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 4: Ginny's Real Father
Slave showed Ginny to her room and told her to call if she needed anything. Ginny nodded politely, and began to look around her new room. It was very large, of course, but rather dark. The walls were a blood red, and the bed was black. It was all rather depressing, but for the time being, it was the only safe place Ginny felt she could be. The entire Malfoy Manor scared her so much, she never wanted to wander around it alone. So Ginny took out her journal (she hadn't used the word diary since the incident her first year), and began to write.
I can't believe it. Everything has been turned upside down and I don't know how to change it. My family has betrayed me and my identity isn't what I thought it was. Nothing's right, and I don't think it will be right for a while. The thought of me being You-Know-Who's daughter is too much to handle. I cant even say his real name, and I've been terrified of him my whole life. But, I suppose I shouldn't be, because I'm just like him. I have his blood and as much as I want to, I cant change that.
"Oh come now, it can't be that bad." Came an all too familiar voice from behind her. Ginny whirled around and found that Draco was looking over her shoulder and reading her journal. She quickly snapped it shut and glared at him.
"Haven't you ever heard of privacy?" Ginny spat, glaring with such intensity that her eyes were nothing but slits in her head.
"Trust me, you won't find any privacy in the Malfoy Manor." Draco scoffed. "It's frowned upon. If you keep a secret, they'll think you're hiding something and that's never good in a house full of paranoid Death Eaters."
"Just because you kidnapped me doesn't mean I have to tell you everything." Ginny said, continuing to glare.
"But I'm sure your daddy doesn't want you to keep secrets. You are family, after all." Draco said, smirking at the look on Ginny's face.
"Fuck off." Ginny said, deciding not to waste her time with him. "You're just jealous because you'll be the one who'll take orders from me."
"Excuse me?" Draco demanded, taking that comment very offensively.
"I'll be the new Dark Lord. And you're obviously a Death Eater." Ginny said with a smile. She then put on a very thoughtful face when she said, "Let's think. Who's more important? A Malfoy, or a Riddle?"
"Just because you're father's powerful doesn't mean you are too." Draco hissed.
"Same goes for you." Ginny said with a little laugh. Draco sent one last glare her way before he stomped out the door. Ginny smiled victoriously to herself, and continued to write in her journal.
~*~*~*~
"Mrs..... erm... Dark Lord?" Slave called up the stairs. She had been having trouble with which name to use for Ginny. "Your father's here."
"I'll be right down." Ginny called back, clasping the necklace with the Claddagh ring on it around her neck. She checked herself once more in the mirror and took a deep breath, wanting to do anything but come face to face with Voldemort. She'd heard how terrifying he was, and she was still a little scarred from the encounter first year, even though it had just been a memory of him.
Ginny walked down the staircase, unintentionally holding her breath the whole time. She turned into the parlor and found a very white figure sitting on the couch. He had no sign of a smile on his face, and Ginny was pretty sure his mouth had never surpassed a smirk.
"My child." Was his only remark. He didn't look exactly happy to see her, but he didn't look angry either.
"Hello....erm....." Ginny stuttered.
"I am your Lord, and you can regard me as such." Voldemort said.
"Alright. Hello my Lord." Ginny said, trying not to cringe at the words. She never wanted to regard Voldemort as a Lord. She'd never worship him in anyway, and she'd much rather call him more suited names such as; bastard, murderer, or bloody git. But Ginny knew that wouldn't go over well.
"I have something to give you." Voldemort said, holding out his palm and snapping a finger. Instantly, a black velvet box with a green bow on it appeared in his open hand. He handed it to Ginny and she hesitated slightly before opening it.
Inside was a very elegant and expensive looking necklace. A silver chain held a beautiful inch long green crystal prism. Wrapped around the crystal was a small, silver snake that had it's mouth open in the striking position.
"Ummm, thank you." Ginny stuttered. She put the necklace on. Her new pendent made a wind chime noise when it clinked together with the Claddagh ring.
