A/N: Hey there guys, did you all have a merry Christmas? I hope so! I
got this book called 'Fantastic beasts and where to find them' by
Newt Scamander. It was really written by J.K. Rowling, it tells you
about the magical creatures you find in the books and some that you
lot have used in your stories. Its fabbo and I'd recommend buying it!
Anyhow, I read through my last chapter about 5 mins ago and I realised how many mistakes I'd made, I know we all make mistakes, but I didn't understand where the plot was going. I am so retarded sometimes.
I'd like to reassure Tomato Soup that Ginny will NOT be turning into a slut so do not worry my friend, although something awful almost happens to her.
Chapter 7: Blackening of the souls, and a great escape
November 3rd 2006
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I'm alone yeah I don't know
If I can face the night
I'm in tears and the cryin' that I do
Is for you
I want your love
Let's break the walls between us
Don't make it tough
I'll put away my pride
Enough's enough,
I've suffered and I've seen the light
Angel - Areosmith
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Ginny awoke to the sound of gentle breathing in her ear. Slightly confused, she rolled onto her side to find Draco, resembling some kind of heavenly angel. She examined his face, taking in all the little details she missed when he was awake.
His cheeks were flawless and as soft as a baby's bottom- with twice the strokability. His lips were slightly pouted and were the colour of fragrant red roses. His hair was flaxen and more stunning then the brightest phoenix feather.
She smiled to herself, feeling mildly possessive as well as glad that he was sleeping soundly beside her. Even though nothing had happened between them - due to Draco's injuries - she appreciated being held securely in his arms and kissing him to a point where her lips were numb.
The curtains were still open and the sky was its normal powder azure with pallid fluffy clouds. Of course! It had only been about 1 pm when she found him; she must of only been sleeping for around 2 hours - with the exception of 1 hour of kissing. Rubbing her eyes (and smudging her mascara in the process) she glanced back to the man beside her.
Deciding to let sleeping Dragons lie, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek before rolling out of bed. The flooring on which she now stood on was covered in blood and towels; why hadn't she thought about eventually drying?
Sighing at the condition her white and blue room was currently in, Ginny began to clean the room with a scouring charm. "cleanseatus." Was sufficient to wash away the red Goo, leaving the room spotless and a sparkling white once more.
On the bed Draco stirred from his deep slumber and rolled onto his side, his face grimacing slightly in pain.
Ginny sat at the window seat and watched him for a while, recalling everything he'd told her regarding Blaise.
Now he knew how she felt, would he be able to deal with it? When she was younger she loved to read muggle fairy tale books and story's of romance. In these story's, the princess would always have more then one admirer, but in the end she would always be with prince charming.
Yet, Ginny was having difficulty in deciding who her prince charming was. She did dislike Blaise that was true. However, what if she saw him again after all these years - and now that he had confessed his devotion to her, would her feelings change?
The blonde man on the bed took in a deep breath, causing Ginny to trail away from her scrutiny. Releasing it, Draco resumed his peaceful slumber.
Ginny returned to her thoughts. Now there was Draco. He was back in her life digging up lost memories from the past, causing her to deny her feelings. She knew that he cared about her, but was uncertain as to what his intentions were. Was he just going to hide out here for the rest of his days away from the world, and the deatheaters?
Sighing profoundly, Ginny walked up to Draco and planted another kiss on his face. She needed to go out and be in the midst of the people, away from him where she could think.
Picking up the towels off the floor and the bowl of salt water, she cast one final affectionate look at Draco and went down the elderly oak stairs into the deposit the towels and water into the sink.
Placing the towels in the hot water, she went to the mirror in the hallway and reapplied her eyeliner and mascara, wiping her eyes of the black smudges she had created earlier.
Ginny grabbed her emerald cloak from the cloak hook and set off into the village, needing to reflect about the past more.
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"THAT BASTARD!" The table and chairs currently in the middle of the room came crashing into the wall.
"I SWEAR THAT WHEN ALL THIS NONSENCE IS OVER, THEN I WILL KILL HIM!" bellowed Blaise throwing the small vase on his desk at the mirror, causing it to smash and shower him with shards of glass.
Upon reaching the 3 broomsticks 3 hours ago, the Zabini had been screaming, shouting and cursing Draco whilst smashing all of the furnishings - bar the bed- into little pieces. The last thing the blonde man had said was buzzing in his ears.
Had Ginny slept with him all those years ago? Or had they met up somewhere after graduation? - Were they a couple now?
These questions, and others, raced through Blaise's mind making him even more insane with jealousy. He still wanted her more then anything - and he was prepared to do anything to get her. Even if it meant selling his very soul to the devil himself, in a desperate bid for her love.
However, there was an alternative for Satan now: Voldemort.
Grabbing the floo powder from his pocket and ripping off the lid, Blaise threw it desperately into the fire and shouted, "MALFOY MANSION," into the towering green flames. The strong wind flew him past fireplace upon fireplace getting Blaise ever closer to his destination until finally he found himself arriving in the dark study.
Lucius was sitting in his armchair across from him frowning at his grimy coloured Brandy. Blaise cleared his throat causing the Malfoy to glance into his face.
"What do you want? This had better be about your mission or-"
"I want to talk to Voldemort." He blurted keeping his poise and fixing Lucius with a severe steely gaze.
The man opposite him stood up and threw his glass past Blaise into the fire, causing a small blast.
"You what? You - you want to talk to the dark lord? But he is n-"
"I know that he is alive, otherwise you wouldn't have contacted me twice in one day about a woman that has no union with us apart from she was taken into the chamber of secrets."
Lucius stared at the ebony haired man before him a minute smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're a clever one Blaise Zabini. Very clever - you have all the merits that made your father the brilliant man he is today."
Blaise felt a surge of superiority on his father's behalf. "Can you take me to him now Lucius? I must discuss something with him." The blonde man regarded him for a moment, and nodded his head. "Okay Blaise, I shall take you to him."
Shaking his head at the younger mans ingenuity; Lucius led Blaise through the mansion to the grand staircase and up to the picture of Anthus and his snakes.
"Good Afternoon Master." He called through the door as it fastened behind them upon their incoming. Blaise had never seen a room quite as dark and begrimed as this. He was quite interested as to why there was a chair in front of a big black canvas, which was set in a marble frame.
"Sit down in the chair Blaise" Lucius instructed walking him up to the picture. "And don't speak until you're spoken to."
Blaise nodded, sat down and turned apprehensively to the canvas. Focusing his mind he stared at the picture. Then he saw them- two red eyes in the darkness making their way from side-to-side towards him. He gasped vaguely as a monstrous snake came into view and arched up onto its lower body.
The snake hissed loudly and Lucius bowed, Blaise watched the Malfoy and repeated the action. The serpent swayed from side to side twice before transforming into the mass of black robes and white spindly arms with spidery hands; a gaunt white face was protruding the hood.
"Good afternoon Lucius." Voldemort hissed turning his head towards Blaise and scowling at him. Blaise swallowed hard and bowed again, feeling the little hairs on the back of his neck quiver with horror.
"Good afternoon my lord." Lucius replied glancing at the young man in the chair. "My lord, this is Alistair Zabini's son Blaise. He has requested an audience with you as he wishes to converse matters as regards to the plan."
Voldemort raised a curious eyebrow and snapped his fingers, making Blaise jump slightly. He raised his head and dared a glimpse; Voldemort was currently sitting opposite him on a throne an irksome expression on his face.
"Well, speak up Blaise. I'm sure Lucius has gone against my instructions and informed you of what is occurring."
Blaise found his voice. "No my lord, Lucius did not clarify anything with me. He ordered me to find Draco for him and - and Ginny Weasley, but he did not say anything as regards to a plan."
Voldemort glanced coldly at Lucius for a moment before returning his gaze back to Blaise.
"Extraordinary eyes you have my boy. No doubt you inherited them from your father." Whispered Voldemort, examining the younger man from head to toe. Blaise frowned somewhat taken aback, what was wrong with his eyes?
"Th-that is correct my lord. My ancestors doing, each and every one had golden eyes, although it is most prevailing in the male gene." He replied hesitant as to where this conversation was going.
Voldemort nodded calculatingly. "I shall enlighten you of my plan Blaise, as I sense you wish to discuss that and leave out irrelevant subjects."
Blaise shifted uneasily in his chair and nodded his head. "As you wish my lord."
"As you can see, I am trapped within this canvas." He waved his hand at the obscurity surrounding him.
"When I fought Harry Potter at Hogwarts all those years ago, we were once again locked in Priori Incantatem. As the phoenix song sounded in my heart I felt myself weakening - the song of the phoenix strikes fear into hearts of the impure and courage into those whose heart is wholesome."
He added seeing the confused look on Blaise's face. Blaise nodded understandingly.
"With a heart filled with courage, Potter was capable of forcing the beam of light against me and I was conquered. I returned to the state I was left in when I first met Harry Potter on that dark night in Godrics hollow, I was a mere spirit - but I was still alive. Lucius was watching from the sideline and offered himself to me. He was enthusiastic for me to possess him, and in doing so I remained alive."
Voldemort flexed his fingers on the throne arms and seemed to drift off for a minute, and then coming back to reality.
