A/N- CHAPTER THREE! AHHH!

So first of all I know it did take me longer than I expected to write this one. Writers block's a bitch... Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one... I worked hard (:

Disclaimer: The Characters belong to J.K Rowling, and the song in the begining, "If only" belongs to "Fiction Plane", from the soundtrack of the movie "Holes".

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The old man's been stealing
She's holding her grievance for a hundred-odd years
We all keep believing
That history repeats itself year after year

A tear slid down Ginerva Weasley's cheek as she sang. She sang quietly, barely a whisper, almost ghost like. The song, one her mother had sung to her years ago, when she was a young girl, was embedded deep into Ginny's mind. The words swam before her, like memories, of all that was lost, and all that was oh so far away from reach.

All I fear is that the future is worse
We have to give in to the hundred-year curse
Sweat in the sun like we're digging a grave
Dig deep enough and our fortune we'll save

She blinked as another tear escaped. She loathed this. These tears. Those memories. The pain in her heart, so deep, it burned.

If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs,
The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,
As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
He cries to the moon, if only, if only.

It was raining. How fitting. It seemed the skies were shedding tears with her. Perhaps they could feel her pain?

Chasing the skirt of a beautiful wife
You make mistakes and it's my back that breaks
And forever my past steals my life
To submission I'm beat but there's hope beneath these feet

As she sat on her small cot, staring out the minuscule window, hugging her knees to her chest, the sobs racked through Ginny Weasley. It seemed all she could do was cry today. All the tears she had held on to these past two years seemed to be slipping out lately.

Blisters and blood and the sun makes you blind
You don't let it eat 'til it can't help but be kind
Cause you know what's important with your back to the wall
You can break metal chains when your friends don't let you fall

But why today, out of the blue? It must have been her dream. It had shaken her to the core. But it wasn't exactly a dream, it was memories, flashing, forming her life.

If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs,
The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,
As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
He cries to the moon, If only, if only.

Youthful games of backyard Quidditch with her brothers, her mother's cooking, her father's muggle infatuation, her jealousy of her brother's going to Hogwarts, the joy of getting her own letter, her first and traumatic year at school, the following years bringing joy, yet horrific events, her first kiss, finally having Harry Potter notice her, dating him, Dumbledore's death, the last kiss she shared with Harry, Bill and Fleur's wedding, Harry, Ron and Hermione leaving for their mission, Snape's and the Carrows horrible reign at school, Ginny dropping out from Hogwarts and going in to hiding with her family, joining the Order, countless hours of training and missions, getting captured, Azkaban, and lastly Malfoy Manor.

I'm a sword but I find myself blunt
And that is no use when I'm fighting my history,
Fighting my history
I have no blade, I'm more like a feather
That is no use when I'm fighting my history,
Fighting my history
I have no blade, I'm more like a feather
But I can't fly away when I'm fighting myself

The flashes of memories ended at the Ball that had occurred the previous night, and that's when the dream had turned into a nightmare.

If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs,
The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,
As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
He cries to the moon, If only, if only.

The graveyard was silent. Cold. And completely pitch black.

Ginny stood still. How could she move, in this complete darkness?

She knew she was in a graveyard. She didn't know how she knew, because it was impossible to see anything in this blackest of nights, but she knew.

But then suddenly, there was a light. Or was it? No, it was a tombstone, of shinning white marble. It was large, and not too far from where Ginny stood. Curiosity took over, and Ginny found herself slowly approaching the shining white stone.

Upon reaching it, Ginny studied the engraved words carefully, and screamed once she comprehended their meaning.

They read-

Here lie-

Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter.

May they rot in hell.

No. This could not be! A trick surely! Ginny did not want to believe those words. They were poison, killing all hope and happiness she had left.

And then, before she could even scream, the graveyard was filled with laughter. High pitched, and chilling to the very soul. It was Him. But no, this was not who she had expected.

This was not the Tom she had come to know, but Voldemort. Tall, his skin so pale it glowed, and his bright red eyes, narrowed. Behind him, stood none other than Draco Malfoy, hair slicked back as he used to wear it when he was younger. His eyes gleamed with malice, and his lips were turned to a cruel, cold smile.

Ginny shivered.

Before she could draw a breath, the pair drew their wands, training them at her heart.

And with a joined whisper of the most unforgivable of curses, and a sudden green light, all was lost.

If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs,
The bark on the trees was as soft as the skies,
As the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
He cries to the moon, If only, if only.

Indeed, Ginny had awakened that dawn in a cold sweat, and with the song her mother had sung long ago filling her mind. She had showered, long, to try and wash the dangerous dream from her mind.

And then, the crying had started. Uncontrollably, and irrationally, but once it had started it could not be stopped.

