xrachiebunniex wrote 'Metamorphosis' for jandjsalmon
Title: Metamorphosis
Author: xrachiebunniex
Rating: R
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Book 1-6
Summary: Ginny Weasley has been captured by the Death Eaters on the day of her brother's wedding but she has no recollections of the event. An unlikely encounter of passion with the enemy of her blood changed the course of certain events which were supposed to be inevitable.
Author's Notes: I apologise for being late but I do hope that the story will fit the prompt given. I really did enjoy writing this fic and I have to say that it took a completely different road from where I had intended it to be. Enjoy!!
Beta: DANA DAIDOUJI
September 1st was not too far away now.
September 1st had been a significant day to many minors in the Wizarding realm.
September 1st was the day that the students of Hogwarts would begin their first day of their Wizarding educational year.
Now, September 1 held more meaning. It was now a countdown to the biggest event to ever go down in history.
Severus Snape murdered Albus Dumbledore just about 3 months ago. It was known as possibly the most expected betrayal. Some would have claimed that Dumbledore had it coming and that it had served him right for keeping a snake under his wing. Some would have claimed Dumbledore had his reasons to have trusted Snape and that there was more to the incident. It did not really matter how people felt about it. After all, the man was dead. That was enough to shake the many stable foundations which held the Wizarding Realm at peace. Dumbledore was not only the Hogwarts School's Headmaster; he was a very vital man with many contacts. He was the key of communication in bringing down You-know-who. Now that he is gone, panic had started.
The other key person in these events was the boy who lived, Harry Potter. The boy had turned into a man, overnight. He held responsibilities and burdens that no one would want to carry at his age. Try being told that the fate of the whole world is in your hands, how would you react to it? For the time being, he was heavily protected by the many aurors of the Order of the Phoenix. The organization had not been shattered by the death of its founder. Instead, it had been more organized and stealthier. There was no longer a headquarters; it was far too risky to have one. They changed meeting places every time they met. They were most concerned about the last horcrux that needs to be found before You-know-who becomes whole.
The Weasleys were the main supporters of the cause. Even when everything was shooting itself to hell, the Weasleys did not back down from the cause. None of them backed down from the cause. Even after Bill's incident, none would admit defeat. There was just more determination to bring You-know-who down. Percy returned to his senses not long after Bill had been seriously injured. It had been drama and all when Percy returned. At first, it was filled with resentment but as time passed on, forgiveness came round. It was just in time as well. Due to the current situation, the old Wizarding families were all warned to perform the ‘blood’ spell. It was an ancient spell, which would be performed on the family grounds. It was specifically created to protect every single-family member in the family from all possible harm, provided all family members are present when the ancient spell is performed.
Rumor has it that the Golden Trio had found a way to defeat You-know-who. It gave hope to many but it also made many rather cynical. If the method was so easy, You-know-who would have already been destroyed.
~*~
White ribbons were tied around the house. There were chairs outside the house with an arch, which was decorated with white roses and forget- me-nots. Molly Weasley and Jeanette Delacour were busy preparing the food and delegating tasks to the other members of the house. The younger girls were busy preparing the bride for the day while the younger men were busy preparing the groom.
It was the day that Bill and Fleur would tie the knot.
It had been decided that the two would get married as soon as possible. After all, life was short and no one should get between love, right? Fleur had been adamant in marrying the man she loved. No one, not even You-know-who can stop them, so she says.
The wedding took place and many aurors stood guard, in case there were any planned attacks. It was a small wedding and a private one at that but the Weasleys took precaution. The Death Eaters were attacking at random, who was to say where they would attack and when they would attack? News had spread about the many attacks. Public places were no longer filled with people. Even Diagon Alley was deserted. The stores were empty, windows broken and goods looted.
Arthur had hoped that there would not even be word of the wedding and that the family’s charm on the grounds would spare them from unnecessary blood bath on such an important day. He looked up at the sky and smiled that the weather spell was cast properly. It was clear and there were no clouds of any sort. He turned to his family and smiled at his new daughter.
Unbeknownst to him, dark clouds were looming not far away bringing with them a sense of destruction. There were observers watching the Burrow from surrounding forests, waiting for a signal to attack.
“I pronounce this wizard and witch, husband and wife”
The rope fell along with the bouquet of flowers in the bride’s hand. A moment of chaos took place with desperate screams and spells being thrown.
Then, complete silence followed.
The tied knot and the flowers remained at the spot where they had fallen before.
~*~
They returned to his room. There was no contact. There were no words or snaky remarks exchanged on their way back to the Malfoy mansion. It was a remarkable sight. She was drenched in blood and he was clean. It did not seem to bother her that she had cuts, bruises and blood all over her body. He admired her for not even flinching when it all happened. Then again, the girl had brought it to herself. She was just lucky that she was not killed in the process. Still, to have offended The Master and live, that was something to behold.
“I have no respect for you or your cult of cowards”
She walked into the middle of the room. It was his room after all and to have her in his room was already a great insult. He looked at her and studied her stance. The girl stood in the middle of the room, head held up high even though she was completely drenched in her own blood. She made no movement, no sound and above all, no attempt at an emotion. It had been obvious that she was in a lot of pain but she had her pride. Her eyes were still sparkling with anger behind those dark green orbs. He grew frustrated at her. He was completely unimpressed by her foolishness but he could not help but admire her strength.
“What in Merlin’s name were you thinking back there?” He growled.
She did not answer him. Her blood was starting to make a small pool from beneath her. He knew that she had already lost a lot of blood. He took his wand, waved it at her while whispering a healing charm. As expected, the Master had cast spells, which would not heal with healing charms. The spells were cast specifically to cause prolonged pain to the body and the mind. He would know; he has been there several times. There were still scars on his body to prove it. She remained silent. Her breathing was steady and that remained as the only movement that she would make. He lost his patience with her. Not that he had that much patience for her anyway. He threw his cloak onto his bed and in a flash, went up to her before carrying her into the bathroom.
The girl was like a rag doll. He filled the bathtub up with water and grabbed a cloth. He knew that it was going to hurt her but if the wounds were not cleaned immediately, she could risk infections. He started to undress her and surprisingly, she did not put up a fight with him. In his own accord, he was thankful that she was not making it hard for him. For some strange reason, he did not like the fact that she was hurt. Even if it was because of her stupidity, he felt something when he saw the many cuts on her body. He slowly discarded the clothes away, hoping that it would not hurt her more. He knew that no matter what he said, she would not be replying anytime soon. It was as if she was there but she had no reason to speak. If anyone had just gone through what she had, they probably would not have had much to say either.