"This necklace once belonged to Salazar Slytherin himself. It's said to give the wearer unknown powers so that they can do the impossible." Voldemort said. "It will come in handy when you take over as the Dark Lord." Ginny could have sworn that an almost proud look flashed over her father's face.
"Speaking of that, I should probably start teaching you about the Dark Arts." Voldemort said, standing up and motioning for Ginny to do the same.
"I already learned about the Dark Arts in school." Ginny said, receiving a laugh from her father.
"You learned about all of the things Death Eaters know before they can walk." Voldemort scoffed, making Ginny flush with embarrassment.
~*~*~*~
For weeks, Voldemort would come by everyday and drill Dark Arts things into Ginny's head. She had so much trouble remembering the Death Eaters Code, all of the curses, and different war strategies, that Voldemort often lost his temper. Ginny went to bed crying every night, wishing that she had a different family, or even no family at all. Anything was better then Voldemort.
One day, after five hours of quizzing Ginny on the fifty ways to kill a wizard, every single one of those five hours filled with Ginny getting the wrong answer, Voldemort sighed in defeat.
"She'll never know it all." He said to Lucius who, along with his son, was watching on with a devious grin.
"How hard is it to remember that twenty of them are curses, and the rest are potions?" Draco scoffed. Voldemort glanced over at Draco, and suddenly seemed to have an idea.
"Do you know the Death Eaters Code?" He asked Draco.
"Sure, forwards and backwards." Draco bragged.
"What are you getting at?" Lucius asked.
"What if we had both of them rule. They could share the position. It would work out perfectly. Ginny is an expert on strategies for war, and Draco knows everything about the Death Eaters. They could work together and we'll have the power in no time." Voldemort said, smirking broadly.
"No one would accept a ruler who isn't of your blood. He'd have to be married to her for it to work out." Lucius pointed out.
"Then they'll get married." Voldemort said.
"What?" Ginny asked, her eyes very wide.
"There's no way I'm marrying her!" Draco said, looking at Ginny with the utmost disgust.
"Draco!" Lucius boomed. "How dare you raise your voice in front of the Dark Lord! You will do as he says!"
~*~*~*~
After Voldemort left, Ginny ran straight up to her room. She was living in hell, and couldn't get out. The fire was too hot for her and she couldn't control anything. She just broke down in tears.
"Oh suck it up Weasley." Came Draco's voice from the doorway.
"Fuck...off." Ginny said in between sobs.
"That's not a very nice thing to say to your fiancé." Draco said with a smirk.
"You think this is funny?" Ginny asked with disgust, turning to look at Draco. "We are both being forced to marry each other, even though we feel nothing but hate toward one another. Our lives are being chosen for us for the greater good of some worthless murderers."
"Don't be so dramatic." Draco said, waving a hand dismissively.
"How can this not be dramatic? I'm marrying the worst person on the planet." Ginny said, looking like the world was coming to an end.
"Well you're no picnic either." Draco laughed.
"You're not taking this seriously." Ginny sighed.
"I've done that my whole life. When you never get what you want, then you have to put humor into it before the realization eats you alive."
"You? Not getting what you want? Riiiiiiight." Ginny scoffed. "Have you forgotten about all of the presents your fathers bought you? All of the broomsticks and clothes?"
"I'm talking about things that really matter." Draco said. "I'd take a day of fishing with my father over a broomstick any day." He said truthfully. "You don't know how good you had it with the Weasleys."
"Too bad they sold me to a murderer." Ginny scoffed darkly.
"It's better then living with a murderer your whole life." Draco said. Ginny was silent for a while, feeling very guilty for complaining when Draco had it just as bad.
".... I still don't like you." Ginny said.
"The feelings mutual." Draco laughed.
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A/N: Can you picture Draco fishing with his father? Me neither, but Tom Felton (Draco in the movies) likes to fish, so by God I'm having Draco fish!...sorry. Sugar and obsessions don't mix well...
