Victorian Lace

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Chapter 2: Unexpected Hope
Flashback

"Mum," Draco held onto his mother's delicate hand. His little feet padded against the ground in excitement as they walked to get his first broom. He was young for learning to ride, but Lucius insisted his son learn early. He had to be the best.

"Yes, dear?" Draco pointed his finger at a little girl with amber colored hair that was laughing as a man bounced her up and down on his lap. Even her eyes seemed to smile, as well as the man who was assumed to be her father.

Draco was envious. His father was nothing like that man. He walked in a silent chill that made even the dead cringe out of fear. No, this man was nice. That girl was lucky. "Is that an angel?"

Narcissa Malfoy squeezed his little hand tighter in hers and laughed. Her eyes lit up at her son's interest in girls at such a young age.

"Does she look like an angel to you, Draco?"

"Yes, Mother. She looks like an angel very much!"

Narcissa picked Draco up in her arms and spun him around. The sky was a beautiful mixture of oranges, yellows, purples, pinks, and blues. They were surrounded by their laughter and joy. She whispered in his ear, "Then I believe she is an angel."

"My angel, Mother?" He looked anxiously at her, his face inching closer to her in anticipation of her answer.

"Not your angel, Draco. An angel!?" Lucius Malfoy's voice singed with a burning hatred that made flesh shrivel into deterioration. "I assure you, Draco, that this girl is even beneath the dirt that you walk on. She is a mudblood. If you insist upon wanting to associate with others like her, I promise, you will not have a home to come to. It would be utterly humiliating for my son to be seen near mudbloods," Lucius' face contorted as he watched Draco hide his face in his mother's neck.

"But-But Mum said she was an angel!" Draco's little fingers clenched onto Narcissa.

"Did 'Mummy' now? Women make you weak, son. Just like your mother. Put him down Narcissa! A mudblood an angel?! Are you mad?" The quick 'whip' of his cane left a sharp swerve of blue, black, and red across Narcissa's legs. Her moan was soft enough for only Draco to hear. Her eyes closed in pain and she kneeled to let her son go. His hands would not leave the back of her shirt until Lucius plucked each finger from her.

"Stay away from that girl and the rest of her kind. Do you understand?"

"No! I like her!" Draco's little fists began making blows on his father's hip, hardly even making Lucius wince.

Narcissa reached for her son, but Lucius was faster.

"Then I'll make you!"

Pop!

Narcissa fell to her knees. Lucius and her son were no longer standing beside her. Draco was at Malfoy Manor, with him.

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Wet, cold stone met the side of Ginny's face. She watched her breath leave a frosty, fog-like mark beneath her nose and mouth. Her eyes were sore and unwilling to blink. Loud cries echoed throughout, jumping off edges of jagged wall and whistling through the bars in a moaning wind.

"Ginevra? Ginevra Weasley?" An old voice croaked out the name. Worn, wrinkled fingers wrapped slowly around the bars. Long, curled nails made an irritating scratching noise as they weakly fell a couple inches lower.

"Go away! Don't speak to me! There is no reason to live. Just roll over and die, old man." Ginny did not even look at him. She laid still in her quiet thoughtless reverie. There was barely reason to focus on his question. "How did you know my name?"

"Ah. I know much more than your name, Ginny. You survived, my little Gryffindor."

Ginny flew to the other side of her cell. Her arms were reaching through the bars and resting on Dumbledore's slouched shoulders. Their foreheads met and tears burst forth from Dumbledore.

"No. No. No! You are strong! You never cry." Ginny's whispered screams were barely heard by him. Her hand awkwardly patted his back, until even she began to cry. Released weakness flowed into cracks filled with blood and spit covering the stone ground. Dirt soaked it all up, and darkened. Hours seemed to pass and words were spoken between the two.

"Dumbledore, Malfoy is coming for me. I think he is going to kill me. Is it wrong to want to die?"

Dumbledore kissed the palm of her hand. "No. It isn't wrong, but I can give you a reason to live, Ginevra."

"I thought I did have a reason. Harry and I were trying to have a baby. I thought I was pregnant, but it turns out I'm not. I didn't have the heart to tell Harry before he-" She stopped speaking and looked down to her coated black feet.

"It's okay, Ginny. You still have something to hold on to."

"No. I don't, Dumbledore. Unless you are referring to revenge, I don't. It almost feels like a relief to die."

