Title Lune Soleil
Author: Samantha Riddle aka Slytherish
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. 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 has always been stereotyped as the youngest, innocent Weasley. No one in her family seems to understand her, and she secretly wishes for her chance to show them the truth. When she's captured by Death Eaters, her new backbone is put to the test. Why does Lord Voldemort want her? What does it have to do with her first year at Hogwarts?
Meanwhile Draco Malfoy is asked to gain Ginny's trust and watch her in between her 'lessons' with Lord Voldemort. When he's not frustrating himself with thoughts of Ginny, who is the only girl who manages to make him speechless, Draco is worried about his now broken family. Determined to make sure his mother is happy, Draco must turn against his father.
But what happens when a love forms between them, and suddenly the most important issue at hand is how can they stay together forever? Will Draco break away from Voldemort? Will Ginny turn on her family?
Notes: Another chapter!
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Chapter Fifteen: And the Sun Learns
Ginny woke up in the circular chamber that she knew so well. Voldemort sat in front of her, his cold red eyes piecing through her like an x-ray. She sat up the best she could, her arms and legs sort of stiff. The last thing she remembered was screaming as Bellatrix had caught her. She didn't know how long she had been out or how she had gotten back to Voldemort's castle.
Her first thought was Draco. Where was he? Was he okay? Her eyes traveling around the dark room, she saw no signs of him, or any other Death Eater. It was odd for him not to be in the shadows while she was in Voldemort's company. She shivered.
The circular room seemed a lot darker somehow. The torches that lit the stone walls were dimmer maybe, she thought. The floor was more damp then it had been last time she laid here. Voldemort's high chair had been a lot smaller once. The fireplace behind him had been a lot smaller too. Since when had that snake arrived?
It seemed that Ginny was just finally taking in her surroundings after days of being numb to it. It scared her that she was just now understanding how serious this situation was. Voldemort was not going to let her go without a fight, and a fight he would certainly have if the Order got their way. That she was sure of.
At least now she had hope. The Order had tried to rescue her, so Snape had told her. They still cared about her well being. Or maybe they cared about Voldemort's downfall, and it was apparent that with Ginny, Voldemort had a better chance of winning. Whatever the case, they would probably try again in the near future.
And then there was the thought of Draco. The gray eyed, pale haired boy with a smirk that had somehow managed to captured her heart with a simple kiss. She couldn't explain it, even to herself, how it had happened. Maybe the feelings had always been there during all those arguments. During all those times Draco had told her off for trying to care. He had pushed away without a second thought.
All until the evening before out on the balcony. Had it been because she had looked pretty in the moonlight? Or had it really bee because she had dared to care- she had the independent, willful nature that Draco needed in a girl. Yet Narcissa, had deliberately tried to keep Ginny from realizing that Draco had a strange something in his heart.
She knew why Narcissa had done this. Lucius had blown his top when he caught them, the maddening look on his face still haunted Ginny's thoughts. It was because of her, Ginny, and Draco kissing that Narcissa was now dead. Which brought on another question, what had happened to Lucius.
Still Voldemort did not speak at all, and Ginny wondered if this was all just a figment of her imagination. Maybe she had died and gone to hell. It would be the sort of thing that would happen to her with her luck. She should have been faster... the maybe she wouldn't be here. She'd be with Draco and finally get the chance to talk to him about their relationship if you could call it that.
Ginny shivered again and looked down at herself. She was still wearing the dress, although it was torn and dirty now. There was still so much skin showing, that it wasn't a wonder why she was so cold. She looked back up at Voldemort and waited, trying not to look too fearful over what was going to happen to her.
Finally, after more moments of unnerving silence, he spoke. "You had quite an adventure,"
His voice was calm and far too smooth for Ginny's liking. She could sense the icy chill to its edges. He was very angry. Feeling it was best not to reply, she looked up into his red eyes defiantly.
"I believe I had a mistake in trusting Draco, although he has astonished me greatly. When I heard he backed out of our cause and joined the Order, I thought he was a coward, but as it turns out his murder of his father makes him very brave indeed... brave of him to defy me and his father so greatly.