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Chapter 4: Ginny's Real Father
Slave showed Ginny to her room and told her to call if she needed anything. Ginny nodded politely, and began to look around her new room. It was very large, of course, but rather dark. The walls were a blood red, and the bed was black. It was all rather depressing, but for the time being, it was the only safe place Ginny felt she could be. The entire Malfoy Manor scared her so much, she never wanted to wander around it alone. So Ginny took out her journal (she hadn't used the word diary since the incident her first year), and began to write.
I can't believe it. Everything has been turned upside down and I don't know how to change it. My family has betrayed me and my identity isn't what I thought it was. Nothing's right, and I don't think it will be right for a while. The thought of me being You-Know-Who's daughter is too much to handle. I cant even say his real name, and I've been terrified of him my whole life. But, I suppose I shouldn't be, because I'm just like him. I have his blood and as much as I want to, I cant change that.
"Oh come now, it can't be that bad." Came an all too familiar voice from behind her. Ginny whirled around and found that Draco was looking over her shoulder and reading her journal. She quickly snapped it shut and glared at him.
"Haven't you ever heard of privacy?" Ginny spat, glaring with such intensity that her eyes were nothing but slits in her head.
"Trust me, you won't find any privacy in the Malfoy Manor." Draco scoffed. "It's frowned upon. If you keep a secret, they'll think you're hiding something and that's never good in a house full of paranoid Death Eaters."
"Just because you kidnapped me doesn't mean I have to tell you everything." Ginny said, continuing to glare.
"But I'm sure your daddy doesn't want you to keep secrets. You are family, after all." Draco said, smirking at the look on Ginny's face.
"Fuck off." Ginny said, deciding not to waste her time with him. "You're just jealous because you'll be the one who'll take orders from me."
"Excuse me?" Draco demanded, taking that comment very offensively.
"I'll be the new Dark Lord. And you're obviously a Death Eater." Ginny said with a smile. She then put on a very thoughtful face when she said, "Let's think. Who's more important? A Malfoy, or a Riddle?"
"Just because you're father's powerful doesn't mean you are too." Draco hissed.
"Same goes for you." Ginny said with a little laugh. Draco sent one last glare her way before he stomped out the door. Ginny smiled victoriously to herself, and continued to write in her journal.
~*~*~*~
"Mrs..... erm... Dark Lord?" Slave called up the stairs. She had been having trouble with which name to use for Ginny. "Your father's here."
"I'll be right down." Ginny called back, clasping the necklace with the Claddagh ring on it around her neck. She checked herself once more in the mirror and took a deep breath, wanting to do anything but come face to face with Voldemort. She'd heard how terrifying he was, and she was still a little scarred from the encounter first year, even though it had just been a memory of him.
Ginny walked down the staircase, unintentionally holding her breath the whole time. She turned into the parlor and found a very white figure sitting on the couch. He had no sign of a smile on his face, and Ginny was pretty sure his mouth had never surpassed a smirk.
"My child." Was his only remark. He didn't look exactly happy to see her, but he didn't look angry either.
"Hello....erm....." Ginny stuttered.
"I am your Lord, and you can regard me as such." Voldemort said.
"Alright. Hello my Lord." Ginny said, trying not to cringe at the words. She never wanted to regard Voldemort as a Lord. She'd never worship him in anyway, and she'd much rather call him more suited names such as; bastard, murderer, or bloody git. But Ginny knew that wouldn't go over well.
"I have something to give you." Voldemort said, holding out his palm and snapping a finger. Instantly, a black velvet box with a green bow on it appeared in his open hand. He handed it to Ginny and she hesitated slightly before opening it.
Inside was a very elegant and expensive looking necklace. A silver chain held a beautiful inch long green crystal prism. Wrapped around the crystal was a small, silver snake that had it's mouth open in the striking position.
"Ummm, thank you." Ginny stuttered. She put the necklace on. Her new pendent made a wind chime noise when it clinked together with the Claddagh ring.
