It was official. The Order had stepped up their attack plans. There were constant Auror patrols outside of the barrier that Voldemort had placed around their land. You couldn't go outside the mansion without a foolish Wizard or an overzealous Witch throwing a curse at you through the barrier. One Death Eater had to be carried into the mansion by the people he had apparated with because he had been hit with a stupefying spell, a jelly legs hex, and a potion that caused large boils to break out in very private places.

Ginevera sighed. There was no way to call a Death Eater meeting when they would be attacked the moment they stepped outside to create their circle.

"That's it!" Draco stormed in to the room with a scowl on his face. "That's the third person I've seen hit in the last ten minutes. I'm sick and tired of brewing healing potions for those fools. We're moving." A pain filled scream from a Death Eater that had just apparated into enemy fire sounded across the lawn. Ginevera looked out through the window and sighed.

"There's another one." She turned to look at Draco and couldn't suppress a giggle at the expression of disbelief at the sheer stupidity of his followers that was on his face. "Why don't you go tell Lucius to send out a letter to every Death Eater telling them to apparate into the entrance hall. That way there will be fewer injuries. Tonight, instead of planning, why don't we make all of the Death Eaters move all of the belongings to another mansion somewhere else."

A look of such profound relief ran across Draco's face. He knew he loved her for a reason. Draco pulled out a magical map from his large stash in the corner of the room. He tapped it with his wand and told it what they needed.

"There are two places we could go to." He pointed to a place in the middle of Ireland, and another on an uncharted, unplotable island that Draco knew about from his exploits.

"Well, lets go have a look." Ginevera answered with a smile. "We might even have time to try out a few places to see if they are comfortable enough for our fun!" Ginevera said enthusiastically. Draco nodded and ran off to tell Lucius what they wanted him to do.

They stepped out from the forest line in the middle of Ireland with a shiver. It was unbearably cold and the ground was packed with snow and ice. They walked up to the abandoned mansion. It was on the smaller side, not really ideal for a large meeting place or for a strategic base. Draco held open the door for Ginevera and they both walked inside.

"It's a bit drafty," Ginevera groaned. "We could use this place to house the prisoners, and send a few of our less fortunate Death Eaters here to guard them." Draco nodded in agreement.

"It could be a punishment of sorts." He added.

"No offence or anything, but I'm too cold to be comfortable living here. Lets try the island, and if that is a no go, we can retire to my bedroom for a couple of hours." Ginevera sighed.

They both disapparated with a pop.

They were on a deserted island, in the middle of nowhere, and it was warm! There was a very large mansion on top of a cliff. It was perfect.

Draco wrapped his arms around Ginevera and guided her down to the soft sand below them.

All of the Death Eaters were crowded into the main reception room in the mansion back in England. There wasn't enough room to form their circle, so they mulled around in the general area of where they were supposed to stand. Suddenly there were two loud pops, and their Lords appeared before them. All of the Death Eaters bowed low to the ground.

"We have good news!" Ginevera called into the waiting crowd. "We have found a remote place within apparating distance to move our headquarters to. The foolish Aurors won't understand why we aren't coming here anymore until it's too late." The Death Eaters murmured their praises to their masters.

"Every single one of you must help move the furniture in this mansion to the mansion we are relocating to. If one of you slacks off, you will be punished. You all have a week to get every last piece of furniture, wall hangings, etc. out of here and to the new location without being seen by an Auror or an Order member. I suggest you get started now." Draco hissed quietly.

"I want Crabbe, Goyle, Avery, Knot, Bode, Lestrange and Macnair to stay here for a few minutes. We have a special task for you." Ginevera added.

The Death Eaters filed out of the room. When only the ones they had told to stay were left Draco started talking again.

"You all are to go to a base in Ireland. We will be keeping the prisoners there and you will be their sole guards. Go to your homes and bring with you anything that you think you will need. Further instructions will be given once you have set the base up and arranged the dungeons for our prisoners."

All of the Death Eaters bowed low to the ground and went to do their masters bidding.

The mansion would be empty soon, leaving the Aurors the large challenge of finding out where the Death Eaters had disappeared.

The frenzy of activity had been going on all week. Death Eaters in their large robes had been running around the mansion, touching a piece of furniture, and apparating to the mansion on the island with the furniture. Once they had the furniture in place, they would apparate back to the entrance hall and run back up the stairs to get the next piece of furniture.