So now, Ginny tried to assess the time. She had woken extremely early, but a few hours had past by now, and surely, Heller the house elf would be popping into her room shortly, to wake her, and give her the list of tasks to be done today.

Taking a deep breath, she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. She had to get her act together. She had to be in control of her emotions. She had to get a way out of this bloody house already! Away from all these murderers. These Death Eaters.

Another shaky breath. Another shudder. She got up slowly. She dressed in the fabric that was supposedly called a dress. She went to the bathroom and washed her face.

Pop.

Oh, so indeed, Heller had arrived.

"Miss Ginny?" He called out, his voice squeaking, making Ginny's already painful head throb once more. Damn it.

"I'm in the loo Heller," She called back softly, "just please leave the task list on my bed."

"Yes Miss Ginny." A quick scuffle, and a crack. He was gone.

Ginny rubbed her eyes, and returned into her small room. She picked up the parchment placed on her cot. Bloody hell, the list was especially long today. Ginny longed to collapse into more tears, just from the sheer frustration of this whole situation, but this was not who Ginny was.

She was strong, and she'd be damned if she let a nightmare break her. It was all right to cry once in a while, but she could allow it no more. She had to focus on getting out of this hellhole, and brooding would do nothing to help. Ginny grabbed the parchment and stuffed it into her apron pocket. She pulled her long red mane into a loose ponytail.

One last shaky breath. To Relax. Breathe.

And without glancing back at her current sanctuary, Ginny exited swiftly, off to start another day of work, for the devil himself.

It burned.

Fire, so hot that it was cold, traveling with lightning speed, and at the same time not traveling at all. His arm burned, possibly worse than ever before.

Draco Malfoy woke with a start. His arm seared painfully. Clutching it to his chest, he grabbed his wand from his bedside table. He tossed the thick sheets off of him, and with a swift movement, was out of bed.

He rushed to his large walk in closet, and threw on the blackest of all his robes. His Death Eater robes. He grabbed the mask, skull like and sickly white, from where it sat, hidden from sight.

Wincing as his arm burned once more, he slipped on the mask, his mask, and clutched his wand tighter. He tapped it lightly on his left forearm, the one that seared with an unworldly heat, and with the familiar sensation of being squeezed into a tube, he was transported.

He had been summoned.

The air whooshed back into his lungs, and he breathed in deeply, relishing the way his lungs expanded. He hated apparating. He looked around to where he had been called. It was a field. Large, white flowers everywhere. Didn't seem like the usual meeting place for the Dark Lord's servants. Draco's lip curled at the thought of being considered a servant.

He was not alone. Dozens of robbed and masked men stood, already forming a circle, the Dark Lords closest circle of followers. A considerably soft pop sounded near Draco, and he turned to see the arriver. Immediately, he recognized the man as his father. Although the mask hid his face, the hair, the stature, and just the way he held himself left no room for doubt.

Lucius nodded, at recognition of his son. "Good morning Draco," He said coolly, as the pair walked towards the circle.

"Good morning father. I trust you had a good night?"

"Indeed." Lucius replied.

They broke apart, and each took their places in the circle. Draco nodded in greeting to Blaise, who stood on his left. Theodore Nott was on his right. There was light chatter among the circle, but Draco did not speak. He was too tired, and he knew the Dark Lord would arrive soon, and they would have to shut it anyway.

Just as Draco had predicted, it was only a moment later when the tall figure of the Dark Lord approached. He was wearing long, billowing robes of black, similar to their own, but these were more majestic, royal. A hush fell over they circle, as they knelt when he arrived. Draco hated kneeling before anybody, but to disrespect the Dark Lord, was suicide. He knelt with everyone else, and bowed his head, hiding his grimace from all eyes.

"Rise." Called Voldemort, his voice raspy, and yet high pitched. Chilling.

Obediently his followers rose, keeping silence. Their leader had brought them here for a reason. He was about to speak.

"My loyal servants," He began, "I welcome you here today under happy circumstances! After many months of searching, we have finally discovered the whereabouts of the few remaining Aurors that had escaped. We believe that they know the location of the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters! Once we know the location, we shall attack, and we shall win. All forms of resistance shall be quenched, and they will all worship and obey us. We shall truly own the Wizarding World!"

Finishing his speech, he was greeted by a loud round of applause, whistles, and general voicing of agreement. The Dark Lord smiled, approvingly. His smile was more frightening than his glare.

"My Lord! Where are the Aurors? When shall we leave?"

Voldemort looked over to the husky, simpering, and yet excited voice. Bellatrix Lestrange. The only woman present. The only woman Death Eater who had gotten so high amongst the ranks. She was also the only one without a mask on.

