Draco and Ginevera appeared in the castle in Ireland wearing fur lined, black, hooded robes. Knot ran up to them, his face calm but his voice harried, belaying his worry and fear.

"Our Lord wishes to speak with you immediately," he hissed. Knot walked off and Draco and Ginevera followed at a safe distance behind him. They entered a parlor that was colored black, green, and a dark blood red. Voldemort was lounging in a green armchair in front of the empty fireplace.

"You moved," he hissed in his high, cruel voice.

Ginevera and Draco bowed their heads to him. "The Order had been attacking anyone they could see through the barrier. Death Eaters were getting hurt and were unable to help continue your great plan." Draco murmured, his face twisting in a sneer of dislike towards those foolish Death Eaters.

"We wanted to give the Order the slip, confuse them, so they wouldn't know where we had relocated to. As far as we can tell, the Order is looking for us in the oceans. They seem convinced that we moved to an island." Ginevera shook her head with a smirk on her pretty face. "A little rumor from us may have helped with that suspicion," she added as if she were commenting on the weather.

Voldemort nodded his head. "Very good, my heirs. I have brought you a gift." He added. "I found this when I unsuccessfully searched in a large system of caves looking for a group of nomads who have lived there for thousands of years. The village people were convinced that the nomads were immortal. After I killed the nomads for not giving me the secret to their immortality I found this." He pulled a large black egg out of his pocket. "It was sitting in a fire. I have kept it warm and expect you to hatch it and tell me what it is." Voldemort handed to egg to Ginevera who gently cradled the egg in her arms.

The egg was leathery, not the hard shell Ginevera expected. Gingerly she handed it to Draco and watched as his eyebrows rose in surprise.

"It's not a Dragon egg," Ginevera muttered. She had seen plenty of Dragon eggs when she had gone to visit Charlie. "Or a Basilisk," she added knowledgably. After talking with the Basilisk in her first year at Hogwarts, she knew that their eggs were mostly soup, with only a small skin keeping the goop from dripping out.

"I've never seen an egg like this, and the animals in Malfoy Manor were always laying eggs." Draco muttered. He pulled out his wand and conjured up a large blanket with a strong warming spell on it. After wrapping the egg in the blanket, Draco turned to their Master. "We will inform you of any change in the egg."

Voldemort nodded. "When I arrived here I was upset to learn that both of you had taken up residence where it is considerably warmer. When I tried to search for you, both of you were at Hogwarts. Why?" Voldemort was snarling. He twirled his wand in a long fingered hand.

"We were merely checking on the disorganization of the Order." Draco bowed his head again.

"Harry Potter has been abandoned by his friends and has fallen into depression. Dumbledore does not trust anyone in the Order, even his closest friends. Slytherin tower has been searched repeatedly. Our followers have been very careful with the information they leave lying around." Ginevera added with a bow of her own.

"How could I doubt the faithfulness of my two heirs?" Voldemort actually looked apologetic. Ginevera smirked happily, letting Voldemort think that she was preening under the praise He had given them when she was really very happy that He hadn't discovered their real reason for traveling to Hogwarts.

"They are jumping at their own shadows, Master." She laughed evilly with Voldemort and Draco.

"For your work, I will continue to allow you to live outside of these walls. I care not where as long as you do not displease me." Voldemort finished.

"Master is gracious." Draco bowed.

Dumbledore had a hard time finishing the meeting that night. After the heirs had left, everyone in the room had felt the need to express their extreme dislike of an alliance with the two people they were supposed to hate with all of their being. Dumbledore had to retell his story at least four times before anyone was willing to believe him. Then he had to convince the Order to trust the heirs. Dumbledore had to explain his reasons for trusting the heirs, not with his life, but with this plan at least.

During the explanations everyone felt the need to add in their own opinions. When it was nearing three in the morning Dumbledore, McGonagall, and the Weasley's all stood up and walked to the door.

"We are going to bed to think on everything that has been said tonight," Bill called out into the noisy crowd of Order members. "Please go home and get some sleep yourselves. We can continue this discussion at the next meeting in a week." Bill opened the doors to the Room of Requirement with a groan and walked out. Dumbledore followed, and soon everyone was heading home. It had been a meeting for headaches, that was for sure.

