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Thanks also to Jess for some insights on Ginny's reactions (young Molly, indeed!) and Jen for always appreciated editing. (It's the little things I can't spell, right?)
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Chapter VII.. Taken
Lucius Malfoy watched from the window as Ginny left the guest bedroom, leaving the small child to sleep. He had followed Ivy for weeks now, carefully avoiding being seen as he bided his time. He had felt the power of the necklace, and knew it was futile to try to get near her so long as she wore it.
But it was different tonight. He didn't feel the usual barrier of the charm as he stood outside the shutters, and when he saw the younger Weasley come in the room with it in hand, he understood why. Lucius held his breath as Ginny seemed to debate replacing the necklace, or waitng until morning.
"Go on, Weasley," Lucius whispered. "Take it with you. No need to wake her..."
As Ginny backed out of the room with the necklace, Lucius smiled wickedly.
"Perfect."
He waited for several hours, making sure the rest of the house was asleep before daring to enter the window. Lucius pointed his dark wand toward the lock. It had several spells to protect it, but nothing Lucius couldn't break through with an ancient spell.
Quietly, he entered the room, seeing his granddaughter up close for the first time. Even in sleep he could see the resemblance between her and her famous parents.
And he hated her for it.
Slowly he walked toward the bed, careful not to wake her, when his foot stepped onto one the the creakier boards. Lucius froze, but not in time. Ivy's soft lashes fluttered open, revealing the eyes of his son. For one moment, he faltered. Not from remorse or love, but from shock. He had not expected her to be so like Draco. Not that it mattered now. No, it would make it all the more poetic.
"Who are you?" Ivy yawned.
Lucius smiled sweetly and walked over to crouch at the side of the bed.
"I'm your grandfather, my dear," he whispered.
Ivy looked at his face, blinking wearily. "You look like Mummy," she said.
"Yes," Lucius continued. "Your Mummy is my son. Would you like to go see him?"
Ivy looked around the room. She knew something didn't feel right, and she wondered where Ginny was.
"Where's Miss Ginny?" she asked. "Is she going too?"
Lucius smiled. "Oh, no. She is staying here. Your Mum and Dad asked me to come get you, but to leave Miss Ginny here."
Ivy was beginning to feel afraid. "How come I never seen you before?" she asked.
Lucius was beginning to lose patience. "It was to be a surprise," he lied. "Come with me, Ivy," he whispered. "It's time to leave."
Ivy knew something was wrong. This man was bad, even if he did look like Mummy. As Lucius reached out to pick her up, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"MISS GINNY!"
"Dammit!" Lucius yelled as he grabbed her from the bed, just as the door flew open behind him.
"Put her DOWN!" Ginny yelled, wand in hand.
Lucius turned to see one pissed-off redhead, ready to fight to the death if necessary to save her goddaughter.
Lucius laughed as he brought his own wand to face Ginny. "And if I don't? Surely you would not want to risk harming my precious granddaughter."
"She is not your granddaughter," Ginny spat. "You don't deserve that title. Why aren't you rotting away in Azkaban like you should be?"
"Oh, I had a little help," he smiled. "Seems your dear brother and I have more in common than you might think. He saw things my way, and, well, here I am."
"Liar!" Ginny yelled. "Give me Ivy. NOW!"
"Why should I?" Lucius countered. "After all, it is your fault that I have her."
"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked.
Lucius walked toward her. "The necklace, Weasley. Surely you haven't forgotten it again. It was most fortuitous for me that you decided not to put it back on her this evening. It made things so much easier."
Ginny gritted her teeth in anger. "Don't you DARE try to blame me. You should never have come here in the first place!"
But Lucius had hit a nerve. Deep down, Ginny couldn't help but feel guilty for not wanting to wake Ivy. But what was done was done. Now was the time to fight back.
Lucius walked toward the door, holding Ivy tightly against him.
"Miss Ginny," Ivy cried, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want to go with 'im. Make 'im stop!"
Ginny ran toward Lucius. If she couldn't risk a spell, she would try anything she could. Grabbing a chair from the room, she broke it across his back as Lucius tried to leave.
"You miserable..."
Ginny flew into a rage, striking every part of Malfoy she could, trying to get him to drop Ivy. If only she could get her away, the necklace was on the table in Ginny's room. Oh, please she thought, drop her, drop her now...
"ENOUGH!" Lucius yelled. He spun around, pointing his wand straight at Ginny. Ivy kicked and bit at her grandfather as he mouthed the spell.
The killing spell.
Ivy screamed as the bolt came from the wand, breaking the concentration behind it. Ginny dove out of the way, just in time, as the living room seemed to explode around her.
She barely heard Ivy's cries as she drifted in and out of consciousness, barely saw the two of them disappear in a blaze of green flames before passing out completely amongst the debris.
End of Chapter VII.