The Dark Lord smirked. "Your blood lust is admirable, as always Bellatrix, but first I have an assignment for the younger members of our circle," He paused and turned to the left side of the masked followers. "Draco, Theodore, Blaise. I want you all to stay after the end of the meeting. I have an assignment for you, of most importance."

The three men nodded. It wasn't really an option, but they had to answer of course, out of respect. As Voldemort turned to speak with the older Death Eaters, telling them about whichever assignment they had, Blaise shot a glance at Draco. His dark eyes held the same question as Draco's grey orbs. What could the Dark Lord possibly want of them? They were in the inner circle, sure, but when it was assignments of 'most importance', it was usually left to the older, matured, and long time servants of the inner circle. This was highly unusual.

This worried Draco. Already once before, he had been given a task of 'utmost importance', but the only reason he was given this task had been so he would fail trying. And if he failed he'd be dead. Punishment for his father, after he had failed the Dark Lord. Yet somehow, it had all turned out all right for him in the end. Except for the fact they had officially started the war that night. All because of him. Dumbledore had died. All because of him.

But, Draco had hated Dumbledore, hadn't he? He was only a filthy muggle lover, wasn't he?

Draco shook himself from those thoughts. The past was the past. So much had changed since then. Draco had changed. He had grown. He had become skilled. Strong of mind. Put fear behind him. He learned to kill, ruthlessly, with no mercy. He had learned not to care. He had learned to turn to stone, on command.

The Dark Lord's sharp, high pitched voice drew Draco abruptly from his trail of thought once more. It was only then he had noticed that aside from, Blaise, Theodore and himself, the rest of the inner circle had dispersed, leaving them alone, with their master, the Dark Lord.

"You three," Voldemort began, "are the newest additions to the inner circle. This is a great honor, and yet, a great responsibility. So far, you have been given tasks of importance, but you always had the older, more experienced Death Eaters to guide you. I believe it is time that you three go out on tasks on your own, if needed. You have been trained long enough, fighting long enough, and I truly believe you are ready."

He stopped his speech, his red eyes gleaming, looking at each man's reaction. Draco felt a small smile grace his lips. This was what he had been waiting for. No more of being overshadowed by his father. He was finally being trusted, on his own. He noticed Blaise and Theodore were sharing the smile. They all shared these similar thoughts, waiting for their chance. Whatever the task, they could not fail.

The Dark Lord's thin lips wore a ghost of a smile as well. He was apparently pleased by their reactions. "I see, as I had suspected, that you three men are ready for this opportunity. Now, I want you to listen carefully, because if you shall fail me, I shall not be pleased." At this, his eyes narrowed.

"I have a portkey, which shall take you to the location of two former Aurors, who are currently in hiding. It seems as though at least one of them belongs to the Order of the Phoenix, and they certainly shall know the location of headquarters. Now, these are the only two Aurors left who I am sure have information on the Order. You shall take the portkey, and it will take you to a small cottage, somewhere in the forests of Ireland. Now, remember that these are trained, skilled Aurors. They will not be taken down without a fight. You are not to kill them, until you have useful information. I shall be very, disappointed, should you return without no information what so ever."

Draco stopped the impulse to shudder at the Dark Lord's harsh tones. They knew he was not speaking lightly. They had each had a chance to suffer when the Dark Lord was disappointed. It wasn't exactly a picnic.

"My Lord," spoke Blaise, "are we to kill the Aurors once we finish interrogating them?"

Voldemort smirked. "Why my dear boy, I'd be surprised if you didn't. Oh, I forgot to mention, one of them is a female Auror, so I just want to remind you men, I do not tolerate any forms of… sexual torture. Understood?"

The three nodded firmly, simultaneously.

"Good," Voldemort smiled, "One last thing before you leave. Draco," He turned to look Draco in the eyes, "You are in charge of this mission. They have to listen to you, and I expect results. Do not disappoint me."

"Of course not my Lord. We shall get the information, no matter what it takes." Draco replied seriously.

The Dark Lord nodded. He took out of his robes pocket a fairly large, copper button. It shone with a slightly blue light. The portkey.

With a small flick of his wand, the button flew into Draco's palm.

Voldemort nodded at the trio once more. "Enjoy," He said simply, and with a pop, he had disappeared.

Immediately, the portkey started to shine brighter, and Blaise and Theodore each came to place a finger on the button. They did not speak, as they felt the familiar pull behind their navel, and were whooshed away, to begin their mission.

"I'm telling you mate, it's this way!"

"Theo, shut the bloody fuck up will you? Prick. Can't you see the smoke from the chimney?"

"Oh. Right then. Carry on."

Draco shook his head at his counterparts bickering. They were like an old married couple. Honestly!

The three men walked quietly, with purpose, through the thick forest, looking for the hideout of the Aurors. It had been nearly an hour now, that they had been searching this large forest, when finally they had seen smoke, which could only be chimney smoke from the way it traveled straight up, and they were now going towards it.