Soon enough, all the clothes were on the floor and she stood in front of him, completely naked. He had to admit that she was certainly attractive but then again, this was not the appropriate time to compliment the girl. He conjured a soft cushion so she could sit while he cleaned her cuts. She sat down and stared at his actions. He was gentle with her and she was not sure how to react to it. He continued the task at hand in complete silence. He dabbed the cloth on her cuts and made sure that all of the blood was cleared. He left her for a while and went to grab some healing herbs from one of his drawers. He kept them there to heal his own wounds whenever it was needed. Living in a house with Lucius had taught him to always have some sort of healing charm or herbs around. He used his wand to turn the herbs into powder and took out another clean cloth before putting the powdered herbs on it. It was a long process but he got it done soon enough. He washed it all off after the residue dried on her skin. The cuts looked much better than they were before and were slowly healing. He continued to bathe her and still managed to keep his composure. He clothed her and carried her to his bed where he tucked her in. It was something that he would not have done for anyone. She remained silent but her eyes were still looking at him.
“Get some rest, Weasley. I doubt that the Master will come after you for a while. What you did back there was incredibly stupid but I think you have earned his respect somehow. Count your luck that you are still alive,” he said in a monotone voice, masking away his true frustrations.
He continued to look at the girl. She was completely unexpected. The fact that she was in his bed was ludicrous. She was his family’s enemy. Everything about her was to be looked down on but the girl had proven many things when she faced the Master on her own. She had a sharp tongue and she had her bloody Gryffindor courage to back up those words. The only thing that she lacked was the many defenses and counter-attacks against the Master’s spells. He went to the bathroom and took a long bath. He had needed it desperately. It had been a rather tiring night with all that has happened. He looked around his bathroom and his eyes were immediately drawn to a pile of bloodied clothes on the floor. It had been hers after all. It was a rather lavish dress and it was made specifically for her. The Master had instructed that she was to be treated as one of his guests, unlike the many prisoners (or lack of prisoners considering they all ended up dead). It was strange that the Master would have set out to injure her to this extent after all the fuss of wanting her to be treated like a princess. He continued to soak as he pondered. The Master was a sick being, a very completely twisted being. When he was done, he dried himself before slipping into a pair of boxers.
He made his way back to his bed where she was still lying awake. He slipped under the sheets and the lights lowered. He turned on his side, wanting to give her some sort of space. It was at that moment that he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist and a warm body pressed against his back. He also felt hot tears on his skin. She held on to him and buried her face on his back. She was shaking as she cried; he could feel the vibrations on his back. He took a few seconds to debate with himself but ended up turning around to face her. Somehow, or rather, he felt responsible for her. He was careful enough to not hold her too tight. It would have hurt her more. He held her close to him, closer than any one in his life. He felt her pain but he knew that there was no way that he could take it away. He was living proof of what she is going through.
She was not too sure what she was doing or where she even was. All she had remembered was being in the presence of a complete lunatic. Then, everything else was just a complete blur. She did not remember how those scars happened to her body nor did she remember them hurting. She remembered him washing her and attending to her cuts. She noticed how incredibly gentle he was with her compared to his normal self. During her whole stay at the Malfoy Manor, she had been convinced that the man was not capable of feeling anything. He was always so cold and his eyes had always been so blank. He had never showed any emotion to her other than disgust and hatred. The man who was holding her was a Malfoy, the enemy of her own blood and the ironic part was she was holding him just as tightly as he was holding her. It was then that she started crying. It had been the first time since she was brought to the Manor. For the very first time, she allowed herself to be vulnerable. She had put up a strong upfront in the Malfoy Manor. She had been a prisoner in the Manor for the past month. She was more of a guest than a prisoner but she was still held against her own will, which makes her a prisoner with benefits.
She let her lips graze his chest as her tears fell down her cheeks. He froze at the sudden intimate contact. She felt his awkward reaction and started to pull away but he pulled her back towards him.
“I am not used to being with someone”, he finally said, whispering.
Truth to be told neither was she. The very last person she was with had told her that she was a liability to him. She let her hands wander on his chest, feeling the texture of his skin and the contour of his body. The boy had recently turned into a man, despite the fact that he was only 17. He had scars on his body too. There were some, which looked old, and some, which looked new. She wondered if he had suffered the same fate as she did or could it be, the other way round. He allowed her to explore his body. There had been evidence of hard life despite the perfect exteriors. Then, their eyes locked. He was drawn to her and it was obvious that it was reciprocated. He stopped her. He held her at arms length, both hands on her shoulders.
“If we do this, I will not let you go for anyone or anything”, he said, his voice husky and filled with promises.
She looked at him, uncertain of what he had meant. It was a choice to be made. There will be many consequences if they should be closer. There was a myth that involved the joining of two purebloods in magic, emotions and body. It was said that if both purebloods were at equal level in all three components, the ancient magic, traditions and spirits will bind the two souls even after death. There had not been proof of such magic yet but the myth lived on for a while. It eventually became some sort of fairytale for mothers to tell their daughters, to give them hope about everlasting love. She would know, ever since her mother told her the story, it became her dream. That was until she met Harry Potter. She knew it was no longer possible. Harry Potter was a half blood.
Now, she was in the arms of a Malfoy and she knew that they were equal in emotions. They were attracted to each other but only at the early stages of lust. In a perfect world, it would have been a fairytale.
“Kiss me and I will only be yours, yours alone”, she replied.
She snuggled into him, urging him to claim her as his. There were no questions or words, just instinct.
You are mine as I am yours and no one else’s.
~*~
They remained in bed the next day, wrapped in each other’s arms. There was a sense of confusion and uncertainty but neither had allowed it to be awkward between the two. They were in a spooning position. Her back was on his chest, his chin fitted perfectly at the crook of her neck. There were bite marks all over her neck and they remained there just like the many scars of the cuts that had scarred her body last night. They were healing nicely and did not hurt her anymore. She was in his arms and she belonged to him as he belonged to her. What they did last night was not an action of love. Instead, it was the first step to understanding each other. To allow their guards down and just feel something. He became protective of her and she became possessive of him. They both could not explain what happened but whatever happened last night, it had caused two enemies to bond.
He leaned down and grazed her lips with his. She wriggled underneath him and smiled on his lips.
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
~*~
She tiptoed out of the room with her bathrobe. All of a sudden, she had felt a tiny rumble in her stomach. She knew where the elves were and she knew that if Hermione had seen her now, she would have been murdered by her brother’s best friend. She giggled at the thought but then she froze when her hand reached the doorknob to the kitchen. She did not even know if Hermione was still alive. The elves helped her without even being asked or instructed. They gave her a tray of food and a glass of water, which they placed on the counter. She ate the food and continued to wonder about the recent occurrences. How was it that she did not remember anything about the wedding? It has not been that long, has it? She was not sure what even happened on the day of the wedding.
