Author's Note: Thanks so much for your very encouraging reviews,
Author's Note: Thanks so much for your very encouraging reviews- they make me go faster with my chapters!
Important: Now that I have all of your undivided attention (or I better at least) I would like to explain a couple things about the story. I was questioned by an anonymous reader on why our favorite little lion has suddenly changed so much, and I figured a lot of people may be confused too so I have decided to help you understand a little more.
Well, here are a couple of reasons that were insinuated, though never flat out said, in the story:
Ginny didn't like mudbloods and muggles, something I just thought would be sort of important if she was supposed to have some sort of dark presence (as stated by Dumbledore in chapter one) inside of her. There isn't really a definite reason why she dislikes them except of her being a proud pureblood, but I know I don't like people without a reason so why can't she?
She hates Harry, he pretty much destroyed the few things that were keeping her fighting for freedom, he was supposed to be the hero but he acted more of a villain to her than any of the Death Eaters ever had.
This reason was never really said in the earlier chapters but will be soon so I'll just give a preview on something. The diary did something to her and so did something that happened to her before anyone presently alive in the wizarding world, including her, was even born.
I have some more planned that I just don't feel like writing down, but I think I'll put one or two in this chapter.
CHAPTER FOUR: The Legend
Slowly Ginny let out a shaky breath, slowly she looked around the circular office, and slowly she felt herself fading into darkness.
"Now Ginevra, don't go hurting yourself on me. It is only a matter of time before we will be together again, this time for all of eternity." It was a cold and mocking voice that spoke to her from somewhere in this black veil, but it was an even colder hand that caressed her cheek and neck. "You already promised me yourself. Don't you remember?"
When she came back around she was on the hard wooden floors of a room, she didn't get up as she recalled what that glass orb had told her and what that cold voice had whispered. How had she gotten into this mess? Why had she trusted Snape and his lies? Could she really be more powerful than Voldemort, than Tom? When had she promised herself to anyone? Wasn't Harry meant to kill the man of evil? That was when it struck her, his prophecy had never said he would win only that 'neither can live while the other survives,' so that must mean that he would die at the hands of the bastard that had killed his family and many others. Not that I mind Harry being destroyed or anything, I just don't want to be the one to have face that noseless snake.
Snape was looking down at her calmly, waiting for her to pick herself off the dirty grounds, and then he used his oily voice to address her, "Well we know what option you will choose, don't we? You must love the Dark Lord to ensure his victory. He has been watching you carefully, or rather, been having us watch you carefully. We're pleased to say the least, at how well our Slytherins have slivered their way into your heart."
Blaise was furious, he felt his blood boil even though his features remained cool and composed. He took a calming breath and spoke slowly so he wouldn't reveal his rage, "But, sir, why did you need us here while you told her this?"
Smirking down at his student he responded in a superior tone, "Did you forget the prophecy already, Mister Zabini? It contained a line about the 'remaining eleven.' The Dark Lord and I have reason to believe that you students are part of that group mentioned."
Daphne cleared her throat and asked in a falsely sweet voice, "Please Professor, I don't understand. Why would you say something like that?"
"Because, Miss Greengrass, you all have demonstrated traits that resemble those in the ancient legend, a legend so secret that only a select few have even heard of it. These traits I speak of include your appearances, personality, superiority, how you act, and the way you do things for personal benefits."
The friends all shared a confused look and finally Vincent spoke in the dim voice he used in public, "But I don't understand."
"No, you wouldn't Mister Crabbe. I suppose I can try to explain to you anyway, though how much it will sink is beyond me. It started thousands of years ago, when wizards were first born into this world. As I'm sure you all learned in History of Magic class, no one knows where we came from we just appeared. Well this is not true, we were the first humans on Earth and when our ancestors were cursed with Squibs those few were forced to marry only each other, quickly erasing any magic left in there line, therefore creating muggles."
