Disclaimer: Thanks to my friend Stacy (mysterywriter) I got this idea. So,
hopefully, it isn't too hard to follow. It all belongs to J. K. Rowling,
except the part me and Stacy thought up.
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Chapter 2: A Secret Well Kept
Lucius sat in his well furnished living room, reading the news paper one afternoon, when the doorbell rang.
"Slave! Answer the door!" Lucius yelled, his voice echoing throughout the house. He was referring to the house elf that soon came scurrying toward the door. Lucius had named this particular house elf and felt that it was very appropriate, even though Narcissa begged to differ.
Slave quickly opened the door, but not quickly enough. The person on the other side kicked the door open, slamming it against the wall with Slave smashed in between. Voldemort, with his flowing black cape and shiny shoes that snapped like a whip with every step, entered and stared at Lucius with his blood red eyes. Lucius quickly stood, as a sign of respect, and offered the Dark Lord his seat.
"I have business to discuss with you." Voldemort said in a voice that boomed like thunder, but more terrifying. "As you know, I am getting older and can not conduct business as well as I use too. Since I have yet to get my hands on the elixir of life, I need someone to take my spot when I am gone." Lucius felt his icy heart beat faster with excitement. He knew that he had been a loyal follower, and now Voldemort was going to reward him.
"So," Voldemort continued. "I need you to go and find that person for me." Lucius' heart froze over again, and he scowled openly.
"Where will I find this follower who is worthy enough to take your position?" Lucius asked, figuring that a little ass kissing could never hurt.
"Go track down the Weasley's, and you'll find her." Voldemort said with a confident smirk.
~*~*~*~
Ginny was nearly going crazy around her brothers, so her mother suggested that she go look at a couple of the stores. Ginny agreed, and happily left, needing some time alone. Fred, George, and Ron all left shortly after, heading toward the Quidditch shop.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat at one of the many tables in the Leaky Cauldron. They both ordered some coffee and began discussing how they were going to find the money to support the two new additions to their family.
"Sounds like you've got quite a problem." Came a rather cold and familiar voice from behind them. Both turned around to find Lucius Malfoy sitting at the table next to them.
"What do you want?" Mr. Weasley asked, not even bothering to be polite around a Malfoy.
"To discuss something with you two." Lucius said, an evil glint in his eyes. "Somewhere more... private."
All three of them headed up to the Weasley's bedroom. Lucius locked the door behind himself and put a silencing charm on the room. Mrs. Weasley looked very frightened, and sent a nervous glance to her husband.
"So, the first thing I want to ask is; why?" Lucius asked, receiving confused looks from both of the Weasleys. "I'm talking about your daughter, Ginny. Why did you hide her true identity?" Mrs. Weasley looked rather faint, and had to steady herself by holding onto one of the bedposts.
"How did you find out?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Didn't you think her father would know?" Lucius asked.
"Actually, we're not sure who the father is..." Mrs. Weasley admitted. Lucius looked very confused, and she went into the explanation.
"About seventeen years ago, I was pregnant. All of the children were so excited to finally have a baby sister. But, in the hospital, when I went into labor, the baby died. I was devastated and I knew all of the children would be as well. But, in the next room, there was a woman who gave birth to a red headed baby girl. The woman died shortly after, and the doctors said that the baby would be an orphan. So, we decided to adopt her and tell everyone that she was ours. She looked so much like us, no one thought differently." Mrs. Weasley said, staring at her feet the whole time.
"How touching." Lucius said, rolling his eyes. "Well her father wants her back-"
"There's no way we're giving our Ginny to some stranger." Mr. Weasley said defensively.
"He's no stranger." Lucius laughed. "In fact, he's quite famous. Or haven't you heard of Lord Voldemort?"
Instantly Mrs. Weasley began to sob.
"You're lying." Mr. Weasley said, trying to comfort his wife and glare at Lucius at the same time.
"Oh really. Then how did she open the Chamber of Secrets? She'd have to speak Parselmouth to do that, and that's a characteristic the Dark Lord is famous for. And how did she control the Basilisk? It's common knowledge that only the heir of Slytherin can do that. Lord Voldemort is the heir of Slytherin which means -"
"That his daughter would be the heir too." Mr. Weasley finished, looking completely devastated.
"Look Weasley, you have something I want, and I can give you something in return." Lucius said, keeping his voice very cold. "If you give me the girl, then I will give you as much money as you need. You can buy a new, bigger house, and be able to give your children things that aren't second hand."
