Ow, I'm uncomfortable, what was I sleeping on? Ugg, Ginny thought.
She opened her eyes and found herself on the floor backstage of the
theater. Suddenly everything came back to her. Harry! Where is he!? She
thought.
She quickly got up and started calling for Harry. "Harry! Harry, get your butt over here!" She called. All she heard was the echo of her voice.
Suddenly a Death Eater ran over to her. Oh great where's my wand? Ginny thought feeling for her wand in her pockets.
"It's ok, it's just. . .me," The Death Eater said.
"Who are you?" Ginny said, realizing she had no defense.
"I guess you wouldn't remember me. But I remember you," The Death Eater took off his mask.
"Oh my gosh, are you Draco Malfoy?" Ginny gasped.
"I knew you would remember me," Draco said. Ginny hugged him and felt tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Where's Harry, do you know?" Ginny asked.
"Well," Draco said.
"Wait, how did I survive? I didn't have the crystal ball with me. . ." Ginny trailed off.
"He's. . .gone. I'm so sorry Ginny."
"No, no, how could that happen? I survived, why didn't he?"
"Because you had the crystal ball and broke it," Draco said.
"I looked and I didn't have it. But wouldn't it save both of us?" Ginny asked.
"You did have it. It rolled into that pocket in your purse where you keep that photo of me," Draco said.
"How do you know about that?" Ginny asked.
"I've been sent to spy on Harry many times. I love doing that because I get to falsely inform the Dark Lord about information. Also, I get to see you."
"This is just too weird, where's Harry?" Ginny asked with a louder voice.
Draco lead her over to where she was sleeping. He scooped up a pile of ash. "I'm so sorry."
Ginny took a handful and held it to her cheek. The stream of tears became stronger and got the ashes soggy. "No, no," Ginny whispered.
Draco got a bag and scooped up the ashes. "Come home with me. We have a lot to talk about." Draco took her hand and they Apparated to the front of a stone mansion with large wooden doors. He opened them and let Ginny inside.
"Is this Malfoy Mansion?" Ginny asked, looking at the ceiling with a large chandelier hanging down.
"Yes. I inherited it after my father died," Draco said, going to the kitchen and motioning for Ginny to follow.
"Your father died? Why didn't you quit being a Death Eater then?" Ginny said.
"I couldn't for a while because I'm such a top rank with my father and all. But because of the fire everyone thinks I'm dead. So now I'm going to pretend I'm dead and move back to the light side," Draco said as he made some tea.
"Well that's good," Ginny said. "So did you use the crystal ball to escape the fire?" Ginny asked as they walked out, Draco carrying a tray with tea, to the living room. He put it down on a wooden coffee table and started a fire.
"Yes. I was with the Death Eaters attacking. Well, I actually didn't attack anyone, but helped the injured and helped everyone get out of the theater. I got trapped in the fire, so I used the crystal ballot save myself. So, how has your life been?" Draco asked.
"I started dating Harry after you left. We got married two years ago. I'm an Auror, but not as high a rank as Harry was. So, how has your life been?" Ginny asked.
"Well, I became a Death Eater. My father made me. But he died a few months ago, and now I'm not a Death Eater anymore. I don't know what will happen next. I guess I'll have to get a job. I guess I can't be an Auror because of my history. Maybe I'll be a professional Quiddinch player."
"I don't know what's going to happen to me next. I mean, I'm pregnant, my husband is dead, and. . ." Ginny burst into tears.
"Don't cry, everything will be better. How about we owl your family, and you can talk to them?" Draco suggested.
"Well, what will I tell them? I'll just go home and tell the Ministry. I'll arrange a funeral for Harry, set his affaires in order, and go on living. What else will I do?" Ginny said softly.
"You can spend the night here if you want. I'll have the house elf arrange a room for you," Draco said.
"Ok, thanks," Ginny said. She was really tired and didn't feel like going home.
"Hey! Fatty! Come over here!" Draco yelled. A house elf came running up to him and bowed.
"How may Fatty help Sir?" The house elf asked.
"Go and fix up a guest room, would you?" Draco said. The house elf ran upstairs.
"Why is the house elf's name Fatty?" Ginny asked.
"She wanted to be called that when we got her," Draco yawned. They continued to sip their tea in silence.
"The room is ready, Sir!" Fatty squealed as she ran down the stairs.
"Why thank you. Ginny, please follow me," Draco walked up the stairs as Ginny followed. The stairs were small and made out of stone. At the top of the stairs a corridor started. He walked to a door and opened it while it creaked.
"It's a beautiful room," Ginny said. The walls were a very light pastel pink, and there was a canopy bed that had light pastel green sheets. A bathroom with dark blue tile was next to a wooden dresser.