With a significant pause he saw that he had caught the attention to those around him, "Well slowly we developed our powers and soon were able to advance far beyond any of the accursed muggles had yet, we controlled them as we should. Then the worst and greatest thing happened to us a sorcerer was born and he soon grew to be the most powerful being alive and soon took control of even his own kind. He taught the wizarding world to hate and kill the muggles and they did, or so it seemed."
"You see there was a small rebellion being born, much like the Order of Phoenix of today's time. And to them was born a witch who did not develop her powers until she was in her early twenties but when she did no one could stop her, not even the all powerful wizard. The rebellion taught her the darkest of magic, and trained her to hate the man who was living their lives for them. She couldn't bring herself to though, she came to love him because she had been told to become a spy against this man, and in doing so became close to him.'
"She refused to tell the rebellion his most cruel plans, for years they continued in this way- thinking she was for them and had just not yet ascended to a most trusted spy for the Darkest Prince, which he had come to call himself. However, he soon turned cold to her advances and when he pushed her far enough away she could take it no more and murdered him in his bed where he lay sleeping next to her, she then proceeded to stab herself in the heart."
In an almost sad voice the headmaster continued, "The world became free to do as they wished, the wizards slowly falling away from the muggle world and were soon forgotten. The Darkest Prince was defeated." Quietly Severus continued, "Or so they thought."
The room remained silent, the candlelight flickering through odd potion filled bottles around the room, reflecting against black mirrors, casting dark shadows that seemed to creep across the wooden ground and then retreat. The window showed dark grass, navy skies, hanging stars, and a sliver of the silver moon. The portraits of headmasters were watching and listening in rapt attentiveness, the place where Dumbledore's portrait should have hung was vacant.
Pansy who had more control than anyone else in the room, besides Snape and the Carrows, spoke in a fake high and obnoxious, not to mention whiny, tone, "But, Professor, you said something about us being part of the eleven. That silly little bedtime story didn't mention eleven of anything."
Snape was impatient with her whiny voice but drawled in a very self-confident and superior voice, "Miss Parkinson, this 'silly bedtime story,' as you call it, is happening again, history is repeating itself. Now to shortly explain a long story, the rebellion had an elite circle of eleven and the Darkest Prince's own elite circle was made up of eleven. I am quite confident with you being on the dark side so there will be no accusations or questionings for any of you."
Shell-shocked Ginny could only stare and then something struck her, "But, sir, there aren't eleven others here. I only see seven, shouldn't there be four more?"
In his greasy and slimy voice Snape answered, "Indeed and there are, well not here, but in the castle. After talking to the Dark Lord we have come to believe that the others are Lavender Brown, Luna Lovegood, Millicent Bulstrode, and Seamus Finnigan."
Blaise huffed and Snape looked at him inquiringly, "You have something you'd like to say do you?"
"Yes. Not only do I dislike each of them, one of them is a half-blood whom I will not associate myself with." Blaise spoke with a source of defiance.
Snape simply smirked down at him, "Yes, I understand why you highly dislike the Ravenclaw and Gryffindors, but am I wrong in assuming that Miss Bulstrode is a pureblood Slytherin?"
Draco shook his head and answered for his friend, "You're correct. But Millicent is weird, much more so than Lovegood. You see she doesn't really talk to people a lot, though when she does talk she predicts something from the future and it's always right. Completely weird."
"Exactly why she is suspected to be part of the eleven, on both sides there was a seer. You see a seer is separated from the world like no one else, or have you seen Professor Trelawny getting along with others from the staff?"
"Still, you don't honestly expect us to get along with those four do you? Brown is absolutely horrid and Finnigan is a half-blood. I cannot be seen with them, especially not after I've pretty much left Gryffindor." Ginny was scowling at Snape, trying to put on a brave face while her stomach was twisting.
"Actually I do expect you to 'get along' with these students, the future of the wizarding world is hanging on it, or do you want our Lord to be destroyed?" Snape's hard stare was commanding and Ginny found herself staring at the polished wooden floor mumbling a quiet decline.
