Author's Notes: Heyyyyyooo everyone! This is my first time writing a Harry Potter fanfic. I really hope you like it! It's D/G style :0) I have a few things to clear up:
1. I don't know British slang or British vocabulary. The only word I know is snog lol! So, I'm really sorry if it doesn't sound like them, but I'll still try my best!
2. I'm also sorry if Ginny and Draco are OOC. I'm trying to make this as original as possible; but, I am really going to try as hard as I can to keep them IC (In Character)? :0) Also, the good thing writing about Ginny and Draco is the fact that they aren't really fully developed characters yet, you know? I mean we don't know what they are really thinking. So, it's quite interesting to play around with them.
3. I'm not sure if all my HP facts are 100% accurate. So, if you see something that looks weird (lol) then please feel free to tell me! Like if I spelt something wrong, or got the concept wrong, etc.
4. If you think my font is too small, please tell me! :0)
Oki doki! I think that's about it! I really hope that I can keep you interested in this story! Thanks a lot for taking the time out and reading all this. I really appreciate it! Also, don't forget FEEDBACK (E-mail, review, message). I would like to know what you think of it so far, is anything confusing, anything boring- anything! Take care! Hope to hear from u soon! One love! Paix! Happy reading! (Hopefully) :0)
Love, Stompy_Sanji or just Sanji!
Disclaimer: I do not own HP or anything to do with HP! It's all J.K. Rowling! I am not profiting from this in anyway.
PrologueNumber twelve, Grimmauld Place. Ginny Weasley, her family, Harry, Hermione, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Professor Lupin, and Tonks were gathered around the dinner table eating the meal Mrs. Weasley had prepared.
It was Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny's last day of vacation and tomorrow morning, they were going to be on the Hogwarts Express. This was Ginny's sixth year and she was a prefect.
I wonder who the other prefects are, she thought, as she squashed her boiled potatoes with her fork.
Naturally, Hermione became the Head Girl and was thrilled about it. Ginny was very happy, because Hermione and her always got a long well.
"I want you four to be very careful this year." Mrs. Wealsey said, her facial expressions and tone serious. "You don't know who's working for who nowadays."
"That's right!" Mr. Weasley agreed. "Stay alert and be on guard at all times. Always have your wand handy."
"Snape has informed me that the night before your graduation ceremony," Professor Dumbledore said, looking at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "All the sons and daughters of the Death Eaters are going to be initiated by Voldemort." His voice was soft, but serious. The lines creasing his forehead were evident now and the bags under his eyes were dark.
He looks so worn out and old, Ginny thought, as she watched him. He looked at her and she saw that his eyes were void of his natural twinkle. She felt her stomach twist and she didn't have an appetite anymore.
"Ginny dear, eat up! You need your energy!" Mrs. Weasley said from beside her.
To make her mum happy, Ginny put some of the now mashed potato on her fork and put it in her mouth, chewing slowly.
"Yes, I have a few names of those who are surely going to be initiated: Blaise Zambini, Pansy Parkinson, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Theodore Nott, Millicent Buldstrode, and of course Draco Malfoy." Snape replied, his voice low.
"Of course!" Ron muttered to Harry and Hermione.
"That's seven." Tonks said, looking relieved.
"There are more of them. It's just that these are the only names I've heard so far." Snape said and frowned. "In addition, Voldemort is going to call upon the Slytherin sixth years to help him. It seems he's planning something big after Harry's graduation."
Sometimes at night, when Ginny couldn't sleep, Voldemort was the reason. Occasionally he still haunted her dreams. She felt a bit foolish still having nightmares about him, even though she knew it was a traumatizing event.
"Knowing all this, you four better not do anything drastic without contacting us first, okay? Moreover, don't go wandering around alone." Professor Lupin said, his voice firm.
All four of them nodded and exchanged quick glances with each other.
"Ok children, it's time to go to bed!" Mrs. Weasley said, getting up from her chair. They all groaned and got up from their chair. She ushered them out of the room; but not before they heard Professor Snape say, "We need more spies." Then Mrs. Weasley closed the door and left them standing in the hall.
"Need more spies?" Hermione asked.
"Let's head up and think of a plan." Harry said.
"Ginny, want to come?" Ron asked her.
"No, I'm just going to relax in my room, thanks." Ginny said, and she walked to the room she and Hermione shared.
What Ginny really wanted to do was read the muggle novel that Hermione had given her for her 16th birthday. It was called "Love Changes Life" and Ginny loved it. She was already on the last chapter and was on edge, wanting to know how it would end.
She entered her room, grabbed the book from the dressing table, and flopped on her bed.
Twenty more pages to go, she thought happily, and then began reading. Not even five minutes after she was finished with the book, she fell asleep with this last thought going through her mind: I can't wait to fall in love.
Draco Malfoy looked up at the ceiling. He was lying down on his bed and just had dinner with his mother and father.
How eventful that was, he thought bitterly, as he remembered his father's words-always lecturing and ordering him around, as if he were still a little child.
"Now Draco, you know what is to be expected of you the night before your graduation." Lucius Malfoy started, his voice naturally cold. "Don't cause too much trouble this year. Leave Potter and his friends alone. You'll get your chance at them later."
"Yes, Father." Draco replied monotonously. He was used to this speech. His father had given this same speech ever since he had come home for the summer.
"Now you're a seventh year and Head Boy. You'll have more access to Hogwarts. You better keep me informed." Lucius said, as he reached for his goblet of wine.
Draco looked at his mother, who was looking at him proudly. "I'm so proud of you, Draco." He nodded at her, acknowledging her compliment. "You're going to be a Death Eater soon and make the Malfoy name proud."
Oh, I was going to make the Malfoy name proud all right, Draco thought with a smirk. I'm going to out-do the 'Great Lucius Malfoy' himself and be Voldemort's right hand. There's no way I'm going to leave Potty, Weasel, and that Mudblood alone.
It was fun to aggravate them. As fate would have it, the Mudblood was chosen to be the Head Girl. Of course, I will take every opportunity to harass her!
He pushed himself off his bed and walked to his mirror. He looked at his face. His chiseled features; high cheekbones, short blonde hair slicked back, his long aristocratic nose, and his thin lips. All of these things reminded him that he was a Malfoy.
Growing up practicing dark magic at the age of eleven, socializing with older death eaters, studying spells and hexes-this was all the Malfoy way of living. This was Draco's past, present, and future. His whole life was already planned for him. Everything he had ever learned to be.
He walked over to his closet and looked through his clothes, which consisted of black robes, pants, shirts, turtlenecks; all made from the best cloth the wizarding world had to offer. He smirked. He knew he wouldn't have liked it any other way. All this luxury, he wouldn't trade it for anything. All the power and wealth was his life, his destiny.
He walked back to his bed and sat down. What should I do now? He thought, as he stared idly into the fireplace. I wouldn't mind some company...nah...I don't think I can tolerate Pansy. Thank God, Father had enough sense to realize that Pansy was not my type. It gets quite lonely at the top, but that doesn't matter. Malfoys aren't weak. Care about someone and you'll get weak. We don't need anyone.
He decided to change into some shorts and a shirt and just go to sleep. Tomorrow he would be going back to Hogwarts, so he better take advantage of his luxuries and get comfortable for the last night. He lay in bed, feeling a little drowsy, thinking of how the year would go and all the things he needed to accomplish before his graduation. He had a lot of work to do this year, and he hoped he wouldn't get distracted.
Author's Note (2): Wow! I hope that my next A/N isn't longer than the chapter itself! (haha). I doubt they will be though! Hope you liked the Prologue! Take care! Please Review!