DustFactory
Ginny woke as Madame Pomfrey brought her a bowl of steaming porridge. Remembering how it tasted from her few forays to the hospital, she took it cautiously, and ate it even more cautiously. It tasted different than before, but it still tasted rather awful. She pulled a face, and glanced up at the healer.
"You eat all of that, Miss... Weasley, it's good for you." Ginny raised an eyebrow at the hesitation to use her last name, and then she remembered last night. She raised a shaking hand to touch her face, wondering if it had been a dream. Her hands discover the pointier features that had been there the night before.
"What's happened to me, Madame Pomfrey?" Even her voice sounded a little different. The witch's eyes softened, and she sat down on the side of the girl's bed.
"What's the last thing you remember, Ginny?" Ginny thought, and she could remember finishing her transfiguration homework, then she was getting ready to go down to dinner, and she had seen Ron and Hermione.
"I remember seeing Ron and Hermione arguing, and I heard my name, and I went to see what was going..." She trailed off.
"I've called your parents, Miss Weasley. They should be here by the time you finish up with that porridge. She looked meaningfully at the bowl of pasty goop. "Eat up, that will help you feel better." Ginny carefully took another bite, having to restrain herself from pinching her nose. Pomfrey nodded approvingly, and bustled off to do whatever she did. (who could tell?) Ginny was continuing to eat the muck that was supposed to be food, when she heard the angry shouts of overprotective parents outside.
"Where is my daughter! I want to see her, this instant!" Mrs. Weasley's tone could be heard echoing off the walls.
"Now calm down, Molly, she's just fine. I don't want you upsetting her." McGonagall's stern voice was muffled, but coming closer. The Matriarch of the Weasley clan could be heard huffing, but making an attempt to cool off. The doorknob turned and Ginny's parents along with the Headmistress came through the doorway. Molly rushed up and hugged her daughter, pulling back to look at her with startled eyes before hugging her more tightly. Arthur was a bit slower, but walked over and pulled up a chair next to the bed, sitting down carefully.
"Ginny, dear, are you all right?" Mr. Weasley asked. Ginny wondered how they even recognized her, and why they didn't look more shocked.
"I'm fine, Dad. Mum, could you please stop it? You're suffocating me." Mrs. Weasley pulled back again.
"Yes, sorry, dear. I suppose you'll be wanting an explanation for..." she motioned to Ginny's body and face, "all this?" Ginny nodded, now narrowing her eyes.
"Yes, Mother, I want to know, why the bloody hell I look like a goddamn Malfoy!" Molly and Arthur both cringed, looking guilty.
"It's time you told her, dear," Arthur turned to his wife, tiredly. "We should have told her a long time ago." Molly was looking rather worn, and looked like she might burst into tears. But she held herself strong for her daughter, yes her daughter, and started her tale.
"When I was younger, about seventeen years ago, I worked as a healer's aide at St. Mungo's, particularly in the nursery. I enjoyed my job immensely, and loved every single one of the infants that I took care of. Each one of those little bundles of joy. I loved seeing the new mothers and fathers come to see their children. The looks of joy and amazement..." She trailed off, eyes sparkling with the memory. "It always reminded me of how I felt whenever I looked at any of you. The most amazing feeling in the world.
"There was one day that two extremely small and precious babies came into my care. They needed special attention, as they were nearly a month premature. Both of them had shocks of white hair, and the largest silver eyes I had ever seen. They looked like little angels.
"The parents, however, were none other than Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy." Here her tone turned bitter and disgusted. "When they saw these two little children, Lucius immediately picked up the little boy, and held him up to the light. 'A little puny, but he will have to do.' He looked down at the little girl, and turned to his wife. 'The Malfoy line only needs one heir. Do with that one as you wish.' Narcissa, not wanting to displease her husband seemingly, turned to me. With that look that she caries to this day as though she has dung under her nose, she told me, 'Get rid of that one. I don't care what you do with it.'" Ginny's eyes were getting wider and wider as this account went on, slowly realizing what was being told to her.
"We had always wanted a little girl... And you were so perfect. I had the adoption spell illegally placed on you, and we took you home. We never wanted those filthy Malfoy scum to find you." Here Molly began to sob, wrapping Ginny tightly in her arms. "We love you no matter who you are or what you look like. You'll always be my little Ginny."
"I...I love you, too, Mum." Ginny was feeling rather emotional now herself, and hugged her mother close to her.
"Ginny, we'll not fault you for your blood. We'll always be there for you." Arthur leaned in and joined the hug, and for a few seconds, everything was okay. "You will always be our daughter, no matter what." Ginny grabbed on to the front of her father's robe and sobbed like a little child, getting boogers and snot all over the front of it.
Madam Pomfrey showed up, making extra noise on her way over so that the family had enough time to compose itself.
"Now," McGonagall made herself known for the first time. "As the spell was applied illegally, and we have no solid proof that Mrs. Malfoy gave her consent to Molly to 'do whatever she wanted' with Ginny," here she paused and turned an apologetic smile on Mrs. Weasley, "we must once again reapply the spells, for if the Malfoys find out that Ginny is in fact theirs, they could legally take Ginny from you. They could also charge you with kidnapping. As Miss Ginny here is Draco's twin, they could also charge you with contempt for the Malfoy line and kidnapping an heir which at one point in time, was punishable with the Dementor's Kiss. That punishment is used less often now, but it is still a possibility, especially with a family as powerful and old as the Malfoy line." Molly was white with fear. Her frizzy red hair was in disarray, and her eyes were red-rimmed. She looked quite a sight as she nodded quickly.
"Wait, if I'm Malfoy's twin, then why am I a grade below him?" Ginny asked.
"We changed your birthday dear, so that there wouldn't be any suspicion. Your real birthday is on June 5, 1980."
"So I'm really 17, not 16?" Mrs. Weasley nodded.
"I would keep that information to yourself, though, love. Can you reapply the spells then, Headmistress?"
"I can, it will only take a second. Here, look at me Ginny. Since you are of age, technically, you have to formally agree to the procedure." Ginny nodded. "Do you, Ginevra Eriu-"
"Weasley." Ginny said firmly.
McGonagall smiled warmly. "Do you Ginevra Eriu Weasley agree to be bonded as the daughter and descendent in appearance, blood, and spirit to Molly Anne Weasley and Arthur Billius Weasley, as is their wish and loving desire?"
"Yes."
"As witnessed, and confirmed, Ginevra Eriu Weasley Jeg binder Deg her, i blod, i kropp, og i ånd. Lar det være sann." McGonagall touched her wand to Ginny's temple, and then to her chest right above her heart. Ginny felt a warm rush of power, and could feel something bubble seemingly to the surface of her skin, and she was warm and happy, and her hair was red again... But then there was pain, excruciating, blinding pain. She didn't know what was happening, and there was shouting and crying, she felt coolness on her brow, and then someone was gathering her up, but she didn't want to be touched, and she really, really, really needed him, and why wasn't he there? And then it was dark and she was floating...