"Keep walking little Weasel," instructed Draco.
"Well, it would be easier to walk if you weren't dragging me!" She spat back. Draco just rolled his eyes, but slowed a little so not to drag her as much.
As they walked through the streets of Diagon Alley, Draco heard the shoppers along the street whispering things like, "Isn't that the Weasley girl? You know Arthur's daughter," and "You always have to watch out for the silent ones." Yet Ginny held her head high.
Just like the convicted Death Eaters, they always kept their heads high when they were being led away to Azkaban Draco thought. Draco hated everything that had to do with Dark Magic. When he was a student at Hogwarts, Draco kept up the act of "spoiled Death Eaters son" and "future Death Eater" because that was what was expected of him by his father. Lucius had spies within Hogwarts including some of the Slytherin students and if he put one toe out of line, he would've been beaten senseless and thrown into the dungeons on summer break. But when his father was killed by an Auror in the Final Battle, Draco was free, free to decide what he wanted to do with his own life. He chose to fight for everything his malevolent father was against, making him a persistent and fierce Auror, hating the scum that was taken in for dealings with evil.
Realizing he had shown Ginny kindness by slowing down, he jerked her closer to him and picked up his pace.
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Ginny let out a soft gasp as Draco yanked her forward, causing her to stumble. Oh how she hated Malfoy!
Draco was leading Ginny back towards the Leaky Cauldron where there was a transporter to the Ministry.
Now, in the post-Voldemort world, everyone was joyful but extremely cautious. Any handlings in Dark Magic was considered to be the highest offense of the Magical Law. Most witches and wizards weren't even treated to a fair trial for fear of letting a guilty person go free, leaving them to become the next Dark Lord, and there were a few attempts at doing just that.
Maybe I could just pretend to fall and grab my wand out of his pocket, undo the ropes, and then escape! Thought Ginny, but then there was another little voice in her mind saying, Running won't gain anything. If I run and they catch me, I'll be immediately thrown into Azkaban and more than likely without a trial.
Buuuuuuuuuut if I can undo myself, get to my dad, and tell him I'm innocent, we could work everything out. After all, there have been people who've run that ended up being proved innocent.
Yeah, but after he was dead the reasonable voice chimed in.
Well, it's worth a try. Besides, being accused of any Dark Magic you barely get a trial anyway, it's not like I'd really miss out on anything...
"Don't even try to escape Weasley, I would hunt you down faster than you can say 'dementor' and make sure you never see past the walls of Azkaban again," Draco said, interrupting her desperate thoughts.
Putting on an impassive face, Ginny said, "What are you talking about Ferret Face? Do I look stupid to you? Oh wait, I suppose I don't considering the way your Slytherin friends..."
Draco stopped and glared down at her. "Shut up, Weasley. You might want to show me some respect considering that I will be presenting your case to Fudge," he said with a vicious sneer on his handsome face making her believe every word he said about hunting her down.
But her brave Gryffindor nature took over and Ginny took her chance. Ramming into him, Ginny grasped her wand between her bound hands and shouted "Laxo!", freeing her of the rope. Having the advantage over the stunned Malfoy, Ginny took off down the cobblestone path, weaving in and out of the witches and wizards milling there way around Diagon Alley. Hearing Draco yelling somewhere from behind her, she darted down Knockturn Alley looking for a shop where she could hide and use the Floo Network (which was harder to track people in). Quickly scanning the signs of the shops, Ginny raced into a dark, dingy shop called Noises Of The Night.
At once, Ginny could tell there were many secrets of this shop. One not being so secret and that was that this shop still harbored illegal objects of Dark Magic.
I wonder how this shop is still open and I get arrested! And I am completely innocent !
"What is an upstanding woman like yourself doing in Knockturn Alley?" asked a soft, gravely male voice.
Ginny whirled around so fast she almost lost her balance. "Ex-excuse me? I can't see you sir."
"I know why you are here m'lady. You need to escape from the Malfoy boy, do you not?" Totally ignoring her unease.
"What? How did you know?" Ginny asked, shocked.
"That does not matter. I do have this," said the old man, still in the corner. His pale, spindly hand held out an exquisite crystal ball. "Do you know what this is, m'dear?"
"N-no sir," Ginny said, fascinated by the tiny object in the man's hand.
"This, puella, this is a Globus Obtego, a concealing ball. You close it in your hand like this," he closed his hand around the ball, "say the spell, and you will become invisible. The Globus Obtego works just like an invisibility cloak. Would you like to take it m'dear?"
"I couldn't possibly..." Ginny stammered out.
"Take it," the old man said, stepping towards her and into the dim light, revealing a frail man around Dumbledore's age with a shocking amount of wild white hair. "Take it," he repeated. "It will be of no charge to you and it is of no use to me."
Ginny hesitantly reached forward, still hypnotized by the beauty of the little ball, and took it out of his hand.
"The spell is Occaeco. Hurry child, for the Dragon quickly pursues."
Ginny closed her hand around the ball, said the spell, and vanished from the shopkeepers sight.
"Thank you sir," Ginny said. And with that, Ginny slipped out the door. Walking quickly but silently along, Ginny saw a flash of silver-blonde hair and picked up her pace, going in the opposite direction of Draco.
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As the Weasley girl left his shop, the old man stripped himself of the life- like mask and the tattered robes and threw them nonchalantly across the room.
Letting out a quiet laugh, he exited the shop.
e mask and the tattered robes and threw them nonchalantly across the room.