Mr. Weasley seemed to ponder this for a while, as his wife sobbed in the background.
"I can't do it." Mr. Weasley sighed. "I can't give my little girl to some maniac."
"If you don't hand her over, you know Voldemort will come after you." Lucius said, looking almost amused at the thought. "He'll kill all of you and take what he wants."
Mr. Weasley could tell that he wasn't bluffing. Voldemort wasn't the type of guy to take 'no' for an answer.
"What does he want with our Ginny?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"He wants her to take over his position as the Dark Lord." Lucius answered, sounding rather jealous.
"And he won't hurt her?"
"No. He'll treat her like the princess she is." Lucius said, not knowing if he was lying or not, and not really caring either. "And you'll be ten times richer..."
".... fine." Mr. Weasley said. Lucius held out his hand to seal the deal, but Mr. Weasley just glared at him, and told him to leave. Once he did, Mrs. Weasley turned to her husband.
"How could you do that Arthur?!" She nearly yelled. "How could you sell our only daughter to a Death Eater?!"
"Ginny's not like us, Molly." Mr. Weasley said. "She has different blood. There's evil in it, and you know it's going to show through sometime."
"I can't believe you're talking about our daughter like that. Like you don't even know her." Mrs. Weasley said with disgust.
"She's not our daughter. She's Voldemorts."
"But we brought her up. It doesn't matter who she is genetically related to, it matters who took care of her and who loved her. Ginny's not stupid, Arthur. She knows who cared for her throughout her entire life and who deserted her at birth."
"Some things are easily forgotten." Mr. Weasley said.
"But not love. It's never forgotten and it never fades. Like it or not, she'll never forget us. No matter what bloods inside of her, she has us in her heart."
"Too bad her hearts made of ice." Mr. Weasley said under his breath.
"Just because her father is like that doesn't mean she is. Have you forgotten the seventeen years you've spent with her? Does it suddenly not matter that every single one of the seventeen years were filled with love and laughter. She loves you, Arthur, and I hope that knowing her real father doesn't stop you from loving her just as much." Mrs. Weasley said, staring at her husband with watery eyes.
Mr. Weasley sighed and rubbed the top of his balding head in deep thought.
"I have to go figure out how we're going to get her to Voldemort." He said, leaving the room quickly.
"Are we telling the kids?"
"No." Mr. Weasley yelled over his shoulder. "Don't tell anyone."
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Chapter 2: A Secret Well Kept
Lucius sat in his well furnished living room, reading the news paper one afternoon, when the doorbell rang.
"Slave! Answer the door!" Lucius yelled, his voice echoing throughout the house. He was referring to the house elf that soon came scurrying toward the door. Lucius had named this particular house elf and felt that it was very appropriate, even though Narcissa begged to differ.
Slave quickly opened the door, but not quickly enough. The person on the other side kicked the door open, slamming it against the wall with Slave smashed in between. Voldemort, with his flowing black cape and shiny shoes that snapped like a whip with every step, entered and stared at Lucius with his blood red eyes. Lucius quickly stood, as a sign of respect, and offered the Dark Lord his seat.
"I have business to discuss with you." Voldemort said in a voice that boomed like thunder, but more terrifying. "As you know, I am getting older and can not conduct business as well as I use too. Since I have yet to get my hands on the elixir of life, I need someone to take my spot when I am gone." Lucius felt his icy heart beat faster with excitement. He knew that he had been a loyal follower, and now Voldemort was going to reward him.
"So," Voldemort continued. "I need you to go and find that person for me." Lucius' heart froze over again, and he scowled openly.
"Where will I find this follower who is worthy enough to take your position?" Lucius asked, figuring that a little ass kissing could never hurt.
"Go track down the Weasley's, and you'll find her." Voldemort said with a confident smirk.
~*~*~*~
Ginny was nearly going crazy around her brothers, so her mother suggested that she go look at a couple of the stores. Ginny agreed, and happily left, needing some time alone. Fred, George, and Ron all left shortly after, heading toward the Quidditch shop.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat at one of the many tables in the Leaky Cauldron. They both ordered some coffee and began discussing how they were going to find the money to support the two new additions to their family.
"Sounds like you've got quite a problem." Came a rather cold and familiar voice from behind them. Both turned around to find Lucius Malfoy sitting at the table next to them.
"What do you want?" Mr. Weasley asked, not even bothering to be polite around a Malfoy.
"To discuss something with you two." Lucius said, an evil glint in his eyes. "Somewhere more... private."
