Friends Close, Enemies Closer
.:Angelgrl185:.
((I do not own the Harry Potter Series or any of its components))
zenni: Haha, yeah I love their little chats and the quips, thanks for the review!
BlindedOne: This is definitely a Ginny/Draco fic. I like my chapters to be at least four thousand words. Thanks for catching the mistake; I knew I'd mess up with that sometime. Blaise is a guy in the actually Harry Potter books I believe, but I think at one point people weren't sure of Blaise's actually sex so different stories have it different ways. I personally like the portrayal of Blaise as a girl then a boy before I knew that Blaise was actually a boy. That's why he is a girl in my fic. Confusing, I know, but thanks for the review!
Lia3: I know a lot of people do the whole Ginny gets a makeover or becomes a bad girl thing, but I honestly don't believe it will fit that well in this. Ginny has already become a little more bold and aggressive in her actions, but you can't expect her to make such drastic changes in a couple of weeks, even if it is Slytherin influence. About the makeover thing, Angelina needs to not be attractive. I want Draco to fall for Angelina's personality not looks, that way, when he finds out it really is the beautiful Ginny Weasely, it makes all the better. If Angelina was pretty, then maybe Draco would prefer Angelina's looks to Ginny's. I know its my story and I can do whatever I want and make Draco like Ginny's prettiness better than Angelina's, but I really want Draco to fall in love with Ginny's personality without realizing it's Ginny. That's the only way I feel Draco could ever fall in love with Ginny because in actuality, they hate each other. Ok, that was a long explanation, hope it wasn't too confusing!
Grneydbandit: its hard that they don't know who she is, but you are right, but it will soon be revealed so you don't have to agonize much longer! Thanks for the review!
Lilith Riddle: Thanks for the review and you English is really good and its my only language! (Well I speak a bare minimum of French)
darkangel: hahaha, I like Harry, but in this story he definitely had that coming. I was considering having Harry actually get injured, but then I knew it would ruin the whole brother/sister protecting relationship when it is revealed that it was actually Ginny who did that and I need that for the end. Maybe next time!
TropicalTreat101: Ok, look at Lia3's answer to get the whole Ginny makeover explanation, but one will happen, just not as Angelina. Hmmm, Blaise is slowly solving the puzzle even as we speak, more so in this chapter. The quidditch recognition thing probably not cause it's such a minor notation and no one is really looking for that, specially not Ron when he "knows" she is in a wizard protection program at the ministry. Thanks for catching the Gryffindor thing for me, I also think I was spelling Weasley wrong, I believe I was doing Weasely. Thanks for the review!
TrippyGirl20051: Thanks! I hate it when people portray the characters wrong too! Especially when it comes to Draco cause he has such an amazing personality! I know mine isn't up to JK's standards, but I'm trying. Thanks for the review!
Chapter Seven: Putting Together the Pieces
Ginny Weasley couldn't keep the smile off her face and although it was nice feeling so wonderful, her face was beginning to hurt. Deciding a nice hot shower would relax the muscles on her face and also clean off the cooled sweat, Ginny headed from the locker room back towards the Slytherin house. If felt amazing, beating Gryffindor and the famed seeker Harry Potter. It made Ginny feel even better to know that she had a hand in it. It was kind of a thrill knocking the bludger into Harry's broom, making him tailspin. Maybe next time she'll knock him clean off. Ginny pondered the thought, in her mind watching herself send a bludger expertly towards Harry, cuffing him in the shoulder causing him to lose his balance and fall. Ginny involuntarily shuddered. She may be in Slytherin now, but intentionally hurting someone was a little much, even if that someone said she was ugly and shapeless, basically insulting her entire being. No, Harry got what he deserved, losing the snitch to Malfoy is something the Slytherins will never let him live down, something he will never be able to forget. For Harry Potter, to be in second place to Draco Malfoy is one of the harshest things that could ever of happened to the Gryffandor seeker.
Ginny walked into her room and laid her Firebolt on her bed as she quickly stripped off her quidditch robes and put on a bathrobe. Gathering her bathing items, Ginny walked downstairs to the girl's bathroom place not so strategically next to the boy's bathroom. Unfortunately, it was just her luck when Malfoy came down the stairs whistling cheerfully and donned only in a deep green Slytherin towel. Ginny froze in her spot when she saw Malfoy praying that he wouldn't notice her. Suddenly she was feeling very self-conscious only being clothed in a light robe and she felt strangely naked although Draco was the one who was half naked. Before Ginny could catch herself, she was drinking in the sight of Draco's firm and trimmed body. Draco turned his head and caught sight of Ginny staring at him.
