wand.
"I don't think so Mr. Parkinson." Draco said, turning his wand on Claire Parkinson. "Unless you want to see how many pieces I can blow your wife into."
Draco smiled heartlessly. "Now hand your wand over, both of you."
The Parkinsons had no choice but to comply. Peter threw his over, along with a couple of nasty words, and Draco took Claire's before she had a chance to try anything.
"Sit." Draco said calmly.
They did, and Draco turned to the fire, muttered an incantation, and shouted, "Lucius Malfoy!"
Suddenly, his father's head appeared in the flames.
"Miss me father?"
Lucius seemed a bit astonished to see his disowned son, but he quickly regained composure.
"I see you have found out the true identity of the ones we placed here." He replied, nodding towards the Parkinsons.
"Yeah, it wasn't to hard." Draco said aimlessly. "So, since I have the Parkinsons, and I have another one that I'm sure you want, maybe we can talk."
Lucius' floating head frowned and glared at his son. "Talk about what? There is nothing that I need to discuss with you."
"Ah, but I believe there is. Maybe we can make a little...deal."
Lucius waited for Draco to go on.
"Lord Voldemort can take me back as a faithful death eater, and I will give you what you want."
"What is it that we want?" Lucius responded harshly. "And how would we know that you will be faithful to us?"
"If I hand over Ginny, the one you want, the one I risked my life to save, it will prove my faithfulness."
Lucius seemed to ponder this for a moment. His head disappeared for a moment, and then came back.
"I have discussed it with my lord, and for some reason, he seems anxious to have you back."
"Yes, he will need Ginny for what he has planned I'm sure." Draco said.
Lucius looked a little bewildered, he didn't know how his son had known about the plan Voldemort was going to try.
"Very well, I will be there in a while." Lucius said, before his head disappeared with a pop.
Draco turned to the Parkinsons, an unnatural expression on his face, his mark burning fierce against his skin.
"Shall we go change into our robes then?" he asked as he threw Peter his wand back.
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"I don't like this." Lucius said to Voldemort. "I do not trust him."
"Lucius, do not judge my choices." Voldemort replied. "I know what I am doing. The boy has turned to me, of that I am certain. I feel the evil flowing through him, his mark tells it all."
Lucius nodded as Voldemort went on.
"You will see..having the boy will make it easier. We will not have the problems of having to restrain both him and the girl now. By tomorrow he will have proven his faith to me." He stopped and stared at Lucius. "He will kill the girl."
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Ginny walked up to the back door of the cottage, the sun wasn't visible anymore, and the darkness was washing over. She was surprised to find none of the lights on in the cottage as she walked in, and wondered if the Fletcher's had gone to bed early. She made her way to the foyer, where the stairs were and stopped. The house was dead silent.
Her heart quickened as she looked around for a light switch. She saw one on the wall, and headed over to it, but stopped again as she heard a frightening sound. The sound of a long cloak, swishing behind her. She spun around, and came face to face with Draco.
She sighed in relief. It was only Malfoy. He was probably ticked because she was coming in so late.
"Hello Ginny." He whispered.
Ginny though she heard something strange in his voice, something...malicious. She finally realized that Draco was wearing robes...but these weren't just any robes. They were black robes. Death Eater robes.
Ginny screamed and turned to run, but an icy hand reached out and grabbed her by the back of the neck. Draco turned her around to face him. That crazy red glow shining in his eyes once again.
TBC
A/n: Did you all like this one!? Please review and tell me!!! I hope the whole owl part wasn't to far-fetched, I just thought it would be kinda neat. You'll have to read the next chapter to find out if anyone gets the letter. I haven't decided how many chapters I'm going to make this story. I guess it will just end when it ends!
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