Soon, she was finished with her meal. She automatically thanked the elf servants, who in returned started panicking. She left the kitchen with a glass of water in her hands. Her thoughts trailed back to the events that had happened before she ended up in the Manor. The strange thing was she could not recall anything from when the wedding had taken place until last night when she faced You-know-who. She was not exactly sure if every one was alright. It did not hit her till just then that whoever that was at that wedding would have been killed. That was when it all hit her, she could not recall any memories of the wedding nor can she remember how she actually got to the Malfoy Manor. A sense on confusion began to form in her mind and the anxiety of not knowing began to upset her. Then, a wary groan was heard.
She looked around the large hall and saw no one. Curiosity struck her and slowly, she followed the sound. The voice came from behind a large door at the other side of the hall. There was a slight opening and the lights were dim. There was a strange smell, as if something was rotting. There were shadows but only one was moving. From the long hair and the unforgettable posture, she could already tell that it was Lucius Malfoy. The man seems to be weeping over something. She moved closer and her eyes widened when she saw what Lucius Malfoy was holding in his arms. It was a corpse of a woman. The woman in Lucius Malfoy’s arms was already rotting. There were maggots crawling in and out of her body. Flies were swarming her body and there was dried blood all over her clothes. The man didn’t seem to mind that the woman was in that form, he seemed to be content that she was there.
She took a step back and slowly made her way back to where she was but someone had grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming. She began to put a fight but it was obvious that her captor was much stronger than her.
“It’s me”, her captor whispered.
The moment she heard his voice, she calmed down. He took her back to the room where he immediately charmed the doors to lock themselves. She did not realize that his room was that far away from the kitchens. The whole entire time she noticed the many paintings on the wall. Most of them were of the corpse that she had just seen in the arms of Malfoy senior. Malfoy junior stood in front of her, looking rather upset. She was not sure how to react to him at this time. If what she suspects is true, the dead woman was in fact Narcissa Malfoy. She looked at him, her eyes already asking the many questions that were forming in her head. He refused to look at her as if he was unwilling to answer any of those questions. She walked up to him and placed her hand on his arm, urging him to allow himself to trust her.
“Master killed her the day I did not finish my initiation task. When Snape killed Dumbledore, he killed her. Father was devastated and although he is normal in front of everyone else, when he comes back to the Manor. He tends to her corpse as if she was still alive”, he explained.
There was a moment of bitterness and guilt in his voice. She got closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She left kisses on his chest, attempting to take away his pain even if it was temporarily. Then, she took his hand and led him back to the bed where she made him lay before mounting him. She slowly took off his shirt, discarded it onto the floor and began to kiss him. He was unsure of what she was trying to do. Perhaps, she was trying to make him forget and it may just work if he would let her.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
She continued to pursue his lips with hers. She nibbled on his bottom lip and used her tongue to seek his. All this time, her eyes were closed but she was still focused on him.
“I’m trying to save you”, she whispered as a tear began to fall down her cheek.
He wiped the tear away and held her face in his hands. The bond had begun to strengthen with the trust that he is putting in her. He returned her kisses with the same amount of passion that she had put in.
I’m trying to save you, Draco.
The questions about her family members and the memories of the past 2 weeks escaped her mind. All that she wanted to do at this very moment was to relieve him of his pain.
Even if you cannot hear my voice, Draco, I’ll still be right here for you.
~*~
A few weeks later, the Master requested to have her in his presence. It was understood that she was to be initiated. The many ranks of Death Eaters were confused with the Master’s decision but did not dare to question his motives. The idea of making a Gryffindor and a Weasley a Death Eater was too delicious to pass on especially if it was on her own free will. The Wizarding realm would have been completely thrown off and it would definitely be in their favor. The only problem was the girl was captured against her own will, there may be need for some harsh ‘convincing’. The meeting took place with the Master and his eight highest ranking Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy was amongst one of them.
She was brought in by Draco Malfoy. Her hand was on his arm and he secured her hand with his own.
“Do you know why you are here?” The Master asked.
She walked away from Draco, to face him. They say fear of a name is showing fear to the person. She was not afraid of that being.
“To be killed?”
The Master laughed. Then, he took his wand and whispered an incantation. She collapsed to the ground like a rag doll when left to stand on its own. The Master picked her up and they disappeared from thin air.
~*~
There was a house that faced the ocean breezes. It was one of a kind and it was cleverly hidden from plain sight. It was a simple townhouse with a beautiful garden. The walls were white and the curtains were floral. There was a protection barrier around the house. Outside magic would not be able to penetrate through it. It was ancient magic, the kind that will protect the family members from all possible harm. Every now and then a member of the family would peek out the window just to see if there was anything outside their barrier.
Tonight, the youngest daughter of the family peeked out the window and noticed that her classmate was lying unconscious on the ground outside her house. She consults her sister and without thinking, they both went out to take the unconscious girl in. they laid her on the couch and tried to help the unconscious girl as much as they could. It was not like they were really close to the redhead but at a time like this; it would be stupid to leave an innocent girl to be ravaged by the unknown. How she got to their house was a completely different story. They left her downstairs while they went up to sleep. They had hoped that she would wake up tomorrow and they would be able to have answers to their questions.
When the last light went out, the redhead’s eyes opened. Her pupils were black and lifeless. It was as if she was in some form of trance. The girl walked upstairs with her wand in her hand. The protection barrier was broken, penetrated by the act of bringing in a non family member into the house, willingly. She walked into the parents’ room and found both parents sound asleep. She pointed her wand at them and a green ray of light sparked out of it. Then, she went to the sisters’ room and flicked the lights on. That woke both sisters up.
“Ginny?”
The redhead pointed her wand at both sisters. First, there were cuts on their bodies and blood started to spill out of those tiny razor cuts. Both sisters shook and writhed in pain. Then, after the blood dripped out faster until finally, their bodies split in half. The girl stood in the room splattered with blood. She walked up to both bodies, bent down and picked up each half of each sister’s hearts. She made her way out of the house from the front door, and then disappeared. She did not forget to leave the Master’s signature.
Sectumsempra.
In the dark shadows, he had watched her perform the gruesome task. She had been charitable to the parents but not the two sisters. The strange thing was that he did not think she was under the Imperius.
~*~
She returned to the Manor, her hands bloodied. She slowly made her way to the bathroom, stripped of all her clothes and sunk into the tub. He appeared at the doorway, did the same and joined her in the bath. He could sense that she had wanted private time but he needed answers. There was something strange about the girl who is in the bath with him. The girl is different from the vulnerable girl he had bonded with a week ago. This girl was marked with the Dark Mark and she was not fighting against it like she should. She stared into space, hands still bloodied even though it was in the water. He grabbed a sponge, lathered it with soap and began to wash her hands.
