Title: Healing Spells
Author: Angel of Darkness (My new pename)
Chapter: 7
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Thanks: To Misty for beta reading like always. This is beautiful.
"No,"
Ron said to Hermione quickly, "You can't be serious! You're not
actually going to defend him?"
"Why not?"
Hermione asked, "He didn't try to kill your sister. He's
innocent... he's in love with her!"
"He is
not," Ron said near tears, "He did it and I know it. He's
never been
anything but evil. I tried to convince her and look
what happened to her.
How can you know he's innocent?"
"One,"
she whispered, "I was there the whole time and he didn't do a
thing
to her and two... when you watch them together.....you kind
of....know."
"How do I even know I can trust
you?" he asked coldly.
"Ron!" she yelled
positively appalled, "How can you say that to me? After
all
we've been through together..."
"If you go to
that trial today and defend Malfoy," he said breathing heavily
and ready to cry, "I will never forgive you... I will
never..."
"I'm sorry," she said softly. She
was very sympathetic to how Ron felt, it
being sister after all.
"I cannot let them charge him with this if he didn't
do it.
I'm scared for Ginny too... but punishing an innocent... I thought
you didn't believe in that Ron."
"I-I..."
he stuttered. She was already gone.
~*~*~*~*
"Is she
going to be all right?" Mrs. Weasley asked crying as Doctor
Richardson entered the room. "Did it work?"
"I
do not think your daughter will die," he said softly, "I do
not exactly
think she is well though."
"She's
going to survive it," the woman said, a smile slowly coming to
her
face, "That's the best news I've gotten in my life...
and in the beginning
of the year I promised her she'd be
safe..."
"Ma'am," he said, "I cannot
assure you that she'll recover quickly. It may
be a long and
painful time before she does. Any overly hard strain on her...
mentally or physically... and she very well could die. I need you
to take a
special care of her."
"Oh I will,"
Mrs. Weasley shook the man's hand, "I will always be there for
my baby girl... and the trial today will see that the ones who
did this will
not go unpunished."
"Do not
get your daughter into the mess of the trial. You said she thought
the accused boy was a friend? The strain on her could push her
too much."
"I know," Mrs. Weasley said
slowly, "How could I, as a mother, let my little
girl
associate with Malfoy's son? I just cannot believe that. My daughter
will never see anyone I don't trust again."
"Go
see her," Dr. Richardson suggested, "Your husband will take
care of the
trial."
~*~*~*~*
"I
am so glad to see you," Draco whispered as Hermione passed him.
They
really weren't allowed to speak, because everyone feared he
would influence
Hermione. Still, he needed to thank her. She
nodded and slipped a note into
his hand as she passed him. He
unfolded it slowly, worried that someone
would see. The news he
read made him want to smile. Hermione's note read:
Just as I
left Hogwarts today, we got the news that Ginny's gonna be all
right. They said she's still going to need a long time to recover
but she
will be okay. I hope this helps you.
Did it help?
Yes, he looked at this whole thing with a renewed courage when
he
heard that. She'd be okay... she was going to be fine, he didn't care
what people thought he did! She was getting better, so everything
was going
to be all right.
"Come along," a
towering wizard said to Draco, "It's time."
Draco
followed thinking emotionally. This would have never happened if he
wasn't changed.
~*~*~*~
"I..." Ginny said
faintly, "Mum, I am going to be all right? Is that what-
is
that what you mean?"
"Yes darling, the doctor
said that you'll recover."
"Good," she
said, a slight smile passing over her colorless face, "I can't
wait to be fine again... being like this is miserable."
"I
know," her mother was crying again. Of all things, Ginny hated
to see her
mother cry. Her mother was one of the strongest women
she knew. A role model
for her life, her mother never took
anything from anyone. She was self
reliant, she had to be,
running the entire Weasley household. Ginny hated
seeing her like
this.
"Come on," Ginny muttered softly, her voice
going out again, "Mum, I am
going to be okay again. Don't
cry..."
"I'm sorry dear..." her mother
looked suddenly nervous, like she was going
to say something
rough. Then she said it rather gently, "Don't let me get
you
upset... but in the future, let me know about who your friends
are."
"What's that... oh, can we talk
later?"
"Certainly dear."