Draco stopped suddenly, a sudden realization taking form. Blaise and Theodore, noticing this, stopped abruptly as well.

"You know what's bothering me," whispered Draco, "These are skilled Aurors. Surely, they would know to hide chimney smoke, with their protective enchantments."

And just as the understanding of his words took place on the others faces, they heard a rustling sound, behind them. The trio whirled around, wands drawn, searching for the source of the sound. They saw nothing, but that hardly meant anything.

"Homenum revelio," Draco whispered, and suddenly, two bright lights appeared from the bushes in front of them.

Someone cursed, and then a red jet of light flew toward the three. Blaise dodged it easily. And than it began.

Spells were shot from the bushes, and Draco and Blaise returned fire, earnestly. Meanwhile, Theodore went around, to surprise the Aurors from behind. They were simply out numbered.

One of Draco's stunning spells apparently hit it's target, for a cry was heard, and then another when Theodore arrived from behind. Draco heard him mutter something, and then he walked back towards Draco and Blaise, the two Aurors levitated behind him. The three boys shared smirks of triumph. Blaise quickly went around, making a circle of protective enchantments, should anyone unwanted come near, and meanwhile Draco helped Theodore restrain the two captives.

"For some reason, I expected it to be more difficult." Theodore shrugged, after binding the male Auror with invisible bonds.

With a swift flick of his wand, the female Auror was restrained as well. Draco stood up, and dusted off his hands. "Well, now we have an even more difficult challenge. Ready to wake them up?"

Theodore clapped Draco on the back. "Let the interrogation begin!" He exclaimed happily rubbed his hands together.

"You're twisted mate." Draco's said, his lip curling.

"Nah, I'm just bored. This girl Auror is quite fit isn't she?"

Blaise grinned. "She certainly is."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Enough. Let's finish our task and get out of here."

"You're no fun mate."

Draco did not reply. He wasn't in the joking mood today. For some reason he was in a very sour one, and all he really wanted was to complete his job and go home, to sleep. He pointed his wand at the woman captive and muttered the spell to revive her. They would start with her.

Almost immediately, the female screamed. Loudly. Draco hissed in annoyance and silenced her with a quick flick of his wand. He was in no mood for loud, yelling chits today.

Theodore smirked, and knelt down next to her. "Now love, no reason to scream. All we want is to ask a few questions, and if you answer them, we'll be on our merry way."

The woman considered Theodore for a moment, and then spat in his face. Blaise laughed, and Theodore wiped his face in anger. He pointed his wand at her, and muttered something under his breath.

The woman started writhing in pain, her mouth opening in silent screams they could not hear.

"Enough," Draco said, and when Theodore lifted his curse, Draco lifted his silencing charm as well. "What's your name?" He asked the woman sharply, his wand trained at her face.

She looked up at him in defiance. Draco really did not have the patience for this. "It's a simple question and it would do you best to answer. We have many ways to torture, and I don't think you'd particularly enjoy any of them."

"Unless you're just kinky like that," Blaise added cheerily.

The woman glared at him, and turned her light brown eyes on Draco next. "You and you're Death Eater mates can go to hell. I'm not saying anything."

Theodore shook his head, "That's what they all say," He began circling her, and knelt down behind her. "But you see, eventually they spill it all, all their secrets," He hissed, "because the pain is unbearable, and they just want it to stop."

There was a moment of silence, and then a sickening crunch, and a blood-curdling scream, as he broke her finger.

Tears formed in the woman's eyes, and Draco could tell she would break easily. Her brave words were nothing but air. She would not last long under torture. Good.

"Now," Draco said as his grey orbs narrowed, "what is your name?"

The woman whimpered, and then there was another crunch, and a horrible scream of pain, and she sobbed, "Grace Bone, my name is Grace Bone."

"Bone eh?" Blaise said thoughtfully, "Were you at Hogwarts by any chance?"

Grace did not answer straight away, but when Theodore apparently gripped another of her fingers, she exclaimed, "Yes! Yes I did got to Hogwarts." She was sobbing heavily now, and Draco sneered.

He could not stand crying woman.

"Hufflepuff I assume?" He drawled, and she nodded.

Blaise snorted and Theodore smirked.

"Alright Bone. Down to business. Are you a member of the Order of the Phoenix?" Draco asked cuttingly.

"No," she whimpered, but her eyes travelled down to the floor.

"Stand her up." Draco ordered, and Theodore heaved her into a standing position.

Draco placed his wand under her chin. "Tell me the truth Grace. Lying will not do you any good in this position. Are you a member of the Order?"

She shook her head, but again her eyes did not meet his.

He sighed, "Crucio."