"I then used Lucius' wand to apparate here to the mansion. I couldn't possess him for long because if I did, then I would have damaged his mind, and I needed him alive. Therefore, I cast an ancient spell on a blank canvas I found in his wife's study. I made it so the canvas was a void to another space in time and enchanted it so I would continue to exist; this is what is done to all wizard paintings so they are able to move and interact with those before it."
He stood up and walked from one side of the mount to the other.
"Now you're wondering what all this has to do with my plan? I need a new body so I can become Lord Voldemort once more."
Voldemort sat down on the throne and breathed in deeply.
"What I propose to do is to create a child of my very own and that, is where Miss Weasley comes into play."
Blaise widened his eyes in revulsion; he hoped to Merlin he hadn't guessed accurately to what was coming next. Voldemort smiled eccentrically as though sinking into some elusive dream.
"You see my young Zabini, Lucius' procreation has come to my advantage, he has benevolently volunteered his son for my usage in the plan."
The golden-eyed man gripped the seat arms slightly tighter.
"And what usage would that be my lord?"
Voldemort paused for a while pulsating his fingertips together before he spoke again.
"Possession. Draco is going to have the privilege of being possessed by me, and in doing so; I can father a baby with Ginny Weasley. The child, when it is born, will be a pureblood wizard and he will contain all my powers instead of Draco's..... as I have occupied his body. That, Blaise, is when I will pour essence - my very being into it..... Subsequently I will become a pureblood wizard and once again be Lord Voldemort."
Blaise stared at Voldemort, incapable of understanding the information he had just been told. One of the most evil wizards in a century had just informed him that he was going to utilize Ginny - the woman he loved - to father a child that was to be deprived of its soul and to accomplish all this, use Draco's body....
"W-why must you use Ginny my lord? Surely you can use another pureblood witch." Blaise stuttered only just finding his voice due to the anger coursing throughout his body.
"Ginny Weasley helped me when she used my diary. She helped me to inflict terror amongst Hogwarts by progressing the work of my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin. Thanks to her I almost succeeded in killing Harry Potter once more. In performing all of this, she created a wizards debt between us and as we all know, debts must be repaid."
"What makes you believe Ginny will co-operate my lord?" Requested Lucius, who until this point in time had remained quiet listening to what his master was telling him.
"Ginny will help us Lucius, because when we talked to each other through the diary, she told me secrets and fantasies she wouldn't dare reveal to anybody else. She told me that she had never had a friend as kind and compassionate as me. She was foolish enough to fall in love with me."
Blaise seemed to lose every bit of self-control at these last few words. His arms and legs shook so ferociously that the wood held in his killer grasp on the chair arms were splintering. Lucius widened his eyes at the other mans building ferocity -Blaise didn't know it, but if he got angry then something terrible would happen.
"My lord-" he said interrupting the disconcerting silence, "Blaise has been searching England for 3 days now and has some news of at least one of their were-bouts."
Blaise took a deep lungful of air and nodded his head. "That is correct. I know where Ginny is."
Voldemort raised his eyebrows in revelation, "You do? Well done my young deatheater, well done indeed y-"
"However my lord- and please hear me out. Might I ask something of you? - Please my lord?"
Voldemort scowled through his crimson red eyes but nodded his head tersely. "This better be of the up most importance Blaise."
The ebony haired man nodded his head, "Of course my lord."
"Firstly I must tell you that these past 3 days, have been pure torture of my part. Because I - I, that I -I am in love with Ginny my lord."
Voldemort raised an amused eyebrow and Lucius gasped a diminutive stunned gasp.
"I have been ever since my Hogwarts days, not a day goes by with out me picturing her beautiful face in my mind."
"Blaise, you remember what I told you about love." Hissed Lucius, "It makes you irrational and careless you could be led astray by her."
"I know Lucius, but I was in love with her before I became a deatheater, I tried to forget her but it was no use. My feelings have never got in the way of my work though my lord, I am still as loyal as the next deatheater."
Voldemort scowled coldly at him. "Get to the point!" he barked.
Blaise swallowed hard,
"When she is captured my lord, could you, force her to - to marry me."
The hooded man across from him sneered coldly and was about to snap his fingers when Blaise hurriedly continued.
"If I married Ginny my lord, then I would let you possess my body to make the child also you may stay within my body until its birth. It would be much easier then tracking down Draco, which could waste what valuable time you have."
Voldemort rubbed his fingers; clearly he was thinking this through,
"I am a pureblood wizard and the magic runs strong through my veins, I am no different from Draco, apart from my Gold eye lineage which would be present in the child if you were to use me."
Blaise bowed deeply and closed his eyes taking another deep breath.
"Please my lord? This is the only thing I will ever ask of you I throw myself at your mercy."
Lucius looked horrified, and was preparing a quick explanation in his head for Alistair explaining why his son's body was currently being placed in a coffin, when-
"Alright Blaise. I agree to your proposal. You bring Ginny before me and I will force her to marry you. Then I will use her to produce my self a body, becoming more powerful then ever before. After a duration of 10 months, I shall release my being from you and you and miss Weasley may live your lives as my loyal subjects."
The Zabini raised his head; an expression of pure joy was dancing across his features making him look like a kid in a candy store.
"Do you mean it my lord?" He asked unable to believe that he would finally have Ginny all to himself.
He bowed his head again and curled his lips into unmistakable evil. "I believe you wish to know her location." He inquired disdainfully.
Voldemort scowled darkly at Blaise's newfound confidence.
"She is currently living in a cottage just up the road from the village of Hogesmade. I saw her leaving it hours ago In search of. of - urm, of her cat. We should have no problem in acquiring her my lord, if I leave now we should have her this evening."
Voldemort smiled malevolently and drummed his fingers together once more. "Superb. Leave us now Blaise, I wish to converse with Lucius alone."
Blaise cast Lucius a curious glance prior just before rising from the chair. "As you wish my lord. I will make contact with you shortly Lucius when I have Ginny. Good day to you, my lord."
He stooped slowly and turned to leave the room, giving the pair one more probing look before departing.
Once the door had closed, Voldemort waved a hand at the chair parallel to him and Lucius took the seat.
"You have surpassed my expectations Lucius. That is a dependable servant we have there, you are fortunate to have such a astute - yet thoughtless boy." He said shaking his head in wretchedness.
"Undoubtedly he needs to comprehend the risks of possession a great deal more before sacrificing him self like that. I'm afraid, Lucius, that young Blaise Zabini has just handed me his own head on a gold platter."
Lucius approved shaking his head dejectedly.
"That is true, clearly he has no awareness about the extent of survival after one has been possessed. I myself had trouble walking around following your occupation within me my lord. My wife was most wary as to my sudden alteration in behaviour."
"Yes, well. I need you to send somebody to recover your son. After I have inhabited Blaise's body I will merely have 6 months to survive within it. His brain will modify to a point where there is severe brain damage and he will undoubtedly die."
Lucius nodded his head showing that he understood the risk the young man was taking.
"When this happens, I will require your son's body so I can stay close to Ginny pending the birth. Then when the baby is born I shall release myself from your son and destroy my own son's soul. Draco will have minor damage to his mentality but he can continue to live his life as normal as feasible."
Lucius bowed his head. "All right my lord, I shall dispatch someone at once. Nevertheless, what if Virginia refuses to co-operate? What will you do then? "
"If she will not assist us then I will strike out at those she loves the most until she cooperates properly. Unfortunately I cannot risk harming her or she will be unfit to bear the child. Do not be apprehensive Lucius, the plan will be in motion soon enough."
Lucius simply blinked inertly at this justification, and rubbed his jaw solicitously.
Even though he disliked his son - and if he saw him right now would possibly slaughter him himself, Lucius if truth were told, needed his son alive. The Malfoy family held a high amount of respect in England, and were known to be a proud - not to mention one of the most feared - wizarding families.
As soon as the first-born offspring of a Malfoy became of age, he was obligated to marry a pureblood witch and produce an heir to the Malfoy riches. If a girl was born, the couple would attempt pregnancy all over again until there was a baby boy. Lucius' mother had given birth to a boy (him) but regrettably died during childbirth to his sister, soon after named Gemini.
Lucius had lived in the company of his father and grandfather at the mansion in Kent, although his grandfather decided that England was becoming too dreary and moved to Spain where he constructed a vineyard on the Mediterranean coastline.
Subsequently, whilst Lucius attended Hogwarts, he bullied certain individuals, along with his childhood comrade Alistair Zabini; consequently creating him self a depraved reputation as a persecutor of the mind. This dominant, vigorous behaviour was bought upon by Gregory's continuous abuse whilst Lucius was growing up.
Then a single golden haired Narcissa Pearlrock came onto the scene and she and Lucius became a couple, much to Alistair's disappointment. Alistair - much like Blaise with Ginny - had had a secret fascination with the Blonde haired beauty, like Blaise, he'd kept this fascination to himself. He knew how the idea of being madly in love with your best friends girlfriend would not go down well at all.
Soon after Hogwarts, Narcissa and Lucius married and settled down in the mansion with Lucius' father, Gregory Malfoy. Much to Narcissa's disapproval, Lucius became a deatheater only weeks after the ceremony and was away for most of the week, leaving Narcissa alone throughout the day and most of the night.
