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 3: Leaving a Loved One
Ginny couldn't quite understand why, but ever since she came back from shopping that day, her parents had acted particularly strange around her. Her father kept his distance, as if she had some sort of disease that he was desperate not to catch. And her mother seemed on the verge of tears at the sight of her. She'd cup Ginny's face with her hand, and stare at her like it would be the last time she'd see her. She'd then wrap Ginny in a hug and whisper that she loved her. Ginny whispered the same thing back, and rubbed her mothers back comfortingly.
"Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley said one day, standing in the doorway of the room Ginny shared with her brothers. Ginny was sitting on the bed, reading a book. She looked up and smiled warmly at her mother.
"Hey Mummy." Ginny said. Her mother smiled a teary smile. She came in and sat down on the bed, next to Ginny.
"I have something I've been wanting to give you." Mrs. Weasley said, pulling out a small, beat up jewelry box. She handed it to Ginny, and urged her to open it. When she did, there was a silver necklace with a ring on it. With closer examination, Ginny found that it was a Claddagh Ring. It had a silver band with two hands that surrounded a heart with a crown on top.
"It's beautiful, Mummy. Thank you." Ginny said, hugging her mother. Mrs. Weasley held onto her daughter tight. She never wanted to let her go, but knew that there was no choice. She had Ginny turn around, and helped her put the necklace on.
"I got this from my mother, and she from hers, and so on. The rings too big for you yet, so I thought it'd make a lovely necklace." Mrs. Weasley said, admiring the jewelry that hung from Ginny's neck. "We're Irish, you know. And it's tradition for a mother to pass the Claddagh ring onto her daughter. It represents how love conquers everything." She said, her eyes tearing up again. Ginny hugged her mother again, and felt the tears soak into her shirt.
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"Ginny? Come on dear, we're going to the market." Mr. Weasley called. Ginny hurried down the stairs and saw her father waiting for her.
"Why can't we just go to the stores here in Diagon Alley?" Ginny asked, noting that their car, which they bought a few years ago, was park outside of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Because it doesn't have the variety." Mr. Weasley answered, not looking his daughter in the eye.
"Goodbye Ginny." Mrs. Weasley said, hugging her daughter tighter then ever before. She kissed Ginny on the forehead and let out a little sob. She quickly pulled herself together with one look from her husband.
"Boys, aren't you going to tell your sister goodbye?" Mrs. Weasley asked as Ron, Fred, and George came running down the stairs.
"She's just going to the market mum." Ron said, looking puzzled. "She'll be home in a bit." Mrs. Weasley glared, and the boys obeyed. They all said their goodbyes, each boy exchanging a confused smile with their sister, wondering about their mother's behavior.
Ginny got into the car with her father, and they started driving. She noticed that her father hadn't made eye contact with her for the past couple days, and decided that a conversation would be out of the question. So Ginny stared out the window at a place she had never seen before. Of course, that wasn't saying much. She had only been to her town, Diagon Alley, Egypt, and where ever Hogwarts was located. Nothing to brag about.
Ginny shifted her gaze back to her father, and noticed that he was gripping the wheel very tightly. His knuckles were turning a ghostly shade of white. His eyes were focused on the road in front of him, as if he had blinders on. She had never seen her father this stiff before. And it almost scared her.
She felt the car begin to swerve a bit, and snapped her head to the front, looking at the road. She gripped the bottom of her seat and tensed up as her father did almost a complete U-turn, but ran into a tree before they made it all the way around. Ginny screamed and tried to cover her face as her side of the car came crashing into a large oak tree that was in someone's front yard. Ginny's head hit the dashboard and she completely blacked out. But before she did, Ginny could have sworn she heard her father scream that he loved her.
~*~*~*~
Hours later, Ginny's eyes fluttered open. Her body felt numb, and it took her a few seconds to regain her sense of touch. When she did, Ginny could feel a very fluffy bed beneath her. When her vision became less fuzzy, she wondered where the hell she was. It was too dark to be a hospital, and too big to be her room at the Leaky Cauldron. As she slowly sat up, preparing herself to run, a cold voice came from the doorway.
"And the princess finally wakes from her deep slumber." Lucius Malfoy scoffed. Ginny whirled around and glared at him.
"What am I doing here?" She asked, feeling very alone and very scared, but hiding it well.
"Oh, my dear girl, haven't you figured it out yet?" Lucius asked, looking at her like she was the village idiot, which he probably thought she was. "You're parents sold you to me." He laughed.