On the way up the stairs the Death Eaters kept tripping on their long robes. They would tumble down the stairs, landing in a heap at the bottom with everyone else they had knocked over on their way down. It would have been funny if Death Eaters were allowed to laugh.

Draco and Ginevera laughed anyway. They had cleaned out their own rooms and all of the secret passages that the Death Eaters didn't know about at the beginning of the week and had been watching their Death Eaters make fools out of themselves for the remaining time. They were currently clutching their sides as the largest Death Eater, who was about three hundred pounds, got his foot caught in the hem of his robes and started to roll down the stairs. After that it was like bowling. As he rolled the other Death Eaters climbing up the stairs behind him would either jump out of the way, or be knocked over and roll down the stairs with their compatriots.

Draco and Ginevera watched the whole disaster from their hiding spot behind a tapestry on the third floor landing. Draco had put a spell on it so they could see through it, but no one could see them. A silencing spell made sure that no one heard their laughter.

Draco winked at Ginevera and apparated down to the second floor landing below them where a mass ball of limbs, robes, and groans of pain had landed. The three hundred pound Death Eater had landed on top, squishing his smaller fellows who had ended up at the bottom of the squirming pile. All of the Death Eaters started untangling themselves with a lot of swearing and groaning.

Once the Death Eaters had stood up they started to fist fight. Even in her hiding spot, Ginevera could hear screams of 'You fell on me' and 'Those were my best robes'. There was the crunch of bones breaking when fists connected with body parts.

"I'll tell our Lords on you!" One of the Death Eaters with a broken arm screamed at the man who had just punched him.

"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary." Draco's cold, cultured, voice announced from his spot in the corner. The fighting stopped immediately and all of the Death Eaters turned in shock to look at him. After all of the Death Eaters had realized that it was Draco, their lord, who had interrupted their fight, they fell to the ground bowing. Some of them bowed on broken legs and had to suppress loud moans of pain. It wasn't proper to show weakness in front of a lord.

Draco surveyed the scene with a scowl of deep dislike on his face. His eyes were twinkling behind the carefully shown blankness, but there wasn't any need for the quivering bodies at his feet to know that. "I want two healers here by tonight, willingly or not. We need someone to heal these injuries." Draco shook his head in mock disdain. "This had better not affect the speed we need for our move. Anyone who is unable to help in five minutes should go join our prisoners in the dungeon." Draco turned and sauntered up the stairs. He turned the corner at the top.

A second later he was standing next to Ginevera laughing uncontrollably. "You should have seen their faces!" He gasped out.

By ten o'clock that night they had five healers who had been kidnapped from St. Mungos, and a completely empty mansion. Everything had been moved to their new island that had been renamed 'Hells Home'. The prisoners had been moved to the castle in Ireland with the Death Eaters that had been assigned to watch them. They had a portkey nearby that would quickly transport them and the prisoners to the Island if they were attacked.

Draco and Ginevera settled into bed in their new home with rare smiles on their faces. After all, it was warm, and they had easily outsmarted the Order. The only people who knew the exact location of the island were Draco and Ginevera. The rest of the Death Eaters just apparated there for meetings. They had no idea where the island was really located. An Order member could search for years if they were told that the Death Eaters had moved to an island. There were thousands of islands in the whole world to search. Snickering silently, Ginevera went to sleep.

"There aren't any lights in the mansion, or any movement. During the day there was a lot of activity, but the restrictive barrier is still up." An Auror from the front lines was standing in front of the Order of the Phoenix, reporting the strange activity they had been seeing from the mansion. "We can't get into the mansion see exactly what happened to the Death Eaters, but it is our best guess that the Death Eaters aren't living in the Mansion anymore. Should we move the front lines or leave them where they are?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. "We need all Aurors out searching for a clue about where they disappeared to. The army should go back to its barracks until the Death Eaters are found. There is no need for it until then. If the barrier goes down, I wish to be notified immediately." The Auror nodded his head politely to Dumbledore and walked out.

Hermione had found it! She had found the answer of how to kill Voldemort. It was really very simple. Just find his weakness and exploit it.

His weakness- the inability to feel Love.

All they had to do was force the sensation of Love into him with a small spell. It would destroy him utterly.

