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The rest of the summer went horribly. No contest, the worst summer of my life. I wish I could say that my family had treated me normally, but only Fred and George were normal to me. Mum and Dad were almost normal, except for the fact that they spent WAY too much time asking if I was okay. It got tiring after a while.

My other brothers (excluding Ron, I'll talk about him later) were nice enough, just more distant than they regularly are and a little more careful about what they said in front of me. It didn't help that neither of my parents allowed me to go back to looking like a Weasley. They told me that eventually the Malfoys would want to meet me, and they would refuse to let me keep my red hair and brown eyes.

Harry didn't talk to me at all. Probably, I realized, because as the only person to defeat Voldemort he couldn't very well be a great friend with a Malfoy. That didn't stop it from hurting though. Especially since I couldn't seem to get over my crush on him, no matter how hard I tried.

Hermione on the other hand was great. She always talked to me, or tried to make me laugh. Over that summer we became better friends. But I realized that she couldn't spend all that much time with me. She had Harry and Ron, who are her best friends.

There were some very strange things that happened, and not just from my friends and family either. Slytherins who'd quite hated me before the whole mess suddenly sent me owls, declaring their sudden interest in meeting me for lunch somewhere, or even told me how much they regretted terrorizing me before.

The scariest one had to be when Pansy Parkinson sent me green and silver thong, telling me it was a welcome to the Malfoys gift, though according to Pansy it was hard to give up her favorite thong.

I laughed for ages after I received that owl, and I amused myself for even longer by slowly burning the thong. It was the most fun I had all summer.

Another part was all the presents I suddenly got, though I didn't get any more thongs. People I barely knew and even people I'd never met started sending me flowers, cards, and many other random things. It almost seemed like someone had died, except no one had. Though it did seem appropriate to mourn for Ginny Weasley.

Because there was no Ginny Weasley anymore, only Ginny Malfoy.

However, the worst part of my summer had to be, no doubt at all, Ron. Ron had always been my favorite brother. I was closest to him in age, and we were really always friends. But the revealing of my true parents was obviously something that he couldn't handle.

Ron has always hated Draco Malfoy. He was the exact opposite of Ron in every way. While Ron had to work to get what he wanted, Malfoy could have it in a snap of his finger. This has always bugged Ron, that Malfoy can be as mean and snobby as he likes, but in the end he'll get everything, while Ron could be charming and nice all the time and get nothing for his efforts.

I guess Malfoy stealing his sister (I'm sure that's what Ron saw it as), was the last straw. Ron didn't have Malfoy there to take his anger out on, so instead he took it out on me.

Ron bullied me for the whole summer. He taunted me, called me names. I was no longer Ginny, instead I became Malfoy. The worst was on one especially horrible day. Ron was already in a bad mood, so as usual he took it all out on me.

"Malfoy," he had said, "when are you going to go live with your real family, I'm getting sick of having to see slime like you every day."

"Ron," I'd pleaded, "please stop calling me Malfoy, please. You know I hate it. Come on, could you stop acting like I'm a different person just because I have a new last name!"

But he hadn't stopped. He'd continued to insult me, and I'd continued to ask him to stop. For hours. And hours. Finally I was so emotionally exhausted and fed up with Ron that I burst into tears and caused Ron to receive a lecture from Mum. Needless to say, his hearing suffered problems for quite a few hours. Mum can be VERY loud if she wants to.

About two weeks before I went back to school, The Letter came. Yes, it is necessary for me to use capitals. It looked like normal letter, but none of us were fooled. The second we saw an unfamiliar looking owl fly in, we knew exactly who The Letter was from. The Malfoys.

And of course The Letter was from them. The Letter suggested in polite words (though I could almost feel hostility radiating off The Letter), that I floo to their house the very next day to meet the family and stay with them until Hogwarts, while they gain permission from the Ministry of Magic to actually become my parents. Legally.

Of course, I begged not to go to their manor. I declared that I was not ready, I screamed and cried, I even threatened to curse my parents (bad idea, they weren't too happy with that one), but in the end I was still forced to go.

The next day was sunny and beautiful, completely reflecting my mood. NOT! If the weather had actually been reflecting my mood, there would be tons of rain and a sky filled with stormy gray clouds.

After way too little time, I was forced to leave. I hugged my parents, my brothers, (but not Ron) Hermione, and various other people who'd come to see me off, including most of the Order, though not Snape.

Then I left, leaving behind the last shreds of my life as Ginny Weasley.

Needless to say, the trip to Malfoy Manor was not pleasant. My thoughts could not get over the fact that I may have left my family behind forever. I didn't know if the Malfoys (or rather Lucius) would let me visit my family. And even if I could see them, would it ever be the same?

Soon, I was inside Malfoy Manor. The best word I can use to describe the place is big. Everything in the Manor was big. The room that I stepped into could fit the room my parents had rented for my 16th birthday into it about three times.

