I do not own HP so don't ask. I do like writing FF though but I give J.K. Rowling kudos for coming up with the best thing in the history of the world.
Well I have exciting news. I have spent a great portion of time pouring over this chapter and I hope you all enjoy it! I am so excited about this chapter! I hope you all like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
I would like to inform you if this chapter looks familiar to you it was the original chapter 2 so you may wish to go and read the new and improved chapter 2.
12/31/99
Ginny was accustomed to her duties by now. She'd been working for the Malfoy family for over a year now. She was Draco's personal servant. She saw to his every need as if she was already married to the boy.
Currently she was preparing his breakfast, toast with eggs and sausage, while she hummed to herself.
She'd become quite fond of Draco and Mrs. Malfoy. She still had no fondness of Mr. Malfoy, but he was hardly ever at the house for more than two days at a time. Mrs. Malfoy and Draco had never done her any harm. Draco occasionally insulted her and spoke down to her like she was below him but that was the way he was and she expected that kind of behavior out of him.
Ginny could tell from the way that they acted that they did not practice any of the dark arts despite what most people believed about the whole family.
Ginny stared unaware out the window. There was a strange buzz in the air today, as if huge happenings were brewing, wonderful happenings, bad happenings, important happenings.
Could today be the day, the day she and every member of the order had been praying for since Voldemort's return?
Ginny arranged the food on the silver tray and got Draco a goblet of apple cider. She left the kitchen up a small back staircase that would lead her to right outside Draco's room. When she reached the top she tapped the lower left corner with her shoe and the wall slowly vanished for Ginny to walk through. Ginny stepped out of the wall. It closed solid and impenetrable behind her.
A set of great mahogany doors with the letters D.M. carved into the surface stood magnificently before Ginny. She walked over and placing her back against it pushed it open.
Draco already had a candle lit on his bedside table.
"You're later!" Draco informed her crossing his arms huffily and looking in the other direction.
"I am right on time you spoiled brat," Ginny said placing the tray on Draco's lap.
"The clock says you are a minute late," Draco whined pointed at the clock childishly. It was hard to believe he would be twenty in just a few weeks. "I've been languishing!"
"Give me a break, langiushing? What did you do pick up a thesaurus during your extra minute of waiting? I'd bet you moved it a minute ahead," Ginny accused as she flung the curtains of his ceiling high windows open. Draco smirked at the statement she made.
Ginny again stopped and stared out the window.
No early morning sunshine lit the room this day. The sun may be bright elsewhere but here the sky was covered with dark clouds. Every now and then a bright flash of lightning scorched the sky and thunder rolled through the air.
The room was marvelous. It was done in different shades of green. All the wood was oak and hand carved. A beautiful portrait of a young blonde women clad in deep green silk holding a little baby, also blonde and just a few weeks old, sitting in a rocking chair before a blazing hearth. A window in the background howed snow on the ground and falling from the sky.
Draco watched Ginny only a moment longer before beginning to eat his meal.
"Ginny," he began with a mouthful of eggs, "Don't you like it here?"
Ginny spun sharply, "Why are you asking?"
"I heard you crying last night," Draco said staring at her with a slightly put off expression on his face and he placed a small bite of egg in his mouth and chewed carefully.
"I do not dislike it here," Ginny said slowly and carefully. "All in all, I know I am quite lucky to be here, but that does not change the fact that I am a slave and I do not like the fact that I do not have the power to leave here of my own free will."
"Why were you crying?" Draco asked, before smirking and attempting to make light of the situation, "Thinking of how sexy I am and knowing you will never get your witchy hands on me?"
"Oh yes that is totally it," Ginny said mordantly. "You are such a gentleman pig." Ginny sniffed before stomping over to a large walk in closet and grabbing black velvet high collar robes and a dark green satin cloak with silver fastenings.
Ginny pitched them onto the bed and picked up the now empty tray and stalked from the room without another word to the brat.
The day passed seeming to take no time at all.
Draco, who had nothing better to do with his time, spent the day antagonizing his servant leaving her side for no more than half an hour at a time and that was only to eat meals and when he bathed that morning.
Ginny was washing up the last of the tea things and sighed deeply. It would be nice to get to bed. The air was still humming with the same unseen energy from the morning and it seemed to be telling Ginny now that no good was going to come to this house. It whispered a sleepless night for her.