When Narcissa became pregnant some months later, Gregory 'mysteriously' disappeared and Lucius along with his new wife inherited the Malfoy estates. With his father gone, Lucius had full access to the Malfoy trust fund and vowed that he would provide the 'ideal' life for his son that he'd never had.
When Draco was 6, Gregory Malfoy - presumed dead by all - sent the family an owl saying that he was living on the island of Kos in Greece, in his newly built estate made only for him, and strict instructions were given that this particular house was for the elderly Malfoy's only as a 'retirement home' if you will. In the letter he also expressed his intentions of getting to know his grandson better and made frequent visits every month, however these frequent visits soon became few and far between when Draco began to attend Hogwarts.
"LUCIUS!" Bellowed Voldemort his wand raised in a menacing way.
Lucius shook his head in shock and gasped slightly as he saw the wand. "I'm so very sorry my lord, but I need to ask something of you."
Voldemort flexed his long spindly fingers and the wand disappeared. "GET ON WITH IT! I TIRE OF PEOPLE REQUESTING IDIOTIC FAVOURS OF ME!" He barked, his red eyes livid.
"Of course my lord." He cleared his throat importantly.
"When you have finished using Draco's body my lord, we - I will need to keep him alive..... As I have no other relatives apart from my second cousins and aunts and uncles, I need Draco to produce an heir otherwise the Malfoy name will be carried on through their children. As my father was head of his 4 brothers, and Draco is my only son, it is only right that he must marry and produce a child. Then my lord.... we will kill him."
Voldemort blinked once and stood up, the chair vanishing as he did so. "Fine Lucius, I understand, after all blood is thicker then water...... You may keep your sons life - for now." He hissed through gleaming white teeth. Voldemort sighed agitatedly and twisted his spindly form back into the colossal Ashwinder.
Lucius stooped respectfully and stood up after a minute or so. He observed with mixed feelings, as those red eyes became cantankerous slits before slithering away into the shadows.
Lucius flashed his eyes precariously at the portrait then left the room needing to break away from the past events that were creeping slowly into his mind.....
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The small, peaceful lake was her only solace. This was her personal concealed place where she came to reflect on matters of the mind. The lagoon - which was found in the tranquil countryside between Hogwarts and Hogesmade - had a small waterfall that trickled downwards between the rocks that created a miniature pyramid.
Usually when Ginny came down here, there were a small cluster of swans ferreting about amongst the weeds for frogs and crunchy water beetles. Sometimes, the beautiful creatures would come and investigate Ginny, who would take her usual seat under a willow tree just near the waters edge.
However, today the charming birds were nowhere to be seen as they were looking for consolation in the warmer parts of the world away from winter's frosty grip. So Ginny contemplated her feelings alone with only the invading darkness as company.
She was sitting beneath her tree staring at the soothing ripples that the waterfall created, when suddenly her spine started to tingle with foreboding.... Something told her that she was not alone right at the moment.
Ginny widened her eyes apprehensively and peered tentatively around the tree. There was no one there, only the small meadow - but she knew somebody was there, she just knew; it was as though the person was.... Invisible..... She stood up slowly and came around the tree into the undersized glade.
"I know you're there. Come out - please?" She invited scanning the clearing neurotically, the thought of someone watching her was unsettling.
There were no signs of movement what so ever - until she saw a slender hand appear out of nowhere and pull off the cloak they were using as camouflage.
The red head took a quick intake of air when she saw the hands owner. The tall mans golden eyes were giving her a swift once over, taking in her appearance. He flushed faintly as his questioning eyes linked with her chocolate, shaken ones.
"Blaise?" she gasped taking an inquisitive stride closer to the Zabini. Of course it was, nobody else had amazing golden eyes like that..... unless he had a twin brother that acted like him in every way; yeah right.
Blaise smiled tenderly and began to walk up to her, maintaining eye contact so not to frighten her. Ginny blushed slightly as he got closer, managing to maintain his cat like prowling perfectly.
"Hello Ginny." He replied softly upon reaching her, and taking her shaking hand with his strong one.
Ginny glanced uncertainly down at his hand, which was stroking hers affectionately and then back to his eyes. Ginny knew she would have to be very careful around the youngest Zabini. Now he knew about her letter - which was worrying at the thought - and in turn she knew about his attempted murder on Draco. However, how could anyone that seemed so caring and compassionate do such a cold-hearted thing?
"It's been a long time," she said quietly whilst trying to keep her tone as normal as possible. Blaise gave her a lop sided grin at the comment - yet Ginny swore she saw something within his eyes flash suddenly making them seem bitter and cold..... Moreover, Blaise had never shown the slightest hint of bitterness before....
"It has indeed. Why didn't you ever try to contact me?" he interrogated calmly whilst stroking her hand gently. Ginny wished he would of shouted, because the hurt and disappointment evident in his voice was crushing her.
"I - I never really knew what to say to you. I didn't really have much to say in the first place." She whispered meekly avoiding his eyes. Blaise narrowed his eyes evenly, something within him hurting because of her lie.
"It seemed as though you had something to say in the letter you never sent me." He replied too calmly for the situation, taking out the wrinkled letter from his pocket and presenting it to her.
Ginny swallowed uneasily and looked down at the letter she had never dared to forward, then back to his narrowed eyes.
"Blaise, I - I wasn't sure about my feelings at that moment in time. I didn't want you - I didn't want you to get the wrong impression."
The ebony haired man frowned at her, slightly bewildered by her response. "And what impression would that be?"
Ginny bit her lip hesitantly, "That..... That I love you when I don't."
Blaise stared emotionlessly at her as the words sunk in.... 'That I love you when I don't'... 'That I love you when I don't'..... It was as though time was slowing down around them, the words still echoing loudly in his head taunting and teasing his soul. He blinked slowly trying to get his emotions in check, and shook his head sceptically at her.
"What?" he croaked. "But - But I love you! I've loved you from the first time I saw you properly in my sixth year. I loved you every night when we met at the tower. I loved you every day since we've been apart....I love you now Ginny."
Ginny looked down to the ground, unable to look at his face any longer, all the hurt and confusion swimming across it. She bit her lip timidly and took a steadying breath.
"I don't love you Blaise..... Maybe, just maybe I felt something for you when we met at the tower - but I don't love you in that way...... I will always love you as a friend, but nothing more......"
Blaise closed his eyes and dropped his head downwards sadly. He felt as though his heart had just been broken in two and all that he was, all his goodness seep out of him and into the ground.
"Then - then whom do you love?" he requested erratically still keeping his eyes closed.
"I don't know at the moment." Ginny whispered wanting him to release her hand so she could move away from him.
Blaise sighed irritably and remembered something.... Draco was staying with Ginny.
His eyes flew open, causing her to jump slightly. "You know I met an old friend of mine this afternoon. And do you know who that old friend was?"
Ginny knew what was coming, she closed her eyes, "Blaise I-"
"It was Draco Malfoy. Draco bloody Malfoy! The boy you used to rant and rave about every night to me - curse and shout about my best friend..... We were having an innocent chat and do you know what he told me."
The red head opened her eyes and bit her lip.
"That - that you two had slept together....." Ginny's eyes welled up with tears at these last 2 words; something within her heart seemed to snap at the hurtful look on Blaises face.
"At first I couldn't believe it, but I know when Draco is lying and he wasn't just then.... And do you know how I felt Ginny?"
Ginny swallowed, and blinked out the tears that had formed in her eyes. She shook her head numbly unable to find her voice.
Blaise cupped her face tenderly and stoked it with the pad of his thumb. "I felt heartbroken, like I do at this very moment. Now, I'm somewhat curious as to why you would sleep with a boy you detested, but wouldn't grant me anything more then a kiss."
Ginny sniffed and tried to draw her head away from him, but his grasp on her head was getting tighter and stronger every time she moved backwards. Blaise dropped her other hand and moved it to the small of her back, pulling her unwillingly against his strong body hindering her escape.
"Blaise, please?" she whispered in a choked voice, "Let me go."
Blaise released the hand from her head and placed his forefinger on her lips, silencing her. He hooded his eyes unpleasantly and covered her beautiful mouth with his own, his tongue working her lip impatiently. Ginny pulled away with all her might, but he put a forceful hand behind her neck keeping her head there.
She tried to free her self by pushing his bulky chest with her hands, but he was brawny and scarcely felt anything her subtle hands were doing. He began to saunter forwards, backing her into the willow and Ginny was powerless to resist.
She felt her back come into contact with the bumpy bark, and noticed his hand moved to her waist and around her back again in a circle. Having successfully trapped her against the tree, Blaise disconnected the hand from her neck and began to work the buttons on her cloak. Ginny gasped into his mouth and bit his lip causing him to pull away from her in pain.
He touched his finger to the injured lip and scowled at the blood she had drawn. Ginny was about to scream when he fastened a hand tightly around her mouth.
"Shhhhhh." He cooed quietly, beginning to work the gold buttons once more with his other hand.
With this hand gone, Ginny slowly reached into her cloak pocket and felt for her wand. She gripped it firmly, ready to attack and began to bring it out when he grabbed her wrist forcing her hand painfully against the trunk.
"Oh no you don't." he whispered leaning forward to kiss her all over again.
Ginny was crying very hard and needed air; this guy was like a whale only taking a breath every 20 minutes. Anger, and a need to protect her self began building up inside her. She kissed him back to distract him and raising her knee, got him right in the groin.
