Summary: Draco Malfoy stands trial before the Ministry for his crimes as a
Death Eater. His only vote of confidence is a letter from Albus Dumbledore,
who died during the Final Battle. The current headmistress, Ginny Weasley
mistrusts her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but Dumbledore
must have known something.
Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling, I do not own Harry Potter, and am not either Warner Brother.
Crimes Against The Heart
Chapter 10
"To a father waxing old nothing is dearer than a daughter. Sons have spirits of higher pitch, but less inclined to be sweet, endearing fondness." -Euripides-
Draco turned to Snape where he stood. Draco felt like a student looking for guidance. In times of great need Draco had always looked towards Snape who was a teacher, mentor, and friend. He was the father Draco never had, and the brother he always had begged Narcissa for. It had been Snape who convinced him not to join the Dark Lord. Snape explained how Draco had everything to lose, that the Dark Lord could only offer him servitude, and Draco believed no Malfoy should ever act as someone's servant. Draco struggled to ask the question he most feared, he feared for the life of his daughter.
"Derrick Bole is seeking to either intimidate or impress you," Snape began. "However, I suggest you act as thought you are neither." Inside Draco was both. He was impressed at the power this man held, but was scared. He had always believed he did not need anyone and now he found himself needing his estranged daughter.
"Where is she Snape?" Draco asked remembering how close Snape had been with the Death Eaters all those years ago. "Tell me, you have to know, a guess, anything. You were one of them," he said desperately trying to control his anger. Draco had never been so emotionally weak in his entire life, yet his heart told him he was going to find her.
"Draco, I am sure Ginny knows where Derrick Bole is hiding her, it is not you this man is trying to hurt. This is not about you, this is about her," Snape explained staring at his one time student. He knew Draco could not grasp the idea of not being the center of attention. Draco's whole life he had been lied to and coddled by his parents, other Slytherins, and himself. Snape now regretted all the times he had let Draco slide, he realized that it did not help the boy now. "Remember, Ginny loves her just as much as you love her." It struck Draco odd someone else loved his child so much, but it seemed natural to him.
"I can only ask an old friend to show so much faith, but I need your help once again," Draco said trying to voice his appreciation. "I need you to make contact with Bole, pretend to reunite old alliances. I need you to tell him, that I wish to become a Death Eater and help him cleanse this World of its muggle taint. Tell him a new Malfoy Lord stands beside him in his quest for domination, flatter him into meeting me. Just get me alone with him," Draco pleaded with the older man. "Please."
"I do believe that is the first time I have ever heard you say please in your entire life," Snape replied smirking. "I will do what I can."
"I could ask no more of any man. I just hope we can find her before it is to late," Draco added. Snape only nodded walking towards the castle to find Ginny. Draco stood looking at the lake trying to find the reason for this catastrophe, yet none emerged.
He thought of his childhood, wondering is Brangaine's had been unhappy as he had been. His father never paid him any attention, and he had abandoned his daughter as well. After all those promises never to become Lucius he saw the parallels between them so vividly. The only time Narcissa had even looked at him was when it came time to buy things and dress him. She had been only sixteen when he was born, to young to nurture a baby, she hardly could care for herself. So, it seemed young Draco was passed about to his nanny and house elves and later to his tutors. Draco resolved that the first thing he would do when Brangaine was in his arms was to declare her his daughter and heir to the Malfoy fortune. He also promised to make her happy, whatever the price.
Brangaine put a hand up to her throbbing head. She could hear cruel laughter from across the room. Brangaine felt a warm slightly sticky substance on her head and was startled to see blood. As a child she had never been beaten, Ginny had always had more beneficial punishments. These punishments were mostly cleaning, but were just as effective. At seven and a half years old Brangaine knew more than some fifth year students at Hogwarts granted she lived with the teachers. She had learned to read and write at five, but was still not permitted to do any magic. Her knowledge was all theoretical, but just as valuable as practical magic.
Ginny had insisted she was raised at Hogwarts, other Heads may have sent her to an orphanage, but Ginny had seen how that had affected Tom Riddle and she was permitted to stay. Brangaine remembered very little about her life before Hogwarts, but what she did remember was terrifying. Occasionally, little memories of her past resurfaced and she cried. Brangaine never told Ginny she cried, she never knew she could. Her most vivid memories were of her mother. Some regarded Lucius Malfoy, her grandfather, who was always trying to get her to reveal Draco's location. Brangaine had forgotten these memories, but last year she had seen a Dementor and that was all it took to open this window to the past. She remembered how the Dementor had been at the Ministry of Magic, Brangaine had felt as though she would never be happy again.
"Hello Brangaine," said a heavily accented voice. She froze uncertain what to do.
"Why am I here?" she asked trying to sound bold. The laughter returned as a man came to look at her.
"You will know soon enough, besides we wouldn't want your mummy to worry about you," the voice sneered. Brangaine thought about the revelation Draco had made clear, Ginny was not her mother. This man was after Ginny, and using her as bait for his trap. The man obviously did not know that Draco Malfoy was her father, and she was his daughter. Deep inside she was proud to have knowledge the man did not, after all it could prove a very reliable card to play.
"My dad will come for me," she said quietly, so he could not hear. The man looked at her amusedly.
"I hope she will, my Ginny will return to me," he said smirking obviously thinking she had said Ginny was coming for her. The man handed her a frothy potion to drink, assuming it was some sort of healing potion she drank, but it made her feel dizzy instead. Brangaine was severely confused and her head began to spin as she blacked out.
A/N: I noticed J.K. Rowling put up a memo saying Ginny's real name is Ginevra, so I'll work that into the story somehow, sorry. This chapter is a bridge chapter, really short in other words, but don't worry I'll update again soon, but this week was my birthday: May 21st. Thanks, Love KTBallerina. P.S. go read a story by BallerinaBarbie, she's my twin sister. I'm older by seven and a half minutes, just so you know.
Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling, I do not own Harry Potter, and am not either Warner Brother.
Crimes Against The Heart
Chapter 10
"To a father waxing old nothing is dearer than a daughter. Sons have spirits of higher pitch, but less inclined to be sweet, endearing fondness." -Euripides-
Draco turned to Snape where he stood. Draco felt like a student looking for guidance. In times of great need Draco had always looked towards Snape who was a teacher, mentor, and friend. He was the father Draco never had, and the brother he always had begged Narcissa for. It had been Snape who convinced him not to join the Dark Lord. Snape explained how Draco had everything to lose, that the Dark Lord could only offer him servitude, and Draco believed no Malfoy should ever act as someone's servant. Draco struggled to ask the question he most feared, he feared for the life of his daughter.
"Derrick Bole is seeking to either intimidate or impress you," Snape began. "However, I suggest you act as thought you are neither." Inside Draco was both. He was impressed at the power this man held, but was scared. He had always believed he did not need anyone and now he found himself needing his estranged daughter.
"Where is she Snape?" Draco asked remembering how close Snape had been with the Death Eaters all those years ago. "Tell me, you have to know, a guess, anything. You were one of them," he said desperately trying to control his anger. Draco had never been so emotionally weak in his entire life, yet his heart told him he was going to find her.
"Draco, I am sure Ginny knows where Derrick Bole is hiding her, it is not you this man is trying to hurt. This is not about you, this is about her," Snape explained staring at his one time student. He knew Draco could not grasp the idea of not being the center of attention. Draco's whole life he had been lied to and coddled by his parents, other Slytherins, and himself. Snape now regretted all the times he had let Draco slide, he realized that it did not help the boy now. "Remember, Ginny loves her just as much as you love her." It struck Draco odd someone else loved his child so much, but it seemed natural to him.
"I can only ask an old friend to show so much faith, but I need your help once again," Draco said trying to voice his appreciation. "I need you to make contact with Bole, pretend to reunite old alliances. I need you to tell him, that I wish to become a Death Eater and help him cleanse this World of its muggle taint. Tell him a new Malfoy Lord stands beside him in his quest for domination, flatter him into meeting me. Just get me alone with him," Draco pleaded with the older man. "Please."
"I do believe that is the first time I have ever heard you say please in your entire life," Snape replied smirking. "I will do what I can."
"I could ask no more of any man. I just hope we can find her before it is to late," Draco added. Snape only nodded walking towards the castle to find Ginny. Draco stood looking at the lake trying to find the reason for this catastrophe, yet none emerged.
He thought of his childhood, wondering is Brangaine's had been unhappy as he had been. His father never paid him any attention, and he had abandoned his daughter as well. After all those promises never to become Lucius he saw the parallels between them so vividly. The only time Narcissa had even looked at him was when it came time to buy things and dress him. She had been only sixteen when he was born, to young to nurture a baby, she hardly could care for herself. So, it seemed young Draco was passed about to his nanny and house elves and later to his tutors. Draco resolved that the first thing he would do when Brangaine was in his arms was to declare her his daughter and heir to the Malfoy fortune. He also promised to make her happy, whatever the price.
Brangaine put a hand up to her throbbing head. She could hear cruel laughter from across the room. Brangaine felt a warm slightly sticky substance on her head and was startled to see blood. As a child she had never been beaten, Ginny had always had more beneficial punishments. These punishments were mostly cleaning, but were just as effective. At seven and a half years old Brangaine knew more than some fifth year students at Hogwarts granted she lived with the teachers. She had learned to read and write at five, but was still not permitted to do any magic. Her knowledge was all theoretical, but just as valuable as practical magic.
Ginny had insisted she was raised at Hogwarts, other Heads may have sent her to an orphanage, but Ginny had seen how that had affected Tom Riddle and she was permitted to stay. Brangaine remembered very little about her life before Hogwarts, but what she did remember was terrifying. Occasionally, little memories of her past resurfaced and she cried. Brangaine never told Ginny she cried, she never knew she could. Her most vivid memories were of her mother. Some regarded Lucius Malfoy, her grandfather, who was always trying to get her to reveal Draco's location. Brangaine had forgotten these memories, but last year she had seen a Dementor and that was all it took to open this window to the past. She remembered how the Dementor had been at the Ministry of Magic, Brangaine had felt as though she would never be happy again.
"Hello Brangaine," said a heavily accented voice. She froze uncertain what to do.
"Why am I here?" she asked trying to sound bold. The laughter returned as a man came to look at her.
"You will know soon enough, besides we wouldn't want your mummy to worry about you," the voice sneered. Brangaine thought about the revelation Draco had made clear, Ginny was not her mother. This man was after Ginny, and using her as bait for his trap. The man obviously did not know that Draco Malfoy was her father, and she was his daughter. Deep inside she was proud to have knowledge the man did not, after all it could prove a very reliable card to play.
"My dad will come for me," she said quietly, so he could not hear. The man looked at her amusedly.
"I hope she will, my Ginny will return to me," he said smirking obviously thinking she had said Ginny was coming for her. The man handed her a frothy potion to drink, assuming it was some sort of healing potion she drank, but it made her feel dizzy instead. Brangaine was severely confused and her head began to spin as she blacked out.
A/N: I noticed J.K. Rowling put up a memo saying Ginny's real name is Ginevra, so I'll work that into the story somehow, sorry. This chapter is a bridge chapter, really short in other words, but don't worry I'll update again soon, but this week was my birthday: May 21st. Thanks, Love KTBallerina. P.S. go read a story by BallerinaBarbie, she's my twin sister. I'm older by seven and a half minutes, just so you know.