Her
mum left. Ginny knew what she had been talking about, somehow she was
talking about Draco. She sat up, feeling a bit stronger and she
looked
around the room. It was so dim in here. A copy of The
Daily Prophet, sitting
on a stand, on the other side of the room
caught her eye. Now wonder, it was
about her. She struggled her
way out of the bed. Once her feet touched the
floor she fell
weakly. Her mother had warned her that she needed to take
care or
she could die... but the article was about her. She used the stool
to hold herself up and she read:
"One week ago, mere
children met up with Death Eaters and lived. The Daily
Prophet,
of course, published that article. The story has thickened. Rumors
say that Lucius Malfoy, an active Death Eater, who is most likely
deceased,
did a rare and difficult weakening cure on a Hogwarts
student. Virginia
Weasley is only fourteen. Now it seems that a
boy she befriended, Malfoy's
son, helped in performing the curse.
Doctor Richardson, a expert in those
matters, declared that it
could not have been done alone. Mr. Malfoy's
fifteen year old son
is the most likely candidate. He will be in trial on
the
fifteenth."
"No..." Ginny said weakening,
she could feel the stool swaying. She was
going to faint if she
didn't sit down. Her heart began racing quickly. No,
why would
they accuse him? What could have proven that? "Mum!" she
called
knowing her mother was in the other room. She sat on the
floor. How could
they accuse him of hurting me? Today is the
fifteenth, how can they hold
trial against him without me? I am
the only one who knows what Lucius Malfoy
did to
me.
~*~*~*~
Molly Weasley had been talking to the Nurse in
the other room when she heard
her daughter's cry. She came
running in the room to find her daughter
slumped onto the floor
by a newspaper. Instantly, she knew what Ginny had
read and she
snatched up the paper in her hand. She helped her daughter, who
was
now mumbling incoherently to herself, into the bed. "What were
you
doing?" she asked distressed, "I just explained to
you that you need to
rest, and stay put."
"I
am trying Mum," Ginny looked at her mother's pained expression,
but she
regained her courage, "Why is this taking place?
Mum, he didn't do a thing
to me! Do you think I could be fooled
that he didn't? I know what Draco's
father did to me and he did
it all alone. Draco never helped him. I didn't
want to talk about
it, it was so incredibly painful, but I will to defend
him..."
"Stop," her mother replied
firmly, "Let's wait Ginny... you could have been
all ready
weakened, how do you know?"
"I know Mother,"
she said just as a sharp pain hit her, "Please Mum, you got
to
stop the trial... Draco... he's innocent."
"Ginny,
stop. You're going to get yourself hurt."
"Tell
me you will then," she threatened. She was sure her mother
wasn't used
to being spoken to that harshly, especially by her
youngest child. Now was
an emergency though.
"Calm
down," her mother ordered, "If the boy is innocent... it
will be
proven."
"Does he have a defense?"
Ginny asked tears forming slowly in her eyes.
Imagining him alone
facing accusation hurt her. How could she have messed
things up
so much for him?
"Hermione went down from the school on
special permission. If he's innocent
she will prove it. She was
with him the whole time too?"
"Yes, but I am the
only one who can actually prove it."
"You will
not go there," her mother said, "I won't lose my baby over
this..."
"I'm not dying Mum!" Ginny
yelled, "I won't let myself, but if you don't
take me to him
then I will go alone. Now, which one do you think is less
strain?"
Realizing her daughter's threats to be true, she reluctantly
agreed.
"What happened to my little girl?"
Ginny's mother looked like she was
stunned.
"Mother,
I am fourteen," Ginny said, "you've always treated me
differently
then the boys. I am old enough to make choices, I
chose who I fell in love
with."
Her mother looked
like she had been slapped. Those words, I chose who I fell
in
love with, gave it all away. It became real to Mrs. Weasley, that her
daughter was not just Draco Malfoy's friend.
"No..."
"Yeah,"
Ginny replied shyly, "It's true. Ever since the beginning of
this
year. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, and I will never lie
again. I was just
a little scared."
"How did
it happen?" Ginny figured her mother's curiosity got the better
of
her.
"Mum, it was the first day. We were still at
the train station... right
after I left you. I saw him with his
father, they were fighting. Arguing
really loudly about
You-Know-Who. Then his father kept hitting him and I
couldn't
take it... I guess I just got involved. You sort of got the story
from Dumbledore, but I can tell the rest later."
"All
right..." her mother said helping her up. She couldn't believe
she was
doing this, with Ginny still so frail.
"Also,"
Ginny said boldly, "If you want the truth, then you need to let
me
choose a little more."
"I promise
darling, I do."
~*~*~*~
Hermione boldly stood in
front of what looked like more than a hundred
people. She had
never acted it, but she hated speaking in public. Before
Hogwarts,
she had gone to a Muggle school. Once, when she was ten, she had
to
give a report in front of the school and she had fainted. This felt
just
the same.
"I was there," she said loudly,
"I was there the whole time and I can tell
anyone anything
they want to know about that night."
