Authors Note: Mmmm, are you angry my little doves? Charm made me end in a Cliffie... YOU WERN'T REVIEWING! I was so sad that I felt the need to prompt more from you. Did it work? Tehehe, pdp's for all that weren't involved in the attempt on my life, I still love you all! Well, the story must continue, and so it shall. UP AND ATOM! ATOM ANT! Lol, sry, a show I used to watch. ")

Disclaimer: Not mine, in fact not even remotely mine...except the plot, cause I'm evil...and Truth, cause I can...all in all, mostly J.K Rowling's. If I owned it or was getting money 4 it, I think Charms would be eating something more substantial them reviews aye.

House of Thoughts

Ginny stumbled through the darkness her tears of worry caused. She felt the breeze against her barely clad body. She discarded her tattered jumper and her thin grey tank top and brown cargo pants were in bad shape. Her thin ragged sandals were barley shoes to begin with and after hours of running there was nothing left.

Snow and old rain held her crimson hair flat against her skull and she was shivering painfully. Her mind screamed only Draco as the tug she hadn't felt until it was gone disappeared. There was only a few reasons she could think of that would do that and she wasn't going to wait around to find which one it was.

"Oh please let me find Draco and Truth." She whispered huskily. "What's the good being a dragon rider without a dragon to ride and find her loves with?

There was a sudden flurry of movement to Ginnys left and she flinched, caught completely off guard.

The strong smell of fire and Dragon blood filled her nostrils and she paled. A Dragon? What the hell was a Dragon doing here.

It called out a loud and eerie call that somewhere in Ginnys battered soul recognition flared. The girl froze and slowly turned to the reptilian beast. She bowed low.

The dragon seemed to smile as it returned the bow. A distinct smell of rose was emitted and Ginny felt hope flair.

"A ride?" She questioned. "I need to find my whelp and love."

The dragon bowed his mighty head until it rested in line with Ginnys, his chin scraping over snow.

"Thank you." Dragon Rider whispered. She took hold of a horn on the underside of a sleek scaled ear and vaulted up to rest beside his wings.

She felt muscles move beneath her as the beast shifted and charged.

Her breath caught as it took off, ascending into the sky with the beat of powerful wings. She gripped onto the dragon's scales desperately, though not fearfully. This was what she was born to do. If ever she doubted what the Dragon Riders told her, it wasn't now.

She felt muscles twist beneath her and the air change as the air dragon turned.

"Please be okay." She begged the stars silently. "Don't let him die because of me." She pleaded.

The dragon sighed beneath her and Ginny felt his sympathy. He grumbled deep in the back of his throat about a lost loved one, a sister and her whelps.

Ginny rubbed the beast back, showing she understood. "Do you know of the House of thoughts?" She asked after a moment. Underneath her suddenly went tense. "Can I get there?" She asked.

The Dragon gave a slight nod. That was a relief; so long as she found Draco all right shed find the strength to go on to the House of Thoughts. She knew it had some thing to do with her now, but the loss of the link with Draco in her heart had frightened her too much for her to comprehend doing anything before finding him.

The dragon suddenly pulled up and, hearing a question in his growlish mutter, she looked down. With a cry of worry, Ginny forgot all she knew of gravity and leapt from the Dragons back. The air seemed to slow her decent thankfully as the ground came rushing up to meet her. She landed with a loud crunch of snow and the dragon landed behind her in the same white snow.

Ginny fell as she stood on a broken ankle and crawled the rest of the way to the half hidden form of her dear Draco. "Draco." She whispered, pulling the man from the snow she felt the tug resurface as a trembling Truth pushed her way out of the blinding cold snow. "Truth..."

Truth called out a loud trilling song of greeting and rubbed the small space between her 'mother' and 'father'. Ginny hugged the unmoving man to her chest and was startled through her tears by a faint stirring. A heart still pounded beneath his ice body. With a startled gasp, Ginny pulled the blonde out further from his prison of snow.

"Draco, can you hear me Draco?" She whispered, fearing she was too late, that he was beyond rescue now. "Draco please, don't leave me. I can't live without you, please Draco." She begged, clutching him to her and sobbing into his shirt.