“I killed them”, she said, in a monotonous voice.
“I know, I was there”, he replied.
She stared at him.
“I don’t remember how I got there but when I woke up, all I knew was they should die. This has gone too far. It should not have been like this at all”.
At this stage, tears were already falling down her face. She could not control her breathing, anxiety hit and she started to hyperventilate. Draco got out of the tub and pulled her out.
“Breathe Ginevra, breathe”.
She could not breathe properly. He pinched her nostrils and breathed carbon dioxide into her. Slowly, she calmed down. He gathered her in his arms and held her as she continued to cry.
She was not sure of what was really going on. She knew that it was wrong but she could not stop herself. She had already killed a whole family with her own hands. There was no turning back from here. Voldemort had successfully turned her into a monster without her even noticing it. The only thing keeping her in tune with reality is the man who is holding her in his arms. He was a boy last year but now, he’s a man. He was not just any other man, he was hers. She cried out all her anguish and confusion.
“Save me, Draco”
“I already am”
She looked up at him, his eyes were still cold but there were emotions in them. He kissed her temple and her cheek before leaving one on her lips.
Yours and yours alone.
~*~
She was at the kitchens again when she heard the same wary groan that she heard a few weeks ago. Much has happened ever since. She was now one of them and she was learning fast about the Death Eaters way. She was secretly plotting a coup de tat against the Master. She knew very well that she could not do it just yet but when the right time comes, it will be done. She already has Draco on her side. She walked straight to the other end of the hall where she was greeted by a large door. She had her wand with her and the smell of the rotten corpse had just gone worst. She quietly opened the door. Immediately, she was greeted with the sight of Lucius holding a maggot eaten corpse in a rather disturbing manner.
“You do not deserve to be in my presence, Weasley”, the old man growled.
“Lucius, you are holding a rotten corpse”
“She is not dead; she is still very much alive”
“The only thing alive in her are the maggots feasting on her”
He placed Narcissa down on the bed and stared at the body right before him.
“What do you want?” he asked.
She walked into the room and casted a recovery spell on Narcissa’s body. In a few minutes, Narcissa’s rotting body was recovered to its natural state before it had started to rot. She was still dead but she was in a dignified form. She was naked, but still dignified. Ginevra then casted an embalming spell which would help preserve the body’s state for a few more days. She had hoped that Lucius would at least bury the dead body. She then casted cleaning spells and flicked it at the curtains as well as the windows.
“She knew that you loved her”, she mentioned at last.
She turned around to leave the man on his own. She knew that it was not in her place to have done what she had just done but someone had to do it. That was when Lucius spoke up.
“You did not answer my question”, he said.
Ginevra turned to Malfoy Senior, a man she has stood up against several times.
“What question?”
“I asked you, what is it that you wanted?”
She smiled at him, in a friendly manner.
“Peace”
~*~
She still remained with him. She was still a Death Eater and so was he. She was still serving the Master, doing his biddings.
Lucius died a few weeks after burying his wife. The cause of death was unknown but somehow or rather, Ginevra felt that it had something to do with what she had said.
The Malfoy Manor became Draco’s and it became the Death Eater’s common ground. More attacks were planned and executed.
She now knew that her family was still alive. Fleur did not make it and neither did any of the Delacours. She had hoped that her family was fine despite the fact that she was with the other side.
Somehow or rather, Ginevra never did know what happened on the day of the wedding. All she had known was starting from that day; she had morphed into something that she did not think possible. She was now a murderer and if she was ever trialed, she would be placed straight away in Azkaban. That was the least of her worries. She hoped that her plan will work and the rest will be left for Harry Potter to finish. She knew that it was his destiny to finish the task at hand. All she could do was to set it all up for it to happen.
The plan will be executed sometime soon and when it happens, she will disappear from the Wizarding World and so will Draco.
In blood, I bind my entire being to you and only you.
~*~
The good always finishes last. Voldemort was finally defeated. No one actually understood how it happened. The Death Eaters had surrendered before even fighting and what was left was just Voldemort on his own. Harry Potter finished the task and destroyed the last horcrux. It was done so that Voldemort would never be whole. Then, together with Hermione and Ron, he had sealed Voldemort onto a stone before breaking it into a million pieces and shattering the pieces into dust. The dusts were then gathered and separated into eight portions. Several potions and charms were casted onto the portions. Then, the eight portions were separated all around the world in places no one would find.
It was strange how amongst all the Death Eaters, Draco Malfoy was not there when they were sent to Azkaban. Nobody questioned his whereabouts.
The truth was Ginevra had successfully turned all the Death Eaters against Voldemort. She was diplomatic in the way she approached the Highest Eight and they had agreed with her. The carnage over power was not worth the death of their very own families. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were the direct proof. It was difficult to convince Parkinson but after Ginevra saved his daughter from death due to his mistakes, he sided with her. It was hard work but she managed it.
When the last attack was planned, Ginevra and Draco had left for Italy to live the lives of muggles. It was his decision that they disappear completely from the Wizarding World. It was the only way to forget about the past and everything that has happened. He was rather surprised by her. He was surprised that even after all that has happened she was still her. She killed many in the name of Voldemort but she was still in her very essence, a Gryffindor at heart. Her plan had worked and Voldemort was no more but the monster had left Ginevra a very bad curse. He knew what was coming but he did not know how it would have happened. The curse that was casted would eventually take away her sight, her speech and her hearing. It would not happen all at once but it will happen gradually until all three senses are taken away. Draco knew of this and this was why he knew that they cannot remain in the Wizarding World.
She left a letter to her brothers where she had explained where she has been ever since Bill’s supposed wedding. She explained to them the situation that she had been in and the situation that she was currently in. She begged them for forgiveness and for their blessings so that she is able to live whatever that is left of her life with Draco. He was her unlikely savior but he was her other half. In time, he had begun to fall in love with her and so did she. He kept all his promises to her and until this very day, he still kept it very close to his heart. She had lost her hearing as well as her speech but she still had her sight. Eventually, that will go too but he will still be with her through it all.
Even if you cannot hear my voice, I’ll be right here.
ORIGINAL REQUEST
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to recieve: Flangst. Perhaps Ginny is tempted to join the bad side... I don't care if she does or not, as long as they are together at the end.
The tone/mood of the fic: As long as there is a relativly happy ending, I don't care how dark it is. Even if you wanted to go with Ginny on the dark-side. Whatever... but my shippy-heart would break if they aren't together at the end.
A theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: "Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you."
Canon of AU? Either/or... you can even kill Harry if you want to as long as that's NOT the reason Ginny falls for Draco.
Rating of the fic you want: Probably adult themed, but there doesn't have to be smut.
