Disclaimer- Yeah, like I'd be smart enough to think of Harry Potter but the
plot (cough cough) is actually mine
Authors Note: Thank you to Lillian who reviewed me first and as you may have gathered, it isn't a one-shot fic like I originally wanted to be.
This is in James P.O.V. and his view of events years later and it's going to be a shorter one compared to the last chappie.
Chapter 2
I can't stand it.
James will be up because of this noise and his window faces the garden as well. If he didn't already hate me- he will now.
I'm going to go out there.
I'm going to die with the man I love.
Maybe someone will find this journal one day. Maybe they will pass it on to James.
I love you James. And you father. We both do.
~*~
They were my mother's last words. I'm James, her son, and I only just found this notebook today.
It's been ten years since this day, almost exactly. It's taken ten years for me to pluck up the courage to explore my father and mothers past. Sure there was all her brothers but it wasn't the same, it didn't seem to fit.
For ten years I thought I hated her. She betrayed my father and I ended up in an orphanage any way and I believed it to be all her doing.
I had blocked out all the memories of those days she wrote about but reading this now brought up a wave of fresh emotion.
Before I read this I believed my father to be heartless, uncaring and a murderer.
But I was wrong.
For once I was glad that I was wrong.
She left this diary unfinished and it's my job to complete it- let whoever reads this next know what a great woman my mother was. What a great woman Ginny Malfoy was. It's my duty to her and whoever reads this notebook next.
The day the Aurors came for my father I was awake strangely early, I usually can't get up in the morning but that night I had gone to sleep quite early.
It felt the more I slept the less I had to do back then.
Now I just feel guilty for deserting my mother in a time when she needed me most. If I had she might not have done what she did.
If only I had gone down to her after I over heard the conversation she had with some ministry officials. If only I hadn't have been so proud and stubborn.
But life is full of what ifs and there testimony to the reason why you should always think about what you're going to do next.
Over the years, too many innocent people have been killed but some still live and breathe the air that the dead should. Life isn't fair. I learned this too early.
Back to that day, I have no idea why I'm doing this- maybe it's because I'm back in the house that I spent half my life in. The house that has so many recollections- good and bad- and so much meaning to me.
Again back to that day ten years ago, I had woken up early and the time was quarter seven in the morning.
The more I think about it, the more I realise that I can remember every single detail that happen whereas I can't even remember the professor that taught me Astrology in Hogwarts.
Oh yeah, I've finished Hogwarts with top mark in charms (like my mother) and a scholarship to the England under 21's Quiddich team.
Apart from that I'm just your normal person; it's just the odd looks when you get introduction to someone with the name James Malfoy that make me feel uncomfortable.
Obviously some people still remember my grandfather- Lucius but he was long dead before I was born.
Dementors Kiss I think. Father got away with fifteen years inside Askanban and lets just say it hasn't done him any good but it hasn't made him go crazy.
I thought he was using black magic to keep him sane but now, now I know he's strong.
I keep getting distracted, I'm trying to finish this but all the time I'm putting in complete nonsense. Maybe it's some sub-conscious fear of facing the truth, facing reality, facing life.
On that day I woke up early and had nothing to do. Mother had stopped taking me to school and I wasn't complaining about that. I pushed the covers down and walked over to the window seat.
Early April isn't the best time of year as far as flowers go but I didn't care. I spent most of my childhood outside in that garden- good weather or not. I was only there for five minutes and I noticed a group of people coming up the path.
A group of about fifteen men, clad in dark blue robes, were walking along the path in what seemed like silence.
I had the window open to wake myself up and I didn't here anything. If I was still on speaking terms with my mother I would have gone into her and asked who they were but as it was I stayed put just watching them from beneath a blanket I had brought over.
They stood in huddles of about five, each one of them ruining the sheet of dew on our lawn with their shoes.
I don't know how long they were there but judging from what my mother wrote, only about another ten minutes. That's when one of the looked up and for a moment I though he had seen me but he was looking to the left of me- at my parents' room window.
He mouthed something, 'James' but then I didn't know why. He was blackmailing her I discover ten years later, ten years too late I realise that she handed my father over to save me.
Next thing I knew was that father was down stair and out on the lawn, completely surrounded by Aurors. He wasn't stupid, he knew he was trapped and there was nothing he could do but the Aurors weren't taking any chances.
The leader was yelling stuff like "Put you wand on the floor," and "Hands where I can see them Malfoy," and he did what he was told.
I remember swallowing dryly, knowing for fact that things were never going to be the same.
A door was banged open and someone ran towards the group of Aurors.
"Ginny!" father yelled turning round to face her.
Big mistake.
I know from Harry and Ron that Aurors have quick reactions and if you make a sudden movement they will lash out without thinking. That's what happened her.
There was a flash of light.
I can never remember what colour it was, it sort of merged and changed in the short time it surrounded the group.
A mixture of curses and charms hit her and the next thing I saw was my father holding the pale, limp form of my mother in his arms.
