Lune Soleil

Title: Luna Soleil

Author: Samantha Riddle aka Slytherish

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned  by JK  Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to  Bloomsbury Books,  Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner  Bros., Inc. No money is being  made and no copyright or trademark  infringement is intended. Oh, and it has some Order of the Phoenix Spoilers.

Summary: Ginny Weasley is captured by Death Eaters after an attack on the Ministry. What does Lord Voldemort want from her, and what does it have to do with that cold night in her first year at Hogwarts School? What happens when Ginny falls in love, and can't decide between her family and the one she loves so dearly?

Notes: A special thank you to my beta-reader, Samantha for reading and editing this story.

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Chapter One:   And the Sun is Taken

"They've been  too quiet. I  would think it would be wise to keep a low profile  with half their Death Eaters  in Ministry custody, but disappearing  completely- that's a whole different  story. It's not normal."  Arthur Weasley, paused sighing, "It worries  me."

The room  was silent, no one having anything to add to Arthur's  truthful  statement. With the Ministry finally admitting the truth and believing  them, they didn't need the Death Eaters and Voldemort vanishing  into thin air.  Yet this was only one of the many problems bothering  the Order of the  Phoenix.

An empty chair sat at the head  of the kitchen table. No one  dared to even look at it, not without  feeling the darkness that surrounded it.  The memory of losing  one of their number was still fresh. Hardly two month ago,  during  the battle at the Department of Mysteries, everything went wrong,  and at  the same time, everything went right. More then one of  them wished that night  had never happened.

Upstairs, just  above their heads was another  problem. Harry Potter remained quiet,  reserved and hot tempered. Angered by the  death of his godfather,  and shocked by the revelation of the prophecy, Harry had  taken  it upon himself to push everyone away from him. Nothing anyone said  was  going to help or change that, for only Harry could open up.

"We can't do  anything about that can we? We can continue  to prepare for what surely will be  another attack," Nymphadora  Tonks said suddenly, looking around the sullen room.

"And  that attack will probably be where the captured Death Eaters are,"  Moody agreed gruffly. "We caught more then one of their best men."

"So  we should up our forces?" Remus asked quietly, turning  his head to Albus  Dumbledore, who was strangely quiet.

"That  is what they'd expect us to  do," Dumbledore replied calmly, "Putting  more of our number in harm's way is not  the best option. If they  take back the Death Eaters, they take them back. We can  not do  anything to stop it."

"So, why don't we just hand them over?"  Moody asked harshly, "If that's the way its going to be?"

"Because  that  would be just as dangerous as moving the guard around them  up," Dumbledore  explained, "We would loose the Ministry's approval.  There is no doubt in my mind  that Voldemort is up to something."

"Well then, blimey, can't Snape find  out 'bout that?"  Mundungus Fletcher asked.

"It is not as easy to gain  information  from Voldemort then you might think," Snape said coldly. "And I  am  the most useful, when I'm alive."

"Well then what do  you know?" Remus  asked. Snape shot him a nasty look.

"I  know, what I know." was all he  said. Another unnerving silence  fell into the room, until finally Molly Weasley  stood up.

"Would  anyone like some tea?"

"I would love some  Molly," Remus  said quietly. Voices shot up also asking for a cup, and Molly  turned  to the stove busying herself with the kettle. Tonks stood up also,  the  back of her chair hitting the cabinet and sending plates crashes  against each  other. She blushed a shade of red, and fixed them.

"Can I help Molly?"  She asked, once she turned away from  the cabinet. Mrs. Weasley  frowned.

"No, that's quite alright  dear..." She had to turn to grab a  dish that went flying out from  the cabinet, as Tonks bumped into it. "Why don't  you just take  a seat."

A quiet talk broke out from the Order members,  as  the meeting apparently ended. Outside, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley  and Hermione  Granger, sat on the stairs, listening intently. Ron  sighed disappointedly.

"Sounds like they're finished,"  He said with a yawn. He ran his hand  through his red hair unconcernedly.  "We haven't heard anything decent in days."

"That's because  they haven't had any decent news. They are as in the  dark about  Voldemort's plan's as we are." Hermione whispered. She stood up,  and  started back up the stairs. "Come on, before one of them leaves  and catches us!"

Ron stood up, and started after her,  only to turn and glance back at  Harry. "Come on mate," He said,  "Hermione's right. We don't want to get caught."  Harry glanced  up at him, and nodded, getting up slowly and followed.

"Voldemort  has to be up to something," Harry muttered, more to himself  then  anyone. "That's the only reason he's gotten so quiet."

"Dumbledore  certainly think so," Hermione agreed, "But it seems like  it'll  have already happened before any of us know for sure." She paused  at her  bedroom door, and looked back at her two friends. "I'll  see you in the morning,"  She smiled, and slipped into her room,  shutting the door.

Ron turned  towards his room as well,  "Night Harry. I think we'll probably play a game of  Quidditch  tomorrow if mum lets us. It would be fun, like old times." Harry  nodded as Ron disappeared into his room.

Harry continued  on towards his  room, his head buzzing with thoughts. Just like  old times... Old times seemed  like years ago. His thoughts far  from his walk to his room, Harry didn't notice  Ginny Weasley sitting  on the floor outside his bedroom, her ear pressed against  the  floor. She was listening to what was going on downstairs so intently  she  didn't notice him either, not even when his bedroom door shut  tightly.