Deal breakers (what don't you want): Slash, D/G death
Author: xrachiebunniex
Rating: R
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Book 1-6
Summary: Ginny Weasley has been captured by the Death Eaters on the day of her brother's wedding but she has no recollections of the event. An unlikely encounter of passion with the enemy of her blood changed the course of certain events which were supposed to be inevitable.
Author's Notes: I apologise for being late but I do hope that the story will fit the prompt given. I really did enjoy writing this fic and I have to say that it took a completely different road from where I had intended it to be. Enjoy!!
Beta: DANA DAIDOUJI
September 1st was not too far away now.
September 1st had been a significant day to many minors in the Wizarding realm.
September 1st was the day that the students of Hogwarts would begin their first day of their Wizarding educational year.
Now, September 1 held more meaning. It was now a countdown to the biggest event to ever go down in history.
Severus Snape murdered Albus Dumbledore just about 3 months ago. It was known as possibly the most expected betrayal. Some would have claimed that Dumbledore had it coming and that it had served him right for keeping a snake under his wing. Some would have claimed Dumbledore had his reasons to have trusted Snape and that there was more to the incident. It did not really matter how people felt about it. After all, the man was dead. That was enough to shake the many stable foundations which held the Wizarding Realm at peace. Dumbledore was not only the Hogwarts School's Headmaster; he was a very vital man with many contacts. He was the key of communication in bringing down You-know-who. Now that he is gone, panic had started.
The other key person in these events was the boy who lived, Harry Potter. The boy had turned into a man, overnight. He held responsibilities and burdens that no one would want to carry at his age. Try being told that the fate of the whole world is in your hands, how would you react to it? For the time being, he was heavily protected by the many aurors of the Order of the Phoenix. The organization had not been shattered by the death of its founder. Instead, it had been more organized and stealthier. There was no longer a headquarters; it was far too risky to have one. They changed meeting places every time they met. They were most concerned about the last horcrux that needs to be found before You-know-who becomes whole.
The Weasleys were the main supporters of the cause. Even when everything was shooting itself to hell, the Weasleys did not back down from the cause. None of them backed down from the cause. Even after Bill's incident, none would admit defeat. There was just more determination to bring You-know-who down. Percy returned to his senses not long after Bill had been seriously injured. It had been drama and all when Percy returned. At first, it was filled with resentment but as time passed on, forgiveness came round. It was just in time as well. Due to the current situation, the old Wizarding families were all warned to perform the ‘blood’ spell. It was an ancient spell, which would be performed on the family grounds. It was specifically created to protect every single-family member in the family from all possible harm, provided all family members are present when the ancient spell is performed.
Rumor has it that the Golden Trio had found a way to defeat You-know-who. It gave hope to many but it also made many rather cynical. If the method was so easy, You-know-who would have already been destroyed.
~*~
White ribbons were tied around the house. There were chairs outside the house with an arch, which was decorated with white roses and forget- me-nots. Molly Weasley and Jeanette Delacour were busy preparing the food and delegating tasks to the other members of the house. The younger girls were busy preparing the bride for the day while the younger men were busy preparing the groom.
It was the day that Bill and Fleur would tie the knot.
It had been decided that the two would get married as soon as possible. After all, life was short and no one should get between love, right? Fleur had been adamant in marrying the man she loved. No one, not even You-know-who can stop them, so she says.
The wedding took place and many aurors stood guard, in case there were any planned attacks. It was a small wedding and a private one at that but the Weasleys took precaution. The Death Eaters were attacking at random, who was to say where they would attack and when they would attack? News had spread about the many attacks. Public places were no longer filled with people. Even Diagon Alley was deserted. The stores were empty, windows broken and goods looted.
Arthur had hoped that there would not even be word of the wedding and that the family’s charm on the grounds would spare them from unnecessary blood bath on such an important day. He looked up at the sky and smiled that the weather spell was cast properly. It was clear and there were no clouds of any sort. He turned to his family and smiled at his new daughter.
Unbeknownst to him, dark clouds were looming not far away bringing with them a sense of destruction. There were observers watching the Burrow from surrounding forests, waiting for a signal to attack.
“I pronounce this wizard and witch, husband and wife”
The rope fell along with the bouquet of flowers in the bride’s hand. A moment of chaos took place with desperate screams and spells being thrown.
Then, complete silence followed.
The tied knot and the flowers remained at the spot where they had fallen before.
~*~
They returned to his room. There was no contact. There were no words or snaky remarks exchanged on their way back to the Malfoy mansion. It was a remarkable sight. She was drenched in blood and he was clean. It did not seem to bother her that she had cuts, bruises and blood all over her body. He admired her for not even flinching when it all happened. Then again, the girl had brought it to herself. She was just lucky that she was not killed in the process. Still, to have offended The Master and live, that was something to behold.
“I have no respect for you or your cult of cowards”
She walked into the middle of the room. It was his room after all and to have her in his room was already a great insult. He looked at her and studied her stance. The girl stood in the middle of the room, head held up high even though she was completely drenched in her own blood. She made no movement, no sound and above all, no attempt at an emotion. It had been obvious that she was in a lot of pain but she had her pride. Her eyes were still sparkling with anger behind those dark green orbs. He grew frustrated at her. He was completely unimpressed by her foolishness but he could not help but admire her strength.
“What in Merlin’s name were you thinking back there?” He growled.
She did not answer him. Her blood was starting to make a small pool from beneath her. He knew that she had already lost a lot of blood. He took his wand, waved it at her while whispering a healing charm. As expected, the Master had cast spells, which would not heal with healing charms. The spells were cast specifically to cause prolonged pain to the body and the mind. He would know; he has been there several times. There were still scars on his body to prove it. She remained silent. Her breathing was steady and that remained as the only movement that she would make. He lost his patience with her. Not that he had that much patience for her anyway. He threw his cloak onto his bed and in a flash, went up to her before carrying her into the bathroom.
The girl was like a rag doll. He filled the bathtub up with water and grabbed a cloth. He knew that it was going to hurt her but if the wounds were not cleaned immediately, she could risk infections. He started to undress her and surprisingly, she did not put up a fight with him. In his own accord, he was thankful that she was not making it hard for him. For some strange reason, he did not like the fact that she was hurt. Even if it was because of her stupidity, he felt something when he saw the many cuts on her body. He slowly discarded the clothes away, hoping that it would not hurt her more. He knew that no matter what he said, she would not be replying anytime soon. It was as if she was there but she had no reason to speak. If anyone had just gone through what she had, they probably would not have had much to say either.