Harry was sitting in the library next to a cheering Ron and Hermione with his head in his hands. His two best friends had agreed to work with him on this project until they had time to yell at Harry again. Ron still blamed Harry for Ginny's desertion, and was still being rather frigid towards him. They would only talk about something that pertained to their search. Other wise they avoided each other like the plague. Ron refused to understand that Ginny needed to be captured and sent to Azkaban with the rest of the Death Eaters. He was still convinced that Ginny was innocent. Hermione was little better. She kept saying that there must be a simple spell to put Ginny's head back on correctly. In fact, they both still thought that Ginny wasn't really an heir, just a girl under the Imperious curse. Harry knew better and had tried to tell Ron, but it was amazing how pigheaded and ignorant Ron could really be.

The spell they were going to be using on Voldemort wouldn't work on Draco and Ginny. They both needed to be captured or killed.

The ministry would have fits if they discovered the Order was going to kill their best monetary supporter, and kill the youngest child of one of the oldest pureblooded families in the Wizarding world. They might even refuse to help the Order by keeping all of the Aurors away. It did not matter to the ministry that the two were top Death Eaters. All the government cared about was money and support. Things could turn drastic so easily.

Harry shook his head and walked out of the library. He needed some time alone to think. After all, could he really kill or even hurt little Ginny. He could still remember her blushing in his second year after she sent him that horrible valentine, and all the other times she had been underfoot and in the way. All those time he had pushed her away without realizing it. How badly he must have hurt her when he had saved her from the Chamber and left her alone to deal with the repercussions by herself. She must have been in pain, and there wasn't anyone there who was willing to help her.

How could he kill her when it was his fault that she left them? It was all his fault.

The only word that could describe Draco and Ginevera now were 'Happy Homemakers'. They had sent away all of the pesky Death Eaters and had been decorating their new mansion for the past couple of days. Each room had a different color scheme and different theme. The gardens were starting to look beautiful, and the beachfront looked gorgeous. It was starting to look like a lived in, and well loved home.

There were some nasty surprises waiting for interlopers and other people who tried to go where they weren't supposed to, but they were well hidden and didn't interfere with life on the island.

They had found a lot of secret passages inside the mansion, and had quickly put spells on them to make sure that the passages remained hidden. There was a set of underwater caves that led up to a lagoon in the basement of the mansion that could only be found by going through three secret passages, and down a number of different stairs.

Hells Home had really become a home. When the Death Eaters were called to the mansion for meetings they only saw the small, dark cove they apparated to, the Dungeons, and the throne room inside the mansion. All of those areas were done in stark black, and didn't show any of the happiness that had been put into making the mansion a home. The Death Eaters had no idea that their masters weren't the cruel, cold, evil beings like Voldemort. Their masters couldn't be. They had fallen in Love with each other. The most forbidden thing ever. Even though they were the heirs, they could be killed for Loving each other. Death Eaters had Love removed from their senses the day they got their Dark Mark. Ginevera and Draco were able to Love anyway.

Ginevera looked around at their new room with a smile on her face. She had wanted the room color to be red. Draco had wanted the room color to be green. They had compromised and gone with blue. They whole room was done in different shades of blue. Their bed was light blue, the floor was carpeted in midnight blue, and the curtains were a dark blue. It was very beautiful, and very blue. Draco had complained that it looked like they were living in the sky, so Ginevera had bought cloud shaped pillows for their bed. Draco had thrown his hands into the air in exasperation and had walked out of the room.

Ginevera was writing a letter to the Death Eaters in Ireland when an owl tapped on her window with a letter tied to its leg.

The war is progressing far faster than I had anticipated. I am coming back to defeat those mudblood loving fools. Be ready to accept me in a week.

Ginevera gasped loudly. "Draco!" She screamed. He came running. Draco picked up the letter and read it quickly.

"We can't let Him see this Mansion!" He gasped. "He'll destroy it!"

Ginevera nodded. "Next meeting we will erase all memory of the island from the Death Eaters minds, and will move our head quarters to Ireland. Most of the old furniture went there anyway. All we have to do is make the castle there look more desolate and dreary than it is now." Draco nodded in agreement.

"This can be our private home. No one needs to know that we live here." He added. "We need to make some festivities for the day that Voldemort returns. Muggles for torture, and a Hour of the Dead for Him to participate in." Draco shook his head tiredly. "Send a letter to Ireland saying that we are coming for a visit. We need to start planning now."