Draco and Ginevera walked into their room early the next morning to find an owl waiting for them on their dresser. Ginevera opened the letter with a sigh.

The meeting did not go well after you left. We will be having another meeting same time next week. I would appreciate it if both of you could be there so you can explain your side in this alliance.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

"I guess we will be busy next week." Ginevera sighed.

Draco nodded his agreement tiredly. "We had better get to bed. Tomorrow we will be up late again for the welcome home festivities." Draco rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

Draco and Ginevera changed into their nightclothes and fell into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

Harry was sitting in his bed in the seventh year Gryffindor dormitories with his head in his hands. He was doing some serious thinking. The absence of snores from the bed to his right told him that Ron was awake as well.

Ginny had deserted them, turned herself over to the darkness, and now wanted to form a tenuous alliance. It was almost unthinkable. Ginny was supposed to be Voldemort's number one follower, but she wanted to kill Him? There was something wrong with the whole situation. Harry shook his head, trying to figure out what the missing link was. He shoved his face into his pillow, trying to eliminate other distractions so he could think clearly.

Either Ginny and Draco had joined Voldemort's inner circle to help Voldemort take over the world, or they had joined to spy on Voldemort. Except, neither seemed logical. Dumbledore wouldn't trust the heirs so much if Ginny and Draco really did work exclusively for Voldemort and Voldemort wouldn't trust his heirs if he even got an inkling of their betrayal. Somewhere alone the lines of their plans the heirs were skating on ice so thin that they could see through it, and neither of the leaders they were working for knew it.

"Harry, do you think that Ginny really wants to kill You Know Who?" Ron's voice called through the hangings. After a moment of complete shock that Ron was actually talking to him, Harry sighed and pulled back his hangings. Ron was sitting at the edge of his bed in his maroon pajamas, staring at Harry.

"I don't know Ron. I really don't know."

It was high noon by the time Draco finally woke up. Ginevera was curled into a ball next to him, huddling against his back, seeking comfort that he didn't know how to give. Draco could kiss away Ginevera's tears and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, but he didn't know how to help Ginevera to overcome her fears.

It had been her idea to treat with Dumbledore. They were going to set up an alliance with the Order before Voldemort returned and have the backing of both groups fighting in the war. They would help the Order destroy Voldemort, and help Voldemort take over the world. They, when Voldemort was gone, they were going to destroy the Order, and take over the weakened wizarding world. All they wanted to do was fix the human mistakes that were decimating magic everywhere. Unfortunately, all of their plans rested on no one finding out about their deception.

Voldemort believed that they were solely his heirs. Dumbledore assumed that they were spies helping the Order against the Darkness. If one party found out what their real intentions were, they would be severely tortured and killed before they could say Hell's Home.

Draco groaned and got out of bed. Ginevera rolled over, trying to snuggle up against him again. Draco pulled the covers up to her chin, tucked her in, and kissed Ginevera on the forehead.

"No matter what happens I will always love you." He whispered into her hair before standing up and going off to take a shower.

When Draco walked back into the bedroom Ginevera wasn't in the bed any more. He quickly pulled on some clothes, gave his wet hair a pointless swipe with his comb, and went into the back room to talk to her. Ginevera was leaning against the large wooden table staring intently at the black egg that was sitting in a very hot, contained fire. A house elf that was assigned to watch the egg was sitting in the corner trying not to be seen and be punished by its masters.

Ginevera turned around when Draco walked into the room and looked at Draco hopelessly. She had large dark black circles under her eyes and looked like she was barely standing on her own. Draco walked over and hugged her tight to his body in the warmest, most comforting way he knew.

"We'll get through this my love. All of our plans will work. We have planned too long and too hard for something to go wrong. Please don't worry." Draco murmured quietly into her ear, rubbing her back with a warm hand.

"Thank you Draco." The muffled reply came from where Ginevera had pushed her head against his warm chest. Draco kissed the top of Ginevera's head.

They stayed together like that for the better part of an hour before locking away their emotions and going off to start the day.

Behind them, eyes peeked out through a black shell. It was watching and waiting, trying to see if the two people that were hatching it were worthy of its attention. If they were up to the task he set them they would survive. If not… if they thought the punishment from the person they called Voldemort was painful, they didn't understand what they could be in for. It wasn't just their lives hanging in the balance, but their bodies, their sanity, and their souls.