Soon enough, all the clothes were on the floor and she stood in front of him, completely naked. He had to admit that she was certainly attractive but then again, this was not the appropriate time to compliment the girl. He conjured a soft cushion so she could sit while he cleaned her cuts. She sat down and stared at his actions. He was gentle with her and she was not sure how to react to it. He continued the task at hand in complete silence. He dabbed the cloth on her cuts and made sure that all of the blood was cleared. He left her for a while and went to grab some healing herbs from one of his drawers. He kept them there to heal his own wounds whenever it was needed. Living in a house with Lucius had taught him to always have some sort of healing charm or herbs around. He used his wand to turn the herbs into powder and took out another clean cloth before putting the powdered herbs on it. It was a long process but he got it done soon enough. He washed it all off after the residue dried on her skin. The cuts looked much better than they were before and were slowly healing. He continued to bathe her and still managed to keep his composure. He clothed her and carried her to his bed where he tucked her in. It was something that he would not have done for anyone. She remained silent but her eyes were still looking at him.
“Get some rest, Weasley. I doubt that the Master will come after you for a while. What you did back there was incredibly stupid but I think you have earned his respect somehow. Count your luck that you are still alive,” he said in a monotone voice, masking away his true frustrations.
He continued to look at the girl. She was completely unexpected. The fact that she was in his bed was ludicrous. She was his family’s enemy. Everything about her was to be looked down on but the girl had proven many things when she faced the Master on her own. She had a sharp tongue and she had her bloody Gryffindor courage to back up those words. The only thing that she lacked was the many defenses and counter-attacks against the Master’s spells. He went to the bathroom and took a long bath. He had needed it desperately. It had been a rather tiring night with all that has happened. He looked around his bathroom and his eyes were immediately drawn to a pile of bloodied clothes on the floor. It had been hers after all. It was a rather lavish dress and it was made specifically for her. The Master had instructed that she was to be treated as one of his guests, unlike the many prisoners (or lack of prisoners considering they all ended up dead). It was strange that the Master would have set out to injure her to this extent after all the fuss of wanting her to be treated like a princess. He continued to soak as he pondered. The Master was a sick being, a very completely twisted being. When he was done, he dried himself before slipping into a pair of boxers.
He made his way back to his bed where she was still lying awake. He slipped under the sheets and the lights lowered. He turned on his side, wanting to give her some sort of space. It was at that moment that he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist and a warm body pressed against his back. He also felt hot tears on his skin. She held on to him and buried her face on his back. She was shaking as she cried; he could feel the vibrations on his back. He took a few seconds to debate with himself but ended up turning around to face her. Somehow, or rather, he felt responsible for her. He was careful enough to not hold her too tight. It would have hurt her more. He held her close to him, closer than any one in his life. He felt her pain but he knew that there was no way that he could take it away. He was living proof of what she is going through.
She was not too sure what she was doing or where she even was. All she had remembered was being in the presence of a complete lunatic. Then, everything else was just a complete blur. She did not remember how those scars happened to her body nor did she remember them hurting. She remembered him washing her and attending to her cuts. She noticed how incredibly gentle he was with her compared to his normal self. During her whole stay at the Malfoy Manor, she had been convinced that the man was not capable of feeling anything. He was always so cold and his eyes had always been so blank. He had never showed any emotion to her other than disgust and hatred. The man who was holding her was a Malfoy, the enemy of her own blood and the ironic part was she was holding him just as tightly as he was holding her. It was then that she started crying. It had been the first time since she was brought to the Manor. For the very first time, she allowed herself to be vulnerable. She had put up a strong upfront in the Malfoy Manor. She had been a prisoner in the Manor for the past month. She was more of a guest than a prisoner but she was still held against her own will, which makes her a prisoner with benefits.
She let her lips graze his chest as her tears fell down her cheeks. He froze at the sudden intimate contact. She felt his awkward reaction and started to pull away but he pulled her back towards him.
“I am not used to being with someone”, he finally said, whispering.
Truth to be told neither was she. The very last person she was with had told her that she was a liability to him. She let her hands wander on his chest, feeling the texture of his skin and the contour of his body. The boy had recently turned into a man, despite the fact that he was only 17. He had scars on his body too. There were some, which looked old, and some, which looked new. She wondered if he had suffered the same fate as she did or could it be, the other way round. He allowed her to explore his body. There had been evidence of hard life despite the perfect exteriors. Then, their eyes locked. He was drawn to her and it was obvious that it was reciprocated. He stopped her. He held her at arms length, both hands on her shoulders.
“If we do this, I will not let you go for anyone or anything”, he said, his voice husky and filled with promises.
She looked at him, uncertain of what he had meant. It was a choice to be made. There will be many consequences if they should be closer. There was a myth that involved the joining of two purebloods in magic, emotions and body. It was said that if both purebloods were at equal level in all three components, the ancient magic, traditions and spirits will bind the two souls even after death. There had not been proof of such magic yet but the myth lived on for a while. It eventually became some sort of fairytale for mothers to tell their daughters, to give them hope about everlasting love. She would know, ever since her mother told her the story, it became her dream. That was until she met Harry Potter. She knew it was no longer possible. Harry Potter was a half blood.
Now, she was in the arms of a Malfoy and she knew that they were equal in emotions. They were attracted to each other but only at the early stages of lust. In a perfect world, it would have been a fairytale.
“Kiss me and I will only be yours, yours alone”, she replied.
She snuggled into him, urging him to claim her as his. There were no questions or words, just instinct.
You are mine as I am yours and no one else’s.
~*~
They remained in bed the next day, wrapped in each other’s arms. There was a sense of confusion and uncertainty but neither had allowed it to be awkward between the two. They were in a spooning position. Her back was on his chest, his chin fitted perfectly at the crook of her neck. There were bite marks all over her neck and they remained there just like the many scars of the cuts that had scarred her body last night. They were healing nicely and did not hurt her anymore. She was in his arms and she belonged to him as he belonged to her. What they did last night was not an action of love. Instead, it was the first step to understanding each other. To allow their guards down and just feel something. He became protective of her and she became possessive of him. They both could not explain what happened but whatever happened last night, it had caused two enemies to bond.
He leaned down and grazed her lips with his. She wriggled underneath him and smiled on his lips.
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
~*~
She tiptoed out of the room with her bathrobe. All of a sudden, she had felt a tiny rumble in her stomach. She knew where the elves were and she knew that if Hermione had seen her now, she would have been murdered by her brother’s best friend. She giggled at the thought but then she froze when her hand reached the doorknob to the kitchen. She did not even know if Hermione was still alive. The elves helped her without even being asked or instructed. They gave her a tray of food and a glass of water, which they placed on the counter. She ate the food and continued to wonder about the recent occurrences. How was it that she did not remember anything about the wedding? It has not been that long, has it? She was not sure what even happened on the day of the wedding.