"This necklace once belonged to Salazar Slytherin himself. It's said to give the wearer unknown powers so that they can do the impossible." Voldemort said. "It will come in handy when you take over as the Dark Lord." Ginny could have sworn that an almost proud look flashed over her father's face.
"Speaking of that, I should probably start teaching you about the Dark Arts." Voldemort said, standing up and motioning for Ginny to do the same.
"I already learned about the Dark Arts in school." Ginny said, receiving a laugh from her father.
"You learned about all of the things Death Eaters know before they can walk." Voldemort scoffed, making Ginny flush with embarrassment.
~*~*~*~
For weeks, Voldemort would come by everyday and drill Dark Arts things into Ginny's head. She had so much trouble remembering the Death Eaters Code, all of the curses, and different war strategies, that Voldemort often lost his temper. Ginny went to bed crying every night, wishing that she had a different family, or even no family at all. Anything was better then Voldemort.
One day, after five hours of quizzing Ginny on the fifty ways to kill a wizard, every single one of those five hours filled with Ginny getting the wrong answer, Voldemort sighed in defeat.
"She'll never know it all." He said to Lucius who, along with his son, was watching on with a devious grin.
"How hard is it to remember that twenty of them are curses, and the rest are potions?" Draco scoffed. Voldemort glanced over at Draco, and suddenly seemed to have an idea.
"Do you know the Death Eaters Code?" He asked Draco.
"Sure, forwards and backwards." Draco bragged.
"What are you getting at?" Lucius asked.
"What if we had both of them rule. They could share the position. It would work out perfectly. Ginny is an expert on strategies for war, and Draco knows everything about the Death Eaters. They could work together and we'll have the power in no time." Voldemort said, smirking broadly.
"No one would accept a ruler who isn't of your blood. He'd have to be married to her for it to work out." Lucius pointed out.
"Then they'll get married." Voldemort said.
"What?" Ginny asked, her eyes very wide.
"There's no way I'm marrying her!" Draco said, looking at Ginny with the utmost disgust.
"Draco!" Lucius boomed. "How dare you raise your voice in front of the Dark Lord! You will do as he says!"
~*~*~*~
After Voldemort left, Ginny ran straight up to her room. She was living in hell, and couldn't get out. The fire was too hot for her and she couldn't control anything. She just broke down in tears.
"Oh suck it up Weasley." Came Draco's voice from the doorway.
"Fuck...off." Ginny said in between sobs.
"That's not a very nice thing to say to your fiancé." Draco said with a smirk.
"You think this is funny?" Ginny asked with disgust, turning to look at Draco. "We are both being forced to marry each other, even though we feel nothing but hate toward one another. Our lives are being chosen for us for the greater good of some worthless murderers."
"Don't be so dramatic." Draco said, waving a hand dismissively.
"How can this not be dramatic? I'm marrying the worst person on the planet." Ginny said, looking like the world was coming to an end.
"Well you're no picnic either." Draco laughed.
"You're not taking this seriously." Ginny sighed.
"I've done that my whole life. When you never get what you want, then you have to put humor into it before the realization eats you alive."
"You? Not getting what you want? Riiiiiiight." Ginny scoffed. "Have you forgotten about all of the presents your fathers bought you? All of the broomsticks and clothes?"
"I'm talking about things that really matter." Draco said. "I'd take a day of fishing with my father over a broomstick any day." He said truthfully. "You don't know how good you had it with the Weasleys."
"Too bad they sold me to a murderer." Ginny scoffed darkly.
"It's better then living with a murderer your whole life." Draco said. Ginny was silent for a while, feeling very guilty for complaining when Draco had it just as bad.
".... I still don't like you." Ginny said.
"The feelings mutual." Draco laughed.
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A/N: Can you picture Draco fishing with his father? Me neither, but Tom Felton (Draco in the movies) likes to fish, so by God I'm having Draco fish!...sorry. Sugar and obsessions don't mix well...
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