"Severus, it's time for their bedtimes. I think we can let them out for now." Alecto words slid through the air as they made their way to Snape.
"Yes, you're quite right. We shall send a letter to you when we have the finer details worked out." His greasy hand reached out holding a long, thin wand, he flicked it and the doors opened wide, an obvious dismissal.
When they had safely reached the snake pit they sank into the leather seats at the same time, Ginny noticing how Blaise and Draco both draped their warm arms around her shoulders.
Suddenly Ginny sank her face into her hands and asked through her fingers almost silently, "Why? Why did I go along with this? Why do you care about helping me?"
After looking worriedly around at each other thinking the same thing 'We can't tell her yet, lie to her at all costs.' In a soothing voice Pansy said, "You wouldn't, no you couldn't understand."
Ginny had missed the exchange of her friends and choked out, again through her fingers, "Then help me understand!"
"We can't." Blaise and Draco exchanged glances after they spoke in synchronism, and then looked sadly down at their new project.
"Then how can I trust you? Why should I trust you? You never even told me that!" Ginny was close to hysterics and Gregory had to think fast so that he could throw up a silencing shield around them so that none of the other Slytherins could crawl out of bed to find out, in their own methods, what was happening.
"Hush, love, hush. You have no other choice now, you got to trust us. Why should you believe a story no one has proven true?" Draco was rubbing her back consolingly but she yanked out of his grasp and shouted at him and the others,
"No! I know it's true! I feel it's true! Lies aren't that perfectly thought out, there is always a loop in a lie, this one has none! I've gone through this over and over again since Snape," she hissed out his name venomously, "told us that legend, and it is perfectly tied without a way out!"
Suddenly Theodore smirked at his fiery friend and said to her in a overly calm and confident voice, "Who needs a loophole when you can just as easily cut that knot from your life?"
Suddenly the whole atmosphere feel seemed ten times less heavy, except for Ginevra who was looking more confused than ever. "But that's impossible!"
"Oh little Red, you seem to be forgetting something. We always get what we want and we want this, more than anything- or almost anything." Blaise had dragged her back down onto the couch between him and his lover, and whispered seductively into her ear, "You see, what I want most is you and Draco. Forever and eternity."
Draco leaned in and breathed into her other ear, "It's true, love. We are getting seemingly lonelier each day with only each other; there is something incomplete within us. The day you opened up to us you opened up a piece of my heart too and it's waiting for you to come inside."
Ginny suddenly shivered and realized she had been slowly falling for one or the other, maybe even both, for a while now. They seemed so perfect together, the darkness of Blaise with his ever bright blue eyes and the lightness of Draco with his constantly stormy grey eyes. They contrasted so much yet they completed one another, how could she complete a piece of these two Slytherin Legends' hearts? Softly she answered them, "If you are sure I won't screw anything up then I'll gladly fill you."
Under his breath Theodore muttered, "Or have them fill you more likely than not. Lucky bastards." He was quickly elbowed in the ribs on either side by Pansy and Daphne, who were smiling as their plan fell into place, though feeling guilt for lying about something so important.
Again whispering into her ear Blaise said in a much lower voice than before, "Stay here tonight. Stay with Draco and I."
"I-I don't know." Ginny had to choke this out before her resolve sank inside her forever.
Draco bit her earlobe and said quietly inside her ear, "You don't have to do anything with us. Just stay. Please stay."
Ginny shivered at the nibble and felt her head nod and she felt herself being picked up by strong dark arms and she gladly rested her head against his chest. She was exhausted and needed to sleep but apparently these boys would have none of that and when they opened the door to the room it wasn't the same one that Ginny had wakened in a while ago, it seemed to be a room between Blaise's and Draco's, one they used when they stayed the night together.
"We need to talk." Blaise said to her as she raised herself from the soft bed into a sitting position, facing the two men who told her they wanted her forever.
"Can't it wait 'till morning?" Ginny couldn't keep the whine from her voice.