"What I am about to tell you is very important, Ginny. I have faith in you. Don't give up! Don't let yourself go! Take this."

Dumbledore took some type of timepiece out that was attached to a silver chain. He placed it around her neck through the bars. He held his hand over it for a moment and closed his eyes. When he moved his hand, the necklace looked completely different. It was in the shape of a line gently curving and appeared to be crystal. "It represents wind in time, Ginny. I am too old, but you are young and strong. You can do what I cannot."

"Do what? What are you ta-" Ginny's words were cut short by two men dressed in black stopping in front of her cell. Ginny held her knees to her chest and hid her face in the safety of the darkness she created.

"Weaslette. So glad you could join us here." The door squeaked as it opened. Malfoy's boots clanked loudly against the dirty ground until they stopped in front of her. She opened her eyes slowly and saw her reflection in them. She looked awful. Her hair seemed a dull brown color and twisted in a maze of knots. Her cheeks were red and dirt smudged across her forehead in an unpleasant check shape. She didn't like what she saw, so she spit on his them and looked up at him with anger-filled eyes. His laughter filled her ears.

A chain was handed to him. He quickly grabbed her wrists and locked it around them. She was a prisoner to the man she hated most. Revenge could now be deemed a worthy cause to live.

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Flashback

"You will not take her to the Yule Ball with you, Draco." Taught, dark, lifeless eyes watched Draco get down on the ground and clasp his hands together.

"Mother, please." He held his hands in front of her. "She is a respectable girl! Annabelle is a wonderful person, just like anybody else. She already knows, Mother. Sometimes there are mistakes, and they find out. She knows what we are! Why can't she come with me?" His clasped hands shook in front of her, as if the humiliating motion could convince her. "Mother, please. I am on my knees."

"Draco, I know how you feel," Narcissa shrunk to his level and took him into her arms, "You know why you cannot take her. I would gladly let you, but he will find out. You know it as well as I do. You also know what will happen to the both of us if he knew you even were considering this girl."

"I can't take it, Mother. What if I took her without your consent? He wouldn't touch you then." Draco stood and helped his Mother up. Her face was worn with age, but even in wrinkles she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was strong, but soon she would break. Draco's heart stopped when he thought about it.

"Draco, please. I don't care about me! Don't you understand? I can't stand to see you hurt!" Her hand flew to cover her face as she let out a gasp and then silent tears, measuring more than sobs. "I knew ever since you saw that stupid muggle girl there would be problems."

He took his mother in his arms and began to sway. "Okay. Okay, Mother. Alright, I will not take her. Shh. Everything is going to be okay." Together they danced on a stage of pain, grief, and imprisonment.

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Thump. Clink. Thump. Clink. Thump. Clink.

Ginny listened to the sound of Draco's boots and her chains. Her mind was clouded with idea. Dumbledore was talking about change, but Ginny wanted revenge and at the current moment, the only way to get revenge seemed to be to play along with whatever Draco had in store for her.

No Weasley had ever been in Malfoy Manor before. Of course there were rumors about it. That is, scary stories about blood being spilled and people being beaten, only for their souls to wander the long hallways or linger near a window. Ginny looked around now and almost laughed; this place actually looked welcoming and rather soothing. Perhaps it was somewhat scary, but that would only come during the night if one were to walk the halls alone. Obviously, it wouldn't take much to get lost. The manor was enormous and just being in it was fairly overwhelming. Ginny bit her lip as she studied the portraits quietly. The Malfoys, all of them looked gorgeous, as if being unattractive were unacceptable. Ginny looked at Draco. 'I suppose he is quite attractive. If only he didn't have a bloody stick shoved up his ass! Oh, yeah, and if he didn't try to kill most of the wizard population!'

Her examination of the halls ended abruptly as Draco took Ginny into a room. Apparently, it was a bathroom, only the tub looked like a pool. Oils were being poured into warm water and Ginny watched the steam rise in a daze.

"You- I- Do I- I mean-"

"Yes, Weaslette. You don't think I'd make you stay like that?"

"Well, yes actually."

"Then you were wrong." Draco stepped towards her. She stepped back.

"What are you going to do?" Ginny's eyes widened.

"I can't take these chains off of you, Weasley. We haven't come to an understanding, yet."

"That doesn't explain why you were coming near me."

"I was going to take those rags off of you."

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