Soon, she was finished with her meal. She automatically thanked the elf servants, who in returned started panicking. She left the kitchen with a glass of water in her hands. Her thoughts trailed back to the events that had happened before she ended up in the Manor. The strange thing was she could not recall anything from when the wedding had taken place until last night when she faced You-know-who. She was not exactly sure if every one was alright. It did not hit her till just then that whoever that was at that wedding would have been killed. That was when it all hit her, she could not recall any memories of the wedding nor can she remember how she actually got to the Malfoy Manor. A sense on confusion began to form in her mind and the anxiety of not knowing began to upset her. Then, a wary groan was heard.
She looked around the large hall and saw no one. Curiosity struck her and slowly, she followed the sound. The voice came from behind a large door at the other side of the hall. There was a slight opening and the lights were dim. There was a strange smell, as if something was rotting. There were shadows but only one was moving. From the long hair and the unforgettable posture, she could already tell that it was Lucius Malfoy. The man seems to be weeping over something. She moved closer and her eyes widened when she saw what Lucius Malfoy was holding in his arms. It was a corpse of a woman. The woman in Lucius Malfoy’s arms was already rotting. There were maggots crawling in and out of her body. Flies were swarming her body and there was dried blood all over her clothes. The man didn’t seem to mind that the woman was in that form, he seemed to be content that she was there.
She took a step back and slowly made her way back to where she was but someone had grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming. She began to put a fight but it was obvious that her captor was much stronger than her.
“It’s me”, her captor whispered.
The moment she heard his voice, she calmed down. He took her back to the room where he immediately charmed the doors to lock themselves. She did not realize that his room was that far away from the kitchens. The whole entire time she noticed the many paintings on the wall. Most of them were of the corpse that she had just seen in the arms of Malfoy senior. Malfoy junior stood in front of her, looking rather upset. She was not sure how to react to him at this time. If what she suspects is true, the dead woman was in fact Narcissa Malfoy. She looked at him, her eyes already asking the many questions that were forming in her head. He refused to look at her as if he was unwilling to answer any of those questions. She walked up to him and placed her hand on his arm, urging him to allow himself to trust her.
“Master killed her the day I did not finish my initiation task. When Snape killed Dumbledore, he killed her. Father was devastated and although he is normal in front of everyone else, when he comes back to the Manor. He tends to her corpse as if she was still alive”, he explained.
There was a moment of bitterness and guilt in his voice. She got closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She left kisses on his chest, attempting to take away his pain even if it was temporarily. Then, she took his hand and led him back to the bed where she made him lay before mounting him. She slowly took off his shirt, discarded it onto the floor and began to kiss him. He was unsure of what she was trying to do. Perhaps, she was trying to make him forget and it may just work if he would let her.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
She continued to pursue his lips with hers. She nibbled on his bottom lip and used her tongue to seek his. All this time, her eyes were closed but she was still focused on him.
“I’m trying to save you”, she whispered as a tear began to fall down her cheek.
He wiped the tear away and held her face in his hands. The bond had begun to strengthen with the trust that he is putting in her. He returned her kisses with the same amount of passion that she had put in.
I’m trying to save you, Draco.
The questions about her family members and the memories of the past 2 weeks escaped her mind. All that she wanted to do at this very moment was to relieve him of his pain.
Even if you cannot hear my voice, Draco, I’ll still be right here for you.
~*~
A few weeks later, the Master requested to have her in his presence. It was understood that she was to be initiated. The many ranks of Death Eaters were confused with the Master’s decision but did not dare to question his motives. The idea of making a Gryffindor and a Weasley a Death Eater was too delicious to pass on especially if it was on her own free will. The Wizarding realm would have been completely thrown off and it would definitely be in their favor. The only problem was the girl was captured against her own will, there may be need for some harsh ‘convincing’. The meeting took place with the Master and his eight highest ranking Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy was amongst one of them.
She was brought in by Draco Malfoy. Her hand was on his arm and he secured her hand with his own.
“Do you know why you are here?” The Master asked.
She walked away from Draco, to face him. They say fear of a name is showing fear to the person. She was not afraid of that being.
“To be killed?”
The Master laughed. Then, he took his wand and whispered an incantation. She collapsed to the ground like a rag doll when left to stand on its own. The Master picked her up and they disappeared from thin air.
~*~
There was a house that faced the ocean breezes. It was one of a kind and it was cleverly hidden from plain sight. It was a simple townhouse with a beautiful garden. The walls were white and the curtains were floral. There was a protection barrier around the house. Outside magic would not be able to penetrate through it. It was ancient magic, the kind that will protect the family members from all possible harm. Every now and then a member of the family would peek out the window just to see if there was anything outside their barrier.
Tonight, the youngest daughter of the family peeked out the window and noticed that her classmate was lying unconscious on the ground outside her house. She consults her sister and without thinking, they both went out to take the unconscious girl in. they laid her on the couch and tried to help the unconscious girl as much as they could. It was not like they were really close to the redhead but at a time like this; it would be stupid to leave an innocent girl to be ravaged by the unknown. How she got to their house was a completely different story. They left her downstairs while they went up to sleep. They had hoped that she would wake up tomorrow and they would be able to have answers to their questions.
When the last light went out, the redhead’s eyes opened. Her pupils were black and lifeless. It was as if she was in some form of trance. The girl walked upstairs with her wand in her hand. The protection barrier was broken, penetrated by the act of bringing in a non family member into the house, willingly. She walked into the parents’ room and found both parents sound asleep. She pointed her wand at them and a green ray of light sparked out of it. Then, she went to the sisters’ room and flicked the lights on. That woke both sisters up.
“Ginny?”
The redhead pointed her wand at both sisters. First, there were cuts on their bodies and blood started to spill out of those tiny razor cuts. Both sisters shook and writhed in pain. Then, after the blood dripped out faster until finally, their bodies split in half. The girl stood in the room splattered with blood. She walked up to both bodies, bent down and picked up each half of each sister’s hearts. She made her way out of the house from the front door, and then disappeared. She did not forget to leave the Master’s signature.
Sectumsempra.
In the dark shadows, he had watched her perform the gruesome task. She had been charitable to the parents but not the two sisters. The strange thing was that he did not think she was under the Imperius.
~*~
She returned to the Manor, her hands bloodied. She slowly made her way to the bathroom, stripped of all her clothes and sunk into the tub. He appeared at the doorway, did the same and joined her in the bath. He could sense that she had wanted private time but he needed answers. There was something strange about the girl who is in the bath with him. The girl is different from the vulnerable girl he had bonded with a week ago. This girl was marked with the Dark Mark and she was not fighting against it like she should. She stared into space, hands still bloodied even though it was in the water. He grabbed a sponge, lathered it with soap and began to wash her hands.
