"Draco," she cooed, "I have a mission for you."
He snorted, "And why would you think I would do that?"
"Do you hate your father?" She asked, "Do you still want him gone? Do you still hate it when he hits you? When he hurts your mother in front of you?"
He clenched his teeth and said nothing, she smirked and ran a finger down his cheek, "I think that a yes."
"What do you want Trinity?" He sneered.
"For you to take the second hair," she said seriously, "of Gryffindor and take her to me."
"How do you know it's a her, exactly?" He said.
She laughed, "I have my sources, and my spies. I know you were with her one night, down by the lake," she paused, "which makes me wonder why you were acting so unlike you, instead of using your charm you clearly just watched her...am I right?"
"What are you on about?"
"That girl by the lake Draco, you know from the other night," she said practically laughing.
Harry came in confused; Ginny wrapped the towel around her more tightly since she did have her shirt off.
"What's going on?" He asked, apparently not noticing her discomfort.
Ginny shrugged, "I don't know, she just told me she needed to get Mcgonagal, Dumbledore, and Snape," she said, "but you don't think it'll be bad...do you?"
Harry sighed, "I honestly don't know," he ran a hand threw his hair and sat on the bed next to her.
"What about her?" He asked, she isn't a dream, he thought, but a Gryffindor heir?
She smiled, "I need her, she's the only one that can fine a pathway to the Mirth."
"Mirth?"
"Honestly, have you not been reading? Mirth is the second most powerful place there is, right now no one is in it. They have abandoned it for three hundred years to rule another place."
"How do you know that this 'heir' can lead you there?" He said pushing some hair away.
"Because, she is the princess of it. Every princess is linked to the Mirth, though they do not know it." She smiled, "and with her, it'll be easier then searching all over the country."
"Why do you want to go there?"
Harry and Ginny sat there unsure, Ginny was worried but thoughts that it might be good always got clouded by all the bad ones. Instinctively she took Harry's hand when she heard the Professors talking in low voices. She felt him give her a light squeeze when they entered. She didn't like the look on Dumbledore's face at all, it looked so grave.
"Because, it's the only ay where even Voldemort can't touch me after I go threw it," she said with a smirk.
"Why do you think I'll follow your orders to do this?"
"You still want to get rid of your father, correct?"
He nodded, though slowly.
"Well, here's my deal for you, you give me the heir and I'll give you second power to any thing you want and wish." She paused before smirking, "how can you refuse?"