"Well, good night. There's some clothes in the dresser if you need them," Draco said.
Ginny took a deep breath and sat down on the soft bed. Draco was about to walk out of the room when Ginny started crying again. Draco came back and sat on the bed next to her. He pulled her on to his lap and stroked her hair as she sobbed into his chest.
"I'm so sorry," Draco whispered.
"I'm so sorry too, it was all my fault, if only I hadn't dropped my wand. . ." Ginny started sobbing again.
"Hey, want to talk to someone almost like him?" Draco suddenly lit up after a long moment.
"No one's like Harry," Ginny sobbed.
"Yes there is," Draco picked Ginny up and walked out of the room and down the hall. He opened a door and walked up a narrow staircase to a small tower. Ginny thought it was his bedroom.
"This is my art room. I come here to concentrate on things. See, here is all my work," Draco said as he pulled out a key and opened a drawer. Ginny started looking through his stuff as he went to open more drawers and cabinets. In that drawer were some of his drawings and paintings. They were sorted out in files. Ginny looked at the first flie that said "Childhood". They were all stick figures and dots and lines with markers and crayons. All the stick figures looked happy as they were gathered around a dinner table or standing in the yard of a happy little home.
The next file was "Late Childhood". Ginny could tell that in that period he had been exposed to the Dark Arts. They were all pictures of people killing other people, of the Dark Mark, of You-Know-Who, even of people in black robes and masks torturing other people. What caught Ginny's attention were pictures of Lucius torturing Draco and Narcissa. Ginny felt her face heat up and her sight go blurry again. How could he do this? Torture his own family? Ginny thought.
The next file was labeled "Adolescence". His drawings were slightly more happy, but there was still a lot of darkness to them. They were of various girls, but they were all drawn in dark colors. That was, until she found the drawings of herself. They all were drawn with bright colors, and her hair was a brighter shade of red in each drawing. But as the dates got closer and closer to that one June ten years ago, her outlines got darker and darker. She wouldn't be smiling and laughing as much. The colors got darker and Ginny looked more depressed. On the day that they had last seen each other, Ginny was falling through a deep, black hole. A hand with a halfway drawn Dark Mark on its forearm was reaching out to Ginny.
The next file was named "Whatever". In it there were random sketches of different Death Eaters, of places he'd been, of himself looking gloomy, of flies and coffins, of lots of stuff. They all had dark colors in them though.
When she was through with those, she moved on to the next drawer. There were tons of short stories, even some which looked like novels that had been started out. She started reading some when Draco opened up some curtains. There were huge windows that were almost as big as walls themselves. Ginny could see the stars twinkling among a few Dark Marks.
"I'm so sorry," Draco whispered from behind Ginny. She turned around to see Draco sitting on the bed that had mislead her to think it was his bedroom.
"It's ok, it isn't your fault that people want power," Ginny said as she came to the bed and leaned on Draco's shoulder, both looking out the window.
"I feel like I'm back in Hogwarts right now for some odd reason," Draco said, looking at Ginny on his shoulder.
"Same here. I think it's because of you," Ginny looked back up at Draco.
"I guess," Draco said.
"So you like doing artwork?" Ginny said, looking around the room.
"Yes. . ." Draco said. "Well, look around at that wall." Ginny turned around at the wall behind her, and there was a painting of Harry. "I put it up right now for you."
Ginny crawled over to the wall over the bed and sat down, staring at it. "Hey," She said.
Harry looked down at her. "Are you Ginny?" The what looked like the seventeen year old version of Harry said.
"Yes. Do you know that you died?" She asked.
"Oh no! I died! I feel so sorry! I mean, I loved you, so I must have married you, right?" Harry suddenly looked frightened.
"Yea. Tonight, actually," Ginny looked away.
"Well I better go and tell all the other portraits, like your sixteen year old portrait. Bye!" Harry ran off out of the picture.
Ginny burst into tears at that. "I don't know how I will be able to live like this!" Ginny sobbed.
"You'll get used to it, trust me. Here, maybe you should get some sleep," Draco took off her shoes, and tucked her into the bed. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then walked towards the door.
"You're leaving so soon?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, ok," Draco pulled up a chair to the bed and held her hand.
"Well, good night, I guess," Ginny said.
"Good night then," Draco said.
Ginny closed her eyes and thought about what had happened. The one thought that kept on coming across her mind was "I fear the future". . .
Sorry I haven't updated forever! I mean, it's been like a month, right? I'm so sorry! But, you know, homework, ug. . .yea. Too much to do! Well at least the next chapter is the last! I'm sorry that this fic was a little experimental. But if you like my writing, please read my one shot Tragic Kingdom and the fic I just started co writing with my long lost twin happigolucki616! Well, thanks for reading and standing anything I write, but I ask you just one more favor. . .review! Please review! Thank you! Best wishes, (!
