Ginevera walked into the cold castle in Ireland wearing so much fur that three people could comfortably wear her outfit. She really hated being cold. It had to do with the little problem at the Burrow where there were never enough blankets to go around, and Harry and Hermione had come over for Christmas. They got at least three blankets each, while Ginny had been left to suffer out the cold with one threadbare blanket. Needless to say, she hated being cold.

As soon as the door shut behind her a little house elf wearing a tea towel like a toga ran up and bowed to her.

"May Slinky take your coat Mistress?" He asked with a high squeaky voice that hurt Ginevera's ears. Ginevera pulled off the outermost layer of furs and dumped in all on the elf's head. The elf bowed and staggered away.

"When you are done, tell Macnair that I am waiting for him in the main parlor." She called after the elf as he tumbled through the door.

Ginevera smirked cruelly and walked into the black parlor. Everything in it was black. The furniture, walls and even the ornaments were so black that it seemed darker than night. The room was morbid, and perfect for Voldemort's tastes.

Macnair walked into the parlor and bowed. "My Lord." He breathed.

"Voldemort is coming here. I want the whole castle in working order in a few days. Use whatever you need.

"Also, the whole castle needs to be decorated like this room. I want a lot of black and gray. Blood red and Slytherin green would be acceptable." Ginevera stood up and walked to the door. "I trust that the defensive and offensive protections around the castle are already in place." She added before walking out to find her furs and leaving.

Draco was standing in the parlor of their mansion on the island with two muggle girls lying unconscious at his feet. They were going to be some of the sport they were providing to welcome back their Lord. The rest of the fun was a pre planned Hour of the Dead where they would capture and torture three anti- Darkness families. Voldemort would enjoy the death and pain immensely. Hopefully it would distract him from the location of Hells Home. Voldemort would NOT be pleased if he saw how bright and cheery the whole mansion had been decorated. The last thing the heirs needed now, when their plans were so close to completion, was a distrustful Lord. Voldemort needed to trust his heirs completely if the plan to destroy him was going to work.

Ginevera walked into the room, shedding furs as she went. House elves were running around in her wake, gathering up the discarded clothing and running off with the furs to have them cleaned.

"Oh good!" She smiled and kissed Draco on the cheek. "You got the muggles! Lets put them down in the dungeons before they wake up." With a swish and flick of their wands, Draco and Ginevera levitated the two muggles downstairs.

Harry was practicing the spell that he needed to use on Voldemort. Hermione was his coach and Ron was the sullen unencouragement in the corner.

"Come on Harry! You've almost gotten it!" Hermione squealed as a wisp of pink smoke trickled from the end of his wand.

Harry staggered, exhausted. "I need a break Hermione. I'm so tired. Can we try again tomorrow?"

"Fine!" Ron snarled. "Leave my sister to rot." He stood up and stalked out of the room, his spine ridged with suppressed anger.

Harry sighed with pain at his best friends anger towards his faults. "I'm really sorry Hermione, but I can't dredge up any more power. I honestly don't think I'll be able to do a simple switching spell tomorrow during transfiguration class. Maybe we can try again tomorrow night?" He looked at Hermione with a forlorn and lost look in his eyes. A look that he had been wearing for the past couple of days.

Hermione nodded her head and walked out the door. "Same time tomorrow Potter," she muttered as she walked out the door after Ron.

Harry sighed in relief for this break time and collapsed on the floor in a dead faint. He was extremely tired.

Dumbledore was sitting in his office contemplating the fate of the wizarding world. Unknown to Harry and Ginevera, he had been following Harry the night Ginevera had tried to talk with Harry. He had wanted to make sure that Harry wasn't about to do anything foolish, like kill himself. Instead he had been granted insight to Ginevera and Draco's plans. The heirs were planning on killing Voldemort themselves, and taking over the wizarding world to put a better government in place. A government that wasn't corrupt and easily swayed by money. It was a good idea, yes. But the cost in lives! So many people had to die in order for the heir's plans to occur. Dumbledore had the shrewd suspicion that he was one of the people expected to be killed in the battle. He didn't want to die yet, but he did agree with a lot of the main reasons for forcing a new government onto the wizarding world. He needed to have a talk with the heirs without the rest of the Order knowing. Dumbledore held out his hand and Fawkes landed on it gracefully. Dumbledore quickly wrote a letter to his former students and Fawkes disappeared.

Ginevera was sitting in a very hot bubble bath when a large red bird appeared in front of her. It dropped a letter onto the bathroom counter and disappeared. It took Ginevera a full minute to realize that the red bird had been a Phoenix. After another long minute Ginevera realized why she recognized the Phoenix.

"Draco!" She screamed. He burst into the bathroom, wand held out, looking for danger. When he didn't see anyone he looked at his love with a raised eyebrow. Ginevera pointed at the rolled up piece of parchment on the counter with a visibly shaking finger. Draco grabbed it and read the letter.

"Ginevera, Its from Dumbledore!"