All three of them headed up to the Weasley's bedroom. Lucius locked the door behind himself and put a silencing charm on the room. Mrs. Weasley looked very frightened, and sent a nervous glance to her husband.
"So, the first thing I want to ask is; why?" Lucius asked, receiving confused looks from both of the Weasleys. "I'm talking about your daughter, Ginny. Why did you hide her true identity?" Mrs. Weasley looked rather faint, and had to steady herself by holding onto one of the bedposts.
"How did you find out?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Didn't you think her father would know?" Lucius asked.
"Actually, we're not sure who the father is..." Mrs. Weasley admitted. Lucius looked very confused, and she went into the explanation.
"About seventeen years ago, I was pregnant. All of the children were so excited to finally have a baby sister. But, in the hospital, when I went into labor, the baby died. I was devastated and I knew all of the children would be as well. But, in the next room, there was a woman who gave birth to a red headed baby girl. The woman died shortly after, and the doctors said that the baby would be an orphan. So, we decided to adopt her and tell everyone that she was ours. She looked so much like us, no one thought differently." Mrs. Weasley said, staring at her feet the whole time.
"How touching." Lucius said, rolling his eyes. "Well her father wants her back-"
"There's no way we're giving our Ginny to some stranger." Mr. Weasley said defensively.
"He's no stranger." Lucius laughed. "In fact, he's quite famous. Or haven't you heard of Lord Voldemort?"
Instantly Mrs. Weasley began to sob.
"You're lying." Mr. Weasley said, trying to comfort his wife and glare at Lucius at the same time.
"Oh really. Then how did she open the Chamber of Secrets? She'd have to speak Parselmouth to do that, and that's a characteristic the Dark Lord is famous for. And how did she control the Basilisk? It's common knowledge that only the heir of Slytherin can do that. Lord Voldemort is the heir of Slytherin which means -"
"That his daughter would be the heir too." Mr. Weasley finished, looking completely devastated.
"Look Weasley, you have something I want, and I can give you something in return." Lucius said, keeping his voice very cold. "If you give me the girl, then I will give you as much money as you need. You can buy a new, bigger house, and be able to give your children things that aren't second hand."
Mr. Weasley seemed to ponder this for a while, as his wife sobbed in the background.
"I can't do it." Mr. Weasley sighed. "I can't give my little girl to some maniac."
"If you don't hand her over, you know Voldemort will come after you." Lucius said, looking almost amused at the thought. "He'll kill all of you and take what he wants."
Mr. Weasley could tell that he wasn't bluffing. Voldemort wasn't the type of guy to take 'no' for an answer.
"What does he want with our Ginny?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"He wants her to take over his position as the Dark Lord." Lucius answered, sounding rather jealous.
"And he won't hurt her?"
"No. He'll treat her like the princess she is." Lucius said, not knowing if he was lying or not, and not really caring either. "And you'll be ten times richer..."
".... fine." Mr. Weasley said. Lucius held out his hand to seal the deal, but Mr. Weasley just glared at him, and told him to leave. Once he did, Mrs. Weasley turned to her husband.
"How could you do that Arthur?!" She nearly yelled. "How could you sell our only daughter to a Death Eater?!"
"Ginny's not like us, Molly." Mr. Weasley said. "She has different blood. There's evil in it, and you know it's going to show through sometime."
"I can't believe you're talking about our daughter like that. Like you don't even know her." Mrs. Weasley said with disgust.
"She's not our daughter. She's Voldemorts."
"But we brought her up. It doesn't matter who she is genetically related to, it matters who took care of her and who loved her. Ginny's not stupid, Arthur. She knows who cared for her throughout her entire life and who deserted her at birth."
"Some things are easily forgotten." Mr. Weasley said.
"But not love. It's never forgotten and it never fades. Like it or not, she'll never forget us. No matter what bloods inside of her, she has us in her heart."
"Too bad her hearts made of ice." Mr. Weasley said under his breath.
"Just because her father is like that doesn't mean she is. Have you forgotten the seventeen years you've spent with her? Does it suddenly not matter that every single one of the seventeen years were filled with love and laughter. She loves you, Arthur, and I hope that knowing her real father doesn't stop you from loving her just as much." Mrs. Weasley said, staring at her husband with watery eyes.
Mr. Weasley sighed and rubbed the top of his balding head in deep thought.
"I have to go figure out how we're going to get her to Voldemort." He said, leaving the room quickly.
"Are we telling the kids?"
"No." Mr. Weasley yelled over his shoulder. "Don't tell anyone."
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