He sank to his knees and held her close to him swaying, back and forth.
Even from this distance I could see the light dwindling in her eyes then finally going out when her eyelids slid down and never came back up.
I had never seen my father cry but that was the first, and last, time I had seen him weep.
None of the Aurors that surrounded them moved. They were a bit shocked. None of their curses on their own would kill a person- they were meant to stop or at least, though it sounds rough, hurt the subject.
All of them put together killed her.
Suddenly they woke up and moved towards father, who was still holding his wife in his arms, grabbing his arms and prising my mothers once beautiful and lifeless body out of his grip.
He allowed himself to be bounded before he looked p at my window.
I never have seen such a mixture of raw emotion since that day. There was so many thing said between us in that single glance.
Anger
Betrayal
Love
Sorrow
Grief
But I shrugged that look off. Even at that age I knew my father could fake anything and everything. It never entered my brain that it might be real.
When I met that group of Aurors at her funeral a couple of weeks later they were sorry but I could just tell they were taking the 'Comes with the job' approach to get themselves out and make themselves feel good that they had done their job right.
I doubt if any of them even remember her.
She had been helping them; she got them their man and this was how they had re-paid her.
All these years later, I still don't trust Aurors with my life. I trust Harry and Ron but only because I grew up with them but any others I'm wary around.
Here I am finishing off the story of Ginny Malfoy, mother, wife, sister and now aunt.
I've discovered she was so many different people all rolled into one. She could love; hate, lie, care; act and she always tried to do the right thing for the people she loved.
It's kind of ironic that I'm writing the last actions of her on the last page of her notebook, dairy, journal whatever you wish to call it.
The diary only records two weeks of her thirty two year old life but that doesn't matter. She has cleared so many things up in my mind and restored my faith in my father.
For the first time I'm going to visit him in prison and see how he is, see if I can get him out of there.
I can now say my name with pride; I had been told Malfoy's were rich, spoilt, proud and unfriendly at Hogwarts. Weasley's were supposed to be caring, poor, friendly though stubborn I found out as well.
I'm supposed to be a mix.
It's up to me to chose which ones will describe me best.
I've read this journal several times and every time I find something new, see something differently- more clearly as if I'm breathing oxygen for the first time.
My head is clear and I have a sense of belonging. I think Americans call it closure. For once I feel at peace with my parents.
For once comes up more than once and whether or not it was in a good context or not it shouldn't have been there more than once.
I know no other way to finish this but,
For once I'm proud of signing my name-
James Aidan Malfoy
Authors Note: Thank you to Lillian who reviewed me first and as you may have gathered, it isn't a one-shot fic like I originally wanted to be.
This is in James P.O.V. and his view of events years later and it's going to be a shorter one compared to the last chappie.
Chapter 2
I can't stand it.
James will be up because of this noise and his window faces the garden as well. If he didn't already hate me- he will now.
I'm going to go out there.
I'm going to die with the man I love.
Maybe someone will find this journal one day. Maybe they will pass it on to James.
I love you James. And you father. We both do.
~*~
They were my mother's last words. I'm James, her son, and I only just found this notebook today.
It's been ten years since this day, almost exactly. It's taken ten years for me to pluck up the courage to explore my father and mothers past. Sure there was all her brothers but it wasn't the same, it didn't seem to fit.
For ten years I thought I hated her. She betrayed my father and I ended up in an orphanage any way and I believed it to be all her doing.
I had blocked out all the memories of those days she wrote about but reading this now brought up a wave of fresh emotion.
Before I read this I believed my father to be heartless, uncaring and a murderer.
But I was wrong.
For once I was glad that I was wrong.
She left this diary unfinished and it's my job to complete it- let whoever reads this next know what a great woman my mother was. What a great woman Ginny Malfoy was. It's my duty to her and whoever reads this notebook next.
The day the Aurors came for my father I was awake strangely early, I usually can't get up in the morning but that night I had gone to sleep quite early.
It felt the more I slept the less I had to do back then.
Now I just feel guilty for deserting my mother in a time when she needed me most. If I had she might not have done what she did.
If only I had gone down to her after I over heard the conversation she had with some ministry officials. If only I hadn't have been so proud and stubborn.
But life is full of what ifs and there testimony to the reason why you should always think about what you're going to do next.
Over the years, too many innocent people have been killed but some still live and breathe the air that the dead should. Life isn't fair. I learned this too early.
Back to that day, I have no idea why I'm doing this- maybe it's because I'm back in the house that I spent half my life in. The house that has so many recollections- good and bad- and so much meaning to me.
Again back to that day ten years ago, I had woken up early and the time was quarter seven in the morning.
The more I think about it, the more I realise that I can remember every single detail that happen whereas I can't even remember the professor that taught me Astrology in Hogwarts.
Oh yeah, I've finished Hogwarts with top mark in charms (like my mother) and a scholarship to the England under 21's Quiddich team.