"That's not funny." Ginny said, fingering the ring that was around her neck, reminding herself of her parents love for her.
"A Malfoy never jokes." Lucius said seriously. He explained to Ginny about her being Voldemort's daughter and how he wanted her to take over his role as the Dark Lord. Lucius also went into great detail about how Ginny's parents handed her over in exchange for money. He loved watching her face fall and tears fill her eyes.
Then Lucius began to tell her some of the things that he and Mr. Weasley had worked out just days before.
"The Dark Lord doesn't want anyone but the Death Eaters to know about the new leader. It will add to the surprise, and also will help us later on. If they don't know who they're fighting, they won't fight as well. Voldemort is famous. Everyone knows his weaknesses and everyone knows his tactics. So they will be caught completely off guard when you take over and things are done differently."
"But if I'm missing, won't people begin to suspect?" Ginny asked, trying desperately to find a flaw in their seemingly flawless plan.
"We've already taken care of that." Lucius said, handing Ginny the Daily Prophet and telling her to flip to the Obituary. Sure enough, the name Virginia Weasley was printed right next to a picture of her.
"Now, everyone in the wizarding world thinks that you died in a car crash." Lucius smirked.
"You mean, when my dad ran into that tree..." Ginny asked, feeling so betrayed and so unloved that she couldn't find the words.
"That's right, it was all staged. We conjured a fake body with a little bit of magic and wha-la, you're dead." Lucius grinned evilly. Ginny seemed crushed beyond belief, so he felt obliged to continue. "You are to stay in this house until your real father teaches you enough for you to take over his position. Do not speak to anyone, do not owl anyone. If a single soul finds out that you are still alive, they and anyone they tell will be killed immediately. Voldemort will come tomorrow to see you." Ginny looked both angry and on the verge of tears. "What's the matter Weasley? Don't you want to see your real father?" he mocked.
"Arthur Weasley is my real father." Ginny said with a shaky voice, using all of her energy to hold in the tears that were filling her eyes. Lucius scoffed, and left the room, muttering something about how foolish Ginny was to believe such a thing. As soon as Lucius' back was no longer in sight, Ginny felt her knees buckle beneath her. She fell to the ground and tears quickly began to streak her cheeks as she gave into the emotions that were making it so hard for her to breath.
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Chapter 3: Leaving a Loved One
Ginny couldn't quite understand why, but ever since she came back from shopping that day, her parents had acted particularly strange around her. Her father kept his distance, as if she had some sort of disease that he was desperate not to catch. And her mother seemed on the verge of tears at the sight of her. She'd cup Ginny's face with her hand, and stare at her like it would be the last time she'd see her. She'd then wrap Ginny in a hug and whisper that she loved her. Ginny whispered the same thing back, and rubbed her mothers back comfortingly.
"Ginny?" Mrs. Weasley said one day, standing in the doorway of the room Ginny shared with her brothers. Ginny was sitting on the bed, reading a book. She looked up and smiled warmly at her mother.
"Hey Mummy." Ginny said. Her mother smiled a teary smile. She came in and sat down on the bed, next to Ginny.
"I have something I've been wanting to give you." Mrs. Weasley said, pulling out a small, beat up jewelry box. She handed it to Ginny, and urged her to open it. When she did, there was a silver necklace with a ring on it. With closer examination, Ginny found that it was a Claddagh Ring. It had a silver band with two hands that surrounded a heart with a crown on top.
"It's beautiful, Mummy. Thank you." Ginny said, hugging her mother. Mrs. Weasley held onto her daughter tight. She never wanted to let her go, but knew that there was no choice. She had Ginny turn around, and helped her put the necklace on.
"I got this from my mother, and she from hers, and so on. The rings too big for you yet, so I thought it'd make a lovely necklace." Mrs. Weasley said, admiring the jewelry that hung from Ginny's neck. "We're Irish, you know. And it's tradition for a mother to pass the Claddagh ring onto her daughter. It represents how love conquers everything." She said, her eyes tearing up again. Ginny hugged her mother again, and felt the tears soak into her shirt.
~*~*~*~
"Ginny? Come on dear, we're going to the market." Mr. Weasley called. Ginny hurried down the stairs and saw her father waiting for her.
"Why can't we just go to the stores here in Diagon Alley?" Ginny asked, noting that their car, which they bought a few years ago, was park outside of the Leaky Cauldron.
"Because it doesn't have the variety." Mr. Weasley answered, not looking his daughter in the eye.
"Goodbye Ginny." Mrs. Weasley said, hugging her daughter tighter then ever before. She kissed Ginny on the forehead and let out a little sob. She quickly pulled herself together with one look from her husband.