"Fine,"
said the prosecutor, Arthur Weasley's wizard lawyer, "Tell me
then,
why did you go after Miss Weasley, instead of going for a
teacher?"
Hermione gulped. This was just his first
question and it was hard. "Well,"
she said trying to
keep composed, "I thought of going to a teacher, but the
logical thing to me seemed to be to ask someone very close to
her. I asked
Draco, he seemed to want to go to authorities. I am
afraid it was my
foolishness that caused him to choose to go
after her."
"Hmm..." he said, "Can you
tell in exact words, what happened that night?"
Hermione
told him in slow carefully chosen words what happened. Many didn't
seem satisfied.
"It's not right!" Ginny's father
yelled loudly, "The Malfoy's have been
rivals toward my
family for years. That's all the proof I need."
"Dad,
it's not enough," came a small voice. Draco's eyes had been on
Hermione when he heard it. He knew it was Ginny before he turned.
He smiled
for the first time in weeks, seeing her standing up,
looking a little
better, was the best thing ever.
"I
am here," Ginny said softly, "I can prove he didn't do
anything to me
because it's me. I would know that, wouldn't
I?"
"Miss Virginia Weasley?" asked the stunned
Judge.
"Yes," she said, "I am here to defend
someone who is innocent."
"Hmm..." the
judge did not know what to make of her, "Certainly you may be a
witness, since this case is about you." Ginny's mother
helped her sit down
and she was greatly relieved. She breathed
slowly, her pain obvious, but she
smiled at Draco. Her smile
meant a million things to him, but most of all,
it meant
hope.
"All right," she whispered slowly, "but
one thing. My Professors, my
parents... anyone who has ever seen
us together. How could you think he'd
try to kill me? I love him.
He couldn't have been with his father. I was
kidnapped by Lucius
Malfoy, a day later Draco with Hermione left Hogwarts to
save
me... It was the most terrifying thing ever, the moments before they
saved me. They teased me and then he... he did this curse on me.
It was the
darkness- a darkness like nothing else. I didn't even
know powers like that
existed."
"Can you
prove that you are telling the truth?" the prosecutor
asked.
"No," Ginny's replied pained, she was still
so tired, "I can't. I think the
only way is to use a truth
potion on myself or Draco."
"I don't think it is
a good time or occasion," the Judge said softly, "There
are laws concerning veritaserum these days. Very strict..."
"Is
this not an important enough issue?" she asked.
"Certainly,
but the long term effects... and the people trying to outlaw
it."
"I'm ready for it," Ginny said,
then she looked at Draco and added, "We're
ready
sir."
"Fine then," the Judge decided, "We
will continue this session here tomorrow
when the veritaserum is
made."
The trial was on hold for now. Draco looked
across the room to Ginny, she
had just saved his life for sure.
He smiled at her, astounded by her
strength. She returned the
smile and nodded. You think I could ever stay
away?, she thought.
Now it was time for Ginny to talk to her parents. Her
mother
looked ashamed but accepting of her. Her father looked a confused
mess.
"I don't understand..." he said
softly.
"It was hard for me to understand why,"
Ginny said sitting back down
tiredly, "but you've got to
understand that I am in love. I've never felt
something this
strong. I am alive, because of what Draco did for me. I have
no
clue what made any of them suspect him." She continued to tell
her father
everything she had told her mother. He nodded, but the
same look on her
mother's face crossed his as he helped her
stand.
"Mum, dad..." she asked knowing that she was
pressing too much, "I need to
get back soon, but can I first
go and see him? Just five minutes please."
They exchanged a
dark glance.
"Yes," her mother said just as her
father said, "No."
"Thank you," Ginny said
softly, "I know you'll get it someday... just not
today I
guess." Ginny had five quick minutes. Draco was still locked up,
for
fear that he was working for Voldemort. He looked up and saw
her standing in
front of him.
"I-I- can't believe you
came," he said.
"Neither can I," Ginny
admitted, "I was just terrified when I found out, I
had to
come."
With his arms around her, he could feel that
she wasn't right. "You
shouldn't be here!" he yelled,
"You're still so weak... and your face is so
pale. Go back
now..."
"I'm not gonna die," she promised,
"I've all ready been too close to dying
several times you
know?"
"Yeah," he said quietly, "Please,
don't remind me."
"I'll see you," she
whispered, "I really do have to leave."
"Please
don't overwork yourself... I don't really want to see you here
tomorrow."
"Now," she said smiling,
"You're trying to tell me what to do and you know
how well
that works."
He knew how well it worked. She had
changed so much since he first met her,
and no one was going to
push her around.
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