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Chapter 9:

The next morning, Ginny Malfoy found herself on the train ride back to King's Cross, head spinning. The year had ended on a rather bad note. Well… bad might have been an understatement. A huge understatement! The defense against the Dark Arts teacher was really a Death Eater, Harry had nearly died, Cedric Diggory had died, and things had begun to no longer make any sense. She had used up her Malfoy shampoo one day and bought new stuff in Hogsmeade, which turned her hair red again. She had practiced an anti-concealment charm one day after giving herself a fake tan (practice of Concealment Charms in Charms) and her eyes had turned brown, but she was sure she'd done the spell correctly! Flitwick had changed her eyes back to blue in an instant, however. And then, at the end of the year… one of the last days of school, the Weasley twins had cornered her.

"Ginny- try not to scream," one of them whispered, pulling her into a closet.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing?" Ginny had whispered angrily. "Let me go!" Then the other twin had pulled out a pair of scissors. For a second Ginny was worried they were about to kill her- but they just snipped off a lock of her hair.

"What on earth- my ends!" Ginny yelled, horrified.

"Ginny… you might not like to hear this… but you're our sister and we're proving it. Our sister disappeared- kidnapped, on your birthday. Her name was Ginevra Weasley… I know you're a Genevieve, but they might've changed it on purpose. However- you look like a Weasley, talk like a Weasley. And act like a Weasley. You're a Gryffindor. You have red hair… I'm willing to bet you're a damn good Quidditch player also."

Ginny had frowned. He had said it- the things which had been chewing Ginny's conscience for at least a year- all put together, and shoved under her face. "I can't be… I mean, why would Malfoys kidnap a Weasley if they weren't going to kill it? My Mum was pregnant for nine months before I was born!"

"And I bet you had no idea that the birth of a baby was recorded and taken back and hidden a week before you were born? Its name was Irina. Don't you get it, Ginny? They stole you as a replacement or something- they wanted to do something horrible to the family they hated most…" Ginny shuddered, remembering that conversation. They had proceeded to inform her that if she didn't contact their family within two days of the end of term, the hair would be going straight to the magical DNA place. And if it proved positive to be a Weasley's… then she'd be brought in for questioning, her parents would be arrested… how horrible! No way- that couldn't happen, ever.

She was sitting in a compartment with Ceridwen, Trista, Maeryn, Michael Corner, and Zacharias Smith. Michael and Ginny had been going out since the Yule Ball that year. Draco had told Blaise to ask Ginny, because Ginny told her parents she wanted to go, and they, in turn, ordered Draco to make sure she went. But Blaise had run off with some older Slytherin and Ginny had sat around crossly until Michael ventured up to talk. They ended up with a lot in common, and had started going out soon after. Michael was very good-looking: tall and tan, with dark brown eyes and golden hair. Zacharias was not as handsome, and was rather annoying- how Michael put up with him was beyond Ginny.

Ginny hadn't told anybody about her suspicions except Michael and Ceridwen- the only people she truly trusted. Michael, she knew, wouldn't tell, but he didn't seem to care very much. He was much more interested in kissing than in his girlfriend's horrid suspicions. Ceridwen was more understanding. They would talk for hours on end towards the end of the year. Ceridwen thought she should go to Dumbledore- good idea, yes, but when all her life she'd grown up being told he was crazy? Maybe not such a good idea. Ginny couldn't face Harry or any of the Weasleys, either. She gave up on Harry at the Yule Ball, realizing that he would never look at her the way he looked at Cho. It was plain scary to look at Ron or Fred or George or even Percy- she didn't like how they looked so much like her. She wondered if there were any more of them. She had always heard that the Weasleys had more children than they could afford- what if there were twenty of them or something? What a nightmare! But if they had so many, why did they need all of them? Couldn't they spare just one? And another thing came to mind- she dug out her list and added it:

7. Why did the Sorting Hat call me a Weasley?

There. Ginny wondered how exactly she would tell her parents that they had kidnapped her.

"Earth to Ginny!" called Maeryn. Ginny grinned and her head popped up.

"Sorry!" she said brightly. Ceridwen giggled and Trista rolled her eyes. "What were you saying again?"

"We were talking about what Dumbledore said at the end of the year- do you think You-Know-Who is really back?" Ginny frowned. She hoped not. Please, no!

"Er… I'm not really sure, but I know for a fact my father will be one of the first to know. If you ask me, Potter's a bit off in the head and Dumbledore's senile…"

"How very kind of you," remarked Michael, laughing. "Only I wouldn't be so sure… everyone else in the Wizarding World believes Dumbledore, after all." He put his arm around Ginny, who smiled.

"My family doesn't," said Trista seriously.

"Nor does mine," added Maeryn.

