AN: Thanks to Brett my Beta for this one. Been a long time coming, I know. I've been focused on Forging Alliances. Hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 5

Snow was starting to fall lightly outside her window. It was the first day of Christmas Holiday. Ginny was glad to be home again, it had been ages since she had slept in her own bed. The summer was spent at Grimmauld Place. Now that Dumbledore set up extra protection around the Burrow all the Weasley's were safe to stay at home. Hermione and Harry joined them. Charlie moved in earlier that month but Bill had taken a place in London near Fred and George so the house was not too crowded.

Ginny lounged on her bed, looking at the flurries outside. Everyone was asleep. She could not relax. Harry had been dreaming, she could hear him all the way from Ron's room. Pulling herself out of bed she decided to go for a walk. She tugged a jumper on over her t-shirt and put on a warm pair of snow pants her father had gotten her from a muggle store. Quietly she hurried out to enjoy the first snow which was the best to play in. Unfortunately no one would be joining her. Crookshanks followed her out of doors and headed straight for the gnomes.

"Good idea Shankie, let's get um!"

She started forming snowballs with her small mittened hands. Every time Crookshanks drew one of the gnomes out she would pelt it straight in the head with ice cold snow. This lasted until her mother called her in to help cook breakfast. She dragged her feet as she walked into the warm kitchen. The sudden change of temperature made her cheeks flush under her light freckles.

Harry wandered into the kitchen looking a little peaked. Their eyes met and they both smiled, Ginny because she thought Harry looked kind of cute just out of bed and Harry because of the pink cheeks and sparkling eyes she was sporting. They stood there entranced by each other until Mrs. Weasley gently asked Ginny to watch the eggs."

"Here let me help," he said, taking a place next to Ginny at the stove.

"I didn't know you could cook."

"I live with the Dursleys, they seem to think of me as a slave rather than a nephew," he answered while preparing the bacon.

They had a warm, filling breakfast then were shooed out when a few members of the Order showed up to talk to Charlie and Mrs. Weasley. They all proceeded to pelt the gnomes as Ginny had done earlier that morning. Throwing snowballs at garden pests led to an all out war. Harry and Ron had no chance because Ginny and Hermione came up with a system of forming snowballs with their wands in assembly line style and concocted a sling that was charmed for dead on accuracy.

After they were wet through and through and the meeting was over Mrs. Weasley called them in for hot chocolate. Fred and George showed up as well as Bill for the meeting and stuck around. Lupin sat conversing with Tonks who had taken the day off of work. It was nice to be surrounded by friends and family. Ginny felt as if nothing was wrong with the world at that moment. The rest of the day was spent much like it began, snow being thrown in every direction.

Sleep came easily to Ginny as she had worn herself out, but it did not last long. She was ripped from sleep, her hair was plastered to her face with sweat. Her blankets were in a jumble on the floor. Another vision came to her that night. It was the first since she saw Sirius' death. She quietly got up and rushed to Harry's bedside. He looked so peaceful, she hated to wake him but she had to tell someone.

"Harry," she whispered, shaking him ever so slightly.

"Wha, Ginny what's wrong?"

"I had another vision, come with me."

She pulled him down stairs to the sitting room.

"What was it about?"

"Malfoy."

"Malfoy?"

"You Know Who is going to try and recruit him but he's going to say no. He isn't going to submit."

"Bloody hell! Are you sure?"

"I'm sure Harry. I don't think there is much time. What should we do?"

"Lupin, I'll floo Lupin. He can get the message to Dumbledore. Where is the floo powder?"

Harry contacted Lupin at his home and within the hour Dumbledore was standing in the middle of the room. All he saw was confused and scared faces staring back at him. Ginny had since woken her mother and father. Ron and Hermione and Charlie heard the commotion and got out of bed as well.

"You mean to tell me that my sister is a seer, she never told us, and now she's gone and had a vision about Malfoy of all the slimy gits in school?" Ron tried to get clarification.

"Ron I hate him as much as you do if not more, but I can't help what I see. If there is a tiny chance that he won't choose the Dark Mark then we have to do something. It was bad, he was getting the cruciatis curse and You Know Who said something to Lucius Malfoy about the Impirius curse. He's a git but he doesn't deserve that."

"I might beg to differ," he mumbled.

"His own father? To think!" Mumbled Mrs. Weasley, disapprovingly.

"Miss Weasley you did the right thing. We have Aurors blanketing the area. If there is any sign of Voldemort we will be able to get Draco to safety.

Mrs. Weasley warmed some milk and gave it to everyone to help them relax. No one seemed in the mood to do so, however, and had no intention of going back to bed until there was some news. The teenagers sat quietly together until Ron piped up.

"Why didn't you ever tell us Gin?"

"Well you and Hermione are always saying what a joke Divination is. I thought you would think I was off my rocker like Pavarti or Lavender."

"We'd never think that about you. They're a bit off cause the worship Trelawney."

"Sure you say that now."

"Your visions, they are not covered in depth in Trelawney's curriculum are they?"

"Not really. Dumbledore said she lectures about this type of Divination to get the seventh years familiar enough with it for NEWT's but she really knows nothing about it."

"I didn't think so. I saw her syllabi for the forth through seventh years and dream state visions got very little attention."

"Hermione how in the world did you see that?" Ron asked.

"McGonagall showed it to me third year after I dropped the class just to make sure I really wanted to quit. So what is it exactly?" Hermione asked Ginny.

"It is a branch of Divination called Emphantazomaimancy. There are three sub-branches. So far I have only done one, Onarmellotamancy."

"Onarmellowhat?"

"O-nar-mel-lo-ta-man-cy, it is dreaming of the future Ron."

"Who has been teaching you then?"

Dumbledore has given me some books and lectures on it. He has never done it but knows a bit about it, his sister is able to do it."

"Dumbledore has a sister?"

"I guess. Dream state visions tend to be more accurate but the timing is tricky, thus the three sub-branches, future, present, and past. Usually people only have the ability to do one sub-branch."

There was a knock at the door. Ginny could hear someone speak in a board drawl.

"I'd rather stay with a houseful of mudblood lovers than with that bastard at this point."

"Well Mr. Malfoy you may get your wish," was Dumbledore's answer. "Miss Weasley you are still up, good. I need to have a discussion with you and your parents after Mr. Malfoy gets settled."

Ginny could see the color drain from Malfoy's already pale face. Harry and Ron stood at the door, each one at one of Ginny's sides.

"Malfoy," Harry greeted with gritted teeth as Ron just glared.

"Potter, Weasley," he replied. "Well at least the scenery isn't all bad." He said while looking Ginny up and down.

"You try anything and I'll be using the reducto charm," Harry said after stepping between Ginny and Malfoy.

"Yes I would be very careful, you are on my turf now and you haven't met my brothers, Charlie and Bill," Ginny warned.

Dumbledore looked slightly amused and did not say a word. Ginny guessed he could tell what she and Harry were referring to but could not know for sure. It would be interesting to see Malfoy so out of his element at the Weasley home. He would be surrounded by all the people he hated most. Ginny almost hoped he would try something again so he could really get a taste of his own medicine.

Mrs. Weasley came downstairs and started making arrangements with Dumbledore. It was agreed, Malfoy would stay for the remainder of the break in Percy's old room. A downcast look settled on all their faces, especially Malfoy's. The entire break was ruined because the one person they all hated most at school, the one person who thought it his right to violate Ginny was now staying in her own home. She hoped she would not regret telling the Order of her vision.