Ginevera,

I understand your reasons for deserting the Order, and I was present when you explained your predicament to Harry in the corridor. Please correct me if I'm wrong, but we both seem to have similar goals in this war.

You wish to remove the Ministry of Magic from power and put your own government into power. I wish to end the corruption in the current government.

I also understand your wish to be your own person. You wouldn't have received the respect you deserved while being with the Order.

We both wish to have Voldemort killed. That is the main agreement between us.

The only difference that truly affects the similarity of our ideas is your love of death and destruction.

Is there a way that we can work together with a minimal loss of life? If we work together to kill Voldemort, the main threat would be eliminated. Then we could negotiate an agreement to smooth over the finer details. Please contact me in anyway possible.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Ginevera had gotten out of her bath and was lying naked on her bed with Draco reading the letter over her shoulder. She turned around to look at Draco with a lifted eyebrow that mimicked Draco's favorite expression. He lifted an eyebrow in return and shrugged.

"I don't know what to do. I know that we can't go to him at Hogwarts. It is too dangerous for us there."

"Lets invite him here." Ginevera motioned to their house with a sweep of her hand. "We can owl him and get his word that he will come alone, and not tell anyone where our island is."

To their surprise, Dumbledore agreed to everything. He wouldn't tell anyone about this place, and no one else would know that he was coming here.

Dumbledore arrived on their front steps at exactly noon the next day. He looked around the island, surprised. He thought that, being the heirs; Draco and Ginevera would live in a dark and dreary place, devoid of any life. He was wrong. The island was beautiful. From his vantage on the steps, Dumbledore could see a waterfront with white sand and blue green water on one side of the island. On the other side he could see orchards and fields. It was gorgeous and soothing.

The large wooden doors in front of him opened without even a squeak of protest. Ginevera stuck her head outside.

"Come in!" She smirked slightly. "Quickly, before you set off the wards." She ushered him inside. Then entrance hall was as beautiful as the outside. It was decorated in gold and silver. Dumbledore didn't get a chance to look around because Ginevera guided him upstairs to a private parlor. As he walked Dumbledore caught glimpses into other rooms and hallways. Everything was brightly colored. There wasn't any sign that the Dark Arts ruled in this home. When they got to the parlor, Ginevera served tea and biscuits, and they quickly got down to business.

Three weeks later, Dumbledore was sitting in the same parlor, signing a treaty with the heirs of the Darkness. It was merely an agreement between both parties to help each other destroy Voldemort. After that, it was every man and woman for themselves. Draco and Ginevera would be attending the next Order meeting to help sooth-ruffled tempers and help explain the agreement.

"I have been in contact with Ginevera and Draco for a few weeks now." Dumbledore started the meeting quietly. He looked around at the expressions of disbelief and astonishment on the Order member's faces. "I have called this meeting today to inform all of you that we have come to an agreement."

"Why would you go anywhere near them?" Ron's voice hissed through the shocked silence left behind after Dumbledore finished. "They are evil!"

"They are not evil, Mr. Weasley. They are as against Voldemort as you and I. They have just found another, lamentable, way of dealing with Voldemort and his evil ideas." Dumbledore looked at all of the assembled members, assessing to see who believed him. It seemed that very few people where able to contemplate the fact that Dumbledore had willingly gone anywhere near the two most wanted people in the whole wizarding world.

"But Voldemort can read minds. Wouldn't he sense that they were not truly His followers?" Harry called into the silence.

"All that He can tell is that we enjoy death and pain the same amount that He does." Ginevera's voice snarled out at the Order. Everyone looked around, scared. They couldn't figure out where the voice had come from. Some of the Aurors were standing up with their wands pointed at the air, trying to figure out where the danger was.

Ginevera and Draco stepped into view together holding their black cats. Immediately, curses and spells were flung at them. Draco smoothly stepped in front of Ginevera and deflected everything sent their way with extreme ease. The flowerpot that was aiming straight for his head hovered in front of his face for a second before he levitated it to the nearest table. Eventually all of the curses stopped, leaving panting Order members everywhere. Draco stepped to the side and let Ginevera be seen by the Order.

"He thinks that we are the perfect little flunkies who love the more morbid forms of entertainment. For some reason Voldemort trusts us completely. He is more of a fool than you." Ginevera hissed.

"We have come to an agreement to help you kill Voldemort. Nothing more, nothing less." Draco added with a sneer of distaste.

Protests were flung across the room. The Order showed its complete disagreement. Ron was standing up and pointing at the heirs yelling some nonsense about evilness.

Ginevera opened her mouth to call for silence when she stiffened. The Dark Mark was burning. She looked wildly at Draco, who was staring at her. They both stood up together. Immediately everyone looked at them.

"He's back," Draco hissed.

"And He's angry," Ginevera added.

They both disappeared, frightened looks on their faces.

It was immediate pandemonium and chaos. Voldemort hadn't been expected back in London for another week. No ones plans were ready. Not even Ginevera and Draco's.