Ceridwen shifted uncomfortably, long raven curls glinting in the sun. She had eyes like Ginny's- the blue pair, anyway. "My family's always believed Dumbledore," she said. "Why would Dumbledore lie about something like that?"

"Politics maybe?" suggested Zacharias. "He wants to run for office and destabilize Fudge, and to do that needs to instill fear in the Wizarding community."

"Yeah, right," snorted Maeryn. "Sadly enough, Dumbledore would win any election he would choose hands down, fear or no fear. And besides… what would your family know?" she asked Ceridwen snobbishly. "Aren't you just a half-blood?" Ceridwen, used to this from hanging out with Ginny's friends, rolled her eyes. Ginny had always felt bad about it, but she and Ceridwen couldn't let anyone know they were any more than acquaintances- luckily for Ginny, Ceridwen had been a friend of Michael's also.

"Listen, Maeryn. My grandmother was Muggle-born, which means that she was a Witch, and both my parents grew up in our world. I know just as much about it as you, only I'm not bigoted." Ginny felt awkward for a moment as Trista's and Maeryn's mouths dropped open. She knew she should say something. She was a Malfoy, and it was her job.

"We're not bigoted," she said, nose in the air, though her eyes told another story. "We know the right way of doing things. We follow the old traditions. Wizards and Witches are above Muggles, Ceridwen. That's just the way it is." Ceridwen looked angrily at Ginny, highly affronted.

"And I suppose you still believe that men are better than women? That they're stronger, faster, deserve to be treated better? Those are the old ways of thinking, Ginny." Ginny decided to let it go- they were almost at the station, and she didn't want to end the year on a bad foot with Ceridwen. After a few moments the subject had changed entirely.

Before Ginny knew it, the train had arrived at the station. She grabbed Meryl and headed out of the corridor, embracing Ceridwen before exiting the train. "Promise you'll write?" asked Ceridwen after they hugged.

"Promise," smiled Ginny. Ginny then bid farewell to several other Gryffindors and Slytherins before turning to Michael. They kissed for only a moment when Draco bustled down the corridor.

"Hey, Corner! Keep your hands off my sister!" he shouted protectively. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Oh, please, Draco, you know we're going out!" Draco left the train huffily, allowing Ginny to say her good-byes.

"I'll miss you, Michael! But I'm sure we'll see each other…"

"Of course. I love you, Gin."

"Love you."

"Good luck telling your parents… if you need me, Floo or owl, and I'll come right away."

"Thanks- Bye. I love you!" With that, Ginny and Michael separated, each going their separate ways. When Ginny got off the train her parents could be seen with Draco, waiting for her. She ran over.

"Hello, Mother. Hello, Father," she said solemnly, hugging each one.

"Hello, Ginny, dearest," said Lucius fondly. "Did you have a nice term?" Ginny lied.

"Yes- it was wonderful!" She gazed up at her parents, who weren't really her parents. Lucius looked the same as ever… platinum blonde hair held back and long, sinister black robes and a cane. Her mother looked older than she used to. She looked more worried- Ginny hoped nothing bad was happening with the Dark Lord.

They arrived home, and Ginny honestly did not have the courage to say anything about her suspicions. But the next day was her deadline. After she was dressed in a amethyst-colored robe and her hair was done (the blonde red again) she went down to breakfast. Her father was reading the paper, her mother was sipping tea, and Draco was rattling on about becoming friends with Viktor Krum over the year. Yeah, right, thought Ginny. She knew the truth- Viktor Krum wasn't friends with Draco- how could he be, when he'd been swooning over the Mudblood Hermione Granger all year?

"So, Ginevra, tell us about the Yule Ball. Did you enjoy the tournament this year?" Ginny smiled. She had been one of the only people at school to know ahead of time about the tournament, as it was classified information. But her father had told Draco and her a few weeks into the summer.

"Yes, Mother, it was so splendid! Blaise Zabini took me, but we didn't hit it off well. He danced with an older girl and I met Michael, you know, my boyfriend-"

"I don't like the bloke," said Draco immediately. "A bit questionable if you ask me."

"What's his last name again?" asked Lucius, eyebrows raised.

"Corner," answered Ginny. "Yes, he's a Pureblood, though I am not sure if his parents were followers of our Dark Lord…" Lucius nodded thoughtfully.

"Well at least Draco's there to look out for you." Ginny nodded. A few minutes of silence passed, and then Ginny's father stood to go to work. Oh no! This could be her last opportunity! She'd left the list upstairs, though. But she needed to say something, now.

"Wait!" Everyone turned to look at her curiously. "Mother? Father?"

"Yes, dear?" asked Narcissa.

"I- I have a few… questions to ask," she said nervously, rocking back and forth.

