Disclaimer: Harry Potter not mine.
A/N: Lucius Malfoy is goin' down.
Ginny appeared right in the street of Godric's Hollow that she lived on, in front of the Potters' house. That showed how disoriented she was, as normally she would Apparate right into the bathroom that only she was allowed to use (her excuse was that Penelope never knocked and used her special shampoo) and thus secretly.
"Fuck," she said, and Disapparated again to the bathroom. Hopefully no one had seen her. But hell, with the way her life was going right now, someone probably had. The most to hope for was that they didn't recognize her.
"Mum?" Penelope called. "Mum, where are you?"
"I'm in my bathroom, Penny," Ginny called back. She slipped on some clothes, right over her suit, and looked in the mirror. The mask was off—she looked totally innocent—
"I've been calling you for the past, like, six hours!" Penelope yelled. She was right outside the door. "If you didn't put these stupid wards up, just so I couldn't steal your shampoo or makeup—"
"It's a legitimate concern!" Ginny exclaimed. Damn. Her voice cracked. She schooled her voice and face to be far steadier, and opened the door to Penelope.
"Finally," Penelope said. "There're a couple of cloaked guys waiting to see you. They seem to want to bring you to Professor Dumbledore. They also wanted to search the house—"
"What?" Ginny said. "Oh, well. Was everything in its rightful place? It would be a shame if it was messy around here." Penelope rolled her eyes at the use of the code, which meant 'was there anything incriminating around?'
"You know that we always neaten up, Mum," Penelope said (that meant, 'of course not'). "Come on. They're waiting in the living room." Ginny followed Penelope down the stairs.
"Here they are. They said that they're Hogwarts teachers. Will they be teaching me?"
"Hopefully," Ginny said. "But time will tell." (Meaning, 'possibly, but we might have to travel in time again.')
"Okay," Penelope replied cheerfully. She presented Ginny to the rest of the room. "Here's my mum."
All the people in there were ones Ginny recognized. Professor McGonagall was on the couch with one Professor Flitwick (who supposedly was a Dueling Master in his younger years), Mr. Weasley, and another person who Ginny had hoped never to see again.
Lucius Malfoy.
White-blond hair—fire—can't be put out—family burning—someone laughing—"Stupid muggle-lovers"—
The snippets of memory resolved themselves into one big picture; one of pain, and terror.
Lucius Malfoy stood in front of a burning house, one that was slightly lopsided.
"What—" Ginny screamed. She fell to her knees, as far as the shackles she was in would allow. "Mum—Dad—Ron—Hermione! No! They're burning—?"
"Yes, stupid muggle-lovers," Lucius Malfoy snarled. "Burning, and good riddance." He laughed at her pain, and at the screams that tore through the air from the Burrow. "And the fire can't be put out until it has consumed everything in one specific space. Your string of very disgusting words here relatives are gone. Oh, too bad—now they—"
That was the last straw for Ginny. She screamed in fury.
"Is little Weasel mad? Poor, poor baby—can't do anything to save them, can you—"
Ginny's hands were roped, certainly, but she still had access to certain things. Her hidden dagger, for example, always secreted in her clothes. She reached it and cut through the ties easily.
Now, all that was required was one simple move—one that Ginny had mastered already, despite not being fully trained.
She threw the tiny dagger at Malfoy, and it hit, a bullseye. His pupil. The blade dug into his brain and killed him, the poison on it taking care of the rest of his life. Ginny stood, and fetched the dagger. She cut the bonds on her feet and escaped. She would deal with grieving later—now was the time for survival.
"Mum!" Penelope said loudly, when Ginny had just gotten lost in the memory. "MUM! Snap out of it!"
"Why don't you just slap her?" Professor McGonagall asked, curious. "That usually takes them out of hysterics."
"Trust me," Penelope said. "You don't want to try it." She turned back to Ginny, who was yet again being flooded with the Memories, and not just the one about Malfoy burning the Burrow. There were plenty bad Memories with Lucius Malfoy playing a leading role. Oddly enough, tangible capital letters were often used in conversations due to the vast amount of Memories (always pronounced with a capital 'M') that Ginny was subject to.