Blaise yelled out in pain and Ginny kicked him out of the way and ran towards the road. Behind her, she could hear the immense thundering of Blaise's footsteps.
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Draco blinked his eyes open and felt around for Ginny. She wasn't there. He shook his head and sat up slowly, wincing slightly at the pain still lingering in his chest.
The room had been cleaned up, the blood-ridden towels gone along with the salt water. 'Maybe she's downstairs?' he asked himself, glancing around the tranquil room.
Placing his legs around the side of the bed, he slowly rose from it sucking his teeth at the pain in his abdomen. 'Okay Draco, just walk, the pain will go away.' He took a small step forwards then another, wincing slightly as he went. Blaise had undoubtedly done some serious damage to him.
As he reached the stairs, the pain ebbed away ever so slightly putting his brain up a gear. Deciding not to wander off without his wand again, he walked into the spare room and placed it on the bed, then changed into some clean clothes as the blood soaked shirt and trousers were beginning to stick. Once the black jumper had been pulled carefully over his arm and chest, he pocketed his wand and lumbered down the stairs.
"Ginny" he called as he reached the bottom step, his boots felt heavy on his feet and his ankles were sore from having slept in them. There was no reply. Draco frowned uncertainly, "Ginny?" he called once more, walking into the kitchen expecting to see her there.
No sign of her there either. He began to panic, but tried to calm himself; Malfoy's did not Panic.... But then - Ginny wasn't the one they were looking for.... Blaise knew where he was, what if he'd.....
"GINNY!" he shouted running into the living room, ignoring the drum roll his chest was doing. He frantically scanned the room; she wasn't there. He swept a hand through his unkempt hair, growing increasingly restless; she would have told him if she was going out right?
Suddenly, the back door slammed shut and a loud wheezing sounded in the small room followed shortly by what could only be described as fearful crying. Draco frowned earnestly and ran into the kitchen expecting the worse.
As he entered the room, he spotted Ginny sitting slumped on the floor in front of the back door, crying hysterically. Upon seeing Draco, Ginny jumped swiftly from the ground and ran into his arms, sobbing sadly into his chest.
"Ginny? Ginny what's the matter, what's happened?" He demanded hugging her closer. Ginny shook her head into his upper body and continued to weep sorrowfully into his clean jumper. Draco stroked her softly on her back, moving in little gentle circles trying to calm her down. Ginny gasped, reminded suddenly of her terrifying encounter moments ago and pushed him away, backing into the wall.
Draco frowned and made towards her, but Ginny raised her wand to him causing him to stop abruptly.
"Ginny what's happened?" he demanded looking at her body for any sign of injuries. There were no obvious signs that she had been damaged in any way, until he spotted the undone buttons on he cloak and the top of her shirt and the red mark on her wrist......
He scowled darkly at the cloak and looked questioningly into her eyes, pleading with her silently to tell him what was scaring her so much. Ginny took deep calming breaths during sobs and managed to find herself for a moment.
"Blaise - Blaise - he - tried to - to rape me-." She sobbed dropping to the floor once again in a heap.
Draco gaped his mouth in shock, Blaise try to rape Ginny? Suddenly he found himself shaking with anger and uncontrollable fury. He formed rough fists with his hands and lashed out. "ARGH!" he bellowed punching a hole in the cupboard door.
Ginny jumped at his sudden outburst and held her head in her hands. Draco steadied his breathing upon realising he'd made her jump and flexed his fingers, itching to place them around Blaise's neck. He knelt down lightly on the floor before her, and bought her into his chest reassuringly.
"Shhhh Ginny it's okay, I'm here Blaise can't hurt you when I'm here." He cooed soothingly, stoking her tresses. Ginny sniffed loudly and stopped crying, the mention of his name sent her into shock. After taking a few more relaxing breaths, Ginny began to soften up in Draco's arms, finally feeling protected.
Draco sighed profoundly and put an arm around her shoulders and legs scooping her up effortlessly off the floor. His upper body was aching, but it wasn't from physical pain, it was from emotional sorrow on Ginny's behalf. Never would Draco imagine Blaise to do such a cold hearted act, especially to Ginny Weasley, the girl he loved beyond life it's self.
"It's okay Ginny, we're going to be fine. Just stay here a minute while I go do something." He said softly, placing her softly on the sofa upon entry. Kissing her sensitively on the hand, Draco smiled reassuringly and vanished upstairs, cursing the Zabini under his breath.
There was only one thing for it; they needed to leave this place, now it was too dangerous for both of them. Blaise wouldn't be here if someone higher then him hadn't sent him, Blaise wasn't the type to go searching without motive.
Grabbing his bag - which was still packed - he slung it roughly over his shoulder and went into Ginny's room. He gazed emotionlessly around the room and noticed her bottomless bag was sitting on the desk.
He grabbed it and ran hurriedly to the wardrobe. Ripping them off their hooks, he stuffed random clothes and cloaks into the bag making sure Ginny would have everything she needed. Draco hurried over to the oak draws and crammed some of Ginny's underwear - ignoring a particularly kinky pair of lacy stockings - into the bag along with some toiletries scattered randomly on her desk.
Finally satisfied, Draco ran back down the stairs to find the front door wide open. A sudden wrench of foreboding grasped his heart and he shot speedily into the front room to find a most dreadful sight.
Blaise, McNair's son Robin, Angelus and a deatheater he didn't recognise were standing in the living room. They were all wearing long black deatheater robes, and Blaise was looking particularly superior as he had Ginny's petite frame held firmly in his arms. She tried to get to Draco, attempting to reach him a look of utmost terror on her face.
"We meet again Draco," sneered Blaise sinfully, kissing Ginny on the cheek as he pulled her harshly into him, before tightening his grip around her waist.
Draco's chest gave a jealous lurch, causing him to drop the bags callously. As soon as he made towards Blaise, the 3 other men drew their wands to his chest, causing the Malfoy to stop dead.
Blaise laughed scornfully, "Sorry Draco but it looks like I finally got the girl, and now I'm afraid we shall have to leave you now. There are big plans meant for Ginny, we can't keep our master waiting any longer."
Draco scowled menacingly at his childhood friend and smirked maliciously. "I don't think so Blaise,"
Draco jumped forwards into Blaise and in doing so caused two of the men to hit each other with Stupefy. It seemed that McNair and the unknown deatheater had both tried to stun him at the same time and succeeded in hitting each other instead.
Angelus jumped forwards and wrestled Draco to the floor, punching him hard in the chest, causing Draco to cry out in pain from the iron like blows.
Ginny screamed and fought wildly against Blaise, punching and elbowing his chest. However, he picked her up effortlessly around the waist and started towards the fireplace.
Draco winced in wholesome agony at the other mans damage he was inflicting on him and kneed Angelus in the groin, causing him to roll off Draco in pain.
Blaise reached into his pocket and bought out a container of floo powder. Frantically, he tried to unscrew the lid, but Ginny's continuous wriggling was making it hard for him to do so.
Draco grabbed Blaise's shoulder and twisted him around, punching him in the eye. Blaise bellowed in pain and Ginny stepped on his toe causing him to free her of the imprisonment. Ginny started towards Draco, however Angelus had recovered from his previous grievance and stunned Ginny sending her soaring into the sofa.
Draco growled in rage and kicked him in the knee, causing him to cave in onto the other, Draco took aim and booted Angelus right in the head rendering him unconscious.
Blaise threw some floo powder into the fire and shouted "MALFOY MANSION", causing Draco to snap his head up to Blaise.
The ebony haired man swung around, wand raised and shouted, "Rictusempra!" Causing Draco to fly backwards into the wall, and land in a crumpled heap.
Draco squinted, trying to keep himself from becoming unconscious for a second time, he could just make out Blaise picking Ginny up preparing, to take her to Malfoy Mansion. He needed to protect her; he couldn't let Blaise take her - let Blaise win.
Shaking his head in a feeble attempt to stay conscious and clutching his chest, Draco reached into his pocket and drew out his wand. Raising it precariously to Blaise he shouted, "stupefy!"
Blaise flew forwards into the wall above the sofa before groaning softly and crumpling into a heap.
Breathing shallowly, Draco stumbled to the hearth and extinguished the fire, and then reaching into his pocket he bought out a dark blue bottle of powder and threw them into the recently lit flames.
Hauling Blaise off Ginny, he sat her up checking that she was unharmed. Then he quickly grabbed the bags and placed them before the fire. He coughed whilst rubbing his chest, slowly sinking into darkness.
"ANGELS VINEYARD" He shouted kicking the luggage into the fire. Breathing intensely to stable himself, he picked his and her wands up off the floor then finally Ginny - kissing her softly on the lips as he did so.
"Don't worry Ginny, we'll be out of harm's way now." He coughed stroking her long tresses tenderly.
Standing before the thriving Blue fire, he shouted "ANGELS VINEYARD" and vanished into the soaring Blue inferno and out of sight.
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A/N: Hey people!! Another cliff-hanger there, I know how you all love them (smiles evilly) By the time this is on your screens it'll be New Years Eve. YEY! Roll on 2003! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I wasn't sure how to include everything I wanted in this chappie, but hey, I managed it. Please review? Pretty please? A big hug to everyone who has reviewed so far, I'm not sure as to when the next chapter will be up due to school coming up, but I will work my butt off this remaining week to bring you the next instalment.
