Authors Note: Hello Sunshine's! Hmm, Charms has been on my back due to lack of reviews so I got off my lazy ass and updated. Sry its late 4 me, I just got carried away with my other story, tehe. Thnx as always Mishavay! Any hoo, on with Chappie 10...oh yea, double digits!

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The Hunt for Truth

Ginny stumbled through the trees and fell out into the main street of muggle London. She shivered at the harshness of the light and quickly placed a dimming spell on it. Pausing a moment by the street lamp to catch her breath, the teen struggled to contain her desire to keep running.

She was done in now. She used an unforgivable curse outside of the Dreamtrails...She would be sentenced to Azkaban for sure now. Draco had Truth at least, and he was free of his father.

That thought made her bite her lip hard enough to draw blood. What if he didn't want to be free of his father? It was a stupid selfish thing to do. If she had waited then the Auror's would have caught him and taken him to Azkaban. Her heartbeat settled a little and she took off running again. She would apparate as soon as she thought of somewhere to hide. Where could one hide from Auror's?

She bit down again and tasted blood. She was a fugitive now, on the run for casting unforgivable curses. Oh shit. She thought, remembering. Curses...

Shed used Crucio...Even if it was on Lucius, she'd actually tortured somebody before she killed them...She killed again too. She felt the same blood lust she'd felt after killing Tom Riddle. Oh where was the Ginny she'd always been? The Ginny who liked cats and mud cake and felt the need to smile at least once at every one she saw?

She sobbed quietly. The Chamber had changed her, and it had taken 5 years but it had still managed to destroy her innocents, much the same as Tom had on the cold stone floor the very same day.

Ginny shivered at the memory of that night...Mere hours before Harry Bloody Potter had charged in to save her life and she was dragged out of that self-built prison.

With a loud groan that was supposed to be silent the slim Gryffindor sped up, her feet slapping pavement as she forced all thought but that of her hunters from her mind. She was Ginny Weasley. She would not die as a runaway killer.

Draco groaned and let his head hit the back of his chair with a subtle thud. The Aurors had questioned him about 8 times now and all he wanted to do was go and find Ginny and tell her it'd be fine, that things like that happen in wars. The Aurors weren't going to lock her away, just make sure she was mentally sound. Though he had seen the look in her eye when she was staring at his father may have her locked away after all.

He groaned again. If he got to her before the Aurors did, he could figure out if she needed finding or a safe house. At the door to the little tent that the Aurors had left him in, he felt Truth pace restlessly. The dragons' movements were erratic and she limped slightly.

Dracos face contracted in a scowl. He could kill whoever hurt his Dragon. Then his thoughts hit home. His little Flame had to kill for herself though didn't she? He left Ginny to fight her own battles against Lucius and Tom Riddle. His hands clenched and he hissed, his eyes seething with regret.

It was entirely his fault. That was the thought that kept latching itself onto his mind. It was his fault Ginny had gotten that damn diary in the first place, even though he had not realised until now. His father had threatened him with the dark mark, to tell him everything he knew about Potter. He'd told him about Ron Weasley, the mudblood and Hagrid. He laughed, remembering the look of utter adoration in the Weasels sisters little eyes as she looked at the boy who lived.

Draco cursed loudly and let his rage move for him. He almost leapt out of his seat and flew through the door as if there was no one in the room with orders to stop him. He picked up the invisible Truth almost without thought and his eyes snapped out of there blood red colour as something in him accepted he was running away to find his Ginny Flame and rescue her from whatever other demons he had accidentally sent her way.

Truth made a peculiar noise in his arms, but she decided to keep the pace they were at. The telling off, for being so stupid, could wait for another time.

Instead, she narrowed the probe in her mind. I will find you Ma. She promised silently.

Draco ignored the niggling thought in the back of his mind as being one of the Aurors and didn't listen, they sped off through the night.

The darkness seemed all that much darker without Ginny near his side and worried again that their bonding together was unnatural. That the warped way Truth had drawn them together was somehow wrong. Ginny was a Weasley, Draco a Malfoy, it seemed so ill fated from the start. If all that had happened was this an omen?

As much as he loved Truth, she was a Dragon and he was not. Nether was Ginny. Truth had obviously changed them to be more like her parents, but they weren't her parents, they were human.

He let his feet control themselves and attempted speaking to the bundle in his arms. "Truth? Can you understand me?" He asked.

Truth sighed slightly and her left wingtip twitched in agitation. Yes. She thought.

Draco frowned, he could here something in the back of his mind but he couldn't understand it. "I can't understand you." He confessed.

Your not strong enough. Truth thought to him. Save Ma.

Something tugged in his heart as if he recognised a word shed used but his frown remained the same. "I'm going to find Ginny." He explained, he watched as Truth gave a brief nod. "Are you ok? Do you need healing?"

The dragon shook her head. All she needed was her Ma, and then things could go back to normal.

The wind was a quiet rustle along the tall grass. The sun danced across the horizon playfully as it rose and Ginevra managed to let out a moan of disenchantment before waking up under its harsh glares. She rubbed sleep from her eyes with a soft yawn. Where was she?

Images and memories then hit her. "Oh shit." She whispered. "I bloody fell asleep."

Exactly how she'd fallen asleep while running she couldn't think of but still she rose stiffly. Her body ached from the chase already and she bit back another groan. There were other things to worry about then a sore foot. She started off, walking away from the pile of crushed grass that had played as her bed the night before.

She brushed herself down and looked around frantically, trying to gauge where she was. It was France somewhere, if she remembered her last apparition right. The meadowy field around her was beautiful but she pushed the thought aside. Falling asleep hadn't helped her escape she was sure, the Aurors wouldn't be far behind her. They hadn't gained any time so far as she was able to tell before then but now they would have.

What shed done she would be punished for, she didn't doubt that. However, she seemed to have an animal fear inside her of being caged up and backed into a corner. She would run to her last step and then fight everything they put before her until she fell and couldn't fight anymore.

The images in her twisted heart, where her actions and bottled up feelings had hit home there was a tiny box, locked to everyone but Ginny, who had lost the key. That box was where Truth and Dracos faces hid and waited for Ginny to return to sanity where they will be there to remind her that life was worth living.

"I want her." The dry husky voice said calmly.

"H-Her, my Lord?" A snaky voice asked.

Voldermort turned his icy glare towards the Death Eater. "Yes." He hissed. "She controls tremendous power. A Dragon Bond I believe."

The Death Eater nodded, his head downcast. "Yes my Lord."

"I will use that power and that girl to draw Potter out. He has been locked inside that house of Thoughts. You swear he does not know what is in there?" He demanded of Snape.

The greasy haired Death Eater bowed his head in the affirmative. "Even if Dumbledore had thought to tell him the boy doesn't think beyond his nose. The only way he could think to use the House is as a Hold, much as he's doing now."

"You're certain of this? There can be no slip ups Snape."

"Yes my Lord, he is unknowing." Snape assured the dark wizard. "And you will have your Dragon Girl."

Voldermort nodded and looked out towards the House of thoughts and as usual, he resisted the urge to blow it all to hell.

A/N: Hmmm, yes. and it is on that note I bid you farewell!...until the next update that is "), lol. Gotta love me! Or no pdps. Nah:P