Draco shook his head and said, "I'm sorry."
Nodding her she waited for one of them to speak and it was Blaise's deep, baritone voice that sounded off first. "Well, you see Red, we don't know how exactly this will work in. We have been planning on coming out this year before we left, or at least coming out to the rest of the school as the Slytherins have long known- Blaise and I have been having trouble controlling our emotions during passing periods. We don't want to push you though."
Laughing lightly at his concern Ginny shook her head and said to him in a falsely superior voice, "I am Ginevra Weasley and you seem to think I will have a problem with dating two gays? Really, honestly?"
Draco raised an eyebrow and spoke, "I seem to have forgotten your past relationships, it makes me shudder. I guess this really is a few steps up from them."
"Exactly. So why not make things sooner than later?" Ginny was actually scared of the rest of the school but knew this would help her get out of loving Voldemort if she loved them first.
Blaise cocked his head to his left and said slowly and worriedly at the same time as looking excited, "How soon?"
"Tomorrow?" Ginny reveled in their dropped jaws and wide eyes.
Shaking his head as if it would help him clear his mind Blaise said, "Well, I think the other houses must have been suspecting something for a while now. Perhaps tomorrow would be good. Anyway I think the rest of the school has been bored with our absent behavior of surprise. What do you say Drakie?"
"Ugh, Drakie? Please no. I say you two are crazy as you haven't added in the Voldemort factor yet, Ginevra is supposed to fall madly in love with him. Bwaisie."
"Really Draco? Bwaisie? Couldn't you come up with something more creative? Sometimes I can hardly believe you can rile up so many Gryffs with your insults." Blaise only shook his head in mock disbelief. "But about the 'Voldemort factor,' as you so cleverly put it, is probably going to be a problem, a big one too. Any ideas either of you?"
Ginevra spoke without hesitating, "You two can go ahead and come out, though probably not tomorrow on secodn thoughts, then when it is apparent that I'm going to fucking slaughter Voldemort then I can push the school of balance by openly dating both of you. Now shut it both of you. I'm tired and had a bitch of a day so let's go to sleep now."
"Whatever you say, Princess." Blaise gave her a bow and began to get into the bed, after he waved his 14 inch mahogany wand, with a sliver of basilisk scale, to magically change their school robes into a silky green nightdress for Ginevra and silky black pants for the boys.
"Not that again." Ginny rolled her eyes while rolling the soft material between her fingertips. Draco looked curious between the two of them and before he could ask Ginny answered, "You will not know about it so don't even bother asking."
"Alright." Draco climbed gently into the bed on the right side up Ginny, Blaise was already curled up on her other side. Slowly he brushed a hand over her face and pushed a strand of fire behind her ear. She smiled sweetly at him and laid her face on his shoulder and felt Blaise's arm snake around her waist and she intertwined her fingers with his that lay softly on her side.
"Goodnight." By the time Blaise had whispered it in her ear, Ginny was long asleep and the shadows had distorted the room. He was forced to fall asleep knowing that his lies were being taken by Ginny like a hungry child takes the food any stranger hands to them. She greedily believed it because she had no more faith in the rest of the world and was looking for the hope that one day her life would be resurrected from the ashes, much like a phoenix's own.
Only a little distance away from the dark seventh year a fair one lay thinking similar thoughts, the guilt eating his insides away. He wanted to stop this masquerade so that masks would be set aside and the girl that deserved Prince Charming could see how the ones who pronounced their love to her were really pronouncing their will to survive a war. Maybe one day, just maybe, he could look into this fiery angel's eyes and see that he could love her.
In the morning Ginevra woke with two sets of arm resting around her stomach and a head pressed protectively against her shoulder. Two different scents of cologne, that were remnants from yesterday, met her freckled nose.
"Morning," Draco's tired voice was whispered into the cold air. His eyes glanced at Blaise's head softly pressed against her shoulder, then he smirked as he set his lips close to Blaise's ear and said in a loud voice, "Rise and shine, sleepyhead!"