"Like what you see, Angelina?" he asked teasingly causing Ginny to snap out of her trance and pull her eyes from his chest to his smirking face. Ginny felt her cheeks grow heated as a blush painted her cheeks. Draco just smirked with a knowing look before giving Ginny a wink and disappearing into the boy's bathroom.
"Ugh!" Ginny moaned burying her face in her hand. "I can't believe I was just caught by Malfoy checking him out. I can't believe I was checking him out!" Ginny said exasperated.
'That's because he's hot and has a very tasty body.' Her mind said.
"Oh my gosh, I did not just think that." Ginny groaned.
'Oh but you did.' Her mind smirked taunting her with images of Draco's finely chiseled torso.
"Stop it you traitor, you're supposed to be on my side!" Ginny hissed.
'I am on your side, how can I not be? I am you. Therefore, what I think is what you think and if I think Draco Malfoy is a nice piece of meat, then so do you. Stop denying it and accept the attraction, it is only natural.' Her mind countered to its own glee and Ginny's annoyance.
Ginny just scowled, refusing to debate anymore and jumped into the shower. Her mind however was relentless and wouldn't stop flooding Ginny's mind with the image of Draco, playing it over and over until she finally relented and agreed that she possibly thought Draco was slightly attractive, but only the teeniest bit.
When she finished her shower, Ginny turned off the water and toweled herself off before putting back on her robe and heading back towards the upstairs. With each step she took, however, she seemed to grow more and more lightheaded as a harsh pounding erupted in her head making her grow weak with pain. Ginny screamed as vibrant images exploded in her mind causing extreme pain. Vaguely in the background, she heard someone calling her name, asking if she was all right. The voice filled with concern began to fade as a hand grasped Ginny's arm and Ginny succumbed to the memory.
It was an enchanted place, that's for sure. Ginny looked around in awe at the cavern she was in. Divided into two halves surrounding a small circle, scalding hot lava boiled in one half while clear, cold water lay still in the other half. The perfect circle in the center was three feet deep, one third of it filled with pure white sand. This place was unnatural, the water should have evaporated from the heat of the lava, but it hadn't. The sand should have melted and crystallized because of the heat from the lava, but it hadn't.
'What is this place?' Ginny wondered to herself. 'Why am I here?'
As if to answer her unspoken question, an object suspended in the air, hovering above the pit, caught her attention. It was the most magnificent sword Ginny had ever seen. The length was at least six feet long, the hilt black with small diamond studs designed into the handle. The light from the cavern's lava glinted and reflected in the sleek silver blade, the edges appeared to be razor sharp. Completely breathtaking, it called to her. Ginny could feel the immense power radiating from the blade and her fingers itched to touch it.
'What is it?' Ginny asked, but received no answer as the image faded and she found herself watching the familiar circle of death eaters.
"My Lord, what a magnificent vision, but how is this possible? I thought it was only a legend." One death eater rasped softly.
"No, it is very much real and that Masamune will be mine, once I have it, nothing can stop me." The dark lord's eyes gleamed as he laughed, an eerie, horrid sound that continued to ring in Ginny's ears even as she woke up.
Ginny woke up and found herself cradled in strong arms as a soft hand gently ran its fingers through her straight brown hair. Ginny opened her brown eyes and sat up, pushing away the body and placing her hands on the side of her head. She couldn't believe what she had just seen; she needed to tell Dumbledore quickly. Ginny massaged her temples slowly, feeling disoriented, almost drunk.
"Angelina, are you alright?" a soft voice asked, concerned etched in it. Ginny turned to look at Blaise, the worry on her face mirroring her own.
"I saw it, I finally saw it." Ginny choked out, her eyes wide and scared.
"Saw what Angelina? What are you talking about?" Blaise asked obviously confused.
"The memories, the forgotten memories." Ginny continued to blab.
"Angelina, what memories, what did you see?" Blaise tried again, trying to understand her unsettled friend.
"The Chamber memories, the Chamber, he's going to come back, he's found a way!" Ginny yelled.
"The Chamber?" Blaise repeated questioningly as she thought about it, tilting her head. Her eyes grew wide and she stared at Ginny. "Are you talking about the Chamber of Secrets? Angelina, you weren't here for that, how could you possibly know…" Blaise began, her voice trailing off as she became lost in thought.