"Why not?" Malfoy sneered. "Get more hysterical? And why is she curled up on the floor and whimpering anyway?"
But Penelope wasn't paying attention to him. She was holding Ginny's hand, and listening to the murmurs that escaped her. That way, it was possible for her to break Ginny out of it.
"Second time today," Penelope whispered. She laid a hand on Ginny's forehead. "Damn. That's bad…"
Ever alert, Professor McGonagall picked up on that whisper. "Second time today?" she asked sharply. Penelope glanced up.
"None of your business," Penelope said calmly, and turned her attention back to Ginny. "Could you please all exit the room? Mum prefers not to have spectators."
"What's the trouble?" Malfoy asked. He drew closer to Ginny and Penelope. "Besides, we're here to take her in."
"What? Why?" Penelope asked. She was very startled. Very, very, startled.
Unfortunately, this gave Malfoy the opportunity he needed.
"We'll tell you when she's up," Malfoy said, and slapped Ginny, hard, across the face to wake her up. Ginny's eyes flew open, she rolled to a crouch, and her hands flickered. In no time at all, a wire was around Malfoy's neck and tightening, while a knife was pointed at anyone else in the room who might think to resist. Penelope was certain that the knife was poisoned.
"Oh, Mum," she whispered. "What have you been doing? True assassination? Oh, Mum…"
"Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?" Ginny rasped. Her voice sounded like it had been wept dry. "Get out, now, you—" Her eyes suddenly focused and recognized the people in the room.
Disregarding the Hogwarts professors, Ginny snapped her attention to Malfoy.
"I told you that you didn't want to slap her," Penelope muttered. Malfoy's eyes were fear-filled as he glanced at her.
"Malfoy?" Ginny hissed. "Lucius Malfoy?"
"That would be me," Malfoy said, trying to pretend that he had not just wet his tailored slacks and robes in fear.
"How nice to see you."
"Er…"
"And how is dear, dear Narcissa?" Ginny knew the status of all her old enemies; what they'd been doing, their life stories, their positions in the Ministry—it was good to be prepared.
"Er…"
"Do you like the fact that many, many galleons have mysteriously made their way into your Gringotts vault?" Ginny asked. Her voice was colder than Antarctica, and Penelope could see that her unique battle-rage was on her. This battle rage was deadly, and luckily (in Penelope's mind) she had only seen it once before. "Do you enjoy making innocent people's lives miserable? Did you like it when you tortured that muggle-born girl?"
"I—"
"Oh, yes, no one was supposed to know that it was you. I see. Oh, my. How terrible."
"Um…"
"Listen, Malfoy," Ginny said. "And listen well." She grabbed his white-blond head. "I am giving you two choices—and this is far more than I normally give."
"Wh—wha—Malfoys don't bargain—"
"Oh, that's too bad," Ginny hissed. Her head tilted slightly to the side in an ultimately animalistic way, and the wire tightened a little. "Because your choices were these: either sign a contract that I write and get your dick cut off, or sign a contract that I write and die."
"Mum—" Penelope whispered, a futile thing.
"Sh, Penelope." Ginny's voice warmed up quite a bit. "I'm dealing with dangerous cat-sick, here."
"Oh," Penelope said. She smirked. "In that case—you might want to wear latex gloves—but be careful, some flies might buzz around. But time will tell, right?" Of course, that meant something as well. Penelope had really been reminding Ginny that people would inquire and provide a bit of a hassle, but they could still always time-travel again.
"Right," Ginny agreed, and her voice got deathly cold again. "Your choice, Malfoy."
"Er…the…first option…" Malfoy said immediately. His face was bright red and caught in a grimace of fear.
"Ah, better live than die? At least you have an heir?" Malfoy didn't answer. "Penelope?" Ginny's voice warmed again. "Could you get those others away? I will come to Hogwarts in…a half an hour, I think—no, make that an hour. I'll be right in Dumbledore's office, all right?"