Ginny again didn't answer. So Draco had tried to meet up with Ginny by going to the forest himself, and he succeeded in killing Lucicus. She felt better knowing he had gotten out of that house safely, but Voldemort hadn't hinted at whether or not he had killed him yet or not.
"That boy is going to cause me a lot of trouble, and he will to you as well. No doubt is he telling those idiots in the Order every thing he can about my plans. He wants you to be returned to them as much as they want you back. I hear he fancies you."
Ginny didn't know how Voldemort could have possibly known this. Lucius and Narcissa, the only ones who had known about Ginny and Draco's feelings towards each other, were both dead. Unless someone else knew, and had gave him the information.
"Have you ever heard of Legilimency, Miss. Weasley?" He didn't wait for an answer, "It is the extraction of memories and emotions from ones mind. This is something I have great knowledge and talent in for a very long time."
It hit Ginny that this was how he had known, and he had obviously known she didn't know how he'd known or he wouldn't have brought that up. It scared her that he could so easily get into her mind without her having any way of blocking it. Trembling she looked away from him. Harry had every right to be fearful that he had been possessing him last year. Her thoughts traveled back to when she was in first year. She couldn't let that happen again.
"I must get rid of Mr. Malfoy," Voldemort continued, as if he hadn't said a thing about Legilimency. "He is dangerous to me, and to you. It will take a very great deal of time and so I will have to put you somewhere that not even Mr. Malfoy would be able to find."
Ginny's mind raced. An idea had just come to mind, but she was afraid that he might already be aware of it. It would be taking a great risk to mouth what she thought, but it was a risk that might help her remain in his lair, just until the next day and give her more time to think.
"If...if Draco is going to have them come, it won't be for.. for awhile. They might... expect that you'll move me and be waiting outside this place for it to happen... it c.. could be risky." She didn't dare to look up into his eyes.
Voldemort was silent for a moment, a moment in which all Ginny could hear was her beating heart against her rib cage. If this didn't work, if she couldn't remain here just for a little while, then all would be lost and she would never see Draco or her family again.
"You realize, Miss Weasley, that if you try to escape I will have your father killed." His voice was so cold it added to her shivers. Her eyes finally looked up into his own.
"If you do that, you will have to kill me too because I will never work for you."
The harsh reality of her words seemed to surprise Voldemort in some way. He had probably hoped what he said would cause her to go along with what she said. Obviously he hadn't been prepared for what she said.
"Work for me? I want you to learn everything I know Ginny. I want to train you, not have you work for me. I want someone to have my powers so they are not lost-"
She cut him off without thinking, "In case Harry actually wins?"
There was an echoing silence in which Ginny was sure a torturing, Cruciatus curse would soon follow. But the silence was long and drawn out as if Voldemort was really thinking about his next move. Ginny wasn't as easy to manipulate has he originally thought. Ginny was proud of herself for making him think that way.
"Do you know, Ginny that the Order only wants you so I don't have any advantages? They don't care about you, they care about winning this war. They think they are so many sacrifices they can make to get what they want. That is the problem with Gryffindors, they are so selfless and noble they can't see there are other ways of getting what they want."
"They don't want it, they are just doing what's right!" Ginny shot back.
"Are they? Or are they merely doing what they can to get what they want by fighting for it? I don't seem very much difference between Slytherins and Gryffindors. Hogwarts downfall had always been how it divided its students into houses."
"What does that have to do with anything," She questioned, realizing that he was indeed right, and not liking it at all.
"They don't care about you the way I would Ginny. I call all my Death Eaters family. They are my true family for mine didn't care very much about me either Ginny. And when they get you back, do you think anything will really change? They will treat you different because you have me inside you. Is that what you want? To be treated different? In my family you will never be treated different. You will be prized and honored... an individual."
"And be forced to kill innocents?"
"We alone kill those we have to. Those who are in our way of doing what needs to be done in this world. Removing all those muggles and mudbloods and their dangerous ideas about muggle relations. Ginny do you not see? Muggles hold us as if we are freaks, as if we are diseases. I know it so very well. They should all be destroyed before they destroy us."