"Dumbledore, I need to see Dumbledore." Ginny said with urgency, grabbing onto the front of Blaise's robes. Blaise didn't ask anymore questions, but just nodded, helping Ginny stand up and pulled her upstairs so she could change before letting her leave to get Dumbledore.
As Ginny walked, she calmed down more and more, her breathing finally settling and the laughter ceasing to ring in her head. She reached the door of Dumbledore's office, unsure of how to get in. She'd never actually been to his office. While she was standing there pondering, the door slowly opened on its own, letting Ginny enter the room. Professor Dumbledore was sitting in a chair, his hands folded on the top of his knee, staring expectantly at her.
"I've been waiting for you to come to me Miss Ginny Weasley." He said his blue eyes twinkling merrily.
"How are you getting along? The potion is working fine I see. Congratulations on the win today, excellent game, excellent. Are the Slytherins treating you nicely? They may be a ragged bunch, but very loyal to their own they are." Dumbledore talked all the while watching Ginny fidgeting nervously before him.
"I see however, that you are not here to engage in talk. Well then Miss. Weasley, why have you come to me?" Dumbledore asked letting Ginny finally speak.
"I've gotten the memory back." Ginny blurted out, not really knowing how to relay the information. As soon as the words fell from her lips Dumbledore immediately grew serious, motioning for her to sit down.
"All of it?" he asked.
"I believe so." Ginny replied.
"Tell me." Ginny took a deep breath and retold the memory. Dumbledore sat back in his chair when Ginny finished relaying the memory to him, his countenance hard and unreadable.
"Sir, what is the Masamune?" Ginny asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. Dumbledore looked at her warily before answering.
"It is a dangerous weapon Miss. Weasley, one only known as a legend." He answered.
"A legend? If it is only a legend, then how will Voldemort be able to obtain it?" Ginny said puzzled.
"Apparently it really isn't a legend, let me tell you the story, maybe you will understand a little bit more." Dumbledore said before explaining.
"A long time ago, in the legends of the gods, there were four gods who were considered the most powerful of them all. They were, Jupiter, god of lightning, Neptune, god of water, Mars, god of flame and Uranus, god of earth. These four gods knew that they were powerful and knew that they could one day be corrupted by their greed for power. Together, they made a weapon, forged from the combination of each of their elements that could ultimately defeat them all if the time so arises. They may have been gods, but they did care for the world that had been created and created the Masamune as a way to protect it from themselves." Dumbledore finished, but Ginny looked at him expectantly.
"Is that it? What is the point of Voldemort getting his hands on the Masamune if he can only kill some legendary gods?" Ginny asked pointedly.
"The Masamune is said to give the holder the power of life and death. The Masamune can kill anything; there is nothing that its sharp blade cannot pierce. It is supposedly the largest sword ever created, but bewitched to be light and easy to wield. The bearer also becomes immortal and the only way to be killed is by the Masamune itself." Dumbledore added.
"Then how does one become immortal? Do they only have to touch the blade and then they are given immortality? How can the Masamune be destroyed?" Ginny asked firing questions at Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry to say I do not know the answers to those questions." Dumbledore admitted.
"What are we going to do?" Ginny asked.
"It seems that we are going to have to find the sword before he does, granted Voldemort has not found it already. If that blade falls into his hands, the world will surely pay for it." Dumbledore said gravely.
"There is one more thing." Ginny said softly.
"Yes Miss Weasley?" Professor Dumbledore said.
"I think, no wait, I know, I am a Legilimens." Ginny confessed looking down at her hands.
"Is this so? I had my suspicions, but it was up to you to find out for yourself. I guess there is a congratulations in order, the gift of Legilimency is a very rare and special thing. It can also be very dangerous. I'm am going to have Dr. Philips train you in the art of Legilimency as well as Occlumency, you need to be prepared for anything, especially with what we are dealing with now. Voldemort is a skilled Legilimens and we do not need him exerting his power on an untrained mind." Dumbledore decided.
"Ginny I will inform Professor Philips of the matter and you will start your training immediately. Is there anything else you wish to tell me?" he asked studying her.
"No Professor, thanks for everything though." Ginny said before waving and exiting his room. Ginny walked back towards the dormitory, her mind buzzing with all the information she had just obtained.
A week later from the fight found Draco Malfoy sulking in Professor McGonagall's room next to stinking Harry Potter. He growled angrily as he scrubbed the top of a desk. Who did they think they were, reducing him to the level of a house elf? Making him clean that stupid classroom just because he gave Potter what he deserved. They should be thanking him instead, not making him clean filth. Who did he think he is? Picking on someone like he's better than everyone else?