Ginny pealed her face from the floor, and removed  a lock her red hair  from her brown eyes. The Order of the Phoenix  meeting was defiantly over, and  Ginny had made the same revelations  as her brother and his friends had. There  was no new news, only  worries and questions. She sighed lightly, and pulled  herself  to her feet, heading upstairs. She slipped into her bedroom doorway,  pushed open her bedroom door, and entered. It wasn't until she  had shut the door  that she took off the Extendable Ears.

Fred  and George had left her an  awfully large amount of tricks and  pranks before they had went off to get their  own place. Along  with that they had left her their room in the Order of the  Phoenix  Headquarters. Ginny had been very pleased. At least someone was  beginning to realize she was no longer a child. She didn't need  a bedroom mate,  and she didn't need to be treated like a child.

Ginny sighed and sat on  her bed, reaching out to the bedside  table to pick up a hair band. As she began  to plait her hair,  she wondered if her mother would ever stop treating her as if  she  needed to be protected from everything. Ginny knew there was more  to it then  just being the youngest in the Weasley family. Her  mother was always remembering  what had happened in Ginny's first  year.

If her mother was haunted by  almost losing her daughter  to Lord Voldemort, it was nothing compared to how  Ginny felt about  it. She had spent more then her fair share of nights suffering  through  dreams of Tom Riddle and the Basilisk. Ginny had been a changed  girl  since that night in the Chamber.

Yet everyone had  still seen her as  innocent, sweet Ginny. That wasn't what she  was at all, and she had devoted last  year to showing that to everyone.  Her brothers had admitted she was powerful  with a wand, and she  was already very popular with the boys. She wasn't as  innocent  as everyone thought she was.

Finishing her hair, Ginny rolled  over on her bed, and rested her head on her pillow. As her eyes  fluttered  closed, she wished that just for a day everyone would  treat her as an equal and  not as the sweet, innocent girl she  used to be. That would really take a  miracle, Ginny thought Ginny  miserably, as her world dissolved softly around  her.

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Ginny  was woken by the sounds of panic from downstairs.  She blinked  the sleep out of her eyes and rolled over, the sounds of hushed  voices and desperate cries echoing through the quiet building.  Though the dark,  Ginny desperately tried to see what time it was.  She blinked several times  unable to believe she had been sleeping  only a few hours.

She slipped  out of her bed, realizing  she hadn't changed for bed, and crept to the door. As  she opened  it the sounds from two stories below her floated up, still muffled  but as bad as they had been. Ginny sank to the floor, and pressed  her ear  against the floor. Even with out her brother's trick,  she could hear quite well.

"How many were killed?" Her  mum was asking hurriedly.

"At least  ten," Remus replied.  "That's all I know..."

"And the Death Eaters?" Her  father  demanded.

"All escaped, and a wonderful Dark Mark hanging  over  the sky to prove it." Moody said, harshly. "We don't have  the time to go over  this now. Arthur hurry up we have to get back..."

There was a sound that  sounded a good deal like chairs  being scraped across the floor. Seconds later a  door was thrown  open and there was the sound of someone hurrying down the stairs  in a rush. A crash followed it, and Mrs. Weasley let out a gasp.

"Tonks,  be careful! You'll wake up the whole house-"

"Lets  go," Remus said  suddenly cutting off Mrs. Weasley.

Apparation  cracks filled the air, and  moments later their was a silence over  the house. Footsteps went up the stairs  and entered a room, and  she was sure it was her mother's. Ginny waited until she  was sure  she couldn't hear anymore before she got up and re-entered her bedroom.  She closed the door quietly, and looked around her dark room.

The Death  Eaters that had been captured at the end of  last term had escaped, killing ten  of the guards that had been  watching them. That was the only reasonable  explanation that could  be drawn from what she had just heard. She almost  trembled as  she made her way back to her bed.

Was that Voldemort's great  plan? Ginny wondered, as she lay back down. Everyone had expected  it, and yet he  still succeeded. Dumbledore seemed to think that  it was unavoidable. If that was  so, perhaps there was another  part of Voldemort's plan? What if the Order  member's got there,  and there was an ambush waiting for them? She shuddered at  the  very thought of her father being thrown into danger.

Ginny  sighed,  closing her eyes tightly. That was the risk her father  had signed up to take  when he joined the Order. That was the risk  all of the Order had signed up to  take, and it was a risk that  would save hundreds of lives. She couldn't wait  until she was  old enough to take the risk herself. Then she would be able to  prove  who she really was.

The thought made her proud, and put  a smile on  her face. She would rest easier knowing her parents  could possibly die helping  the innocent. Of course the thought  of her parent's being killed was not to her  liking, but knowing  that made it better.

Ginny hoped sleep would come  back  to her, so she wouldn't have spend the night thinking about what  horrors  would await the Order. Just as she began to doze, a sound  alerted her and she  turned her head towards the window. It sounded  like tapping. Perhaps it was an  owl with a letter? At this hour?

Ginny sat up, fear making the hair on  her neck stand up.  The window was suddenly forced open. Panic overtook her fear  and  she scrambled up. As she backed up towards the door, a figure in  a dark  cloak entered her room, wand out and pointed at her. Ginny  screamed, but it was  the last thing she remembered. The cloaked  figure muttered a spell, and a red  light hit her, making everything  around her black out.