"Okay, Mum," Penelope said. She turned to the other adults. "Okay! You heard my mum! Off, she'll be there—"
"But—Mr. Malfoy—" Professor McGonagall, ever the stickler for rules, gasped weakly. Obviously she didn't really want to save Malfoy, but…
"He'll be taken care of, ma'am, don't worry," Penelope said, purposely misunderstanding. "Mum's got him right in hand."
"Um…"
"Go," Ginny snarled. They went. "Now, Penny, could you fetch me the official parchment and paper? Top drawer in my desk—oh, and sealing wax, please."
"Yes, Mum," Penelope said and rushed off.
"Now, Malfoy. Sign this piece of paper." She held out a normal piece of parchment. "This is the signature that you agree with all of my requests. See, I'm taking this wire off your neck. And if you try to run, I'll kill you, no sweat to me. So, just in case."
Malfoy signed, even in his fear with sure strokes of the quill.
"Mum! I've got it!" Penelope yelled, bounding into the room.
"Good. Now I'll dictate to you. Your best, official handwriting, all right? And tell me if you see a loophole."
"Okay."
"I, Lucius Malfoy," Ginny began. "Hear the making of this document being sound of mind and sound of body. I hereby make Ginevra Molly Weasley the guardian in all but surname and blood of my son and current heir, Draco Adonis Malfoy. I will not communicate in any way to anything the circumstances in which this document was signed, to keep the privacy of Ginevra Molly Weasley and her daughter. I also swear to never try, directly or indirectly, to or have someone or something including myself try to harm in any way Ginevra Molly Weasley, Penelope Francis Weasley, or Draco Adonis Malfoy. I will stop all criminal activities I have been participating in and will never break the law again in my lifetime. Furthermore, if I do not keep to the spirit of this document rather than merely the letter, I will be taken to Azkaban or killed."
"That looks good, Mum," Penelope said. Malfoy hadn't moved. "He has to sign, right? And we need some more witnesses?"
"No, actually, we don't," Ginny said. "That's the problem with wizarding law. You can't lie on these documents, but that's easy to get around, and because of that spell, no witnesses are needed. Also, it doesn't matter if it's signed under duress. You there," she addressed Malfoy, "change that law. I'll contact you about how it will be changed. Now, sign."
Malfoy signed, and Ginny used her wand to check whether it was all good. It was not; Malfoy had signed with his left hand, although he was right-handed.
"Sign, properly," Ginny snarled. "Or not only will you lose your balls, but you'll also lose your money and your job."
"Y—yes—" Malfoy signed, and this time it was authentic.
"Wax, please," Ginny said, and Penelope passed her the small candle that was made of authentic, magical, sealing wax. The kind that Malfoy used. She dripped a glob of melted wax right beside Malfoy's signature and, realizing her intent and being helpful for once (though on pain of more humiliation than the prior promise), Malfoy pressed his ring-seal into it.
This time, Penelope waved her wand above it. "It's good, Mum," she said. Ginny waved her own wand over it, just to check, and agreed. "Soon I won't have to check, after you do this," she said. Then she took hold of Malfoy's hair.
"Can I watch, Mum? If he sent you off into a Memory like that one he can't be good."
"No, I'll show you when boys start getting interested in you, just in case," Ginny replied, and strode into the basement with Malfoy stumbling after her.
Let us not go into the details of the violence that followed. Let us merely say that Lucius Malfoy walked out of that basement in extreme pain and with a higher voice.
Penelope dumped him in the Potters' front garden, unconscious, with a note of apology that they left such filth on the lawn, and that they hoped that the grass would be all right. The note was unsigned.
Ginny, while Penelope was taking out the trash, paid a visit to the Ministry. She demanded that she get access to a higher-up who would take care of her right away, since she was the representative of Lucius Malfoy.
That got her in quickly.
She was there to get little Draco Malfoy away from his father, and by Merlin she would make him so that Lucius didn't recognize him!
A/N (#2!): evil laughter Bye. evil laughter
