Sorry, y'all, I hit a major writer's block and had to rework my entire ending. That's the reason for the long hiatus. Please forget everything about animagus and stuff, the necklace is nothing more than a well-thought-out token of affection. Again, sowwies :(
Ginny sat in her dark cell in the same position as before, but now praying with all her being that the dark would never end. Her prayers were answered with a "no", however, and her heart sank as the door again materialized and Lucius Malfoy again appeared in the doorway.
She was dragged through passageways without a word until they arrived in another cell, though this one was lighted with four torches of fiendfyre. Ginny was thrown to the floor, and Lucius turned to seal the door. Then he whirled back around and smiled at Ginny with a feral look in his eyes. He strode towards her, emanating the aura of a hunter cornering its prey.
Lucius leaned down and grabbed big handfuls of red hair. He pulled the frightened girl to her feet until her face was inches from his own. He viciously kissed her, teeth tearing her soft lips until blood sprang up. He then pulled her into some perverse version of a hug, buried his face into her neck, and whispered into her ear, punctuating his words with harsh bites that broke the skin.
"I know that Draco has told you all about me, about this." He pulled hard on her hair, eliciting a yelp of pain as Ginny unwillingly exposed her neck to his teeth. She knew what was coming now. She suspected before that he would do this to her, but now she knew.
"You've been bad, sneaking around with Draco behind my back. You must be punished. You know how my punishments work, don't you?" He hissed in her ear as she whimpered softly.
"Crucio"
Ginny went limp with pain, her body twitching involuntarily. Lucius held her up buy the shoulders and kissed her again brutally, practically drinking up the blood he had exposed earlier.
He let the curse run its course through Ginny's body as he raped her, only lifting it fifteen minutes later as he strode from the room, leaving her weak, bleeding and bruised, huddled in a heap against the wall where he had taken her.
The Burrow's state of distress was the only similarity to be drawn to Ginny's silent shame in the darkened cell. There was a golden glow that gave the flurry of frenzied activity a dreamlike quality as the girl's distressed loved ones acted on the autopilot that had been perfected by so many raids, rescues, and recons. The entire troupe: Ron, Hermione, Harry, the twins, Bill, and hurriedly gathered in the kitchen and apparated as one to the doorstep of Grimmauld Place.
As soon as they entered through the door they were met with a very similar whirlwind as aurors, buth known and unknown, threw various items on the table there. Blueprints of the Malfoy house, old reports on the history of each room and what it was used for, how to get through the wards, where to avoid, where anybody had been in at all in the past week, and a blank blueprint that Moody immediately charmed to show everywhere Ginny's presence had been known. Then he cast a spell that effectively combined all of the aforementioned information onto the last map, and also the same spell used on the Maurauder's map. The result was an almost complete cheat code to Malfoy Manor.
"We all set?" growled Moody as he gathered the chart in his arms. "Good. On the count of three. One-" He was cut off by Hermione's voice ringing out from beneath the table.
"No we're not!" She scuffed out from under a bench, a parchment grasped in her hand. Standing up she said, "This fell on the ground in the commotion. Read it." Moony snatced the paper from her, irritated. Then a shadow crossed his face and he sighed.
"We can't go now. How could I have forgotten? No matter how prepared we are, we can't get in unless we have somebody who's magical signature is keyed into the wards." Ron, brilliant as ever, piped up.
"Well, what does that mean?"
"We need the Malfoy boy."
Worlds away in a warm, safe, cozy burrow, a pale blond boy was tossing around on a rickety old sofa. His soft moans were barely audible, and were overpowered by the vehement conversation taking place in the kitchen.
"Ginny…"
"Mum, we NEED him! We can't get past the wards or find our way around that place without an insider!"
"He's too weak, he can barely even sit up on his own. You can have him as soon as he downs those other three potions in half an hour!"
"Please. Hold on. I will never let you fall, Ginny."
"Your DAUGHTER is at stake here! Malfoy could be doing ANYTHING to her right now!"
"You think I don't know this!? He is physically incapable of helping right now! Look at him! Do you think he can even walk right now!?"
There was a long pause. The only sounds were Draco's murmurings, which had become unintelligible from the distance of even twenty feet. Suddenly Hermione's voice piped up.