Of course, as I'd later discover, this room was purposely designed that way, meant to impress any visitors to Malfoy Manor. But as I saw the room for the first time, I only had one thought. And that was about how exactly this room was used.

No family, not even a super rich one, would have a room this big unless they planned on putting use to this room, or in other words, holding parties. Big ones, with lots of guests. And not just any guests. No, if I knew Lucius, he would be having Death Eater parties! It didn't help that these Death Eater parties could very easily include things I would much rather not see.

Now let me remind you of my worst fear, which just so happens to be parties. Well actually, that's a bit drastic. There was ONE party I wanted to go to. That was the Yule Ball that took place in my 3rd year, but of course I only wanted to go so I could dance with Harry. And did that happen? No!

Instead I made an embarrassment of myself dancing with Neville all night. I hadn't wanted to yes to him in the first place, but I knew it was my only way into the ball, plus his face was so hopeful that I just couldn't say no. I suspect that he'd asked about all the girls in his year that he knew (minus Slytherins) and I was something of a last resort.

But back to parties, I've always had a humongous fear of them. When I'm around family and friends, such as at my birthday parties and at the Yule Ball, it's not as bad, but parties including a majority of people that I didn't know always caused me to hurt or embarrass myself in some way.

I still remember the Ministry Ball my parents took me to when I was seven. I think that was when I developed my fear, though I'd never quite enjoyed parties. You see, Dad always got three tickets so him, Mum, and one of my brothers always went. We took turns. But this was the first year I was old enough to go, and boy was I excited! I spent the longest time begging my parents to let me get a new pair of dress robes just for the event.

Eventually they gave in, seeing how happy I was about the ball. The day of the Ministry Ball finally came, and I was in such a rush to get there I practically ripped my dress robes while getting them on.

The second we arrive at the party, a complete stranger walks up to me. She was probably a nice enough person, but I think I'll hate her forever for partially causing what happened next. She looked at me, grabbed my face in her hands, and went "awwwwww! What an adorable little girl! How old are you, dear? Why, you can't possibly be more than five. And what is your name? An angel like you must have quite the beautiful name!"

Now, I know she was just an over-friendly lady. And I was pretty small, so it would be easy to mistake me for a 5 year old. But at the time, all I could think was about how sick I was suddenly feeling. Being the center of attention was never my favorite thing, and this lady was talking so loudly that many people had turned around to stare at us.

I shudder when I remember what I did next. To put it shortly, I barfed. All over my gorgeous new dress robes. And that wasn't all. I barfed all over the lady's dress robes too. Everyone was staring at me in shock. It was a complete nightmare. My parents took me home, and I never went to another Ministry Ball again.

So you see, when I was already so upset about leaving my family, this room was the very worst thing for me to see. Also, if my fear of regular parties was big, my fear of parties involving Death Eaters was a zillion times bigger. Then I had the thought that Voldemort may even be attending some of these parties.

Quickly my thoughts became so panicked that I was sure Voldemort would walk in at any second to announce the big party being held the next day, which I would be forced to attend. I worked myself up so much that the second I heard footsteps I fainted. Yes, I right out fainted. Then the world faded away.

I'm not sure how long it'd been since I fainted, only that I woke up in THE most comfortable bed ever. Seriously, it was even better than the bed at Hogwarts, which I'd always thought was absolutely divine. If Malfoy's whole house was this great I wondered, then why does he even go back to Hogwarts?

But my good mood shattered when I saw who was right next to me. Lucius Malfoy, that's who! And he appeared happy that I had woken up. Only unlike normal people, when he was happy he looked as if he had just killed someone. It scared me enough that I almost dove right under the covers of the bed to hide from him. Thankfully though, I didn't.

"Ginevra," he said, "I see that you're finally awake. Great, now we may begin discussing a few things."

"Wait a second," I replied, "since when am I Ginevra? My name is Ginny, and that's what I would like to be called, please."

The words I said actually shocked me for a little. Had I really dared challenge Lucius Malfoy?

"Purebloods do not have any use for nicknames, Ginevra. Well, at least not respectable Purebloods. Anyway, the name on your birth certificate is Ginevra, and that is what you will be called from now on." This time Malfoy sounded annoyed. Good, I hoped he was really, incredibly annoyed at me. Maybe then he'd realize that I wasn't going to roll over and allow him to control me.

Yet even I didn't expect that I'd be so brave. "Are you trying to insult my family, Malfoy?" I asked angrily. "Well, if you're one of these so called respectable purebloods," I snorted, as if calling him respectable was some kind of joke, "than I have to wonder if respectable is really the right word to use. I mean it sure doesn't seem like a respectable person would kill others, claiming they're inferior simply because of their parents. And if that is the definition of respectable people, than I'd say that I'm quite fine being an unrespectable person. And by the way, the exact name on my birth certificate is Ginevra Weasley. Does that mean I can still be a Weasley?"

By now Malfoy almost had smoke coming out of his ears, he was that angry.

"In that case," I said, "I'll be leaving. I'd much prefer to be with my real family. But thanks for the bed, it was very comfortable."