She quickly got up and started calling for Harry. "Harry! Harry, get your butt over here!" She called. All she heard was the echo of her voice.
Suddenly a Death Eater ran over to her. Oh great where's my wand? Ginny thought feeling for her wand in her pockets.
"It's ok, it's just. . .me," The Death Eater said.
"Who are you?" Ginny said, realizing she had no defense.
"I guess you wouldn't remember me. But I remember you," The Death Eater took off his mask.
"Oh my gosh, are you Draco Malfoy?" Ginny gasped.
"I knew you would remember me," Draco said. Ginny hugged him and felt tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Where's Harry, do you know?" Ginny asked.
"Well," Draco said.
"Wait, how did I survive? I didn't have the crystal ball with me. . ." Ginny trailed off.
"He's. . .gone. I'm so sorry Ginny."
"No, no, how could that happen? I survived, why didn't he?"
"Because you had the crystal ball and broke it," Draco said.
"I looked and I didn't have it. But wouldn't it save both of us?" Ginny asked.
"You did have it. It rolled into that pocket in your purse where you keep that photo of me," Draco said.
"How do you know about that?" Ginny asked.
"I've been sent to spy on Harry many times. I love doing that because I get to falsely inform the Dark Lord about information. Also, I get to see you."
"This is just too weird, where's Harry?" Ginny asked with a louder voice.
Draco lead her over to where she was sleeping. He scooped up a pile of ash. "I'm so sorry."
Ginny took a handful and held it to her cheek. The stream of tears became stronger and got the ashes soggy. "No, no," Ginny whispered.
Draco got a bag and scooped up the ashes. "Come home with me. We have a lot to talk about." Draco took her hand and they Apparated to the front of a stone mansion with large wooden doors. He opened them and let Ginny inside.
"Is this Malfoy Mansion?" Ginny asked, looking at the ceiling with a large chandelier hanging down.
"Yes. I inherited it after my father died," Draco said, going to the kitchen and motioning for Ginny to follow.
"Your father died? Why didn't you quit being a Death Eater then?" Ginny said.
"I couldn't for a while because I'm such a top rank with my father and all. But because of the fire everyone thinks I'm dead. So now I'm going to pretend I'm dead and move back to the light side," Draco said as he made some tea.
"Well that's good," Ginny said. "So did you use the crystal ball to escape the fire?" Ginny asked as they walked out, Draco carrying a tray with tea, to the living room. He put it down on a wooden coffee table and started a fire.
"Yes. I was with the Death Eaters attacking. Well, I actually didn't attack anyone, but helped the injured and helped everyone get out of the theater. I got trapped in the fire, so I used the crystal ballot save myself. So, how has your life been?" Draco asked.
"I started dating Harry after you left. We got married two years ago. I'm an Auror, but not as high a rank as Harry was. So, how has your life been?" Ginny asked.
"Well, I became a Death Eater. My father made me. But he died a few months ago, and now I'm not a Death Eater anymore. I don't know what will happen next. I guess I'll have to get a job. I guess I can't be an Auror because of my history. Maybe I'll be a professional Quiddinch player."
"I don't know what's going to happen to me next. I mean, I'm pregnant, my husband is dead, and. . ." Ginny burst into tears.
"Don't cry, everything will be better. How about we owl your family, and you can talk to them?" Draco suggested.
"Well, what will I tell them? I'll just go home and tell the Ministry. I'll arrange a funeral for Harry, set his affaires in order, and go on living. What else will I do?" Ginny said softly.
"You can spend the night here if you want. I'll have the house elf arrange a room for you," Draco said.
"Ok, thanks," Ginny said. She was really tired and didn't feel like going home.
"Hey! Fatty! Come over here!" Draco yelled. A house elf came running up to him and bowed.
"How may Fatty help Sir?" The house elf asked.
"Go and fix up a guest room, would you?" Draco said. The house elf ran upstairs.
"Why is the house elf's name Fatty?" Ginny asked.
"She wanted to be called that when we got her," Draco yawned. They continued to sip their tea in silence.
"The room is ready, Sir!" Fatty squealed as she ran down the stairs.
"Why thank you. Ginny, please follow me," Draco walked up the stairs as Ginny followed. The stairs were small and made out of stone. At the top of the stairs a corridor started. He walked to a door and opened it while it creaked.
"It's a beautiful room," Ginny said. The walls were a very light pastel pink, and there was a canopy bed that had light pastel green sheets. A bathroom with dark blue tile was next to a wooden dresser.
"Well, good night. There's some clothes in the dresser if you need them," Draco said.