Letting out a quiet laugh, he exited the shop.
"Well, it would be easier to walk if you weren't dragging me!" She spat back. Draco just rolled his eyes, but slowed a little so not to drag her as much.
As they walked through the streets of Diagon Alley, Draco heard the shoppers along the street whispering things like, "Isn't that the Weasley girl? You know Arthur's daughter," and "You always have to watch out for the silent ones." Yet Ginny held her head high.
Just like the convicted Death Eaters, they always kept their heads high when they were being led away to Azkaban Draco thought. Draco hated everything that had to do with Dark Magic. When he was a student at Hogwarts, Draco kept up the act of "spoiled Death Eaters son" and "future Death Eater" because that was what was expected of him by his father. Lucius had spies within Hogwarts including some of the Slytherin students and if he put one toe out of line, he would've been beaten senseless and thrown into the dungeons on summer break. But when his father was killed by an Auror in the Final Battle, Draco was free, free to decide what he wanted to do with his own life. He chose to fight for everything his malevolent father was against, making him a persistent and fierce Auror, hating the scum that was taken in for dealings with evil.
Realizing he had shown Ginny kindness by slowing down, he jerked her closer to him and picked up his pace.
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Ginny let out a soft gasp as Draco yanked her forward, causing her to stumble. Oh how she hated Malfoy!
Draco was leading Ginny back towards the Leaky Cauldron where there was a transporter to the Ministry.
Now, in the post-Voldemort world, everyone was joyful but extremely cautious. Any handlings in Dark Magic was considered to be the highest offense of the Magical Law. Most witches and wizards weren't even treated to a fair trial for fear of letting a guilty person go free, leaving them to become the next Dark Lord, and there were a few attempts at doing just that.
Maybe I could just pretend to fall and grab my wand out of his pocket, undo the ropes, and then escape! Thought Ginny, but then there was another little voice in her mind saying, Running won't gain anything. If I run and they catch me, I'll be immediately thrown into Azkaban and more than likely without a trial.
Buuuuuuuuuut if I can undo myself, get to my dad, and tell him I'm innocent, we could work everything out. After all, there have been people who've run that ended up being proved innocent.
Yeah, but after he was dead the reasonable voice chimed in.
Well, it's worth a try. Besides, being accused of any Dark Magic you barely get a trial anyway, it's not like I'd really miss out on anything...
"Don't even try to escape Weasley, I would hunt you down faster than you can say 'dementor' and make sure you never see past the walls of Azkaban again," Draco said, interrupting her desperate thoughts.
Putting on an impassive face, Ginny said, "What are you talking about Ferret Face? Do I look stupid to you? Oh wait, I suppose I don't considering the way your Slytherin friends..."
Draco stopped and glared down at her. "Shut up, Weasley. You might want to show me some respect considering that I will be presenting your case to Fudge," he said with a vicious sneer on his handsome face making her believe every word he said about hunting her down.
But her brave Gryffindor nature took over and Ginny took her chance. Ramming into him, Ginny grasped her wand between her bound hands and shouted "Laxo!", freeing her of the rope. Having the advantage over the stunned Malfoy, Ginny took off down the cobblestone path, weaving in and out of the witches and wizards milling there way around Diagon Alley. Hearing Draco yelling somewhere from behind her, she darted down Knockturn Alley looking for a shop where she could hide and use the Floo Network (which was harder to track people in). Quickly scanning the signs of the shops, Ginny raced into a dark, dingy shop called Noises Of The Night.
At once, Ginny could tell there were many secrets of this shop. One not being so secret and that was that this shop still harbored illegal objects of Dark Magic.
I wonder how this shop is still open and I get arrested! And I am completely innocent !
"What is an upstanding woman like yourself doing in Knockturn Alley?" asked a soft, gravely male voice.
Ginny whirled around so fast she almost lost her balance. "Ex-excuse me? I can't see you sir."
"I know why you are here m'lady. You need to escape from the Malfoy boy, do you not?" Totally ignoring her unease.
"What? How did you know?" Ginny asked, shocked.
"That does not matter. I do have this," said the old man, still in the corner. His pale, spindly hand held out an exquisite crystal ball. "Do you know what this is, m'dear?"
"N-no sir," Ginny said, fascinated by the tiny object in the man's hand.
"This, puella, this is a Globus Obtego, a concealing ball. You close it in your hand like this," he closed his hand around the ball, "say the spell, and you will become invisible. The Globus Obtego works just like an invisibility cloak. Would you like to take it m'dear?"
"I couldn't possibly..." Ginny stammered out.
"Take it," the old man said, stepping towards her and into the dim light, revealing a frail man around Dumbledore's age with a shocking amount of wild white hair. "Take it," he repeated. "It will be of no charge to you and it is of no use to me."
Ginny hesitantly reached forward, still hypnotized by the beauty of the little ball, and took it out of his hand.
"The spell is Occaeco. Hurry child, for the Dragon quickly pursues."
Ginny closed her hand around the ball, said the spell, and vanished from the shopkeepers sight.
"Thank you sir," Ginny said. And with that, Ginny slipped out the door. Walking quickly but silently along, Ginny saw a flash of silver-blonde hair and picked up her pace, going in the opposite direction of Draco.
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As the Weasley girl left his shop, the old man stripped himself of the life- like mask and the tattered robes and threw them nonchalantly across the room.
Letting out a quiet laugh, he exited the shop.
e mask and the tattered robes and threw them nonchalantly across the room.
Letting out a quiet laugh, he exited the shop.