Thanks also to Jess for some insights on Ginny's reactions (young Molly, indeed!) and Jen for always appreciated editing. (It's the little things I can't spell, right?)
Any suggestions are always welcome, and please read and review! ~Thanks~
Chapter VII.. Taken
Lucius Malfoy watched from the window as Ginny left the guest bedroom, leaving the small child to sleep. He had followed Ivy for weeks now, carefully avoiding being seen as he bided his time. He had felt the power of the necklace, and knew it was futile to try to get near her so long as she wore it.
But it was different tonight. He didn't feel the usual barrier of the charm as he stood outside the shutters, and when he saw the younger Weasley come in the room with it in hand, he understood why. Lucius held his breath as Ginny seemed to debate replacing the necklace, or waitng until morning.
"Go on, Weasley," Lucius whispered. "Take it with you. No need to wake her..."
As Ginny backed out of the room with the necklace, Lucius smiled wickedly.
"Perfect."
He waited for several hours, making sure the rest of the house was asleep before daring to enter the window. Lucius pointed his dark wand toward the lock. It had several spells to protect it, but nothing Lucius couldn't break through with an ancient spell.
Quietly, he entered the room, seeing his granddaughter up close for the first time. Even in sleep he could see the resemblance between her and her famous parents.
And he hated her for it.
Slowly he walked toward the bed, careful not to wake her, when his foot stepped onto one the the creakier boards. Lucius froze, but not in time. Ivy's soft lashes fluttered open, revealing the eyes of his son. For one moment, he faltered. Not from remorse or love, but from shock. He had not expected her to be so like Draco. Not that it mattered now. No, it would make it all the more poetic.
"Who are you?" Ivy yawned.
Lucius smiled sweetly and walked over to crouch at the side of the bed.
"I'm your grandfather, my dear," he whispered.
Ivy looked at his face, blinking wearily. "You look like Mummy," she said.
"Yes," Lucius continued. "Your Mummy is my son. Would you like to go see him?"
Ivy looked around the room. She knew something didn't feel right, and she wondered where Ginny was.
"Where's Miss Ginny?" she asked. "Is she going too?"
Lucius smiled. "Oh, no. She is staying here. Your Mum and Dad asked me to come get you, but to leave Miss Ginny here."
Ivy was beginning to feel afraid. "How come I never seen you before?" she asked.
Lucius was beginning to lose patience. "It was to be a surprise," he lied. "Come with me, Ivy," he whispered. "It's time to leave."
Ivy knew something was wrong. This man was bad, even if he did look like Mummy. As Lucius reached out to pick her up, she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"MISS GINNY!"
"Dammit!" Lucius yelled as he grabbed her from the bed, just as the door flew open behind him.
"Put her DOWN!" Ginny yelled, wand in hand.
Lucius turned to see one pissed-off redhead, ready to fight to the death if necessary to save her goddaughter.
Lucius laughed as he brought his own wand to face Ginny. "And if I don't? Surely you would not want to risk harming my precious granddaughter."
"She is not your granddaughter," Ginny spat. "You don't deserve that title. Why aren't you rotting away in Azkaban like you should be?"
"Oh, I had a little help," he smiled. "Seems your dear brother and I have more in common than you might think. He saw things my way, and, well, here I am."
"Liar!" Ginny yelled. "Give me Ivy. NOW!"
"Why should I?" Lucius countered. "After all, it is your fault that I have her."
"What are you talking about?" Ginny asked.
Lucius walked toward her. "The necklace, Weasley. Surely you haven't forgotten it again. It was most fortuitous for me that you decided not to put it back on her this evening. It made things so much easier."
Ginny gritted her teeth in anger. "Don't you DARE try to blame me. You should never have come here in the first place!"
But Lucius had hit a nerve. Deep down, Ginny couldn't help but feel guilty for not wanting to wake Ivy. But what was done was done. Now was the time to fight back.
Lucius walked toward the door, holding Ivy tightly against him.
"Miss Ginny," Ivy cried, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want to go with 'im. Make 'im stop!"
Ginny ran toward Lucius. If she couldn't risk a spell, she would try anything she could. Grabbing a chair from the room, she broke it across his back as Lucius tried to leave.
"You miserable..."
Ginny flew into a rage, striking every part of Malfoy she could, trying to get him to drop Ivy. If only she could get her away, the necklace was on the table in Ginny's room. Oh, please she thought, drop her, drop her now...
"ENOUGH!" Lucius yelled. He spun around, pointing his wand straight at Ginny. Ivy kicked and bit at her grandfather as he mouthed the spell.
The killing spell.
Ivy screamed as the bolt came from the wand, breaking the concentration behind it. Ginny dove out of the way, just in time, as the living room seemed to explode around her.
She barely heard Ivy's cries as she drifted in and out of consciousness, barely saw the two of them disappear in a blaze of green flames before passing out completely amongst the debris.
End of Chapter VII.