“I killed them”, she said, in a monotonous voice.
“I know, I was there”, he replied.
She stared at him.
“I don’t remember how I got there but when I woke up, all I knew was they should die. This has gone too far. It should not have been like this at all”.
At this stage, tears were already falling down her face. She could not control her breathing, anxiety hit and she started to hyperventilate. Draco got out of the tub and pulled her out.
“Breathe Ginevra, breathe”.
She could not breathe properly. He pinched her nostrils and breathed carbon dioxide into her. Slowly, she calmed down. He gathered her in his arms and held her as she continued to cry.
She was not sure of what was really going on. She knew that it was wrong but she could not stop herself. She had already killed a whole family with her own hands. There was no turning back from here. Voldemort had successfully turned her into a monster without her even noticing it. The only thing keeping her in tune with reality is the man who is holding her in his arms. He was a boy last year but now, he’s a man. He was not just any other man, he was hers. She cried out all her anguish and confusion.
“Save me, Draco”
“I already am”
She looked up at him, his eyes were still cold but there were emotions in them. He kissed her temple and her cheek before leaving one on her lips.
Yours and yours alone.
~*~
She was at the kitchens again when she heard the same wary groan that she heard a few weeks ago. Much has happened ever since. She was now one of them and she was learning fast about the Death Eaters way. She was secretly plotting a coup de tat against the Master. She knew very well that she could not do it just yet but when the right time comes, it will be done. She already has Draco on her side. She walked straight to the other end of the hall where she was greeted by a large door. She had her wand with her and the smell of the rotten corpse had just gone worst. She quietly opened the door. Immediately, she was greeted with the sight of Lucius holding a maggot eaten corpse in a rather disturbing manner.
“You do not deserve to be in my presence, Weasley”, the old man growled.
“Lucius, you are holding a rotten corpse”
“She is not dead; she is still very much alive”
“The only thing alive in her are the maggots feasting on her”
He placed Narcissa down on the bed and stared at the body right before him.
“What do you want?” he asked.
She walked into the room and casted a recovery spell on Narcissa’s body. In a few minutes, Narcissa’s rotting body was recovered to its natural state before it had started to rot. She was still dead but she was in a dignified form. She was naked, but still dignified. Ginevra then casted an embalming spell which would help preserve the body’s state for a few more days. She had hoped that Lucius would at least bury the dead body. She then casted cleaning spells and flicked it at the curtains as well as the windows.
“She knew that you loved her”, she mentioned at last.
She turned around to leave the man on his own. She knew that it was not in her place to have done what she had just done but someone had to do it. That was when Lucius spoke up.
“You did not answer my question”, he said.
Ginevra turned to Malfoy Senior, a man she has stood up against several times.
“What question?”
“I asked you, what is it that you wanted?”
She smiled at him, in a friendly manner.
“Peace”
~*~
She still remained with him. She was still a Death Eater and so was he. She was still serving the Master, doing his biddings.
Lucius died a few weeks after burying his wife. The cause of death was unknown but somehow or rather, Ginevra felt that it had something to do with what she had said.
The Malfoy Manor became Draco’s and it became the Death Eater’s common ground. More attacks were planned and executed.
She now knew that her family was still alive. Fleur did not make it and neither did any of the Delacours. She had hoped that her family was fine despite the fact that she was with the other side.
Somehow or rather, Ginevra never did know what happened on the day of the wedding. All she had known was starting from that day; she had morphed into something that she did not think possible. She was now a murderer and if she was ever trialed, she would be placed straight away in Azkaban. That was the least of her worries. She hoped that her plan will work and the rest will be left for Harry Potter to finish. She knew that it was his destiny to finish the task at hand. All she could do was to set it all up for it to happen.
The plan will be executed sometime soon and when it happens, she will disappear from the Wizarding World and so will Draco.
In blood, I bind my entire being to you and only you.
~*~
The good always finishes last. Voldemort was finally defeated. No one actually understood how it happened. The Death Eaters had surrendered before even fighting and what was left was just Voldemort on his own. Harry Potter finished the task and destroyed the last horcrux. It was done so that Voldemort would never be whole. Then, together with Hermione and Ron, he had sealed Voldemort onto a stone before breaking it into a million pieces and shattering the pieces into dust. The dusts were then gathered and separated into eight portions. Several potions and charms were casted onto the portions. Then, the eight portions were separated all around the world in places no one would find.
It was strange how amongst all the Death Eaters, Draco Malfoy was not there when they were sent to Azkaban. Nobody questioned his whereabouts.
The truth was Ginevra had successfully turned all the Death Eaters against Voldemort. She was diplomatic in the way she approached the Highest Eight and they had agreed with her. The carnage over power was not worth the death of their very own families. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were the direct proof. It was difficult to convince Parkinson but after Ginevra saved his daughter from death due to his mistakes, he sided with her. It was hard work but she managed it.
When the last attack was planned, Ginevra and Draco had left for Italy to live the lives of muggles. It was his decision that they disappear completely from the Wizarding World. It was the only way to forget about the past and everything that has happened. He was rather surprised by her. He was surprised that even after all that has happened she was still her. She killed many in the name of Voldemort but she was still in her very essence, a Gryffindor at heart. Her plan had worked and Voldemort was no more but the monster had left Ginevra a very bad curse. He knew what was coming but he did not know how it would have happened. The curse that was casted would eventually take away her sight, her speech and her hearing. It would not happen all at once but it will happen gradually until all three senses are taken away. Draco knew of this and this was why he knew that they cannot remain in the Wizarding World.
She left a letter to her brothers where she had explained where she has been ever since Bill’s supposed wedding. She explained to them the situation that she had been in and the situation that she was currently in. She begged them for forgiveness and for their blessings so that she is able to live whatever that is left of her life with Draco. He was her unlikely savior but he was her other half. In time, he had begun to fall in love with her and so did she. He kept all his promises to her and until this very day, he still kept it very close to his heart. She had lost her hearing as well as her speech but she still had her sight. Eventually, that will go too but he will still be with her through it all.
Even if you cannot hear my voice, I’ll be right here.
ORIGINAL REQUEST
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to recieve: Flangst. Perhaps Ginny is tempted to join the bad side... I don't care if she does or not, as long as they are together at the end.
The tone/mood of the fic: As long as there is a relativly happy ending, I don't care how dark it is. Even if you wanted to go with Ginny on the dark-side. Whatever... but my shippy-heart would break if they aren't together at the end.
A theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: "Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you."
Canon of AU? Either/or... you can even kill Harry if you want to as long as that's NOT the reason Ginny falls for Draco.
Rating of the fic you want: Probably adult themed, but there doesn't have to be smut.
Deal breakers (what don't you want): Slash, D/G death