Anyhow, I read through my last chapter about 5 mins ago and I realised how many mistakes I'd made, I know we all make mistakes, but I didn't understand where the plot was going. I am so retarded sometimes.
I'd like to reassure Tomato Soup that Ginny will NOT be turning into a slut so do not worry my friend, although something awful almost happens to her.
Chapter 7: Blackening of the souls, and a great escape
November 3rd 2006
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I'm alone yeah I don't know
If I can face the night
I'm in tears and the cryin' that I do
Is for you
I want your love
Let's break the walls between us
Don't make it tough
I'll put away my pride
Enough's enough,
I've suffered and I've seen the light
Angel - Areosmith
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Ginny awoke to the sound of gentle breathing in her ear. Slightly confused, she rolled onto her side to find Draco, resembling some kind of heavenly angel. She examined his face, taking in all the little details she missed when he was awake.
His cheeks were flawless and as soft as a baby's bottom- with twice the strokability. His lips were slightly pouted and were the colour of fragrant red roses. His hair was flaxen and more stunning then the brightest phoenix feather.
She smiled to herself, feeling mildly possessive as well as glad that he was sleeping soundly beside her. Even though nothing had happened between them - due to Draco's injuries - she appreciated being held securely in his arms and kissing him to a point where her lips were numb.
The curtains were still open and the sky was its normal powder azure with pallid fluffy clouds. Of course! It had only been about 1 pm when she found him; she must of only been sleeping for around 2 hours - with the exception of 1 hour of kissing. Rubbing her eyes (and smudging her mascara in the process) she glanced back to the man beside her.
Deciding to let sleeping Dragons lie, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek before rolling out of bed. The flooring on which she now stood on was covered in blood and towels; why hadn't she thought about eventually drying?
Sighing at the condition her white and blue room was currently in, Ginny began to clean the room with a scouring charm. "cleanseatus." Was sufficient to wash away the red Goo, leaving the room spotless and a sparkling white once more.
On the bed Draco stirred from his deep slumber and rolled onto his side, his face grimacing slightly in pain.
Ginny sat at the window seat and watched him for a while, recalling everything he'd told her regarding Blaise.
Now he knew how she felt, would he be able to deal with it? When she was younger she loved to read muggle fairy tale books and story's of romance. In these story's, the princess would always have more then one admirer, but in the end she would always be with prince charming.
Yet, Ginny was having difficulty in deciding who her prince charming was. She did dislike Blaise that was true. However, what if she saw him again after all these years - and now that he had confessed his devotion to her, would her feelings change?
The blonde man on the bed took in a deep breath, causing Ginny to trail away from her scrutiny. Releasing it, Draco resumed his peaceful slumber.
Ginny returned to her thoughts. Now there was Draco. He was back in her life digging up lost memories from the past, causing her to deny her feelings. She knew that he cared about her, but was uncertain as to what his intentions were. Was he just going to hide out here for the rest of his days away from the world, and the deatheaters?
Sighing profoundly, Ginny walked up to Draco and planted another kiss on his face. She needed to go out and be in the midst of the people, away from him where she could think.
Picking up the towels off the floor and the bowl of salt water, she cast one final affectionate look at Draco and went down the elderly oak stairs into the deposit the towels and water into the sink.
Placing the towels in the hot water, she went to the mirror in the hallway and reapplied her eyeliner and mascara, wiping her eyes of the black smudges she had created earlier.
Ginny grabbed her emerald cloak from the cloak hook and set off into the village, needing to reflect about the past more.
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"THAT BASTARD!" The table and chairs currently in the middle of the room came crashing into the wall.
"I SWEAR THAT WHEN ALL THIS NONSENCE IS OVER, THEN I WILL KILL HIM!" bellowed Blaise throwing the small vase on his desk at the mirror, causing it to smash and shower him with shards of glass.
Upon reaching the 3 broomsticks 3 hours ago, the Zabini had been screaming, shouting and cursing Draco whilst smashing all of the furnishings - bar the bed- into little pieces. The last thing the blonde man had said was buzzing in his ears.
Had Ginny slept with him all those years ago? Or had they met up somewhere after graduation? - Were they a couple now?
These questions, and others, raced through Blaise's mind making him even more insane with jealousy. He still wanted her more then anything - and he was prepared to do anything to get her. Even if it meant selling his very soul to the devil himself, in a desperate bid for her love.
However, there was an alternative for Satan now: Voldemort.
Grabbing the floo powder from his pocket and ripping off the lid, Blaise threw it desperately into the fire and shouted, "MALFOY MANSION," into the towering green flames. The strong wind flew him past fireplace upon fireplace getting Blaise ever closer to his destination until finally he found himself arriving in the dark study.
Lucius was sitting in his armchair across from him frowning at his grimy coloured Brandy. Blaise cleared his throat causing the Malfoy to glance into his face.
"What do you want? This had better be about your mission or-"
"I want to talk to Voldemort." He blurted keeping his poise and fixing Lucius with a severe steely gaze.
The man opposite him stood up and threw his glass past Blaise into the fire, causing a small blast.
"You what? You - you want to talk to the dark lord? But he is n-"
"I know that he is alive, otherwise you wouldn't have contacted me twice in one day about a woman that has no union with us apart from she was taken into the chamber of secrets."
Lucius stared at the ebony haired man before him a minute smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're a clever one Blaise Zabini. Very clever - you have all the merits that made your father the brilliant man he is today."
Blaise felt a surge of superiority on his father's behalf. "Can you take me to him now Lucius? I must discuss something with him." The blonde man regarded him for a moment, and nodded his head. "Okay Blaise, I shall take you to him."
Shaking his head at the younger mans ingenuity; Lucius led Blaise through the mansion to the grand staircase and up to the picture of Anthus and his snakes.
"Good Afternoon Master." He called through the door as it fastened behind them upon their incoming. Blaise had never seen a room quite as dark and begrimed as this. He was quite interested as to why there was a chair in front of a big black canvas, which was set in a marble frame.
"Sit down in the chair Blaise" Lucius instructed walking him up to the picture. "And don't speak until you're spoken to."
Blaise nodded, sat down and turned apprehensively to the canvas. Focusing his mind he stared at the picture. Then he saw them- two red eyes in the darkness making their way from side-to-side towards him. He gasped vaguely as a monstrous snake came into view and arched up onto its lower body.
The snake hissed loudly and Lucius bowed, Blaise watched the Malfoy and repeated the action. The serpent swayed from side to side twice before transforming into the mass of black robes and white spindly arms with spidery hands; a gaunt white face was protruding the hood.
"Good afternoon Lucius." Voldemort hissed turning his head towards Blaise and scowling at him. Blaise swallowed hard and bowed again, feeling the little hairs on the back of his neck quiver with horror.
"Good afternoon my lord." Lucius replied glancing at the young man in the chair. "My lord, this is Alistair Zabini's son Blaise. He has requested an audience with you as he wishes to converse matters as regards to the plan."
Voldemort raised a curious eyebrow and snapped his fingers, making Blaise jump slightly. He raised his head and dared a glimpse; Voldemort was currently sitting opposite him on a throne an irksome expression on his face.
"Well, speak up Blaise. I'm sure Lucius has gone against my instructions and informed you of what is occurring."
Blaise found his voice. "No my lord, Lucius did not clarify anything with me. He ordered me to find Draco for him and - and Ginny Weasley, but he did not say anything as regards to a plan."
Voldemort glanced coldly at Lucius for a moment before returning his gaze back to Blaise.
"Extraordinary eyes you have my boy. No doubt you inherited them from your father." Whispered Voldemort, examining the younger man from head to toe. Blaise frowned somewhat taken aback, what was wrong with his eyes?
"Th-that is correct my lord. My ancestors doing, each and every one had golden eyes, although it is most prevailing in the male gene." He replied hesitant as to where this conversation was going.
Voldemort nodded calculatingly. "I shall enlighten you of my plan Blaise, as I sense you wish to discuss that and leave out irrelevant subjects."
Blaise shifted uneasily in his chair and nodded his head. "As you wish my lord."
"As you can see, I am trapped within this canvas." He waved his hand at the obscurity surrounding him.
"When I fought Harry Potter at Hogwarts all those years ago, we were once again locked in Priori Incantatem. As the phoenix song sounded in my heart I felt myself weakening - the song of the phoenix strikes fear into hearts of the impure and courage into those whose heart is wholesome."
He added seeing the confused look on Blaise's face. Blaise nodded understandingly.
"With a heart filled with courage, Potter was capable of forcing the beam of light against me and I was conquered. I returned to the state I was left in when I first met Harry Potter on that dark night in Godrics hollow, I was a mere spirit - but I was still alive. Lucius was watching from the sideline and offered himself to me. He was enthusiastic for me to possess him, and in doing so I remained alive."
Voldemort flexed his fingers on the throne arms and seemed to drift off for a minute, and then coming back to reality.
"I then used Lucius' wand to apparate here to the mansion. I couldn't possess him for long because if I did, then I would have damaged his mind, and I needed him alive. Therefore, I cast an ancient spell on a blank canvas I found in his wife's study. I made it so the canvas was a void to another space in time and enchanted it so I would continue to exist; this is what is done to all wizard paintings so they are able to move and interact with those before it."
