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Summary: G/D to the bitter end. A/N : Thanks for the reviews!
She alighted in a clearing, the owl staring at her with large amber eyes, tying the broom and cloak to its talons and addressing the parcel 'Harry Potter' she shooed it off. It was a pleasant stroll; the sunlight dappled on the forest floor and in the distance a hum of Muggle machines on the motorway could be heard. This area of land was strangely untouched Ginny reflected, but beautiful nonetheless. The road was little but a beaten mud track and it had been worn so that it sloped downwards.
But the sense of freedom was exhilarating. She breathed in this air, damp from the trees surrounding her, and she ran. Giddy and relieved she felt like a ton wait had been lifted from her shoulders but as she ran she tripped, falling over a small jutting stone. Landing awkwardly she shrieked in pain. Moving around she saw her ankle, bent incorrectly; her sense of freedom was replaced by fear. Where was Draco? She hadn't seen him, perhaps the owl had led her wrong, or maybe he had left, she hadn't told him she was coming.
Draco had been walking ahead of her; he had slowed down, thinking of where he should go next. If Ginny hadn't fallen over that stone then she would have completely surprised him, there hadn't been that great of a distance between the two. Naturally he had heard her scream, and the slight whimper of pain, which followed. Doubling back he found her clutching her ankle in agony.
"Ginny!" He allowed himself to speak in an admonishing tone. " I thought you would've known better then to follow me." His voice grew tender. " It'll be dangerous."
Ginny gave an apologetic grin " You're forgetting I'm in Gryffindor, the house of reckless heroes."
"So will the entire gang be following us? Potter and his fanclub?" Draco smirked as he kneeled down to mend the broken bone.
" Firstly, I expressively insisted that I wasn't to be pursued and secondly, they're quite nice, once you know them. Though I can't see you and Ron being the best of friends." Draco assisted her up and she gingerly tested her foot, it was healed perfectly.
"I'm sure they're all just dying to have a fascinating conversation with me, or possibly just yell at me." He held her close and kissed her, the delight of liberty sped to her head again, now tempered with realism. They walked on, in a comfortable silence, occasionally discussing some trivia or other. In this idyllic time they refused to let anything spoil it.
They walked out of the wood, taking note of the nearest town they ambled along the pavement. They bought drinks and packets of crisps at a petrol station and ate while they rested, the cars on the road paying little heed to the two hikers. As it was nearing dust they arrived at the next large town. Draco, having converted his galleons to pounds sterling found two rooms at a reasonable hotel, it was only when they had sat down to eat dinner in a restaurant did either of them allow the conversation stray to more serious matters, but although they discussed topics such as the imminent future, Ginny found herself straying away from the subject of the prophecy.
When they decided to call it a day, Ginny sat on the edge of her bed, easing of her shoes, her feet aching though her ankle mended. And as she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling in the darkness she cursed at herself furiously, knowing that it wasn't an issue she should avoid for long.
This pattern continued for a week or so, leaving a town after lunch and arriving in a place at around dinner time, they never hurried, they had no idea where they were heading. Once an owl arrived, sent by her mother in hope that it might reach her, tears were dried on the page and while her mother rambled on for several pages the message was clear. If you can't come back, then take care, please return. Alone Ginny wrote her reply, 'I'm safe, I love you all, but I won't return, not yet.'
The answer to Ginny's letter came back the day before Ginny's 16th birthday, as well as a large parcel of clothes, wishing her a good day and informing her that they all loved her.
She opened the package that night in the privacy of her hotel room. She fondly stroked the woolen jumper as tears trickled down her face. Draco entered the room, and took in the scene. "You can go home, I know you miss it."
Ginny smiled bravely at him, " But then I'd miss you, why can't I have it both ways?" she glanced at the bundle. "It's my birthday tomorrow. and there's something very important I have to tell you." Draco looked at her, concerned. " A while ago, when we were still at Hogwarts. I heard Dumbledore and Snape talking about you, they said that you're Harry's only hope and he needs your help, it's some prophecy that I couldn't bear to tell you about." Draco's face was a blank mask. All emotions disguised, she hated this, she continued on in an attempt to destroy the newly created barricade. "There's a room, in the Ministry of Magic, your prophecy would be there. We could find it, I've done it before."
"You have?" Draco looked at her curiously.
"Last year, with Harry." She noticed the disgusted look on Draco's face. " Yes, last year when Sirius, Harry's Godfather, died. Killed by your aunt, of course you could always ask your father, he was there too." She said it bitterly, and then felt appalled at herself, " I'm sorry Draco, I shouldn't have."
"No, I understand, we'll go to London"
* *
Anna walked over to her Pensive, and recalled a prophecy from the hundreds she had made.
' He, the one to assist the other who shall be born as the seventh month dies, he shall be driven to help and shall be destroyed. Born of those in the sway of the Dark Lord's power, prejudice shall blind him, but he will see the way. The one he loves shall be torn away; he will then know his purpose. He holds the balance of the two Powers'
The old woman drew her last breath; her arm knocked the Pensive destroying what was the only other witness of the prediction.
The copy in the deep basement of the Ministry of Magic had been destroyed in the fight between Harry and the Death Eaters.
Almost a year ago.
A/N Next chapter will be along shortly (hopefully)!
