Chapter Eleven: I'm Doing the Best I Ever Did

"I feel for you
Better freakin' go away
I will behave
Better freakin' go away
I'm doing the best I ever did
I'm doing the best that I can
Now go away"

"Good evening, Draco." Said Lucius Malfoy as Draco stepped out of the fireplace. "Late, as usual."

Draco glared at him but said nothing.

"Come, sit down. We have much to talk about." He waved his wand and a large black armchair appeared across from where he was sitting. Draco looked at the chair mistrustfully, but sat down anyway.

"Hello father. What did you want to talk to me about?" Draco asked, a cold stare plastered on his face.

Lucius got up and started pacing the room; Draco's eyes never left him.

"Something quite important has come to my attention," Said Lucius, "something that has gone unchecked by the Death Eaters. A certain little friend of yours…"

Draco shot up like lightning, and was about to say something when…

"No, no, Draco. I am quite happy that you have befriended the Weasley girl. She will be very useful to us." He said, his words leaving Draco feeling slimy and unclean, like they always did.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" He said, disgusted.

"Oh don't be daft, Draco."  Said Lucius as he waved for a servant to bring them some tea. "Surely you've heard that old batty Dumbledore talking about her?"

Draco just looked at him, confused.

"Oh, I see Dumbledore has been keeping silent in front of you. Smart thing to do, considering who you are. I would suggest looking it up, I am sure you will be able to find something about the Fire Moon. In the meantime, you should be working on getting the Weasley girl on our side."

"Yes father." Draco said in a monotone, sipping his tea, having no intention of following his father's wishes.

"You may go now." Said Lucius, and as Draco stepped into the fireplace he said, "Son, do not disappoint me."

"Of course not." Draco said, and spun into the green flames.

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"Albus, what is going on?" Said Professor McGonagall after Professor Dumbledore had looked at Ginny's neck.

"It is as I feared, Minerva."

"No…it simply isn't possible…" She said in disbelief.

"We must face the facts," He said, sadly, "she is the Fire Moon. She has a very long road ahead of her, and she will need our help to make it through alive. Voldemort would love to get his hands on her; her powers will be very great once she is trained. I believe that Dre—"

Dumbledore was interrupted mid-sentence by all of the lights in the castle going out and a fierce wind rushing through the hospital wing. Ginny began to glow, slightly, and her eyes shot open.
Her mouth opened and she spoke with an otherworldly voice that was not her own.

"He will be overthrown by his fair student, a silver demon white as the moon, yet dark as the night. Beware the flower!"

Immediately Ginny's eyes bolted shut and her glow was gone. The lights came back on, and things seemed returned to normal, save for the chill that remained in everyone's blood.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione just stood there, amazed.

"Professor-"

"Obliviate!" Said Dumbledore, and all three children fell to the floor.

"Albus, are you sure that was the right thing to do?" Asked McGonagall, feeling a bit sorry for the unconscious students lying on the floor.

"Minerva, their knowledge of this would do more harm than good, I'm afraid. For now, they can not know about this." Said Dumbledore as he lifted each student to a bed.

"Now, I do believe that this was quite enough proof for you as to Miss Weasley's power, am I correct in assuming this?" He said, turning to McGonagall.

"Yes, Albus. If this is not enough proof I do not know what is. What do you suppose that meant?

"It was prophecy. I believe it meant that there will be someone coming who will surpass Voldemort, but the rest I am not certain of. I will have to think about it. In the meanwhile, I would like to have Dreana teach Ginny, she is a very good teacher, and a Animagus herself."

"You know her past! Are you sure this is wise?" Said McGonagall, shocked. Dumbledore just nodded.

"Albus, I think I would be much more qualified than she. She's…she's a lunatic! I'm surprised she didn't kill herself along with her sister!"

"Minerva, there are many things she could teach Miss Weasley that you could not. Remember, she has spent quite a bit of her life studying things of this matter. I believe she would help Miss Weasley very much."

Resigned to the fact that the decision had already been made, McGonagall simply said, "As you wish, Albus, but still I feel that no good can come of this."

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'Great, now I have to hurt Ginny or hurt myself'. Thought Draco as he stepped out of the fire in the Slytherin common room. Usually the low ceiling and comfy squashy chairs made him feel cozy, but right now he just felt cramped. He grabbed a purple book lying on a table next to his chair and walked out of the common room, deciding to take a walk by the lake.
The squid was hiding today, usually it would poke its slimy head out to say hello to him. He sighed and found a rock nice tree to sit by, then opened the book entitled "Prophecies of Britannia."
While reading through, he came across something he did not expect, and fell off the rock, having fainted.
The book lie face open on the ground, with a sketch of a pretty redheaded girl staring up at the sky.

A/N: Well, what do you think? My first chappie back! I realize it's a bit sketchy; any tips would be much appreciated. Also, if anyone could beta for me that would be quite nice, just email me at Deathby7penguinsaol.com

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy Breaking the Girl