He stood up and walked from one side of the mount to the other.
"Now you're wondering what all this has to do with my plan? I need a new body so I can become Lord Voldemort once more."
Voldemort sat down on the throne and breathed in deeply.
"What I propose to do is to create a child of my very own and that, is where Miss Weasley comes into play."
Blaise widened his eyes in revulsion; he hoped to Merlin he hadn't guessed accurately to what was coming next. Voldemort smiled eccentrically as though sinking into some elusive dream.
"You see my young Zabini, Lucius' procreation has come to my advantage, he has benevolently volunteered his son for my usage in the plan."
The golden-eyed man gripped the seat arms slightly tighter.
"And what usage would that be my lord?"
Voldemort paused for a while pulsating his fingertips together before he spoke again.
"Possession. Draco is going to have the privilege of being possessed by me, and in doing so; I can father a baby with Ginny Weasley. The child, when it is born, will be a pureblood wizard and he will contain all my powers instead of Draco's..... as I have occupied his body. That, Blaise, is when I will pour essence - my very being into it..... Subsequently I will become a pureblood wizard and once again be Lord Voldemort."
Blaise stared at Voldemort, incapable of understanding the information he had just been told. One of the most evil wizards in a century had just informed him that he was going to utilize Ginny - the woman he loved - to father a child that was to be deprived of its soul and to accomplish all this, use Draco's body....
"W-why must you use Ginny my lord? Surely you can use another pureblood witch." Blaise stuttered only just finding his voice due to the anger coursing throughout his body.
"Ginny Weasley helped me when she used my diary. She helped me to inflict terror amongst Hogwarts by progressing the work of my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin. Thanks to her I almost succeeded in killing Harry Potter once more. In performing all of this, she created a wizards debt between us and as we all know, debts must be repaid."
"What makes you believe Ginny will co-operate my lord?" Requested Lucius, who until this point in time had remained quiet listening to what his master was telling him.
"Ginny will help us Lucius, because when we talked to each other through the diary, she told me secrets and fantasies she wouldn't dare reveal to anybody else. She told me that she had never had a friend as kind and compassionate as me. She was foolish enough to fall in love with me."
Blaise seemed to lose every bit of self-control at these last few words. His arms and legs shook so ferociously that the wood held in his killer grasp on the chair arms were splintering. Lucius widened his eyes at the other mans building ferocity -Blaise didn't know it, but if he got angry then something terrible would happen.
"My lord-" he said interrupting the disconcerting silence, "Blaise has been searching England for 3 days now and has some news of at least one of their were-bouts."
Blaise took a deep lungful of air and nodded his head. "That is correct. I know where Ginny is."
Voldemort raised his eyebrows in revelation, "You do? Well done my young deatheater, well done indeed y-"
"However my lord- and please hear me out. Might I ask something of you? - Please my lord?"
Voldemort scowled through his crimson red eyes but nodded his head tersely. "This better be of the up most importance Blaise."
The ebony haired man nodded his head, "Of course my lord."
"Firstly I must tell you that these past 3 days, have been pure torture of my part. Because I - I, that I -I am in love with Ginny my lord."
Voldemort raised an amused eyebrow and Lucius gasped a diminutive stunned gasp.
"I have been ever since my Hogwarts days, not a day goes by with out me picturing her beautiful face in my mind."
"Blaise, you remember what I told you about love." Hissed Lucius, "It makes you irrational and careless you could be led astray by her."
"I know Lucius, but I was in love with her before I became a deatheater, I tried to forget her but it was no use. My feelings have never got in the way of my work though my lord, I am still as loyal as the next deatheater."
Voldemort scowled coldly at him. "Get to the point!" he barked.
Blaise swallowed hard,
"When she is captured my lord, could you, force her to - to marry me."
The hooded man across from him sneered coldly and was about to snap his fingers when Blaise hurriedly continued.
"If I married Ginny my lord, then I would let you possess my body to make the child also you may stay within my body until its birth. It would be much easier then tracking down Draco, which could waste what valuable time you have."
Voldemort rubbed his fingers; clearly he was thinking this through,
"I am a pureblood wizard and the magic runs strong through my veins, I am no different from Draco, apart from my Gold eye lineage which would be present in the child if you were to use me."
Blaise bowed deeply and closed his eyes taking another deep breath.
"Please my lord? This is the only thing I will ever ask of you I throw myself at your mercy."
Lucius looked horrified, and was preparing a quick explanation in his head for Alistair explaining why his son's body was currently being placed in a coffin, when-
"Alright Blaise. I agree to your proposal. You bring Ginny before me and I will force her to marry you. Then I will use her to produce my self a body, becoming more powerful then ever before. After a duration of 10 months, I shall release my being from you and you and miss Weasley may live your lives as my loyal subjects."
The Zabini raised his head; an expression of pure joy was dancing across his features making him look like a kid in a candy store.
"Do you mean it my lord?" He asked unable to believe that he would finally have Ginny all to himself.
He bowed his head again and curled his lips into unmistakable evil. "I believe you wish to know her location." He inquired disdainfully.
Voldemort scowled darkly at Blaise's newfound confidence.
"She is currently living in a cottage just up the road from the village of Hogesmade. I saw her leaving it hours ago In search of. of - urm, of her cat. We should have no problem in acquiring her my lord, if I leave now we should have her this evening."
Voldemort smiled malevolently and drummed his fingers together once more. "Superb. Leave us now Blaise, I wish to converse with Lucius alone."
Blaise cast Lucius a curious glance prior just before rising from the chair. "As you wish my lord. I will make contact with you shortly Lucius when I have Ginny. Good day to you, my lord."
He stooped slowly and turned to leave the room, giving the pair one more probing look before departing.
Once the door had closed, Voldemort waved a hand at the chair parallel to him and Lucius took the seat.
"You have surpassed my expectations Lucius. That is a dependable servant we have there, you are fortunate to have such a astute - yet thoughtless boy." He said shaking his head in wretchedness.
"Undoubtedly he needs to comprehend the risks of possession a great deal more before sacrificing him self like that. I'm afraid, Lucius, that young Blaise Zabini has just handed me his own head on a gold platter."
Lucius approved shaking his head dejectedly.
"That is true, clearly he has no awareness about the extent of survival after one has been possessed. I myself had trouble walking around following your occupation within me my lord. My wife was most wary as to my sudden alteration in behaviour."
"Yes, well. I need you to send somebody to recover your son. After I have inhabited Blaise's body I will merely have 6 months to survive within it. His brain will modify to a point where there is severe brain damage and he will undoubtedly die."
Lucius nodded his head showing that he understood the risk the young man was taking.
"When this happens, I will require your son's body so I can stay close to Ginny pending the birth. Then when the baby is born I shall release myself from your son and destroy my own son's soul. Draco will have minor damage to his mentality but he can continue to live his life as normal as feasible."
Lucius bowed his head. "All right my lord, I shall dispatch someone at once. Nevertheless, what if Virginia refuses to co-operate? What will you do then? "
"If she will not assist us then I will strike out at those she loves the most until she cooperates properly. Unfortunately I cannot risk harming her or she will be unfit to bear the child. Do not be apprehensive Lucius, the plan will be in motion soon enough."
Lucius simply blinked inertly at this justification, and rubbed his jaw solicitously.
Even though he disliked his son - and if he saw him right now would possibly slaughter him himself, Lucius if truth were told, needed his son alive. The Malfoy family held a high amount of respect in England, and were known to be a proud - not to mention one of the most feared - wizarding families.
As soon as the first-born offspring of a Malfoy became of age, he was obligated to marry a pureblood witch and produce an heir to the Malfoy riches. If a girl was born, the couple would attempt pregnancy all over again until there was a baby boy. Lucius' mother had given birth to a boy (him) but regrettably died during childbirth to his sister, soon after named Gemini.
Lucius had lived in the company of his father and grandfather at the mansion in Kent, although his grandfather decided that England was becoming too dreary and moved to Spain where he constructed a vineyard on the Mediterranean coastline.
Subsequently, whilst Lucius attended Hogwarts, he bullied certain individuals, along with his childhood comrade Alistair Zabini; consequently creating him self a depraved reputation as a persecutor of the mind. This dominant, vigorous behaviour was bought upon by Gregory's continuous abuse whilst Lucius was growing up.
Then a single golden haired Narcissa Pearlrock came onto the scene and she and Lucius became a couple, much to Alistair's disappointment. Alistair - much like Blaise with Ginny - had had a secret fascination with the Blonde haired beauty, like Blaise, he'd kept this fascination to himself. He knew how the idea of being madly in love with your best friends girlfriend would not go down well at all.
Soon after Hogwarts, Narcissa and Lucius married and settled down in the mansion with Lucius' father, Gregory Malfoy. Much to Narcissa's disapproval, Lucius became a deatheater only weeks after the ceremony and was away for most of the week, leaving Narcissa alone throughout the day and most of the night.
When Narcissa became pregnant some months later, Gregory 'mysteriously' disappeared and Lucius along with his new wife inherited the Malfoy estates. With his father gone, Lucius had full access to the Malfoy trust fund and vowed that he would provide the 'ideal' life for his son that he'd never had.