Summary: G/D to the bitter end. A/N : Thanks for the reviews!
She alighted in a clearing, the owl staring at her with large amber eyes, tying the broom and cloak to its talons and addressing the parcel 'Harry Potter' she shooed it off. It was a pleasant stroll; the sunlight dappled on the forest floor and in the distance a hum of Muggle machines on the motorway could be heard. This area of land was strangely untouched Ginny reflected, but beautiful nonetheless. The road was little but a beaten mud track and it had been worn so that it sloped downwards.
But the sense of freedom was exhilarating. She breathed in this air, damp from the trees surrounding her, and she ran. Giddy and relieved she felt like a ton wait had been lifted from her shoulders but as she ran she tripped, falling over a small jutting stone. Landing awkwardly she shrieked in pain. Moving around she saw her ankle, bent incorrectly; her sense of freedom was replaced by fear. Where was Draco? She hadn't seen him, perhaps the owl had led her wrong, or maybe he had left, she hadn't told him she was coming.
Draco had been walking ahead of her; he had slowed down, thinking of where he should go next. If Ginny hadn't fallen over that stone then she would have completely surprised him, there hadn't been that great of a distance between the two. Naturally he had heard her scream, and the slight whimper of pain, which followed. Doubling back he found her clutching her ankle in agony.
"Ginny!" He allowed himself to speak in an admonishing tone. " I thought you would've known better then to follow me." His voice grew tender. " It'll be dangerous."
Ginny gave an apologetic grin " You're forgetting I'm in Gryffindor, the house of reckless heroes."
"So will the entire gang be following us? Potter and his fanclub?" Draco smirked as he kneeled down to mend the broken bone.
" Firstly, I expressively insisted that I wasn't to be pursued and secondly, they're quite nice, once you know them. Though I can't see you and Ron being the best of friends." Draco assisted her up and she gingerly tested her foot, it was healed perfectly.
"I'm sure they're all just dying to have a fascinating conversation with me, or possibly just yell at me." He held her close and kissed her, the delight of liberty sped to her head again, now tempered with realism. They walked on, in a comfortable silence, occasionally discussing some trivia or other. In this idyllic time they refused to let anything spoil it.
They walked out of the wood, taking note of the nearest town they ambled along the pavement. They bought drinks and packets of crisps at a petrol station and ate while they rested, the cars on the road paying little heed to the two hikers. As it was nearing dust they arrived at the next large town. Draco, having converted his galleons to pounds sterling found two rooms at a reasonable hotel, it was only when they had sat down to eat dinner in a restaurant did either of them allow the conversation stray to more serious matters, but although they discussed topics such as the imminent future, Ginny found herself straying away from the subject of the prophecy.
When they decided to call it a day, Ginny sat on the edge of her bed, easing of her shoes, her feet aching though her ankle mended. And as she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling in the darkness she cursed at herself furiously, knowing that it wasn't an issue she should avoid for long.
This pattern continued for a week or so, leaving a town after lunch and arriving in a place at around dinner time, they never hurried, they had no idea where they were heading. Once an owl arrived, sent by her mother in hope that it might reach her, tears were dried on the page and while her mother rambled on for several pages the message was clear. If you can't come back, then take care, please return. Alone Ginny wrote her reply, 'I'm safe, I love you all, but I won't return, not yet.'
The answer to Ginny's letter came back the day before Ginny's 16th birthday, as well as a large parcel of clothes, wishing her a good day and informing her that they all loved her.
She opened the package that night in the privacy of her hotel room. She fondly stroked the woolen jumper as tears trickled down her face. Draco entered the room, and took in the scene. "You can go home, I know you miss it."
Ginny smiled bravely at him, " But then I'd miss you, why can't I have it both ways?" she glanced at the bundle. "It's my birthday tomorrow. and there's something very important I have to tell you." Draco looked at her, concerned. " A while ago, when we were still at Hogwarts. I heard Dumbledore and Snape talking about you, they said that you're Harry's only hope and he needs your help, it's some prophecy that I couldn't bear to tell you about." Draco's face was a blank mask. All emotions disguised, she hated this, she continued on in an attempt to destroy the newly created barricade. "There's a room, in the Ministry of Magic, your prophecy would be there. We could find it, I've done it before."
"You have?" Draco looked at her curiously.
"Last year, with Harry." She noticed the disgusted look on Draco's face. " Yes, last year when Sirius, Harry's Godfather, died. Killed by your aunt, of course you could always ask your father, he was there too." She said it bitterly, and then felt appalled at herself, " I'm sorry Draco, I shouldn't have."
"No, I understand, we'll go to London"
* *
Anna walked over to her Pensive, and recalled a prophecy from the hundreds she had made.
' He, the one to assist the other who shall be born as the seventh month dies, he shall be driven to help and shall be destroyed. Born of those in the sway of the Dark Lord's power, prejudice shall blind him, but he will see the way. The one he loves shall be torn away; he will then know his purpose. He holds the balance of the two Powers'
The old woman drew her last breath; her arm knocked the Pensive destroying what was the only other witness of the prediction.
The copy in the deep basement of the Ministry of Magic had been destroyed in the fight between Harry and the Death Eaters.
Almost a year ago.
A/N Next chapter will be along shortly (hopefully)!