A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any other characters

This for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Fantasy February Day Twelve -Fairytale!AU

Word Count: 2156

Warning: non-graphic non con

"But Papa, what if the king will not give you a loan?" Ginny asked, sweeping the straw from the floor.

"He will, my Genevra, he will, once he sees the wonders I can create. Can you just imagine it, my poppet, men flying through the sky on wings!"

"I can, Papa, but what if the king can not? What if he wants something in return that you can not give? What if it does not work, what if-"

"Too many 'what ifs', poppet. It will work, I promise. I mean, I created you, didn't I? Surely I can create a flying device for the king."

Ginny nodded, moving her wooden joints as she continued to clean. True Arthur had created her, whittled her from wood and somehow breathed life into her. She wasn't really a girl yet, not a real one. And she had the most worrisome feature. She could not lie. Every time she lied, her little nose grew. After telling a truth, it would shrink, but it was still inconvenient.

"Everything will be fine, you just wait and see," he promised, kissing Ginny's wooden forehead before leaving their little hut and heading to the palace.

Ginny waited and waited, becoming more and more worried as the time passed. She made some supper, in hopes Papa would be home soon. It was after dark before the door swung open.

"I did it, Poppet! I did it!"

"You got the funding for the flying machine? That is wonderful!" Ginny exclaimed as Arthur hugged her tightly.

"You've made supper too? Today is truly a wonderful day!"

Ginny nodded, making him a plate. She did not need to eat since she was made from wood. She wondered what it would taste like, what it would smell like? She wondered if she would ever truly be human.

The days passed slowly. Arthur spent most of his time in his work room trying to make the flying device for the king. Ginny made him meals and reminded him that, unlike herself, he need to sleep. Finally, after two full moons, he'd done it! He'd made a device he was sure would work.

"This one should work. Stand by while I test it and be ready to help if it doesn't."

"Yes, Papa."

Ginny watched the device explode the minute the switch was lit. She rescued Arthur, her wooden hands not feeling the heat from the fire. She ended up with a few scorch marks. That had been the first of many failed attempts.

Finally, Arthur was sure he'd done it. It hadn't caught fire, set him on fire, and he'd managed to hover a bit off the ground.

"I'm going to take this straight to the king. I should be home before nightfall. Remember, Poppet, do not answer the door for strangers."

"I won't," Ginny answered, giving him a wooden smile, a replica of what she saw him do when he was happy.

"My good girl," he whispered, before leaving with the prototype of the flying machine.

Ginny watched him leave before turning her attention to tidying the house. She hoped it would work, hoped with everything in her heart. She'd seen the trials of the previous versions. They had all failed.

"I'd do anything to make sure Papa succeeds," she whispered.

"Anything, love?" a tiny voice asked. Ginny looked around and saw a man standing outside leaning against the window. He had dark hair that curled around his face. He was wearing what would have looked like fine clothing if not for the fact it was dirty and ripped.

"Who are you?" she asked, not opening the door, but talking through the open window. She'd promised her papa she wouldn't open the door. He had never said anything about talking to strangers through the window. Besides, this stranger was interesting and she liked the way he looked.

"Somebody who wants to help."

"It's very nice you want to help, but I don't see how you could help."

"Simple, I can make sure your father's machine works, if you're willing to pay the price."

"And what might that price be?" she asked, curious despite herself. She had said she was willing to give anything, and her nose hadn't grown.

"Your first born child," the man said. Ginny burst out laughing.

"That would be quite impossible sir. I a merely a puppet, a girl made of wood. I shall never a child to call my own."

"Then you wouldn't be out anything, now would you?" the man asked. Ginny paused thinking about this. If she agreed, her papa's device would work. He could quit trying to make one, quit almost killing himself with the experiments. She nodded slowly.

"That is true. Very well then, I agree," she said, sticking her wooden hand through the window. The man shook it, nodded to her and then vanished.

A few minutes later, her father came rushing up the road.

"Ginny! Ginny! It worked! I worked!" he yelled. Ginny smiled, knowing she'd made sure it would.

"That's wonderful, Papa."

"The king wants me and you to move into the castle. I will be his chief inventor. He even had an expert wizard who knows High Magick and might be able to finally make you into a flesh and blood girl!"

Ginny's smile faded. If she was made real, she could eventually one day bear a child... then the deal she'd made would come fruition.

"That's wonderful," she said, glad her father did not see her nose start to grow. "I am glad the king is happy with your invention," she said quickly, causing her nose to slide back into place.

"Get your things packed, my Poppet, and we are off!" he exclaimed, shoving what little they owned in the a trunk. Ginny helped him pack up his workshop, all the bits and bobbins, every little bolt and screw. The entire time, she was thinking about what it would be like to be human. She knew she would need a boy to create a child. She didn't know any boys, much less liked one. It could be years before she found someone to give her a child. That mean it would be perfectly safe to become a real girl. She smiled as they started on the road towards the castle.