I started getting out of the bed, but before I could get very far, Malfoy shoved me back onto the bed, looking even more menacing than before.

"Now listen to me, Ginevra!" He practically yelled at me. "I think we have a few rules to get straight! First of all, I will NOT tolerate being called anything but Father! No more Malfoy, and most certainly not an insulting name of any kind! Second, you will at ALL times be addressed as Ginevra! Even around your friends! And most importantly, never call yourself a Weasley! You are a Malfoy, and you WILL act like it!"

It's kind of hard to believe, but when I looked up at him to meet his eyes, I felt no fear at all. And even when I saw how angry they were, a sight, which at one point would probably have caused me to start crying from fear, all I felt was challenge. I wanted to show him that I wasn't going to give in.

Besides, I assured myself, he wouldn't hurt his own daughter.

But basically, my anger at him caused my shyness to disappear. Completely. And that was a very good thing too, because it would soon become clear that in this household, shyness was not really an option.

As soon as I was out of bed, Malfoy continued speaking. "Now, you must come meet the rest of your family. Then you and Narcissa can talk about the ball welcoming you to our family. The Welcome Ball will take place in about a week, and Narcissa would love to hear about any ideas you have for…"

I wasn't really listening though. I'd stopped hearing at the point that he'd mentioned the Welcome Ball. Oh no, I thought, there really is going to be a ball!

"…And of course the invitations still have to be sent. But there's no need to worry about people having previous plans. Everyone cancels anything standing in the way of a Malfoy ball." Suddenly he stopped. "Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?"

By now we'd started to walk, yet I couldn't feel my feet move. All I could do was think about the ball.

I couldn't believe it.

"Ginevra?"

It was WAY too horrible to be true.

"GINEVRA!"

I wasn't even there for a whole day, and already I was miserable.

"YOU LITTLE BRAT, ANSWER ME!"

This finally got my attention.

"What?" I asked.

"Why weren't you listening to me? I'll have you know that it is wise to always pay attention to what I am saying. There are consequences for those who don't." He said this all in a cold voice, and I could hear the threat in his words.

But by that point even words like those did not scare me. He'd yelled first, and called me a brat of all things, so I decided to yell back.

"I'll tell you why I wasn't listening! Because I refuse to go to any ball of yours, even if it's in my honor!"

Malfoy stared at me for a while. I don't think he was used to people going against him, which was what I'd been doing since the second I woke up. Then he began to speak.

"Okay, enough arguing. You will be going to that ball! I ORDER you to! But for now, let's meet Narcissa and Draco."

So I decided to be quiet. Fine, let him think he won, but I was still sure I wasn't going to the ball. He continued to talk, probably about other pointless rules, but I stopped listening. It's not like he actually deserved my attention. Occasionally I'd nod or say "yeah, of course." And he seemed to accept it.

As we walked, I looked at my surroundings. The things I noticed the most were the statues. Apparently each Malfoy got a statue made of him after his death. All the Malfoys had long snobby sounding names. Ginevra, a name that I'd always despised, was actually quite bearable compared to some of these names.

When I saw that some unlucky woman had been named, and yes, this is true, Jessalena Mortilacia Pamelira Kendilastra, I almost laughed right then and there. I was pretty sure that she'd had some very inventive parents. And I was just as sure that everyone was forced to call her this, since it seemed that the Malfoy's disapproved of nicknames. I bet people avoided using her name. I felt kind of sorry for her, until I remembered that she was probably as evil and manipulative as any other Malfoy I knew.

Excluding myself of course, but I still wasn't really counting myself as a Malfoy.

Finally, the walk reached its end. It was actually a bit disappointing. Reading the names had been the most fun I'd had since I'd arrived at Malfoy Manor. Without the statues to distract me, I was forced to listen to Malfoy.

"…And here's the room. Narcissa will be so glad. I know she's been especially excited about your arrival. She's always wanted a daughter and now she finally has one. It's quite a miracle that we've managed to save you from the Weasleys. What a horrible family, to take a baby from us, as if they didn't have enough already. "

I walked into the room, acting normally, but inside I was annoyed. So he's trying to turn me against my family, I realized. I knew very well how exactly I had come to be part of the Weasleys, and it was NOT because they'd stolen me. I was sure that Malfoy knew this. I mean he would've noticed Narcissa's stomach getting bigger and everything.

So after fainting, and then putting up with insult after insult, I was in about as bad of a mood as you can get. I was ready to destroy the entire family.

Controlling my anger, I prepared to show the rest of the family just who I was. I was Ginny Weasley NOT Ginevra Malfoy. And I was going to let them know.

I hope this chapter was interesting enough. I certainly enjoyed writing it, especially Ginny's new attitude. As you can see, Ginny is realizing that speaking out has quite a few perks. Please, please review and tell me what I'm doing wrong and what you like about it! Seeing reviews makes me so happy and also inspires me to write. Thank you for reading!

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