"Dobby!"
"What!? What's he got to do with anything?"
"Dobby! Don't you remember, Ron? It's been so long that even I had forgotten for a while, but Dobby used to be the Malfoy's house elf! He knows his way around the place, and House Elves can't be stopped by any wards!"
"Hermione, you're brilliant!"
"Harry, one if your voicing that sentiment did ANYTHING at all, I'd be smarter than Dumbledore and more powerful than Merlin himself."
"No need to get snappy, Hermione, it was a compliment"
"Ron, now you're the one being snappy!"
"Guys! Both of you! I know tensions are high, and-"
"Hush up, all of you, and go get my daughter!"
"Oh. Right."
There were several loud simultaneous cracks, and then Mrs. Weasley bustled through the door and over to where Draco was still turning around. He had fallen silent, but he looked even paler, if that was possible. Mrs. Weasley looked at the clock, then Draco, then the potions.
"Ah, bag it all."
She grabbed the potion vial and moved it to Draco's lips, but as soon as it touched his mouth, he violently spasmed, sending the vial crashing to the floor.
After a few long moments, Mrs. Weasley slowly pulled out her wand and used it to repair the broken vial and to siphon the potion back into it.
She carefully poured it down Draco's throat, then reached for the other two.
The second the last potion went down, Draco sat up suddenly, his strength returned. He stared at Mrs. Weasley for a while, trying to think of something to say. There wasn't much that came to mind, considering that this was the mother of the girl who had rescued him from depression, and who had received nothing in return but to be whisked away to the dungeons of a madman, who happened to be his father, and who had beaten and raped her – shut up!, Draco told his spinning mind.
He couldn't think about that right now. She was fine, her rescuers were coming. She would be here soon, where he could hold her and make everything better, just like a fairy tale, although fairy tales don't usually involve being violently abused like Ginny had, though… I SAID shut UP!
Draco REALLY had to stop thinking like this. It was what had made his depression so much worse before; looking at everything so cynically while it still cut him so deeply. His mind's stark rendition was like pouring lemon juice over a wound. Which he had done before, on many occasions. Draco raised his hand to his chest for his razor, but it wasn't there.
"Um, Mrs. Weasley?"
"Yes, dearie?"
Draco blinked, taken aback at the casual use of the endearment, then asked, a bit awkwardly, because only Ginny knew about the necklace,
"Um, I've really got to stop saying um, Where is my… my necklace?"
"Here you go, dear."
Mrs. Weasley handed Draco the chain, but there was no razor hanging from it.
"Where is the razor!?" Draco asked, more than a little miffed.
"To be honest, dear, I didn't think it was a good idea to let you keep it, considering the fact that you are quite obviously using it to hurt yourself."
"All right, keep it for now, but only because there are more important things going on. I'll want it back sooner or later."
"I don't-"
"Let's not get into this right now, alright? I don't want to be arguing with you when Ginny gets here"
Mrs. Weasley sighed, recognizing the end of the conversation. Draco moved to get up, wincing slightly as he stood.
"On second thought, where are they now? They need me to get through the wards."
"They have Dobby, dearie, they'll be fine." Draco sighed, exasperated.
"How is the elf going to be able to do ANYTHING to help?"
Mrs. Weasley fought and failed from keeping the confusion from showing on her face.
"I thought that house elves can get through any wards."
Draco threw his hands in the air.
"What are they, a bunch of morons? I thought Hermione was smarter than that!Of course the ELF can get through the wards. But he can't-"
Several loud pops sounded out.
"-bring the-"
Loud footsteps approached and entered the door.
"-Order-"
Every member of the rescue team stormed into the room.
"-With him."
Mrs. Weasley surveyed the frustrated faces and said, "point taken."
Draco shrugged on his robe that was lying on the foot of his bed, wincing as it slid over his battered shoulders.
"Alright, kids, you ready to play with the big boys?"
His tone was reminiscent of 'the old days' when there was a daily battle of the wits between the Golden Trio and the Prince of Slytherin.
Hermione huffed indignantly, but nonetheless kept her mouth shut as she turned and apparated with the rest of them. Mrs. Malfoy was left standing alone next to the transfigured couch, a huff caught in her throat as she said aloud, "I never said he was fit to leave."