'That's exactly how you act.' His mind reminded him.
'That's because I am better than everyone.' Draco sneered to himself, 'There is a difference here.' Malfoy felt a gaze heating his back and turned to find boy wonder staring at him.
"What are you looking at Potter?" Draco said vehemently.
"Not much." Harry replied with a smirk. Draco glared back at him, not even bothering to respond before turning back to his work, muttering under his breath. Draco continued working in silence, imaging each desk he scrubbed roughly with his bristled brush was Harry Potter's face.
"You like her don't you." Harry's voice broke through the silence boldly. Draco whipped his head around and glared at Harry again.
"Where the hell do you get off talking to me?" Draco demanded making his voice sound superior.
"That's why you did it, that's why you defended her." Harry persisted. Draco threw him an annoyed look before answering.
"I protect all my Slytherins from idiots like you." Draco said casually, dipping his brush forcefully into the bucket, causing soapy water to spill out over the edges.
"Yeah, but usually you are all talk, this time you acted, this time you actually hit someone." Harry dared to point out, no longer working on a desk but now staring blatantly at Draco. Draco turned his gaze from the floor and met Harry's eyes, steel for steel.
"I'd advise you to not talk about things you have no idea about." Draco said unspoken threats laced in his words. Harry just shrugged and went back to his work.
"You're right, it is none of my business." Harry admitted.
"You're sure as hell it's not." Draco agreed.
"It's just interesting to know that the Slytherin King is going soft." Harry said with a sly grin enjoying being on top for once, enjoying having the power to goad Malfoy, to really get to him. Draco hissed his aggravation in response, his cool gray eyes flashing dangerously at Harry.
"If you don't shut up Potter, you are going to wish you never opened your mouth." Draco warned menacingly pulling his wand out from his robe and pointing it at Harry. Harry, reading the look in his eyes and knowing Draco meant it, promptly shut his mouth and didn't talk. He didn't feel like being hexed or having any more detentions. Now really annoyed, Draco scrubbed even harder as if to try and erase the thoughts that were now flitting around in his head thanks to good for nothing scar-face.
'I don't like her.' He told himself.
'Sure you don't.' his mind sarcastically agreed.
'Potter's right, she's not even pretty, no body or anything to work with.' Draco argued.
'Does that really matter?' his mind asked.
'Yes.' Draco automatically replied. 'As nice at it is to say that appearances don't matter, no one can like someone they aren't physically attracted too. It isn't a complete deal, only half a like.' He said smugly knowing he was right. His mind remained silent for a moment, as if plotting against him.
'So you admit to liking half of her then?' his mind countered gleefully.
'What? Where did you get that from?' Draco asked wanting to throttle his own mind.
'You said you weren't attracted to her physically, you never denied being attracted to her personality and stuff.' His mind pointed out. Draco mentally groaned, but was unable to disprove his mind's bantering, after all it was his mind and knew him all too well.
'She's got everything you need. She is a Slytherin which also means she is purebred, she's awesome at quidditch, funny, not scared of you nor afraid to dish back your attitude. She's basically your counterpart.' His mind concluded.
'My ugly counterpart.' Draco mused.
'We can get past that.' His mind reasoned.
'Stop it! I'm not attracted to her physically and there is no way in hell I ever will be!' Draco yelled.
'Maybe Blaise can fix that?' his mind suggested.
'I don't think so, she'd need a whole new physical appearance in order for that to happen.' Draco appraised. He could feel his mind literally shake its head at him before it relented and left him alone about the subject of Angelina. Draco gritted his teeth and returned to his cleaning intent on washing away all fragments of Angelina still gracing his mind.
Ginny walked into the great hall, her stomach rumbling with hunger. She eagerly took her seat next to Blaise at the Slytherin table and noted that Draco was sitting an unusual number of seats away from her. Shrugging, she waited impatiently for the food to appear on the trays in front of them and immediately dug into the macaroni that happened to appear directly in front of her to her delight.
"Hey Angelina, how have you been doing this week?" Blaise asked nonchalantly. Ginny turned her head and looked at her friend.
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Oh no reason, just seeing how you are holding up after your freak out a couple of days ago." Blaise shrugged and continued to eat her salad.
"Oh that, yeah, I'm fine. It wasn't a big deal." Ginny lied burying her face in her macaroni.
"Really? Well there was something that kept picking at me." Blaise spoke again.
