A/N Hello once again. Hope you like this new chapter. I thought last week's was a tad to dramatic but it kinda worked. Also looking back throughout the week at the first chapter I wrote I realized I said "Death Mark" instead of "Dark Mark." Sorry. Remember to review and I don't own any Harry Potter related paraphernalia.

Many more weeks past and Ginny couldn't get out of the rut she had created for herself. Every night she went to sleep believing that the next day would be the day she would leave to go back to work. However, every morning she could never seem to get herself out of bed fast enough or eat quick enough to arrive on time. So conveniently she never went because she didn't want to be late. She would continually call in to the office and say she was sick.

One day, Dumbledore dropped by to see if she was alright and almost ready to get back to work. Sitting in Ginny's living room, he quietly wondered to Ginny what her mystery disease was. He of course knew of Ginny's sight returning; he had been notified right after Draco had left her house. He, however, didn't seem to question why it came back, but then again the medi-witches weren't entirely sure how it came back either. Ginny had wondered why it came back and soon figured out the truth, but repressed these truths to the back of her mind.

"So, Miss Weasley when are you going to arrive back to work? We sure are missing you. Everyone has had to work double due to your absence and Mr. Ethelinde's departure." said Dumbledore

"What did you say? Ladon left?" replied Ginny saying "Ladon" instead of "Draco" so not to ruin what Dumbledore believed about her perfect assistant.

"Yes. It seems that after everyone found out that you had regained your vision, he figured he wouldn't be needed anymore and left." he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, I understand."

"So we will be seeing you anytime soon back at the office?"

"Umm, possibly. I'll have to play it by ear."

"Fantastic," said Dumbledore, rising from his chair, "Miss Weasley, see you back soon. Oh, and I hope you mysterious infliction leaves fairly soon; we need someone to help schedule the fundraiser the Ministry is having."

"Okay. Goodbye, Dumbl... Albus."

"Goodbye."

1 week later

Though Ginny original "disease" had passed, a new, true one seemed to be occurring. Every now and then she would feel nauseous and faint, but it would soon pass. Soon now a week later after Dumbledore's visit, Ginny was walking through the Ministry's doors, finally able to see things.

It didn't come as much surprise at the little changes the Atrium had taken. The same man was measuring the visitors' wands and the fountain (that had been refurbished) was still there. Ginny made her way towards the elevators and boarded it along with half and dozen faces that she recognized. She quietly muttered her "hellos" that exited the lift at her level. She walked through the office's familiar doors and entered upon the hustle and bustle of Dumbledore's other helpers and different Minister from other departments. Due to the current chaos, no one initially noticed Ginny until Dumbledore welcomed her back loudly and happily. After that, it took her a good 30 minutes to center herself after the bombardment of people welcoming her back.

After everyone had said their greetings, she looked upon the desk that she had missed looking at the past year. Its top was covered with pictures of her family and pictures of her, Ron, Hermione, and Harry at Hogwart's.

'I wish I could go back then and still be living in my perfect world.'

She began riffling through her drawers to make sure everything was in order. As she opened the bottom most drawer she discovered and envelope with her name written in elegant script. A little shocked, she nudged her finger under the seal and ripped it open. Reaching inside she opened the letter. She left out a gasp. It read:

Dear Gin,

I just want to tell you how sorry I am. I never meant to hurt you or trick you. You wouldn't let me explain at your apartment so on paper I'll try.

Back in my seventh year, 2 weeks before my graduation, my father sent me a letter. In it, it said that the night after my graduation I would become a Death Eater. Now even though it may seem that this is all that I have been hoping for my whole life, to be at the mercy of truly a half-muggle, it hasn't.

Since I would walk and talk, my father had been training me to be live like a Death Eater; to be void emotions and despise anything/anyone less than full wizard. Now when I was younger, a tiny piece of me wanted to be just like my father and his friends, rich and powerful. But as I grew older, I realized that my father was truly weak, only choosing who he thought was most powerful to save himself. Little by little I started rebelling against my father- though he was none to pleased. So when I received that letter I knew I must do something. I went to Dumbledore who helped me formulate a plan. Both he and I knew that if I refused I would either me killed by most likely my father, but possibly Voldemort too. So we decided the best decision was for me to kill myself. With the help of Snape, who created a potion like in Romeo and Juliet, I was discovered two hours before my initiation, dead in my bathtub.

My father felt that I had taken the easy way out and was too ashamed to mention my suicide to anyone. So all those years when people never of heard of me and thought I had disappeared, it was because I really had. My father was so horrified at my actions that he just wanted to leave me when I was and rot in my room which would be permanently locked. However, my mother persuaded him to at least shower me a little respect and left me in my favorite part of the forest when I always used to go. This unknowingly helped me so when I awoke; no one noticed my departure.

Dumbledore had given me a portkey that so when I awoke, I touched it and arrived safely in Snape's private quarters. I stayed there a month while he brewed a longer-lasting Polyjuice Potion that I eventually took. During that month, he, Dumbledore, and I created "Ladon Ethelinde." Some of his past resembled mine and parts didn't. Through "Ladon" I could show the true self that my father had been smothered the past 17 years.

Dumbledore had thought that it would be too risky to remain in England, just in case so I moved to America as a muggle. There I lived for 4 years. I only came back to England because Dumbledore believed that it was now truly safe due to the deaths of my father and mother. Over those 4 years, I was able to reflect on who I wanted to be and was able to act on it. The only thing I regret is not telling my mother the truth and "goodbye." She had never wanted me to become my father and had constantly supported me, but she died believing that I had killed myself.

One thing I don't regret is meeting you. If you believe what I said above then hopefully you'll trust me again. No one in the office besides Dumbledore knew who I truly was so don't think that this was a trick they pulled on you. Dumbledore felt that helping you, I would further help myself. I had meant to explain to you the truth that morning with or without your sight. Remember that day before "the date" when I said I was working on an explanation to the press about Dumbledore's new bill; I was actually working on a letter to the public about the truth and what had happened. I was hoping to become "Draco Malfoy" again. The reason you saw me that morning was because I had let my potion expire. I was planning on explaining everything to you then heading to a press conference to explain my story to the public with Dumbledore and ideally you beside me. After I left, I did go to that conference, though only physically, and now am alive in the wizard world and exempt from all rumors. I never meant for you to get that rude awakening that morning and I only hope you know understand.

I knew once you had gotten back you would look through your drawers, hence, while I slipped this envelope in here. Obviously if you are reading this, it means I'm not here to explain this myself. I have come to discovered that there isn't much left for me in England and have left to travel the world. Maybe along the way I'll met someone just like you. I truly did and do mean it when I say "I love you." Hopefully you still feel the same way. Have a great life and whomever you marry will be a lucky man.

With Love,

Draco

Ginny tearfully folded the paper away and gently placed it back in its rightful drawer. After shutting it closed, Ginny numbly sorted some papers, reflecting on Draco's letter.

"What am I going to do? He was only trying to tell me what he had gone through and I pushed him away. How could I have been so heartless?"

She was still brooding and didn't hear anyone approaching her desk.

"Ginny, are you alright?"

She gazed up through a glazed vision and recognized Dumbledore's figure.

"He only wanted the best for you, Miss Weasley. From what he informed me was to be in the letter, every single item is true. He knew you might never see each other again, but he wanted you to know the truth, and not falsely understand him the rest of your life. I hope you understand, Miss Weasley."

"I do."

Like it? I really put on the drama works on this one didn't I? Hopefully you stilled liked it though. Possibly I upload the next chapter in a week but I might be too busy.