Apart from that I'm just your normal person; it's just the odd looks when you get introduction to someone with the name James Malfoy that make me feel uncomfortable.
Obviously some people still remember my grandfather- Lucius but he was long dead before I was born.
Dementors Kiss I think. Father got away with fifteen years inside Askanban and lets just say it hasn't done him any good but it hasn't made him go crazy.
I thought he was using black magic to keep him sane but now, now I know he's strong.
I keep getting distracted, I'm trying to finish this but all the time I'm putting in complete nonsense. Maybe it's some sub-conscious fear of facing the truth, facing reality, facing life.
On that day I woke up early and had nothing to do. Mother had stopped taking me to school and I wasn't complaining about that. I pushed the covers down and walked over to the window seat.
Early April isn't the best time of year as far as flowers go but I didn't care. I spent most of my childhood outside in that garden- good weather or not. I was only there for five minutes and I noticed a group of people coming up the path.
A group of about fifteen men, clad in dark blue robes, were walking along the path in what seemed like silence.
I had the window open to wake myself up and I didn't here anything. If I was still on speaking terms with my mother I would have gone into her and asked who they were but as it was I stayed put just watching them from beneath a blanket I had brought over.
They stood in huddles of about five, each one of them ruining the sheet of dew on our lawn with their shoes.
I don't know how long they were there but judging from what my mother wrote, only about another ten minutes. That's when one of the looked up and for a moment I though he had seen me but he was looking to the left of me- at my parents' room window.
He mouthed something, 'James' but then I didn't know why. He was blackmailing her I discover ten years later, ten years too late I realise that she handed my father over to save me.
Next thing I knew was that father was down stair and out on the lawn, completely surrounded by Aurors. He wasn't stupid, he knew he was trapped and there was nothing he could do but the Aurors weren't taking any chances.
The leader was yelling stuff like "Put you wand on the floor," and "Hands where I can see them Malfoy," and he did what he was told.
I remember swallowing dryly, knowing for fact that things were never going to be the same.
A door was banged open and someone ran towards the group of Aurors.
"Ginny!" father yelled turning round to face her.
Big mistake.
I know from Harry and Ron that Aurors have quick reactions and if you make a sudden movement they will lash out without thinking. That's what happened her.
There was a flash of light.
I can never remember what colour it was, it sort of merged and changed in the short time it surrounded the group.
A mixture of curses and charms hit her and the next thing I saw was my father holding the pale, limp form of my mother in his arms.
He sank to his knees and held her close to him swaying, back and forth.
Even from this distance I could see the light dwindling in her eyes then finally going out when her eyelids slid down and never came back up.
I had never seen my father cry but that was the first, and last, time I had seen him weep.
None of the Aurors that surrounded them moved. They were a bit shocked. None of their curses on their own would kill a person- they were meant to stop or at least, though it sounds rough, hurt the subject.
All of them put together killed her.
Suddenly they woke up and moved towards father, who was still holding his wife in his arms, grabbing his arms and prising my mothers once beautiful and lifeless body out of his grip.
He allowed himself to be bounded before he looked p at my window.
I never have seen such a mixture of raw emotion since that day. There was so many thing said between us in that single glance.
Anger
Betrayal
Love
Sorrow
Grief
But I shrugged that look off. Even at that age I knew my father could fake anything and everything. It never entered my brain that it might be real.
When I met that group of Aurors at her funeral a couple of weeks later they were sorry but I could just tell they were taking the 'Comes with the job' approach to get themselves out and make themselves feel good that they had done their job right.
I doubt if any of them even remember her.
She had been helping them; she got them their man and this was how they had re-paid her.
All these years later, I still don't trust Aurors with my life. I trust Harry and Ron but only because I grew up with them but any others I'm wary around.
Here I am finishing off the story of Ginny Malfoy, mother, wife, sister and now aunt.
I've discovered she was so many different people all rolled into one. She could love; hate, lie, care; act and she always tried to do the right thing for the people she loved.
It's kind of ironic that I'm writing the last actions of her on the last page of her notebook, dairy, journal whatever you wish to call it.
The diary only records two weeks of her thirty two year old life but that doesn't matter. She has cleared so many things up in my mind and restored my faith in my father.
For the first time I'm going to visit him in prison and see how he is, see if I can get him out of there.
I can now say my name with pride; I had been told Malfoy's were rich, spoilt, proud and unfriendly at Hogwarts. Weasley's were supposed to be caring, poor, friendly though stubborn I found out as well.
I'm supposed to be a mix.
It's up to me to chose which ones will describe me best.
I've read this journal several times and every time I find something new, see something differently- more clearly as if I'm breathing oxygen for the first time.
My head is clear and I have a sense of belonging. I think Americans call it closure. For once I feel at peace with my parents.
For once comes up more than once and whether or not it was in a good context or not it shouldn't have been there more than once.
I know no other way to finish this but,
For once I'm proud of signing my name-
James Aidan Malfoy