Grace fell to her knees instantly, screaming in pain. Draco stared at her for a moment. He couldn't help but think back to the day he had cursed Ginny with this exact same curse, and she had not uttered a sound.

At the time he had been much angrier than he was now, and yet the red head, who was obviously younger and less experienced, had managed not to scream from this curse, when a trained, older and more experienced Auror had not managed to remain silent. How odd.

He lifted the curse, yet left his wand trained on Grace Bone's face. "Don't lie to me Grace. It will just worsen your fate."

"You know mate, you sound awfully melodramatic." Blaise noted from behind, and Draco shot him a glare.

"Care to take over then?" Draco spat, and Blaise grinned.

"I'd love too!" He exclaimed, and came to stand next to Draco, his wand trained on Grace's face as well.

"'Ello love, I don't believe we've met yet. Blaise Zabini, pleased to meet you." He took off his mask, his smile wide and joyful. Blaise liked to toy with his pray.

Grace's eyes widened slightly. Death Eaters did not reveal their identities. Ever. Draco stared at his friend in amazement, and then took of his own mask, which then Theodore followed suit.

Well, it's not like these two Aurors would be living to tell the tale.

"Now sweetheart," Blaise continued, "this doesn't need to be painful. We don't enjoy harming lovely ladies such as yourself. Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be hmm?"

Grace did not reply.

"Theo," Blaise called, "Mend her fingers."

Theodore shot Blaise an incredulous look, but did as he said. Draco just shook his head. He now understood exactly what Blaise was doing, and he had to admit, it was quite smart. Grace looked at Blaise with wide eyes. She could not understand this man. He wasn't like other Death Eaters.

Theodore muttered a spell and a golden light shot out of his wand, to Grace's hands. Almost instantly, her face relaxed with relief, and her tears stopped flowing.

"See, we can be nice too. We're not all horrible monsters," at the Blaise shot a look to Theodore, before turning to smile at Grace again. "Now, honey, tell us. Are you an Order member?"

Grace nodded. Blaise winked lightly at Draco, and Draco couldn't help but smirk. Yes, Blaise's plan was smart.

"Good girl," He crooned, "wasn't that easy? Now, could you tell us where the Order headquarters are?"

Grace shook her head, and Theodore raised his wand, but Draco put his hand up.

"Don't hurt the girl Theo, let her speak."

Grace looked up at him. Apparently, she did not expect mercy from Draco. Well she shouldn't. But he would play along, for now.

"Tell us, you seem so young to be an Auror. How old are you?" Draco asked smoothly, using his most charming smile.

Confusion clouded Grace's eyes. "Twenty. I haven't been an Auror long. About two years." She confessed quietly.

This time Draco was confused. Weren't these supposed to be skilled Aurors? Definitely odd. Oh well, it was easier this way.

Draco nodded, but did not continue to speak, instead he let Blaise continue his manipulations, as it seemed the most effective tactic on this chit. He turned his attention to the still stunned man tied not far from Grace Bone.

He looked older than the woman, with graying brown hair, and a scraggly beard, although it was not long. He had a lined face, with small scars in random places, along his neck as well. He was obviously the older, more experienced Auror. So, how could he have allowed himself to get caught, so simply?

He continued to look at this man, who judging by his scars, had seen many battles, and yet, he had been caught, captured, and would soon be interrogated, by none other than three men, who were much younger and under experienced. Sure, they had been to battles, many even, but in no way possible could they be as experienced as this Auror. Well, one thing was for sure. This man would be much harder to interrogate than companion.

A sudden bright green light filled the clearing, and Draco turned his head swiftly to see Grace Bone fall back on the ground, brown eyes empty and staring, dead.

He turned his attention back to Blaise and Theodore, who were both looking obviously disappointed about something. It wasn't too difficult for Draco to guess the reason.

"She had no useful information then?" He asked, his voice laced with disappointment as well.

"None," Blaise replied, "She was just a new recruit to the Order. Hadn't even begun training yet when there was an attack upon her home and she managed to escape. Met this one," He paused and jerked his head in the direction of the male Auror, "in some woods somewhere in Scotland. They were on the road for a few months, and finally stopped here. Found some abandoned cottage apparently."

"Damn," Draco cursed. He had hoped that the girl would have the information that they needed, so they wouldn't have to interrogate the other Auror too much. He knew that it was a long shot, but still, this Auror would be much harder to crack, and Draco really wanted to get back to sleep soon.

"Shall we wake the other one then?" Theodore sighed and yawned.

Apparently, Draco was not the only one anxious to get back to sleep.

"Yes," Draco nodded, and then paused thoughtfully, "Get rid of the girls body though. I think we might have a chance that he'll cooperate if we use her safety as leverage."

Blaise smirked, "Smart mate."