When Draco was 6, Gregory Malfoy - presumed dead by all - sent the family an owl saying that he was living on the island of Kos in Greece, in his newly built estate made only for him, and strict instructions were given that this particular house was for the elderly Malfoy's only as a 'retirement home' if you will. In the letter he also expressed his intentions of getting to know his grandson better and made frequent visits every month, however these frequent visits soon became few and far between when Draco began to attend Hogwarts.
"LUCIUS!" Bellowed Voldemort his wand raised in a menacing way.
Lucius shook his head in shock and gasped slightly as he saw the wand. "I'm so very sorry my lord, but I need to ask something of you."
Voldemort flexed his long spindly fingers and the wand disappeared. "GET ON WITH IT! I TIRE OF PEOPLE REQUESTING IDIOTIC FAVOURS OF ME!" He barked, his red eyes livid.
"Of course my lord." He cleared his throat importantly.
"When you have finished using Draco's body my lord, we - I will need to keep him alive..... As I have no other relatives apart from my second cousins and aunts and uncles, I need Draco to produce an heir otherwise the Malfoy name will be carried on through their children. As my father was head of his 4 brothers, and Draco is my only son, it is only right that he must marry and produce a child. Then my lord.... we will kill him."
Voldemort blinked once and stood up, the chair vanishing as he did so. "Fine Lucius, I understand, after all blood is thicker then water...... You may keep your sons life - for now." He hissed through gleaming white teeth. Voldemort sighed agitatedly and twisted his spindly form back into the colossal Ashwinder.
Lucius stooped respectfully and stood up after a minute or so. He observed with mixed feelings, as those red eyes became cantankerous slits before slithering away into the shadows.
Lucius flashed his eyes precariously at the portrait then left the room needing to break away from the past events that were creeping slowly into his mind.....
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The small, peaceful lake was her only solace. This was her personal concealed place where she came to reflect on matters of the mind. The lagoon - which was found in the tranquil countryside between Hogwarts and Hogesmade - had a small waterfall that trickled downwards between the rocks that created a miniature pyramid.
Usually when Ginny came down here, there were a small cluster of swans ferreting about amongst the weeds for frogs and crunchy water beetles. Sometimes, the beautiful creatures would come and investigate Ginny, who would take her usual seat under a willow tree just near the waters edge.
However, today the charming birds were nowhere to be seen as they were looking for consolation in the warmer parts of the world away from winter's frosty grip. So Ginny contemplated her feelings alone with only the invading darkness as company.
She was sitting beneath her tree staring at the soothing ripples that the waterfall created, when suddenly her spine started to tingle with foreboding.... Something told her that she was not alone right at the moment.
Ginny widened her eyes apprehensively and peered tentatively around the tree. There was no one there, only the small meadow - but she knew somebody was there, she just knew; it was as though the person was.... Invisible..... She stood up slowly and came around the tree into the undersized glade.
"I know you're there. Come out - please?" She invited scanning the clearing neurotically, the thought of someone watching her was unsettling.
There were no signs of movement what so ever - until she saw a slender hand appear out of nowhere and pull off the cloak they were using as camouflage.
The red head took a quick intake of air when she saw the hands owner. The tall mans golden eyes were giving her a swift once over, taking in her appearance. He flushed faintly as his questioning eyes linked with her chocolate, shaken ones.
"Blaise?" she gasped taking an inquisitive stride closer to the Zabini. Of course it was, nobody else had amazing golden eyes like that..... unless he had a twin brother that acted like him in every way; yeah right.
Blaise smiled tenderly and began to walk up to her, maintaining eye contact so not to frighten her. Ginny blushed slightly as he got closer, managing to maintain his cat like prowling perfectly.
"Hello Ginny." He replied softly upon reaching her, and taking her shaking hand with his strong one.
Ginny glanced uncertainly down at his hand, which was stroking hers affectionately and then back to his eyes. Ginny knew she would have to be very careful around the youngest Zabini. Now he knew about her letter - which was worrying at the thought - and in turn she knew about his attempted murder on Draco. However, how could anyone that seemed so caring and compassionate do such a cold-hearted thing?
"It's been a long time," she said quietly whilst trying to keep her tone as normal as possible. Blaise gave her a lop sided grin at the comment - yet Ginny swore she saw something within his eyes flash suddenly making them seem bitter and cold..... Moreover, Blaise had never shown the slightest hint of bitterness before....
"It has indeed. Why didn't you ever try to contact me?" he interrogated calmly whilst stroking her hand gently. Ginny wished he would of shouted, because the hurt and disappointment evident in his voice was crushing her.
"I - I never really knew what to say to you. I didn't really have much to say in the first place." She whispered meekly avoiding his eyes. Blaise narrowed his eyes evenly, something within him hurting because of her lie.
"It seemed as though you had something to say in the letter you never sent me." He replied too calmly for the situation, taking out the wrinkled letter from his pocket and presenting it to her.
Ginny swallowed uneasily and looked down at the letter she had never dared to forward, then back to his narrowed eyes.
"Blaise, I - I wasn't sure about my feelings at that moment in time. I didn't want you - I didn't want you to get the wrong impression."
The ebony haired man frowned at her, slightly bewildered by her response. "And what impression would that be?"
Ginny bit her lip hesitantly, "That..... That I love you when I don't."
Blaise stared emotionlessly at her as the words sunk in.... 'That I love you when I don't'... 'That I love you when I don't'..... It was as though time was slowing down around them, the words still echoing loudly in his head taunting and teasing his soul. He blinked slowly trying to get his emotions in check, and shook his head sceptically at her.
"What?" he croaked. "But - But I love you! I've loved you from the first time I saw you properly in my sixth year. I loved you every night when we met at the tower. I loved you every day since we've been apart....I love you now Ginny."
Ginny looked down to the ground, unable to look at his face any longer, all the hurt and confusion swimming across it. She bit her lip timidly and took a steadying breath.
"I don't love you Blaise..... Maybe, just maybe I felt something for you when we met at the tower - but I don't love you in that way...... I will always love you as a friend, but nothing more......"
Blaise closed his eyes and dropped his head downwards sadly. He felt as though his heart had just been broken in two and all that he was, all his goodness seep out of him and into the ground.
"Then - then whom do you love?" he requested erratically still keeping his eyes closed.
"I don't know at the moment." Ginny whispered wanting him to release her hand so she could move away from him.
Blaise sighed irritably and remembered something.... Draco was staying with Ginny.
His eyes flew open, causing her to jump slightly. "You know I met an old friend of mine this afternoon. And do you know who that old friend was?"
Ginny knew what was coming, she closed her eyes, "Blaise I-"
"It was Draco Malfoy. Draco bloody Malfoy! The boy you used to rant and rave about every night to me - curse and shout about my best friend..... We were having an innocent chat and do you know what he told me."
The red head opened her eyes and bit her lip.
"That - that you two had slept together....." Ginny's eyes welled up with tears at these last 2 words; something within her heart seemed to snap at the hurtful look on Blaises face.
"At first I couldn't believe it, but I know when Draco is lying and he wasn't just then.... And do you know how I felt Ginny?"
Ginny swallowed, and blinked out the tears that had formed in her eyes. She shook her head numbly unable to find her voice.
Blaise cupped her face tenderly and stoked it with the pad of his thumb. "I felt heartbroken, like I do at this very moment. Now, I'm somewhat curious as to why you would sleep with a boy you detested, but wouldn't grant me anything more then a kiss."
Ginny sniffed and tried to draw her head away from him, but his grasp on her head was getting tighter and stronger every time she moved backwards. Blaise dropped her other hand and moved it to the small of her back, pulling her unwillingly against his strong body hindering her escape.
"Blaise, please?" she whispered in a choked voice, "Let me go."
Blaise released the hand from her head and placed his forefinger on her lips, silencing her. He hooded his eyes unpleasantly and covered her beautiful mouth with his own, his tongue working her lip impatiently. Ginny pulled away with all her might, but he put a forceful hand behind her neck keeping her head there.
She tried to free her self by pushing his bulky chest with her hands, but he was brawny and scarcely felt anything her subtle hands were doing. He began to saunter forwards, backing her into the willow and Ginny was powerless to resist.
She felt her back come into contact with the bumpy bark, and noticed his hand moved to her waist and around her back again in a circle. Having successfully trapped her against the tree, Blaise disconnected the hand from her neck and began to work the buttons on her cloak. Ginny gasped into his mouth and bit his lip causing him to pull away from her in pain.
He touched his finger to the injured lip and scowled at the blood she had drawn. Ginny was about to scream when he fastened a hand tightly around her mouth.
"Shhhhhh." He cooed quietly, beginning to work the gold buttons once more with his other hand.
With this hand gone, Ginny slowly reached into her cloak pocket and felt for her wand. She gripped it firmly, ready to attack and began to bring it out when he grabbed her wrist forcing her hand painfully against the trunk.
"Oh no you don't." he whispered leaning forward to kiss her all over again.
Ginny was crying very hard and needed air; this guy was like a whale only taking a breath every 20 minutes. Anger, and a need to protect her self began building up inside her. She kissed him back to distract him and raising her knee, got him right in the groin.
Blaise yelled out in pain and Ginny kicked him out of the way and ran towards the road. Behind her, she could hear the immense thundering of Blaise's footsteps.