"Hey, Ginny." A quiet voice wheezed. "You're crying all over me."

"Draco!" Ginny squealed in delight, hugging the boy closer to her chest in relief. Draco coughed heavily sounding wearier and cold then anyone she'd ever heard. "We need to warm you up." She looked around and used Dracos wand to cast a warming spell over them both.

Truth trilled happily at her parents who seemed to be ok. The dragon who had given Ginny a ride was turning to leave until it heard the noise and froze.

/ this bit is only understood by Truth and the big Air Dragon who helped Ginny. kk sweets? \\

/I know that voice.\\ Samane mumbled, turning back to look at the strange witch and company. The small Dragon was trilling its emotions again and making Ginny laugh. /You, daughter of the great Rafadine!\\ He called.

Truth froze and a shiver overcame her small body, as she understood the words of such an elder dragon. She looked at Samane sheepishly. /Rafadine was the first of my mothers.\\ she confessed. She glanced back at Ginny who was watching her, still embraced within Draco's arms. /Flame was the second.\\

/You have a Dragon Rider?\\ He demanded. /You are a whelp, a few days hatched.\\ He accused.

The tiny (in comparison) Dragon stood proudly. /She is my mother. I love her with all my heart. I know your voice too, from before my hatching. You are son of Tallifoot and brother to Rafadine, yet you seek to harm me with your words.\\

Samane scowled. /You act far too tame little Truth.\\ He spat her name like a disease. /You have been tainted by these humans.\\

/If it is tainted to find a love so pure than I welcome it.\\ Truth hissed.

Ginny inhaled and caught smell of the angry emotions being produced by this argument. /Truth? Are you ok?\\ She whispered.

Truth turned her back on Samane. /This is my mother now Wild Dragon. I love her with all the scales on my back and the bones in my body. She is a part of me now. I don't expect you to understand, but she would die for me. So would my father. I would die for them.\\

Samane snarled and smelt flames on the tip of his tongue. He hastily swallowed them and drew his wings back. /Are you sure of that whelp? Or is that your hope talking for you?\\ He asked and shifted into a threatening gesture.

Immediately Ginny lunged between them, screaming in pain from her broken foot as it twisted even further and white bone threatened to poke through skin. "Don't you dare touch her!" Ginny warned, though she was bale and trembling with pain. "I will peel the scales from your hide if you even think it." She growled, tears in her words and her eyes.

Truth yelped. /Don't my Flame! Your to hurt to fight!\\

"Ginny." Draco murmured, struggling to his own feet. "Wait I'll help.

Samane looked the puny humans over. Were they really doing this? Could they honestly be wiling to die for the whelp? He looked between them and Truth. Then with the beat of powerful muscles, he took off into the air.

When he was completely out of sight, Ginny visibly relaxed. This was a very bad idea. Pain shot through her as the bone shot through her skin. She screamed again and fell sideways, blood staining the snow around her like a demonic halo.

"Ginny!" Draco screamed, his voice husky.

"It's alright." She panted. "I'm ok, it's just a broken ankle."

Truth used her nose to flick snow on the wound to numb it.

"We need to go to the House of Thoughts. Do you know where that is?" Ginny asked, though the pain was far from gone.

Truth shook her head but Draco said. "Yes. The Dark Lord mentioned it to my father once. He beat me to release the tension."

Ginny sent him a look of sympathy. "Oh Draco. It must have been terrible, living with him."

He shrugged. "Maybe. I don't remember as much, when I'm with you."

She smiled up at him as he smiled down and she dared to say those little words that she was so frightened to say. "I love you Draco. Don't respond yet, just know that's how I feel."

The man looked shocked, though he didn't frown or run away. "Gin, I-"

"Don't respond. Please? I don't think I can handle it just yet."

He nodded his head slowly and obliged, though his mind still worked tirelessly at her words. "Let's fix you foot then, and go to the House of Thoughts? I think I can find the way."

She nodded gratefully and embraced both dragon and slytherin tightly. "Thank you both so much for staying alive."

"Barely." Draco whispered.

/Just for you.\\ Truth added in a purr.