Now it was Draco's turn to smirk, "Yes, I know, I'm bloody well a genius. Which reminds me, Blaise, don't you owe Theo and I a hundred galleons, each?"

Blaise's smirk turned to a scowl, "Bloody prats the pair of you."

Theodore grinned, "That may be my friend," He said as he put his arm around Blaise's shoulder, "But we are bloody prats who are now a hundred galleons richer."

Blaise's scowl deepened as Draco and Theodore chuckled.

"Alright, lets just wake up the poor bastard and be done with it," Blaise grumbled.

Draco smirked, but did not reply. He swished his wand and levitated Grace Bone's body behind some thick bushes, and placed an excellent concealment charm on her. After admiring his work as she slowly disappeared, he turned back to the clearing, to see Theodore waking the male Auror.

The Aurors light brown eyes opened slowly, taking in his surroundings, and his face twisted into a look of the utmost contempt, as he saw the three men standing before him.

"Well well, I see they've started recruiting especially young ones now. What next? Death eater five year olds?"

Draco smirked coldly at the man. "We may be young, but we sure as hell had no trouble catching you."

The Auror's sneer did not falter, "You know, they say that with arrogance, comes blindness, boy."

Draco studied the man's face carefully, but did not reply.

"Enough of this," snarled Theodore, "Tell us, where are the headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix?" He had whipped out his wand, training it on the older man's face.

The Auror considered him for a moment, the sneer still etched into his features. "That wand isn't scaring anyone kid. Put it away until you learn how to use it."

Theodore scowled, "I'll show you exactly how much I know. Crucio!" He shouted.

Instantly the man started writhing and twisting in agony. He did not scream, but he did hiss in pain before Theodore stopped the curse. He grinned in his triumph against the older man.

The Auror simply laughed. "You honestly think that I can't undergo a little mediocre torture? You must be as stupid as you look."

Theodore raised his wand again, but Draco stopped him. "Enough mate."

"Yes, listen to blondie," rasped the Auror.

Draco's icy orbs turned to the man. "You think I stopped him out of mercy?" He scoffed, "I just don't think torture is what will make you talk. Your little friend that we found with you on the other hand…" He drawled with a smirk, satisfied to see the man's eyes widen slightly.

"Grace?" He asked, and after getting an affirmative nod from Blaise, his eyes widened more. "Where is she? What did you do to her?" His voice was filled with panic.

"Absolutely nothing. Yet." Draco said, his eyes narrowing. "If you want her safe, you will talk. Or we will torture her until every bone in her body breaks, and her pretty little neck will snap. Personally, I don't think she will handle torture as well as you. Do you agree?"

"Leave her out of this!" Snarled the Auror, his eyes flashing. But Draco could already see the sweat forming on his brow. He was worried. Wonderful.

"I will. If you talk. What's your name?"

The Auror's eyes narrowed, but he answered nonetheless, "It's Gill. Gill Reed."

Blaise snorted. "Please. Don't lie about your last name. The resemblance between you and Gracie," He sneered, "is uncanny. How are you related?"

Draco blinked in surprise. Until Blaise had said this, he had not noticed the resemblance, but now that he looked, he could see it. They had the same exact eyes, hair, nose even. Definitely related.

Gill stared at Blaise in wonderment for a moment. When he did not answer, Theodore flicked his wand in the direction of some trees, and immediately, a loud, chilling scream filled the forest.

"Grace!" Gill shouted, turning his head, searching for the source of the sound. When he could not find it, his eyes landed back on Draco. "Please, I'm begging you, I know that you have no mercy, but please, leave her out of this. Do whatever you want to me, but just don't hurt her."

"I won't," Draco replied coldly, "As long as you answer our questions."

Gill nodded. "Alright then. I'll answer your questions. I'm Grace's father," He paused, "But she doesn't know. She thinks I'm her uncle. See, I left the family and her mother wouldn't let me her even see her! And then I found her in the forest, and I knew her instantly. I told her I was her uncle, because I didn't think she'd take to me to kindly if she knew the truth."

Draco nodded in satisfaction, and Blaise smirked. Theodore was still scowling in loathing at the man who had mocked him.

"Now that we've established that, we've come here on business purposes. We know that you're an Order member, so don't even think about denying it. What rank are you?" Blaise asked.

Gill's eyes searched the trees again, obviously looking for his daughter. His eyes landed back on the three, tall, handsome, and intimidating men. He knew what they were capable of.

He hung his head in defeat. "I was a 'Fawkes'. Level three."

Blaise whistled, but Draco eyes narrowed again. "What do you mean 'was'?"

Theodore eyes snapped up, "Did you get kicked out for being an old, incapable sod?"

Blaise chuckled, and Draco felt his lip twitch, but he did not laugh at the jeer. He was waiting for his question to be answered.