"Well hurry up, then. I have to go into work," snapped Lucius.

"W-why is my hair bright red, and why are my eyes brown? Why was I born the same day Ginevra Weasley was kidnapped? Why am I a-a Gryffindor? How come the W-Weasley twins cut off a piece of my hair and are-" She began sobbing hysterically. "Bringing it to get tested for the DNA? Why did you k-k-kidnap me?" The room was silent with the exceptions of Ginny's sobs.

"They what?" demanded Lucius. "Oh shit- evidence like that can't allow even a Malfoy to get out of the situation… Oh, God! And with Master coming back… I need to go have a talk with the Weasleys, now, if they really know… Damn them! I'll think of something… Narcissa, explain! Don't worry, Ginevra- Daddy is going to fix this." With that, Lucius Dispparated crudely. Ginny sank to the floor, sobbing her lungs out. It was true. She was kidnapped! Why on earth-? How?

"What the hell, Mother?" demanded Draco. "My sister is a Weasley? What? Why on earth did you kidnap someone?" Narcissa sighed, tears trickling down her face.

"I suppose I always knew this day would come. Listen- come, now, Ginny… it's not as bad as you think, both of you. Come into the Parlor and we'll talk about it." Ginny stood up shakily and followed her mother to the parlor, not daring to look at Draco. When they were all seated, Narcissa began to speak once more. "I'll start at the beginning… Ginny, the Dark Lord asked us to raise you. We never knew why- but byt the time of his demise, we loved you too much to give you up. And we gave you more than the Weasleys ever could- you'd probably have starved over there. Didn't you have a happy childhood, dear?" Ginny nodded slowly, though her world was crashing.

"I'm a- a Weasley? How did you take me?"

"I was never told. Someone just brought you to me. And yes- but it's how you were raised that's important- you're still a Pureblood, dear."

"So MY sister is now Weasel's sister?" asked Draco furiously.

"Nobody need ever know, right?" asked Ginny hopefully to her mother. "Daddy will fix it and I can stay here with the people I love?"

"Of course, darling. I'm so sorry we lied to you all these years, but it was the only way. I hope you'll understand one day." Ginny nodded with some understanding.

"I wonder if the Dark Lord had a reason?"

"Of course he did."

"My sister's a Weasel!" fathomed Draco. Ginny tried to smirk.

"At least I'm not a ferret…" Draco frowned, and Ginny, laughing, told her mother about the day Moody had transfigured Draco into a ferret. But at that moment her father Apparated into the Parlor, fuming.

"Bloody Weasleys!"

"What is it?" asked Narcissa fearfully.

Lucius softened. "Ginevra, dear… Sweetie. You know that we love you, right? And we never would want to lose you, right?"

"What is it?" asked Ginny, the color draining from her face.

"The- the Weasleys, dear. They have the strands of hair separated and hidden. They won't turn us in if we let you go live with them."

"How do you know?" asked Ginny, upset.

"We're passing it off as a mistake. I made Weasley sign the contract as I held his wife at wand point. I said if he didn't sign it, his family would be dead and I would be on the other side of the world with my family, including you, Ginny. He signed it- but he refused to unless you were to go live with them. If he or I break the contract, his entire family is dead… including you, dear… and I'll be turned in and undoubtedly sent to Azkaban. We're passing it off that the kidnapper stole our daughter and put you in her place, and we didn't know, and then killed the baby and was killed by Sirius Black a month later. We're saying the culprit is Peter Pettigrew."

"But it won't matter, since he's dead, right?"

"Right. And we're going to be the loving and gracious Malfoy family, sacrificing their daughter in order to do the right thing. People will love us." Ginny nodded slowly, tears streaming down her face.

"How long do I have before- I have to go?" she whispered.

"Tomorrow morning," said Lucius sadly.

"Tomorrow?" asked Ginny desperately. "I don't want to go live with them! They're the enemy! Daddy, please find a way to break the contract, please!"

"I'll have it broken soon, dear, and I'll come get you. We'll do anything- even kidnap you back, when we're able. We love you." And I'm needed by the Dark Lord, thought Ginny bitterly. She nodded sadly and then raced up the stairs to begin packing- she wanted to do it instead of her House Elf. She left her parents to talk with Draco, who seemed more upset than Ginny. After all, what Ginny had been crumbling under for over a year, Draco was being slapped with tonight.

She wished with all her might that this was a nightmare. But she knew it wasn't. Tomorrow she was moving in with the Weasleys. It was like Dumbledore adopting the Dark Lord- it just didn't happen. Malfoys were not Weasleys… Weasleys were not Malfoys, rather. Ginny sighed into her pillow as she collapsed onto her bed, not looking forward to the next morning.

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