"Yeah? What's that?" Ginny asked chomping on the cheesiness.
"You mentioned the Chamber of Secrets." Blaise leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Now how did you know about that? You weren't here and the information was highly contained, leaking spells were placed on all of us about it." Blaise added staring hard at Ginny. Ginny froze mid chew before swallowing nervously.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Ginny lied again.
"Oh I think you do, Angelina." Blaise said the Slytherin edge coming into her voice. "And I think I deserve to know what is going on, after all I'm your best friend and helped you through a lot."
"I'm sorry Blaise, I just can't tell you." Ginny said truthfully. Blaise read it in her eyes and left the matter alone, for now. To Ginny's relief, the tone changed when owls swooped into the great hall to deliver the mail. She noticed a rather large and beautiful owl heading towards Draco and dropped a fancy looking scroll in his hands. Draco opened the scroll and read the message, a frown instantly marring his beautiful face.
'Wait a minute, did I just think beautiful?' Ginny screeched to herself.
'That you did dear, that you did.' Her mind affirmed a little too smugly for Ginny's taste. Ginny turned her attention back to Draco who had finished reading the letter and was clenching it in his fist as he scowled. Pushing back his plate, he abruptly got up from the table and walked out of the great hall. Ginny fought the urge to go after him, reminding herself that it was none of her business and that she didn't care two cents about Draco Malfoy. She had to remind herself really hard about the latter part.
Draco lounged on the green couch in front of the fireplace, the heated embers echoing his mood at the moment. His head was resting comfortably against one of the feather down pillows; one arm casually lying across his chest, the other drooped off the side of the couch still clutching the letter. The letter, that stupid letter. Draco resisted the urge to toss it in the fire in hopes that it would just burn away his problems along with it. Choices, gods he hated the choices he was faced with right now. Everyone wanted him to make stupid choices, his father for one, even Dumbledore. There was one choice he knew he definitely wasn't going to go along with, the other, not so sure. Draco continued to muse in front of the fire when the portrait to the house swung open, alerting his attention to the fact that someone was entering the common room. He ignored the figure even as she plopped down next to him on the couch and heaved a great sigh, her eyes narrowed with fatigue. No longer able to resist, he looked over at her, she was staring absentmindedly into the fire, her fingers playing with the tips of her hair.
"Did you want something Gracin?" he finally asked, his voice sharper then he meant it to be. She looked up at him, bewildered before answering.
"No." Ginny replied softly, but didn't turn her gaze back to the fire. Instead she stared into Draco's silvery eyes. Draco tried to look away, but for some reason he couldn't. He felt as if Angelina was reading his soul and it disturbed him greatly. That's when he realized it, recognized it more so. The glassy look, the compelling stare, well he wouldn't tolerate it.
"What do you think you are doing?" he said, breaking through the barrier and glaring at her. Ginny looked unfocused for a minute before ducking her head in shame...
Ginny stumbled into the common room, her mind ached and she was exhausted. She had just come back from her last Legilimency and Occlumency training and it was the hardest one yet. She had never felt so drained in her entire life. Without even realizing her motions, she journeyed across the room and collapsed non-to gracefully onto the couch in front of the fire, not even noticing that it was already occupied. She barely missed sitting on his feet when she landed against the plush couch. Staring into the fire, she pondered her newfound ability. Dr. Philips had drilled her over and over. She now knew how to control her thoughts, knew how to lock them away while probing someone else's, knew how to safeguard them against an intruder, knew how to efficiently delve into someone else's mind and so forth. She felt quite proud of her advancement and capabilities and although she was tired, she really wanted to test them out on someone who wasn't a Legilimens like Dr. Philips.
"Did you want something Gracin?" Draco drawled lazily catching her attention. Startled, she finally looked away from the fire towards Draco just realizing his presence.
"No." she answered while she studied him. Draco was as mysterious as they come, he would be a perfect subject to test her abilities on, besides, maybe she could find out if he…
'Stop it, don't even finish that train of thought.' Ginny scolded herself turning her gaze until it was completely focused on Draco's cool gray eyes. She noticed then that he had long black eyelashes that seemed to bring out the silvery glint in his eyes even more. Mentally glaring at herself, Ginny next cleared her mind, keeping her focus on Draco's eyes. She reached out then, projecting herself into his mind and was suddenly in the familiar memory room. The orbs in Draco's mind were fluid silver, thousands of orbs hovering in the room. Professor Philips had taught her that the orbs closest to the bottom, or to her, where the memories and thoughts that the person was thinking about the most, or were the most recent ones. Memories and thoughts from years past were further up in the room. A silvery orb floated by her and she immediately reached out and grabbed it, thrusting herself in the memory.