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Draco blinked his eyes open and felt around for Ginny. She wasn't there. He shook his head and sat up slowly, wincing slightly at the pain still lingering in his chest.
The room had been cleaned up, the blood-ridden towels gone along with the salt water. 'Maybe she's downstairs?' he asked himself, glancing around the tranquil room.
Placing his legs around the side of the bed, he slowly rose from it sucking his teeth at the pain in his abdomen. 'Okay Draco, just walk, the pain will go away.' He took a small step forwards then another, wincing slightly as he went. Blaise had undoubtedly done some serious damage to him.
As he reached the stairs, the pain ebbed away ever so slightly putting his brain up a gear. Deciding not to wander off without his wand again, he walked into the spare room and placed it on the bed, then changed into some clean clothes as the blood soaked shirt and trousers were beginning to stick. Once the black jumper had been pulled carefully over his arm and chest, he pocketed his wand and lumbered down the stairs.
"Ginny" he called as he reached the bottom step, his boots felt heavy on his feet and his ankles were sore from having slept in them. There was no reply. Draco frowned uncertainly, "Ginny?" he called once more, walking into the kitchen expecting to see her there.
No sign of her there either. He began to panic, but tried to calm himself; Malfoy's did not Panic.... But then - Ginny wasn't the one they were looking for.... Blaise knew where he was, what if he'd.....
"GINNY!" he shouted running into the living room, ignoring the drum roll his chest was doing. He frantically scanned the room; she wasn't there. He swept a hand through his unkempt hair, growing increasingly restless; she would have told him if she was going out right?
Suddenly, the back door slammed shut and a loud wheezing sounded in the small room followed shortly by what could only be described as fearful crying. Draco frowned earnestly and ran into the kitchen expecting the worse.
As he entered the room, he spotted Ginny sitting slumped on the floor in front of the back door, crying hysterically. Upon seeing Draco, Ginny jumped swiftly from the ground and ran into his arms, sobbing sadly into his chest.
"Ginny? Ginny what's the matter, what's happened?" He demanded hugging her closer. Ginny shook her head into his upper body and continued to weep sorrowfully into his clean jumper. Draco stroked her softly on her back, moving in little gentle circles trying to calm her down. Ginny gasped, reminded suddenly of her terrifying encounter moments ago and pushed him away, backing into the wall.
Draco frowned and made towards her, but Ginny raised her wand to him causing him to stop abruptly.
"Ginny what's happened?" he demanded looking at her body for any sign of injuries. There were no obvious signs that she had been damaged in any way, until he spotted the undone buttons on he cloak and the top of her shirt and the red mark on her wrist......
He scowled darkly at the cloak and looked questioningly into her eyes, pleading with her silently to tell him what was scaring her so much. Ginny took deep calming breaths during sobs and managed to find herself for a moment.
"Blaise - Blaise - he - tried to - to rape me-." She sobbed dropping to the floor once again in a heap.
Draco gaped his mouth in shock, Blaise try to rape Ginny? Suddenly he found himself shaking with anger and uncontrollable fury. He formed rough fists with his hands and lashed out. "ARGH!" he bellowed punching a hole in the cupboard door.
Ginny jumped at his sudden outburst and held her head in her hands. Draco steadied his breathing upon realising he'd made her jump and flexed his fingers, itching to place them around Blaise's neck. He knelt down lightly on the floor before her, and bought her into his chest reassuringly.
"Shhhh Ginny it's okay, I'm here Blaise can't hurt you when I'm here." He cooed soothingly, stoking her tresses. Ginny sniffed loudly and stopped crying, the mention of his name sent her into shock. After taking a few more relaxing breaths, Ginny began to soften up in Draco's arms, finally feeling protected.
Draco sighed profoundly and put an arm around her shoulders and legs scooping her up effortlessly off the floor. His upper body was aching, but it wasn't from physical pain, it was from emotional sorrow on Ginny's behalf. Never would Draco imagine Blaise to do such a cold hearted act, especially to Ginny Weasley, the girl he loved beyond life it's self.
"It's okay Ginny, we're going to be fine. Just stay here a minute while I go do something." He said softly, placing her softly on the sofa upon entry. Kissing her sensitively on the hand, Draco smiled reassuringly and vanished upstairs, cursing the Zabini under his breath.
There was only one thing for it; they needed to leave this place, now it was too dangerous for both of them. Blaise wouldn't be here if someone higher then him hadn't sent him, Blaise wasn't the type to go searching without motive.
Grabbing his bag - which was still packed - he slung it roughly over his shoulder and went into Ginny's room. He gazed emotionlessly around the room and noticed her bottomless bag was sitting on the desk.
He grabbed it and ran hurriedly to the wardrobe. Ripping them off their hooks, he stuffed random clothes and cloaks into the bag making sure Ginny would have everything she needed. Draco hurried over to the oak draws and crammed some of Ginny's underwear - ignoring a particularly kinky pair of lacy stockings - into the bag along with some toiletries scattered randomly on her desk.
Finally satisfied, Draco ran back down the stairs to find the front door wide open. A sudden wrench of foreboding grasped his heart and he shot speedily into the front room to find a most dreadful sight.
Blaise, McNair's son Robin, Angelus and a deatheater he didn't recognise were standing in the living room. They were all wearing long black deatheater robes, and Blaise was looking particularly superior as he had Ginny's petite frame held firmly in his arms. She tried to get to Draco, attempting to reach him a look of utmost terror on her face.
"We meet again Draco," sneered Blaise sinfully, kissing Ginny on the cheek as he pulled her harshly into him, before tightening his grip around her waist.
Draco's chest gave a jealous lurch, causing him to drop the bags callously. As soon as he made towards Blaise, the 3 other men drew their wands to his chest, causing the Malfoy to stop dead.
Blaise laughed scornfully, "Sorry Draco but it looks like I finally got the girl, and now I'm afraid we shall have to leave you now. There are big plans meant for Ginny, we can't keep our master waiting any longer."
Draco scowled menacingly at his childhood friend and smirked maliciously. "I don't think so Blaise,"
Draco jumped forwards into Blaise and in doing so caused two of the men to hit each other with Stupefy. It seemed that McNair and the unknown deatheater had both tried to stun him at the same time and succeeded in hitting each other instead.
Angelus jumped forwards and wrestled Draco to the floor, punching him hard in the chest, causing Draco to cry out in pain from the iron like blows.
Ginny screamed and fought wildly against Blaise, punching and elbowing his chest. However, he picked her up effortlessly around the waist and started towards the fireplace.
Draco winced in wholesome agony at the other mans damage he was inflicting on him and kneed Angelus in the groin, causing him to roll off Draco in pain.
Blaise reached into his pocket and bought out a container of floo powder. Frantically, he tried to unscrew the lid, but Ginny's continuous wriggling was making it hard for him to do so.
Draco grabbed Blaise's shoulder and twisted him around, punching him in the eye. Blaise bellowed in pain and Ginny stepped on his toe causing him to free her of the imprisonment. Ginny started towards Draco, however Angelus had recovered from his previous grievance and stunned Ginny sending her soaring into the sofa.
Draco growled in rage and kicked him in the knee, causing him to cave in onto the other, Draco took aim and booted Angelus right in the head rendering him unconscious.
Blaise threw some floo powder into the fire and shouted "MALFOY MANSION", causing Draco to snap his head up to Blaise.
The ebony haired man swung around, wand raised and shouted, "Rictusempra!" Causing Draco to fly backwards into the wall, and land in a crumpled heap.
Draco squinted, trying to keep himself from becoming unconscious for a second time, he could just make out Blaise picking Ginny up preparing, to take her to Malfoy Mansion. He needed to protect her; he couldn't let Blaise take her - let Blaise win.
Shaking his head in a feeble attempt to stay conscious and clutching his chest, Draco reached into his pocket and drew out his wand. Raising it precariously to Blaise he shouted, "stupefy!"
Blaise flew forwards into the wall above the sofa before groaning softly and crumpling into a heap.
Breathing shallowly, Draco stumbled to the hearth and extinguished the fire, and then reaching into his pocket he bought out a dark blue bottle of powder and threw them into the recently lit flames.
Hauling Blaise off Ginny, he sat her up checking that she was unharmed. Then he quickly grabbed the bags and placed them before the fire. He coughed whilst rubbing his chest, slowly sinking into darkness.
"ANGELS VINEYARD" He shouted kicking the luggage into the fire. Breathing intensely to stable himself, he picked his and her wands up off the floor then finally Ginny - kissing her softly on the lips as he did so.
"Don't worry Ginny, we'll be out of harm's way now." He coughed stroking her long tresses tenderly.
Standing before the thriving Blue fire, he shouted "ANGELS VINEYARD" and vanished into the soaring Blue inferno and out of sight.
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A/N: Hey people!! Another cliff-hanger there, I know how you all love them (smiles evilly) By the time this is on your screens it'll be New Years Eve. YEY! Roll on 2003! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I wasn't sure how to include everything I wanted in this chappie, but hey, I managed it. Please review? Pretty please? A big hug to everyone who has reviewed so far, I'm not sure as to when the next chapter will be up due to school coming up, but I will work my butt off this remaining week to bring you the next instalment.