"Then why try to kill an innocent baby?"
"I attempted to kill Potter because I had to. He would bring upon my downfall because of that prophecy and destroy the world my Death Eaters and I were trying to build. A world in which we would be safe from Muggles would wanted to kill us and our ways forever." Voldemort's voice was raised now, anger dripping from every world. Ginny was testing his patience.
"A world where you'd be immortal. Why are you so afraid of dying?"
Again, the words had quickly fell out of her mouth before she could stop it. He was infuriated now, his hand reaching for his wand already. Ginny's eyes widened slightly, and she slipped backwards just a little bit. He stopped though, his eyes narrowing. Quickly, Ginny decided to try something.
"If you want me to believe you and join you, why can't you at least tell me that much?" She questioned quietly. He must have really wanted her to join him, or he wouldn't have spoke the next moment.
"Did you know Ginny, that my Muggle of a father abandoned my mother when she was pregnant with me? She died in childbirth, and I was send off to a orphanage... a Muggle one. I was cruelly teased, beaten and tortured by the other children in the home. Why? Because I was different. When unexplainable things would happen it would be my fault. Especially when I started talking to snakes. A gift I cherished greatly, those snakes were my only friends growing up."
"And then I got my Hogwarts letter, and I was very pleased. I had known I was a wizard since I had been able to walk and talk... the head of the Orphanage had told me. He was a Squib, who look in wizard children who were orphans.. I told the other children I had been excepted into a wonderful school... they were jealous and yet pleased to get rid of me."
"Hogwarts was my refuge. I was smart, handsome, and popular. Most of the teachers adored me and I was a prefect... head boy... I had it all made for me at Hogwarts. But the summers were growing worse. I dreaded them more then anything.. And then in my fourth year, a new girl came to the orphanage. A young one, only five years old. And she was like me. I came back during Christmas to be with her, to show her what she was and how great she could become. We grew very close, and I treated her like a sister."
"And then, the summer before my fifth year, she got sick. Consumption they told me, and her tiny little body never had a chance. She died painfully, all because the orphanage had no funds to help her. She had been the very first I had loved... and her death hit me hard. The idiot squib had done nothing to help. He hadn't even tried."
"When I returned to school, I began to read quite a lot. I learned about the Chamber of Secrets and my ancestry. I opened the Chamber of Secrets and unleashed the monster within, pleased to see the Muggleborns being petrified and killed. I enjoyed seeing other people- people who deserved it- suffer. I already had enough reason to hate Muggles and Squibs, but I agreed with my great, great, great Grandfather that Muggleborns were just as bad."
"And then they threatened to close Hogwarts, I didn't have much of a choice but to end it. I framed another student and got away with a service to the school. But Dumbledore, the annoying man who had always kept a close eye on me, started to get very suspicious with me. I made the diary, hoping it would come in handy and got my wish to stay at Hogwarts during the summer."
"I wasn't the only one who ended up doing so. There was this girl who stayed as well. She couldn't stand going home and staying with her muggle parents. They weren't her real parents- her real parents had been pure blood wizards who had tragically been killed. Her mother and her adoptive mother had been close friends... and she took her in... she hadn't known that she was a witch."
"They abused her horribly, so she decided to stay at Hogwarts. She was in Slytherin, I was in Slytherin, we got to know each other. We became friends, and over many books in the library began to grow. She was the second, and last person I let myself love. At the end of the next year, just as we left Hogwarts she got into an argument with a Muggleborn who had been teasing her for being an unwanted pureblooded Slytherin. She had called him a Mudblood and he killed her in rage."
"They said that mad boy had just been unstable, so they sent him to St. Mungo's for a time and let him out. That was of course my last straw. Later that summer my father and grandparents mysterious were killed by me. I knew I had to help this world be free of Muggleborns, Squibs and Muggles who were heartless creatures."
As surprised as Ginny was that Voldemort had shared all this with her, she didn't understand why all this would cause him to be afraid of death. It didn't add up, and Ginny didn't think it would be wise to ask. She knew only one thing.
He was an evil genius of a mad man.