"We don't want to wait any longer, we want to be initiated now." Ginny spoke, addressing Voldemort's back.
"Your loyalty is touching, but forgive me you see I don't fully trust you," Voldemort's responded from where he stood in front of the large double windows in the study of Malfoy Manor.
"My lord-"Draco began, but stopped when Voldemort raised a hand to silence him.
"Young Draco, I don't doubt your loyalty, it is in your blood. Yet I do not trust you," Voldemort said, in a voice that made the hair on Ginny's neck stand up.
"I'm wondering Draco, how far you would go to prove your loyalty," Voldemort chuckled, turning to face them.
Ginny sucked in her breath, but she would not show her fear, not now, not anymore.
"My lord?" Draco responded, his face and voice both calm and unreadable.
"It is not love that brought young Ginevra here," Voldemort addressed him, as he crossed the room towards him, so that his red fiery eyes met the swimming orbs of his gray ones.
"But of course she hasn't told you that," Voldemort continued with a small smile. "Yes she loves you, but she needed you, not for you but for your power," Voldemort whispered.
"Tell me Ginevra how long have the dreams called to you? How long have you searched, how long until you figured out what blood runs in your veins?" Voldemort said turning his gaze on her sharply.
"And why, Ginevra did it take you this long?" he asked, running his bony fingers across her jaw.
He turned suddenly, heading back to the large window.
"You surprise me Ginevra, I would want to know instantly. I found out everything I could instantly. But you already know that. Tell me, why did it take you so long before you wanted answers?" Voldemort ask curiously.
"Stop," Ginny whispered quietly.
"Ahh, but you do know then don't you?" Voldemort's voice came from inside Ginny's head.
Ginny brought both hands up to cradle her head, as his voice boomed inside. Draco moved instantly, standing by her side, his hands hovering around her. His concerned gaze, and his panicked voice were miles away.
"And it scares you, it goes against everything you know. And yet you feel like you're finally whole," his voice caressed inside her head.
"Stop!" Ginny said fiercely, knocking his voice out.
Draco came into focus them, his hands on her shoulders as he watched her with curiosity and concern.
"It will be done tonight, you will help with a raid on the order," Voldemort said in a crisp voice, indicating that the meeting was over.
"This is my fault." Harry said as paced around one of the small sitting rooms in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix
Hermione said nothing as she sat on the couch trying to escape in her book.
Ron on the other hand, was staring at Harry with is mouth hanging open.
"She's been in love with me since she met me, I should have known she would get with Malfoy for my attention. But for him to kidnap her and bring her to the death eaters-"
Hermione closed her book with a snap, cutting Harry off.
"Harry shut up!" Hermione stammered.
"Hermione," Ron gasped.
"She's right Harry," Fred spoke as he stepped into the room.
"You're no different than the next bloke with a scar and glasses," George added, following closely behind his twin.
"Ginny hasn't been in love with you for a long time," Hermione sighed ignoring the twins. "Being with Draco has nothing to do with you," Hermione added.
"Hermione I know you're upset, she was one of your best friends, but really-"Ron started.
"But really she was in love with Draco," Hermione snapped.
"Draco?" Ron asked raising his eyebrows.
"Since when have you taken to calling that git by his first name?" Harry asked as stopped pacing and turned to face Hermione.
"Since I saw how much he loved Ginny," Hermione responded, staring at her two friends, daring them to defy her.
"You can't really think that," Ron mumbled.
"You weren't there, none of you were there for her," She said fixing the boys with a glare.
"Fine she loved him, so much she ran off with him to join the dark lord?" Harry asked as he forced out a laugh.
"You don't understand!" Hermione cried getting up off the couch.
"She did it to protect him," Luna said softly.
All five sets off eyes turned to face Luna, who has sat their quietly throughout the whole thing.
"He didn't want to become like his father," Luna added smiling up at all three of them.
They said nothing, as they all stared at Luna in shock, trying to comprehend what she was saying.
"I don't understand," Ron said exasperated.
"I do," Mr. Weasley said from the door.
Mr. Weasley walked into the room and stopped in front of the fire. The light of the fire made him look much older than he actually was, and dark bags shone out from underneath his heavily lidded eyes.
"Dad?" Ron asked even more confused.
Harry and Hermione sensing something was wrong both took a seat back down on the couch opposite Ron and Luna.
"You're sister. Ginny, well she was adopted," He spoke, turning to face the fire.
The room was silent except for the crackling of the fire.
"We had always wanted a girl, your mother and I. And we had tried for so long; we had almost given up hope." Mr. Weasley stopped for a moment, but no one interrupted him.
"Then Dumbledore came, and told us there had been an accident, and he had a baby girl that needed protection, that needed a home, it had to be kept quiet. Just Molly, Dumbledore and Professor Snape knew. He told us she had no living relatives, but that people would come looking for her," Mr. Weasley finished turning to look at them all.
"We couldn't tell you, we couldn't tell anyone, we grew to love her as our own, she looked just like us and it was more than we could have hoped for. But still we couldn't tell anyone, not even her. We had to keep it quiet to protect her," He said as he watched his sons, willing them to understand.
"You keep saying that," Harry said breaking the silence. "Protect her. Protect her from what?" He asked.
"From her family," Mr. Weasley answered.
"But you said she had no family," Hermione spoke up.
"That's what we all had been told, Molly and I had never questioned it. We never pried into her heritage, Dumbeldore told us the more questions we asked the more people we would attract," Mr. Weasley answered.
"Then why are you telling us?" the twins asked together, their expressions defeated.
"We we never questioned it, until she was taken into the chamber." Mr. Weasley added.
"The chamber?"
"We didn't think anything of it at first. Until much later when-"
"When the nightmares started," Ron whispered quietly.
Everyone turned to look at him.
"I used to hear her sometimes, in the middle of the night. I wanted to ask, to help her. But the next day she'd act like she hadn't spent half the night screaming in her sleep. Ginny had always been so strong, I never saw her cry-" Ron clarified softly.
"Who were they then, her parents?" Bill asked, speaking for the first time, his eyes glued on his father.
"Dumbledore was never quite sure, all he knew was she was the last descendant from Salazar Slytherin." Mr. Weasley said softly.
"Was?" Harry asked.
"Until you-know-who came back." Mr. Weasley answered.