The manor was cold and lifeless, lit by dim lights and flooded with silence. Draco walked softly along the corridor, his shadow reflecting his mood on the walls where it appeared, dark. There was a light lit at the end of the hallway, his father's study was open and the lamp's light was seeping out into the hallway, beckoning him and although there were many places he'd rather be, Draco was bound to go. He walked along, pride holding his platinum head high, his silver eyes glinting in the faded light, his lips rigid and his face a calm mask as he entered the room. Lucius Malfoy didn't even grace his only son with an acknowledgement, just waved him over to the seat in front of his desk. Draco, following his father's silent order, settled himself on the edge of the black leather seat, just as he himself was on edge.
"You know why I have summoned you here?" his father's voice was silky and flowed easily from thin, bloodless lips.
"Yes Sir." Draco answered evenly, holding his head high, his gaze penetrating his father's bowed head.
"Good, then I don't have to waste my precious time, or our Lord's with mindless talk. You have a choice presented before you and until the dawn of the Lord's rise to make it." Lucius deemed with a curt voice still not looking up to address his heir.
"Yes Sir." Draco replied in the same monotone, no indication of his feelings present.
"You do know it would make me proud to have my only son standing beside me when our Lord rises to ultimate power. I hope you make the right choice Draco, your life depends on it." His father said, a hint of threat laced in the smooth, praising words.
"Yes Sir." Draco repeated his gaze never leaving the top of his father's faded blond head.
"That is all, you will receive a letter when the time has drawn neigh for your decision, you are dismissed." Lucius concluded waving Draco off with a hand. Draco rose silently from the edge of his seat and walked stiffly out of the room.
"What do you think you are doing?" a steely voice broke through her mind and she felt her hold on the memory weaken, the image of Draco walking out of the room fading into darkness, the sound of his thoughts decreasing in her own mind. Ginny shook her head as the connection was abruptly broken and tried to clear her thoughts. Realizing that she had been caught probing into Draco's mind, Ginny ducked her head in embarrassment, unable to look him in the eyes.
"What did you see?" he demanded evenly. Ginny wracked her brain for a way to get out of the situation, but her normally feisty mind seemed to be at a loss for words.
"I saw that you were struggling with something, I saw that you have a choice to make that will change the course of your life." Ginny answered truthfully without giving much detail to what the choice was.
"That's just one of the many." Draco muttered under his breath, which Ginny barely caught. Her attention was drawn to the letter in Draco's hand when he flexed his fist in frustration.
"Is that the letter?" she asked staring at the fancy parchment paper.
"What letter?"
"The letter notifying you that the time has come to make your choice." Ginny answered steadily.
"So you saw that choice." Draco mused brushing some stray hair out of his face. "Yes this is the letter."
"Can, can I read it?" Ginny asked softly bringing her eyes back to Draco's. Draco considered her request, seemingly on the verge of saying no, but instead, nodded his head, but made no move to give the letter to Ginny. Ginny hesitantly reached across his body and grabbed the letter, pulling it from Draco's grasp. Opening it, she read.
My Son,
The eve of the Lord's rise to power has come. Join us and be rewarded with wealth and power beyond your imagination, refuse us and be rewarded with pain and death. You have one week.
Lucius MalfoyGinny dropped the letter, both watching silently as it floated lazily to the floor.
"Would he really do that? Kill his own son?" Ginny said turning towards Draco. He laughed eerily, his eyes filled with emotions Ginny could not read.
"Kill his own son, no, he wouldn't even have the balls to do that. He would have someone else to do his dirty work." Draco said bitterly.
"What are you going to do?" Ginny asked.
"What I have to do." Was the cold reply she received. Ginny nodded her head as if accepting the answer, accepting that it was something Draco was going to keep to himself. She felt her fatigue catching up to her, but the couch was too comfortable and she couldn't gather enough strength to pull herself up. As sleep stole away, she felt her eyes drifting shut as her head fell down to the side of the couch and Ginny got a brief feeling that there was something important she was supposed to do today, but sleep grabbed her before she could remember what it was.
Here is the next chapter, must faster I must say then the last one came. I've gotten a sudden inspiration and basically planned the rest of the entire story out. I'm really excited about it! Tell me how you liked it and whatever else you want to relay to me about my story. Thanks for reading and please review!
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