Disclaimer: The assorted students and staff at Hogwarts does not belong to me, they are all figments of JK Rawlings imagination. With the exception of Severus Snape and the 25 year old incarnation of Draco Malfoy witch I have both blatantly stolen, and they are now tied to my bed…
Rating: R, I'm serious, there are a lot of naughty words and raging teenage hormones in this fic. If the idea of Draco Malfoy doing the dirty squicks you then turn around before it is too late. Oh wait, it already is.
Warning: Lots of language, baby making activities and violence.
A/N: This chapter has a subtitle: The attack of the raging plot-bunnies. You might find this a tad confusing, don't worry, it is supposed to be. It will become clear in the future chapters.
Other People I Should Mention: Tori Amos, the story title is blatantly stolen from one of her songs. "A Sorta Fairytale". Sarah McLachlan own the lyrics used in this chapter. From the song "Full of Grace".
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A Sorta Fairytale
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Chapter Four: Graceless
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Ginny's sleeping form moved softly beneath the sheets as she dreamed of all the things normal 16 year old witches dreamed about.
Suddenly her breath hitched and her eyes opened, eerily glowing. It was almost noon, but the room suddenly grew darker and colder as Ginny was no longer there.
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A redheaded woman was standing in the middle of a vast field of red flowers.
She was wearing ivory white dress-robes, cut like the ones witches wore for weddings.
The woman was in her early twenties, maybe, it was heard to say for sure. Her complexion was perfect, still unmarred by time, but the woman's regal bearing and her eyes belonged to someone older. She seemed remarkably familiar, maybe a cousin?
As Ginny walked closer, she saw the flowers braided in to the woman's hair. There was Ivy who was always present in a wizard wedding as it was a symbol of wedded love and fidelity, and pink gillyflowers symbolizing bonds of affection, but the other flowers and herbs were not commonly found in a wedding. Asphodel symbolizing languor and regret, white heather was more commonly found on young soldiers as it protected against danger. Cyclamen was a burial flower as it symbolized resignation and goodbye, as was Zinnia that reminded of absent friends.
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The woman watched her as she approached, giving Ginny a sad smile.
"Why have you come little one?" The woman asked.
Ginny looked around confused, why was she here? Where was here?
"I don't know, she answered truthfully."
"You have to take care in this place child." The woman scolded her, "there a things here that can kill you, or worse."
Ginny looked at the women, she was exaggerating, surely?
"Then why are you here? If it's not safe I mean."
"This is my haven child, nothing here will hurt me. You are new here, they don't know you yet."
The woman saw Ginny's confusion and waved dismissively with on hand
"Never mind child, come sit with me." The woman gestured towards a garden swing covered in roses a few yards away.
They sat together.
"What is your name child?"
"Ginny, well actually my name is Virginia Weasley madam."
"So you have come to see me at last then. How old are you?"
"Sixteen madam."
"Really? My, aren't you an eager one." The woman gave her a cheeky smile.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, some go for years before freeing the source, especially these days."
"How did you know?"
"Don't be afraid, little one. I am a part of the source as well. I can always tell."
"Oh… I thought it was really rare."
"Oh, but we are…"
Ginny looked around.
"So why are you here?"
"Peace and quiet, I guess… Today is my bonding day, my wedding."
"Congratulation."
The woman brushed one hand over her braid, pulling out a stem of white heather and handing it to Ginny.
"Good luck would probably be a wiser choice of words."
"Don't you want to get married?"
"It is not marriage I fear child, it is the bond."
"You're really bonding?" Ginny asked wide-eyed, "but no one does that anymore."
"The seven does." Was the woman's reply.
Ginny gasped, the seven was something of a legend in the magical word.
According to myth there had originally been an elf king who had fallen in love with a mortal woman. They had begotten seven sons, each with an exceptional talent for magic. The king had wanted to keep his children with him, as they where his heirs, but at some point the King had failed in protecting his lover, and the sevens mother had died at the hand of a jealous female elf. As elves have a lifespan of millennia's and are practically immortal, they do not take a life lightly. Therefore the king could not bring himself to kill the female elf, as his sons demanded. Instead he made her human, and sent her into the human realm. His sons saw this as a lack of respect for their mother, they each swore a blood oath to find the woman and kill her, as well as ending her line. So they all left their father in order to hunt their mother's killer. The King was so outraged by this act of rebellion that he outlawed them in his realm, making it impossible for them to return. The legend was old, it was said that Merlin had been of the seventh line, but already at that time the seventh had been but a myth.
Wow, the seven are real. Ginny looked at the woman who actually was about to marry one of the seven's descendants.
"Who are you marrying?"
The woman laughed, "I might just tell you one day."
"One day? Does that mean that I will see you again?"
"Yes."
"How can be so sure?"
"I am part of the source; the future is mine to know." The woman paused. "Child, I want you to promise me something."
"What?"
"Beware of your lover."
"My lover? I don't have a lover."
"Don't try to deceive me girl. The only way to release the source is trough the ancient magic."
"What do you mean?"
"You know how we did magic before we had wands?"
"Yes, we unleashed it trough the elements, emotions, bloodshed and sex."
"To unleash the source you must have at least emotion, blood and sex. You have a lover girl."
Ginny blushed at the woman's harsh tone and looked away.
"Child, I must leave you now, but promise me you will be wary of the Dragon, for he still is the spawn of evil."
Ginny felt fear gather at the pit of her stomach.
"Who are you? How do you know about Draco?"
The woman smiled another one of those small, sad smiles. But did not answer; there was no audible pop like with apparating. One moment the woman was there, and then she was gone.
"No, come back! Tell me!" She screamed against the spot the woman had occupied only seconds ago.
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So it's better this way, I say
having seen this place before
where everything we say and do
hurts us all even more
its just that we stayed, too long
in the same old sickly skin
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
Oh darkness....I feel like letting go
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Somewhere, not to far away from Hogwarts, a woman opened her eyes. She was still dressed in her wedding robes and her braid was still perfectly preserved by a freezing charm she had applied to it before she went into the trance.
She wiped a solitary tear away from her cheek at the thought of the child she had left behind in the other realm.
Seeing that his bride was awake, her husband-to-be pulled her to her feet.
"It is time."
The woman nodded weakly before following him out the door.
She felt strangely calm as he pushed her sleeve up to bare her wrist. It was a small cut, not particularly painful, but deep enough that her blood flowed freely into the ritual bowl on the floor. When it was her turn she gave a small shudder before accepting the knife, then she pushed the man's sleeve up baring the grotesque mark that branded him as one of the dark lord's men. She stared at it for a second, she had known it would be there, but it was a difference between knowing and experiencing. She swallowed deeply before cutting him, letting his blood mingle with hers. She distantly heard the words that would bind them, eternally.
Then her husband let go of her hand, letting her fall to a crumpled heap on the floor.
"Welcome to the family, my lady Malfoy."
Her husband shot her a look of malicious amusement before leaving her.
The woman pulled herself to her feet; it was too late to back out now. She had entered into a deal with this man, who might as well be the devil himself, she just prayed that the child did not repeat her mistakes.
Maybe her warning would be enough?
She prayed that it was so.
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The winter here's cold, and bitter
it's chilled us to the bone
I haven't seen the sun for weeks
too long too far from home
I feel just like I'm sinking
and I claw for solid ground
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
Oh....darkness I feel like letting go
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TBC…
Sorry about that, the plot suddenly ran away with me. It might be a bit confusing for a couple of chapters as we
will have some visions and premonitions. Too clarify Ginny is sleeping. It's a dream, well, more like a
vision…