Ginny took a deep breath and sat down on the soft bed. Draco was about to walk out of the room when Ginny started crying again. Draco came back and sat on the bed next to her. He pulled her on to his lap and stroked her hair as she sobbed into his chest.
"I'm so sorry," Draco whispered.
"I'm so sorry too, it was all my fault, if only I hadn't dropped my wand. . ." Ginny started sobbing again.
"Hey, want to talk to someone almost like him?" Draco suddenly lit up after a long moment.
"No one's like Harry," Ginny sobbed.
"Yes there is," Draco picked Ginny up and walked out of the room and down the hall. He opened a door and walked up a narrow staircase to a small tower. Ginny thought it was his bedroom.
"This is my art room. I come here to concentrate on things. See, here is all my work," Draco said as he pulled out a key and opened a drawer. Ginny started looking through his stuff as he went to open more drawers and cabinets. In that drawer were some of his drawings and paintings. They were sorted out in files. Ginny looked at the first flie that said "Childhood". They were all stick figures and dots and lines with markers and crayons. All the stick figures looked happy as they were gathered around a dinner table or standing in the yard of a happy little home.
The next file was "Late Childhood". Ginny could tell that in that period he had been exposed to the Dark Arts. They were all pictures of people killing other people, of the Dark Mark, of You-Know-Who, even of people in black robes and masks torturing other people. What caught Ginny's attention were pictures of Lucius torturing Draco and Narcissa. Ginny felt her face heat up and her sight go blurry again. How could he do this? Torture his own family? Ginny thought.
The next file was labeled "Adolescence". His drawings were slightly more happy, but there was still a lot of darkness to them. They were of various girls, but they were all drawn in dark colors. That was, until she found the drawings of herself. They all were drawn with bright colors, and her hair was a brighter shade of red in each drawing. But as the dates got closer and closer to that one June ten years ago, her outlines got darker and darker. She wouldn't be smiling and laughing as much. The colors got darker and Ginny looked more depressed. On the day that they had last seen each other, Ginny was falling through a deep, black hole. A hand with a halfway drawn Dark Mark on its forearm was reaching out to Ginny.
The next file was named "Whatever". In it there were random sketches of different Death Eaters, of places he'd been, of himself looking gloomy, of flies and coffins, of lots of stuff. They all had dark colors in them though.
When she was through with those, she moved on to the next drawer. There were tons of short stories, even some which looked like novels that had been started out. She started reading some when Draco opened up some curtains. There were huge windows that were almost as big as walls themselves. Ginny could see the stars twinkling among a few Dark Marks.
"I'm so sorry," Draco whispered from behind Ginny. She turned around to see Draco sitting on the bed that had mislead her to think it was his bedroom.
"It's ok, it isn't your fault that people want power," Ginny said as she came to the bed and leaned on Draco's shoulder, both looking out the window.
"I feel like I'm back in Hogwarts right now for some odd reason," Draco said, looking at Ginny on his shoulder.
"Same here. I think it's because of you," Ginny looked back up at Draco.
"I guess," Draco said.
"So you like doing artwork?" Ginny said, looking around the room.
"Yes. . ." Draco said. "Well, look around at that wall." Ginny turned around at the wall behind her, and there was a painting of Harry. "I put it up right now for you."
Ginny crawled over to the wall over the bed and sat down, staring at it. "Hey," She said.
Harry looked down at her. "Are you Ginny?" The what looked like the seventeen year old version of Harry said.
"Yes. Do you know that you died?" She asked.
"Oh no! I died! I feel so sorry! I mean, I loved you, so I must have married you, right?" Harry suddenly looked frightened.
"Yea. Tonight, actually," Ginny looked away.
"Well I better go and tell all the other portraits, like your sixteen year old portrait. Bye!" Harry ran off out of the picture.
Ginny burst into tears at that. "I don't know how I will be able to live like this!" Ginny sobbed.
"You'll get used to it, trust me. Here, maybe you should get some sleep," Draco took off her shoes, and tucked her into the bed. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then walked towards the door.
"You're leaving so soon?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, ok," Draco pulled up a chair to the bed and held her hand.
"Well, good night, I guess," Ginny said.
"Good night then," Draco said.
Ginny closed her eyes and thought about what had happened. The one thought that kept on coming across her mind was "I fear the future". . .
Sorry I haven't updated forever! I mean, it's been like a month, right? I'm so sorry! But, you know, homework, ug. . .yea. Too much to do! Well at least the next chapter is the last! I'm sorry that this fic was a little experimental. But if you like my writing, please read my one shot Tragic Kingdom and the fic I just started co writing with my long lost twin happigolucki616! Well, thanks for reading and standing anything I write, but I ask you just one more favor. . .review! Please review! Thank you! Best wishes, (!