"Boys, aren't you going to tell your sister goodbye?" Mrs. Weasley asked as Ron, Fred, and George came running down the stairs.
"She's just going to the market mum." Ron said, looking puzzled. "She'll be home in a bit." Mrs. Weasley glared, and the boys obeyed. They all said their goodbyes, each boy exchanging a confused smile with their sister, wondering about their mother's behavior.
Ginny got into the car with her father, and they started driving. She noticed that her father hadn't made eye contact with her for the past couple days, and decided that a conversation would be out of the question. So Ginny stared out the window at a place she had never seen before. Of course, that wasn't saying much. She had only been to her town, Diagon Alley, Egypt, and where ever Hogwarts was located. Nothing to brag about.
Ginny shifted her gaze back to her father, and noticed that he was gripping the wheel very tightly. His knuckles were turning a ghostly shade of white. His eyes were focused on the road in front of him, as if he had blinders on. She had never seen her father this stiff before. And it almost scared her.
She felt the car begin to swerve a bit, and snapped her head to the front, looking at the road. She gripped the bottom of her seat and tensed up as her father did almost a complete U-turn, but ran into a tree before they made it all the way around. Ginny screamed and tried to cover her face as her side of the car came crashing into a large oak tree that was in someone's front yard. Ginny's head hit the dashboard and she completely blacked out. But before she did, Ginny could have sworn she heard her father scream that he loved her.
~*~*~*~
Hours later, Ginny's eyes fluttered open. Her body felt numb, and it took her a few seconds to regain her sense of touch. When she did, Ginny could feel a very fluffy bed beneath her. When her vision became less fuzzy, she wondered where the hell she was. It was too dark to be a hospital, and too big to be her room at the Leaky Cauldron. As she slowly sat up, preparing herself to run, a cold voice came from the doorway.
"And the princess finally wakes from her deep slumber." Lucius Malfoy scoffed. Ginny whirled around and glared at him.
"What am I doing here?" She asked, feeling very alone and very scared, but hiding it well.
"Oh, my dear girl, haven't you figured it out yet?" Lucius asked, looking at her like she was the village idiot, which he probably thought she was. "You're parents sold you to me." He laughed.
"That's not funny." Ginny said, fingering the ring that was around her neck, reminding herself of her parents love for her.
"A Malfoy never jokes." Lucius said seriously. He explained to Ginny about her being Voldemort's daughter and how he wanted her to take over his role as the Dark Lord. Lucius also went into great detail about how Ginny's parents handed her over in exchange for money. He loved watching her face fall and tears fill her eyes.
Then Lucius began to tell her some of the things that he and Mr. Weasley had worked out just days before.
"The Dark Lord doesn't want anyone but the Death Eaters to know about the new leader. It will add to the surprise, and also will help us later on. If they don't know who they're fighting, they won't fight as well. Voldemort is famous. Everyone knows his weaknesses and everyone knows his tactics. So they will be caught completely off guard when you take over and things are done differently."
"But if I'm missing, won't people begin to suspect?" Ginny asked, trying desperately to find a flaw in their seemingly flawless plan.
"We've already taken care of that." Lucius said, handing Ginny the Daily Prophet and telling her to flip to the Obituary. Sure enough, the name Virginia Weasley was printed right next to a picture of her.
"Now, everyone in the wizarding world thinks that you died in a car crash." Lucius smirked.
"You mean, when my dad ran into that tree..." Ginny asked, feeling so betrayed and so unloved that she couldn't find the words.
"That's right, it was all staged. We conjured a fake body with a little bit of magic and wha-la, you're dead." Lucius grinned evilly. Ginny seemed crushed beyond belief, so he felt obliged to continue. "You are to stay in this house until your real father teaches you enough for you to take over his position. Do not speak to anyone, do not owl anyone. If a single soul finds out that you are still alive, they and anyone they tell will be killed immediately. Voldemort will come tomorrow to see you." Ginny looked both angry and on the verge of tears. "What's the matter Weasley? Don't you want to see your real father?" he mocked.
"Arthur Weasley is my real father." Ginny said with a shaky voice, using all of her energy to hold in the tears that were filling her eyes. Lucius scoffed, and left the room, muttering something about how foolish Ginny was to believe such a thing. As soon as Lucius' back was no longer in sight, Ginny felt her knees buckle beneath her. She fell to the ground and tears quickly began to streak her cheeks as she gave into the emotions that were making it so hard for her to breath.
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