Blaise mumbled into Ginny's emerald green nightdress and simply wrapped his strong arms tighter around her small waist, refusing to repeat what he had mumbled.
In a seductively low and husky voice Ginny said, "Oh but aren't you hungry? Breakfast only lasts a little longer, don't want to miss it do you?"
"I'll miss the Quidditch World Cup if it means I get to stay in bed with you using that voice on me." His head had risen about an inch above Ginny's shoulder so his words could be made out this time.
"Too bad," with that said, Draco rolled him off the mattress. Ginny rolled her eyes and looked around the elegant room. Its high ceiling were constructed from a sort of white stone, carvings of angels intertwined with demons in a deadly battle adorned the sparkly white. Along the dark green walls there were paintings of various famous wizards sitting in expensive frames, many seemed to be from the Malfoy and Zabini lines.
"Okay, okay I'm up, let's just go eat." Blaise picked himself up and spoke aloud to the room, "Any house-elf that hears me, bring Ginevra cleans school robes and her supplies."
After the three had dressed and grabbed their bags they left the bedroom and Slytherin common room.
"I hate Mondays." Ginny said as she walked linked between the two boys.
Blaise smiled at her, "Mondays are my favourites. They're so refreshing."
Ginny looked dumbfounded up at him and spoke in a surprised voice, "WHY!?"
"Geez, I'm just kidding." Blaise laughed as she playfully smacked his arm. They entered the Great Hall, with their serious masks, no longer linked.
When they reached the table Theo raised his eyebrows in their direction. "You aren't really going leave me hanging are you? I mean I need those juicy details that would drive any respectable girl red."
Ginny looked at him seriously and said to him in a smug voice, "Well first off it was just me and Draco then Blaise got below me and it was a threesome. Those are just the important things, the other little things aren't necessary."
Theodore looked wide-eyed between them while Draco hid behind a linen napkin as he laughed. Blaise said just as calmly as Ginny had, "Well I mean the little things she's telling you about are just the locker room details, blow-jobs, hand-jobs, the like."
Finally Draco couldn't help himself and laughed aloud, which drew attention from the table beside them, shocked to hear a Malfoy make a noise other than his drawl, when he saw their looks he sneered at them and they looked away hurriedly. "Theo, maybe you shouldn't believe everything our not so noble Gryffindor says."
"Yeah, probably a good idea, though I wish she was telling the truth right now." Theo winked in her direction and she answered with a roll of her eyes.
Vincent looked at him and added with his masculine voice, "You little horn dog."
Theodore grinned and shrugged his shoulders, "Well, she's a purty little thing."
Ginevra shook her head and started a conversation with Daphne and Pansy about how The Weird Sisters' music had been going downhill for a while. The guys picked up a conversation on how they couldn't wait for the Quidditch season to start so they could beat Gryffindor that year.
Ginny took a sip of her pumpkin juice when the mail came in, the Daily Prophet landing in front of her. After paying the brown barn owl she untied the newspaper and looked at the front cover in shock. "Oh fuck. Guys, look at this."
They leaned across the table and looked at the paper, all of them taking in the photo of the Durmstang and Beaxbaton schools, each with a different Ministry official in front of them. The headline read, "Wizarding Schools Given New Headmasters, Lestrange Brothers Taking Over."
"What do you guys think is going to happen?" Pansy looked worried as she said this shakily.
"I don't know Pans, something bad. Those two are crazy, they'll do anything for the Voldemort." Gregory looked at Pansy seriously and tried not to sound too panicked so she wouldn't worry more than she had to.
Author's Note: I hate computers, they suck a lot. Well mine is still broke, I was only able to get this chapter up because I had it at my friend's house where she let me type it up and post it, I'm really sorry about the delays- I'm honestly working hard to get the dumb thing to work! But once again I need you're feedback because it's really important to me and I read and appreciate each review!
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