Ginny glanced up out the window to see if any of the frequent animal visitors were there.
Dozens of tiny pinpricks of light were rapidly moving closer. Ginny froze, the last teacup in her hand half washed the rag inside it.
The lights blazed closer approaching the house. Ginny could see a great many wizards running and shouting with their wands pointing outward and torches lighting the night.
"Time for all those who bear the Malfoy name to pay!" screamed a tall auror clad in scarlet robes.
A chorus of answering yells sounded through the trees as Ginny locked all the ground level doors, which automatically set the wards.
Narcissa and Draco had done no wrong. She had to save them. They were good people. They had been good to her.
Ginny ran up the grand staircase in the front hall as fast as she could. She tripped on a stair near the top and her head smashed into the railing and cracked open. A trickle of blood streamed down her forehead.
The walls of the lower level quaked as the pounding of feet grew closer. A grand old oak door over three hundred years old creaked under the pounding fists.
"Stand back!" the red-haired leading auror shouted.
Wand pointing at the door another screamed, "Reducto!"
The door was blasted back and splintered against the old wood paneling.
Wizards poured into the house.
"They are ours now!" the man in scarlet cried loudly as they began to search the lower level.
Ginny finally managed to get enough sense back and get to her feet. She limped down the dark hallway as fast as she could clutching her head to keep it from bleeding too much.
She burst into Draco's room.
He was holding his wand out pointed at the door and his eyes were wide.
"What's going on?" he asked softly so the aurors could not hear and they would continue their search of the first floor.
"Aurors! Hundreds of them," Ginny whispered and began to tug Draco toward the far wall.
"My mother!" Draco protested and stood fast.
"I'll get her! You must go now!" Ginny said softly her voice full of compassion and emphasis.
She pushed a piece of the fresco aside and the panel of the wall moved out and to the right.
Narcissa Malfoy stepped out of the fireplace.
"MUM!" Draco shouted in joy.
"UPSTAIRS!" voices below shouted and the thudding of feet could be heard moving up the stairs and all around them. Narcissa screamed.
"GO!" Ginny cried shoving them out and down the ladder and closing the panel.
The doors were flung open roughly and they banged on the wall.
"Ginny!" two aurors cried whipping off their masks.
"Bill!" Ginny yelled running to him. "George!"
Ginny sobbed and clung to her big brothers for security.
George was the first to pull away.
"Ginny where are the Malfoys?" he asked looking right into her eyes and holding her forearm.
Ginny wrenched away, "I won't tell you!"
"GINNY YOU MUST! DO you want them to be murdered? Shortly after you were captured
Draco started working for the order," Bill said grabbing her arms and shaking her.
Ginny's eyes widened. So that was where he apparated off too not to be a part of he-who-must-not-be-named inner circle.
"They are already out," Ginny said softly.
"Where are they?" George asked.
Ginny walked over to the wall and opened it.
They could just barely make out two figures running into the forest.
Bill and George climbed down and ran after them.
Ginny shut the door and went after them.
Draco and Mrs. Malfoy slipped through the trees and undergrowth as fast as they could without making too much noise.
It took nearly half an hour to reach the walls that surrounded the edge of the property.
They climbed the ivy vines that grew on the west wall.
Narcissa had just swung over when a series of sharp snaps harshly sounded in her ears.
"DRACO!" she shouted as Draco fell back dropping to the ground with a sickening thud. Mrs. Malfoy reached over and tears burst from her eyes streaming down her cheeks.
His head his a tree branch so luckily he did not feel the impact of his body slamming the ground.
Narcissa snatched the wand her only son had tossed onto the wall walk. She tucked it into her pocket.
"Over there!" two male voices shouted and the sound of feet trampled closer.
A loud crack was heard and a small house elf stood next to a crying prostrate woman.
"You is in danger miss!" the elf squeaked softly touching her back.
Mrs. Malfoy's eyes searched desperately for her son's body on the ground.
"Draco!" Mrs. Malfoy called paying no heed to the elf. Her only child was dying or dead. She felt her heart severing from her body, from everything.
The elf stepped forward and grabbed her hand and with another sharp crack they were gone.
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