Gill's eyes narrowed. "I left the Order when I had heard my daughters family had been attacked, and that she had survived. I went searching for her."

Draco nodded, "I see. But didn't you say you were a high ranking Order member? I'm supposed to believe they just let you… leave?"

"You know lad," Gill sneered, "The Order isn't like your Death Eaters. If someone chooses to leave, they aren't killed for it."

It was Draco's turn to sneer, "Perhaps that is why the Order are all in hiding and we are taking control over the Wizarding World?"

Blaise sighed, "Mate, could we finish up here? I have a hot date tonight."

Gill scoffed, "I see you are oh so devoted to your cause."

Theodore flicked his wand towards the trees once more, and another, horrible and shrill scream filled the clearing. "Enough, with your bold words filth. Tell us where your headquarters are, or you precious daughters dead," he snarled.

Gill's eyes had widened again. "I can't," He sighed, "Even if I wanted too, I'm not secret keeper. I can't reveal the location."

Draco sneered, "How about you take us then?"

Gill shook his head, "Even if I was to take you to the door, if you don't have a special coin, you cannot enter."

Blaise scoffed, "You must admit that's smart."

Theodore's patience had worn. He grabbed Gill by his shirt collar and hoisted him up. "If you have no useful information, what use are you or your daughter? Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill her now, slowly, and painfully."

"Alright, alright! I can't give you the location, but I can give you the secret keeper. Not of 'Fawkes' though. Of 'Ash', the training base." Gill exclaimed, his eyes wild with fear.

Draco smirked. Finally, something useful. "Well," He drawled when Gill did not continue speaking, "We are waiting."

"I don't know where he is, the secret keeper. I only know his name." Gill said in a rushed breath, his eyes skimming the trees once more.

"Which is…" Blaise prompted lazily, leaning against a tree trunk.

"It's Bill Weasley. There, I gave you what you wanted. Now please, let my daughter go. Kill me if you must, I don't care. Just please let her go."

Draco smirked coldly. "Your daughters dead Gill," He laughed cruelly, "She's been dead before we even woke you up."

Gill's eyes widened, "Grace? Dead?" He whispered, "But…the screams?"

"Surely," Theodore laughed, "An Auror should have recognized an echoing charm?"

Gill's eyes lingered on the three men standing in front of him. He scanned each of their faces, looking for a sign of deceit, of lies. He saw none. His face flushed.

"What have I done?" He whispered to himself.

"You have done exactly what we knew you were going to do Gill. You wanted to save Gracie. At least, you did something right." Blaise said, a small and mocking smile upon his face.

Gill's face turned red. His eyes burned fury, and if looks could kill, the three men he was glaring at would be dead on their feet. "I hope that one day, you will all die, the most painful death possible, I HOPE YOU ROT IN BLOODY HELL YOU BLOODY BAST-"

"Avada Kadavera," Draco said simply, and the green light instantly filled the clearing, and left Gill on the floor, face still stuck in a silent scream, dead.

Theodore cracked his knuckles. "Finally. I was beginning to worry we'd be stuck here all night."

"The bodies?" Blaise asked casually.

"The usual," Draco replied, and went to retrieve the body of Grace Bone. They set the bodies side by side, and Blaise shot out a spell, instantly lighting the pair on fire.

Without turning back, the trio exited the enchanted barrier, and with a crack they were gone, off to report their findings, and begin the hunt, for the eldest Weasley.

Ginny was exhausted.

There were no other words to describe it. She was truly tired. Of everything. She was tired of being a servant to the Malfoy's. She was tired of all the meaningless, mindless tasks she was forced to do. She was tired of seeing the smug smirks, and wicked grins, everyday.

She wanted out, but she didn't know how. More and more lately, there had been a thought, of a solution, that continued to pop up, but she would constantly push it away.

It was too cowardly, unforgivable even. She wouldn't. She couldn't. Could she?

No. Suicide wasn't an option. Not for her. She could never bring herself to end her own life. It seemed like too easy of an escape. It seemed like cowardice to her.

No, she would buck up, and take whatever life would throw at her. She could handle it. She would not spend the rest of her life serving the Malfoy's. She would get out, even if she died trying.

Repeating this mantra to herself, she rolled on to her side. Grabbing the thin blanket of the cot, she clutched it closer to her body, trying to stay warm.

It was an exceptionally cold night.

It was raining, as it had been constantly these past few days. It seemed it would be a very rainy, and cold winter. As was usual in England, but still, the dark weather bore no improvement on Ginny's dark mood.

Ginny sighed, and rolled over once more. She could not fall asleep. These past few days, she had been working less, for she was assigned fewer tasks. Which was good, but she became less tired, and that left time for night ponderings.

