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Ginny didn't need to listen to what everyone else thought she knew exactly what she wanted, and she'd stop at nothing to get it, even if it meant turning her back on her family, and the only life she ever knew
Ginny sat in her room. It had been four years since Lucious Malfoy gave Ginny Tom Riddles diary and just a few short months since the wizarding world had been warned of Lord Voldemort's return. Although not all of them were as smart to really believe it as her family was. And that was why today she was sitting on a bed in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, or at least a few minutes ago. Right now, she was in the hall listening with Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George to the on goings of the Order through one of the extendable ears. She listened to them talk about who Tom would be gathering, the similarities from the previous war, and the Death Eater's who were with him now. Ginny starred at the dark wall opposite her. She wished she were back at the Burrow, true the headquarters were much bigger than the Burrow, but the Burrow was more fit to live in than this house, and they didn't have to try so hard to make it liveable. Her thoughts trailed off to the many days spent cleaning, just the other day it took all of the force her and Sirius had to clean out some furniture. She chuckled at the memory. Earning her some dirty looks from her brothers.
"How is the fact he just killed the whole Danoily family, because they wouldn't help him funny, Gin?" George said giving Ginny a confused look.
"I guess we missed the joke, which is out of character for us, isn't it?" Fred asked.
"Sorry, I remembered something," By now Ginny's face was almost the same shade as her hair.
"Well now isn't really the time-"Ron's voice was cut off by Harry's
"Shh, guy's," Harry snapped.
The room was silent except the voices of the Order, that could be heard through the extendable ear.
"Well that's where there were the last traces of him," an unrecognizable voice spoke.
"Says everyone, but can we prove it? I'm willing to bet my life we can't," Moody's grunted.
"We've been through this, the Dark Lord has placed many false trails, and obviously this one is from someone who hasn't seen the Dark Lord personally, because as I've already proven the Dark Lord is exactly where Dumbledore said he'd be. Knowing this however doesn't change anything," Snape's bored voice filled the room, followed by a much disorientated one that was unmistakably Mundungus Fletcher.
"It ruddy well does, we send some o' the Aurors and catch 'im while we know where 'e is."
His comment was followed by a bit of laughter, but Ginny's guess was that at least have of the Order agreed, but were too proud to admit it.
"And what exactly do you expect to happen? That he'll willingly surrender because you've sent a few Aurors? If you had at least half a brain you'd realise he could kill them easily before they had time to blink. So knowing his location still gives us nothing," Snape replied.
"It does help though; we at least know he isn't too far off. He hasn't left England, and he's near Catabile. You just haven't been able to tell us where exactly," A voice said, not hiding her accusing tone.
"That's because I've taken the dark mark, I cannot reveal the exact coordinates of The Dark Lord, I'm afraid to say he isn't stupid enough to trust anyone, even his Death Eaters. We can't reveal anything much of value."
The conversation continued for a while before they heard chairs being pushed in and everyone talking at once. As the footsteps began approaching the door, Fred quickly tugged on the ear as himself and George ran up the stairs.
"Come on Ginny, let's go," Ron said as he tugged on her arm.
Ginny ran up to her room and sat on her bed, letting everything she heard sink in.
Tom was closer than she thought. Not that she was thinking about where he was per say, she was just thinking about him. The first friend she made at Hogwarts, the person who knew her better than anyone else. He was – and in some was still is- her best friend.
True, from what Dumbledore told her, the Tom now wouldn't be able to recall anything that happened between her and The Tom Riddle from the diary, because it wasn't really him. Even though Ginny had this conversation with more than just Dumbledore, she never told anyone that she didn't believe them. Deep down Ginny felt that Tom knew everything that she told him, because it had to be more than just a cursed diary, he showed her things that he never let anyone see, and told her things that nobody else knew. She alone knew the real Tom.
Even if he did use her to open the Chamber Of Secrets Ginny still believed he only did it because he need someone he was close to, not just because she was a stupid gullible little girl.
Ginny lay on the floor gasping, and trying to catch her breath. As she was pulled out of her memory.
"Well, well well. It seems Miss Weasley, we have a very special past," Lord Voldemort said as he stood above her body with his wand held loosely between his fingers.
"My Lord?" Lucius's voice came from across the room.
"It seems Lucius, that your son is on the right track. Regardless to what her family values are, her blood is as pure as both yours and mine," Voldemort said with a smile.
"Purer," Ginny said as she picked herself up from the ground, and looked straight into Voldemort's eyes.
The room went quiet, waiting to see what would happen to Ginny, since she defied the dark lord. Instead he smiled and laughed. His booming voice echoing off the stonewalls.
"It seems Miss Weasley, you and I both have a lot of catching up to do," He said as his eyes flashed, as they rested on her.
"We do," Ginny replied smugly. "And just like you, I'd like to shake off a bit on my family, it's Ginevra, not Weasley," Ginny responded smiwhisper
As soon as Draco and Ginny were free to leave, they walked down the hall and into their private chambers. Draco turned and locked the door, resting his head against the dark wood.
As soon as Draco locked the door Ginny threw her arms around him. There was no going back, not now.
"Why Ginny?" Draco whispered into her ear as he held her close.
Draco thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He loved everything about her. From the tiny freckles that were painted across her nose, to the way her hair changed in the light.
"I told you I would handle this." Draco sighed, breathing in the smell of her familiar strawberry shampoo.
"I know," Ginny whispered softly. "But I wasn't going to let you play the hero; I wasn't going to let you leave to protect me."
Ginny broke out of their embrace and walked across the room to take a seat on the bed.
"You promised you would never hurt me," Ginny said as she looked up to meet Draco's eyes.
Draco realized that his love for Ginny would be what destroyed him in the end. Even if he left her to protect her, it would have destroyed him much more than taking the mark would have.
"You're family, you're leaving them all behind, you're placing yourself in the middle of danger," Draco lectured.
"I'm in as much danger here, as I would have been staying behind," Ginny responded.
"You don't understand Ginny, he'll pin us against each other he will destroy us. I can't protect you alone. If you go back you will have your whole family and the Order," Draco rambled.
"Do you really think that leaving you wouldn't destroy me?" Ginny said in a small voice.
Draco said nothing; he turned his back on her and watched the flames flicker in the stone fireplace.
"I can make him trust me. He can see my memories from the past, of what he did- of what we did," Ginny stopped as her dream from just a few short weeks came rushing back to her.
"There is still a chance for you Ginevra, your time will come when you will fight for what is right along my side," Tom said as he closed the space between them, stroking her cheek causing her face to burn.
Ginny recoiled in disgust.
"You will join me Ginevra it is your destiny," Tom whispered, with a smile as he raised his wand.
"Draco, I think I should take him up on his offer, I need to talk to him." Ginny said.
Draco spun around quickly "No!" He said firmly.
"You don't understand Draco, he knew I was coming."
"I'm not letting you be anywhere near him, especially not alone," Draco argued, crossing his arms.
"Then come with me."