Eleven Years Later
The sun was getting lower as the day began to die. The smell of the villagers preparing evening meals floated through the sky. There was defiantly a homely feel to the area. But for one woman all this meant nothing. She wouldn't be home until she had settled one thing.
Ginny had stopped just short of the large metal gates. It was strange that the house was fenced in, almost like nobody was suppose to enter. There was the feeling of malice surrounding it. Small shivers ran down her back.
Her mind told her to forget this idea and just leave. The vines filled with grapes that lined the road back to the village called to her. They told her it was safe to head that way. But her heart was winning over her head like always. It needed to know the truth so that it could begin to mend.
Stepping forward Ginny sensed a barrier. Something told her that to try and enter through the gate without invitation was pointless. There was strong magic guarding it. Bill's words of a wizard buying the property were true on that point, but still the identity could be wrong.
Looking around she thought of appariting onto the property. But even as she thought it the idea began to slip from her head. If the owner had set up a barrier on the gate there was probably anti-apparition spells on the ground. She would have to do this the muggle way.
She couldn't help but smile at that thought. As a child Fred and George had always claimed it important to know the muggle tricks. They had said that maybe they would come in useful. She certainly had needed everything she had learnt.
The witch in her was telling her that she should try and break the spell. But her common sense told her there were other ways. Walking around the wall she spotted a tree and grinned. A very muggle tradition.
Grabbing hold of the lower branches she swung herself up into the air. Her childhood had been filled with this. Climbing trees. When she had gone to Hogwarts though she had discovered that she had been one of the few to do such things. Wizarding children it seemed had better things to do. But she had watched Alysia and Ralph do the same thing along with the other children. Climbing trees was defiantly a muggle trait.
With a lot of effort Ginny made it to the wall surrounding the gardens. Her mouth dropped a little as she looked inside. Bill had told her it was a cottage and from the valley that's how it appeared. But it was nothing like a cottage. It was a villa.
The house looked like it had been plastered on the outside. There were no signs of brickwork at all. All that she could see was a salmon pink house. Against the wall were little windows each with white shutters linked to them. It was just the most darling place she had seen, so much better than Bill's.
The garden too was just magical. It was multi layered. Going still up into the hills was a rising green lawn. It was littered with plant life and looked the wildest part of the grounds. On the same level as the house was a patio area. There was a table with a few chairs surrounding it. Ginny could just imagine sitting out there in the nights with friends and family.
But what really amazed her was on the level below the house. There was a gigantic swimming pool. It was as long as the length of the garden. But at one end it became circular in shape. It was just amazing. Ginny couldn't help but wonder what kind of wizard lived like this. It had to be someone who was rich and considered himself to be sophisticated and classy. Honestly she could just picture Draco in this surrounding, if he were alive.
Suddenly what Ginny was doing felt wrong. She should just go back to the gate and call to the owner. Ask him to come out and see her so that she knew it wasn't Draco. She couldn't jump over the wall. This belonged to somebody and what right did she have to intrude.
As she thought it though she lost her footing on the tree and began to fall. As she hit the ground she rolled towards the house. A buzzing sounded around her and she knew it was a security measure. Fighting some unknown force she tried to stand. She couldn't though.
"Qui êtes-vous et que faites-vous ici?"
The voice that spoke was hard. There was a tone to it that said I'm not to be messed with. Ginny though missed all this as chills ran through her. It was the voice that was making her react. She remembered it so well, only it was usually much softer for her.
"Répondez-moi!"
Whatever had been holding Ginny in place was lifted. Ever so slowly she stood up and looked into the grey eyes of her once fiancé. In that moment her world came crashing to an end. Everything had been a lie…