Draco had gone off somewhere, on some 'important business', which Ginny knew could only mean some Death Eater bullocks. Either way, it was better for her, for then she did not have to see him everyday, and she had less work to do.

She turned over once more, and tried closing her eyes.

There. Quiet.

Sleep will come.

Breathe. One… Two… Three…

Crack!

Ginny shot up, out of bed, looking around the dark room, for the source of the loud noise. Suddenly, a candle was lit, and Heller the house elf was staring at her with wide eyes.

"Sorry to wake you, Miss Ginny, but Master Draco says he wants you to go to his rooms, now Miss."

She stared at the elf for a moment, trying to catch her breath.

Heller coughed slightly, "We needs to hurry Miss."

She cleared her throat, "Yes. All right. One moment." Ginny really wanted to yell at the elf for scaring her so badly, but it was just following orders. It wasn't his fault his 'Master' was a bloody git who called on people in the middle of the bloody night.

She grabbed her shoes, from where they sat aside the trunk, and slipped them on. She opened the trunk, wishing to grab a cloak, but cursed silently when she realized she didn't have one. Bloody wonderful.

In only her thin nightgown, Ginny was cold. Yet, she followed the elf out of the room, knowing that she didn't have much choice in the matter. Fucking ferret.

The arrived at Draco's rooms, and Heller knocked timidly.

"Enter," Draco's voice drawled from within.

Ginny scowled at the sound. She hadn't missed him.

Heller opened the door, but did not enter himself. He was gone with a pop, leaving Ginny, to face the Malfoy heir, alone. She walked in quietly, and closed the door behind her. Then she turned to face him.

It was funny how she had forgotten how handsome he was in his absence. Her feelings of hate had turned his features into despicable ones, but now standing before him, she could not deny how good looking he was.

Funny, how such a horrible person could be so incredibly… beautiful. Looks are indeed deceiving.

"Weasley," Draco smirked, "I'm glad you could come so quickly." He was standing by the fireplace, the only source of light in the room. It illuminated his hair, tousled messily, and his eyes were gleaming.

"Yes," Ginny bit out, "I was having trouble sleeping."

"Indeed," Draco noted, his eyes traveling at the length of her body.

Ginny forced herself not to scowl. "What is it you wanted?"

"Now now, princess, it almost sounds like you aren't pleased to see me. Haven't you missed me?" He teased, the smirk never leaving his lips.

"Now," Ginny drawled sarcastically, "What on earth gives you that idea?"

He studied her for a minute, "Come here Weasley." He ordered, but his tone was still playful.

Ginny took a small step towards him. He laughed, and closed the distance between them, almost completely. He mouth was inches away from hers, and she felt her breath catch. She cursed her body's reactions.

He leaned down, and tucked a strand of flaming hair behind her ear. "Have you been a good servant while I was gone Weasley?" He whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her.

She did not reply. Her pulse had quickened. This was not good. What was he doing? She hated herself for being attracted to this monster.

"Still waiting for an answer sweetheart," He breathed. Ginny simply nodded, not trusting her voice at this moment.

"Good," He pulled back, grinning.

Ginny blinked, her pulse slowing, and she scowled. "Was that all you brought me here for Malfoy?" She hissed, her temper bubbling. She was tired now, and if he had brought her all the way up here for a stupid question she was going to rip his-

"No, of course not princess. Sit." He replied, his grin not fading. Why the hell was he in such a good mood?

Ginny complied, sitting on the floor. She knew not to expect to be sitting on the comfortable armchairs. And not to sit would just piss him off. Which was good usually, but she really didn't feel like being tortured tonight.

"Weaslette, I have a question for you. It is very important, and it would do you well to answer, truthfully." He said, his smirk now lost.

Ginny did not reply. This wasn't going to be pleasant. She could already tell.

"Tell me, where is your dearest brother Bill hiding?" Draco asked coolly, his tone soft, yet held warning to it as well.

Ginny stared at him wide eyed. Surely, he did not honestly think she would tell him? Was he that thick?

"Well? I'm waiting."

Ginny blinked. Time to lie. "I have no clue where my brother is Malfoy. I haven't seen him since last Christmas." She replied smoothly.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Oh, I don't believe that. One more chance darling, tell me where he is, and it's easier on the both of you."

"Sorry darling," She continued, "I have no clue where he is."

Draco sighed and pulled out his wand, "I tried to be nice. You're just too damn stubborn Weasley."

Ginny gazed back into his cold eyes, bracing herself. "Give me your best shot Malfoy. I'm not saying a word."

"Suit yourself," He shrugged, and raised his wand to her face.

A/N- END chapter three! Alright so I know there wasn't a lot of interaction between Draco and Ginny this chapter, but this chapter was necessary, and the next one holds a lot of interaction... Anyhow, I do hope you enjoyed this one, and please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW .. xoxoxoxo