"Genevra, this is Albus, my chief wizard. He should be able to turn you from a wooden puppet into a real flesh and blood girl," King Orion stated. Ginny nodded. The man before her was wearing red robes with glitter gold stars. He had white hair and looked very much like a wizard. He was even wearing a hat that ended in a point.

"So you want to be a real girl?"

"Yes, I do," Ginny said. Her nose didn't even twitch.

"Very well then, it's an easy enough spell if one has the power," Albus stated, waving a long wooden stick over Ginny. The stick had three knobs on it and the handle was wrapped in white. She didn't recognize the words Albus said, but she knew they were Latin. Slowly she started to feel funny. Her hands and feet changed first, then the feeling spread up her body, finally her chest swelled and resided, her heart now beating loudly in her chest. Ginny looked around at everyone standing around her and promptly fainted.

Soft. That was the first thing she felt as she woke up. The bed was soft! The air was full of smells, of tastes. She couldn't get enough of it. The first few days of being a real girl, Ginny did everything, tried, everything she could. She ran around barefoot, just to feel the world beneath her feet. She ate a little of everything, learning how everything tasted. She found she did not care for fish at all.

She didn't see her father much the first week of moving to the castle. Finally he managed to find time to visit her chamber. She was sitting on her bed, still marveling at the softness of the sheets, at the smell of flowers in the air.

"How do you feel, Genevra?"

"Papa! I feel amazing. Everything is so amazing. I never realized the air had taste, that the air had smell."

"You're a real girl now, my Poppet."

"I am," she whispered.

"And as a real girl, you are," her papa paused, searching for the words.

"I am what, Papa?"

"You are expected to do what girls do, marry, have children. I know you haven't had much time to experience the world, but the king has fallen in love with you."

"But Papa, he's so much older than me, older than you," Ginny argued.

"That is true."

"And he is not a nice man, Papa. I have heard many things."

"That is also true. You do not have a choice though. If you do not marry him, he shall throw me in the dungeon. He has found people that can make my flying device quicker and cheaper. He does not need me anymore. If you do not marry him..."

"I will do it then, I will do it for you," Ginny cried, tears welling up in her eyes. She had thought becoming real would be so amazing, so magical, but she was starting to realize she would preferred to stay wooden.

Ginny tried not to cry as she said the words. She had found she hated the king with every bit of her heart. Orion was crueler than she'd ever imagined. But she said 'I do' in a white dress in front of the entire kingdom to save her father. He'd created her, she would do anything for him.

"Now that you are my bride, it is time to make you mine completely," Orion leered, pulling Ginny's dress from her body. She whimpered as he touched her, not reveling in the skin to skin contact. This was part of the marriage agreement. It had to be consummated. Ginny nearly screamed as he forced her onto the bed and fulfilled the agreement. The entire time, Ginny's mind was on the stranger she had met only a month prior. If she were to become with child, that child was his. The idea of a child being raised by King Orion made her break out in a cold sweat.

It only took a month of being thrown on the bed and topped before Ginny felt sick to her stomach. Her papa was no longer at the castle. King Orion had sent him away to teach others how to make the flying device. Ginny knew it was nothing more than a ruse and feared he was dead. She cried in her chamber, wishing she knew his fate.

"Hello, love," a voice said. Ginny sat upright. Standing in the doorway was the same strange man. Her heart pounded in her chest.

"You. You're here, I've only just found out, it will be nearly a year before you can collect," she said.

"I'm not here about that, love, although I am not surprised. You wish to know what became of your father?"

"I do, but I have nothing else to give."

"I can think of one thing," he said. Ginny looked at him, feeling a way about him she had never felt with King Orion. She wanted to feel him against her, feel his hands on her flesh.

"And what might that be?" she asked, holding her breath.

"You. Truly and fully to me."

"I belong to the king."

"The king is about to lose everything he has, he's broken a deal with the wrong sort, love. Now, about that deal?"

"Show me my father first. Is he alright?"

"He is, he managed to escape the king's guards, he's in hiding in another land. He's worried about you though."

"Alright, I will agree, on one condition."

"What's that love?"

"Your name, if I am to give myself to you, shouldn't I at least know your name?" she asked.

"As you wish. I am Sirius Orion Black, at your service."

Ginny stared at him.

"Sirius Black, as in the lost prince? As in the disowned son of Orion? As in..."

"Yes, the child you carry is technically my half brother or sister, is that a deal breaker?"

"No! So when your father falls..."

"Yes, the throne will be mine since Regulus decided to go gallivanting off with James, you'll still be the King's consort, nothing will change save the kingdom will not be under the rule of a tyrant, oh, and I'll get your father back here safely?"

Ginny threw her arms around Sirius, kissing him as hard as she could, sealing the deal and setting both of their hearts on fire. She'd gone from puppet, to wooden girl, to real girl, to finding love and everything in between, all because she'd talked to a stranger, a very handsome stranger who was now going to be hers.