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?
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Chapter Nineteen: And the Sun Recovers
Sometimes, the most painful memories are the ones that are always the most vivid in your memory. This was something Ginny new very well, even days after she woken from the Dark Magic spell that had held her prisoner.
When her eyes had flickered open at last, she knew she was back in her bedroom at the Burrow. She was snuggled deep into her bed, her quilted blanket wrapped around her and a tray of food waiting on her bedside table.
However she didn't reach for her food, and she didn't try to go back to sleep. Even though her body ached from the Dark Magic spell, and her head spun in circles, she couldn't bring herself to let that hold her down. She pulled the blankets back and carefully slipped out of bed.
Carefully using the walls and stair railing as support, Ginny crept downstairs. From the silence of the bedrooms she passed, and the brightness of the sun, Ginny knew it had to be around midday. Everyone should be in the living room downstairs. She had to see them.
She knew her father was gone... gone because of her... because Arthur couldn't bear Voldemort hurting her. He had died to protect her, just the way any parent should do for their child.... but Ginny had never wanted him to do it. She had never asked him to, and knew she didn't have to. It still hurt, nevertheless.
Ginny both wanted to, and didn't want to see her brothers. To face them after she had taken their father from them was more then she could stand. She had to see them though. She had to hug them and never take them for granted again.
Then there was Molly... her wonderful mother. The pain that she had to be feeling, Ginny knew was great. There was nothing she could do to lift her mother's heavy heart. Molly had her daughter taken from her, and to get her back she had lost her husband. Ginny felt for her.
Holding the railing tightly, Ginny took a deep breath and moved into the open. Every sullen pair of eyes in the room turned and looked at her. Molly was sitting in her chair, Fred and George standing by the window, Ron sitting on the couch with Charlie and Bill... and Percy? Percy was standing behind her mother, his eyes so dark and haunted that even Ginny couldn't be mad at him.
"Ginny!" Molly gasped, quickly standing up and hurrying to Ginny's side, "How are you feeling? Did you eat? You should still be in bed!"
"I'm fine mum," Ginny answered, letting her mother hug her, but feeling rather uncomfortable. Her mother's hold wasn't the same anymore.
"You really should be in bed dear," Molly advised, pulling back a piece of Ginny's hair.
"I couldn't," Ginny answered, and she looked back around at her brothers, "I want to be with my family."
Ginny couldn't take their crestfallen stares, and sad, unhappy expressions. This wasn't the reunion she wanted and had dreamed about when she was prisoner. And even as she thought this, words that had been spoken a very long time ago it seemed, came back to her.
Draco had predicted this... He had told her, the first time they had met back in Voldemort's castle that when she returned, they would never accept her, if they weren't dead that was. And her father was dead.... and it was obvious her family felt differently around her.
Draco.... where was he? She couldn't believe that she had forgotten about him so quickly. He had, in every respect, sacrificed himself for her. Was he alright? He couldn't be dead...she hadn't thanked him yet. They still needed to talk about those kisses... and how they really felt about one another.
"Where's Draco?" Ginny asked.
The effect of her words was unnerving. Her mother let out a strangled gasp. Ron's eyes filled with hate, and he glared at no one in particular. Fred and George were both cracking their knuckles. Only Percy, Charlie and Bill seemed un-touched by her words.
"Is that all you can think of?" Ron demanded, looking irritated.
"Mum?" Ginny looked at her mother, "Please, just tell how he is."
Molly seemed to be having an inner battle, and Ginny knew why. On one hand, she wanted to support her daughter and give into her wishes. On the other hand, Arthur had just died, and Ginny should be thinking about her family. Ginny understood this, but she needed to at least know that Draco was alright.
Mrs. Weasley sighed, "He's fine. He made a complete recovery and is staying at Hogwarts until school starts."
Knowing it was best to leave all talk of Draco at that, she attempted a smile. She was sure it came out as a false grin, but it helped release some of the stress in the room. Ron looked relieved anyway.
"When does school start?" She asked lightly.
"In a few weeks, but Professor Dumbledore said you should take a much time as you need to recover first..." Molly said swiftly.
"I'm fine," Ginny repeated with a sigh. "And when is...." He voice trailed off. She didn't want to say 'the funeral' but she didn't have to, everyone in the room knew what she was about to ask.
"Its Tuesday," Mrs. Weasley said, smoothing Ginny's hair back again.
"Oh," Was the only answer Ginny could think of. Everyone was looking just as downcast and miserable as they had before. Ginny needed to go somewhere to think. The only way to get away now was to say she was tired.
"I think I'll go back to my room and rest some more," She said after a few moments of silence. No one protested, and Ginny noted, no one watched her leave.
It wasn't under after the funeral did her family begin to act a little like their old selves. However they would never be fully the way they had been before. Ginny didn't dare utter Draco's name again, especially if her brother's were in the room. She did however, question her mother about Voldemort and his new plans.
"I wouldn't worry," Molly had told her daughter, "He won't come after you again."
As to why, Ginny didn't know, and didn't ask. It didn't matter anymore. She looked down at the Dark Mark on her arm and cringed. Her family knew it was there, but she couldn't bring herself to let them see it. She kept it covered at all times. It didn't hurt or twinge.. in fact she often forgot it was there.
Yet late at night she would find herself looking down at it, wondering about these new powers she had and thinking that if she had just stayed with Voldemort and did all the training, her father would still be alive.
There was even a little bit of curiosity about what she was capable of doing. Parselmouth was just the beginning of a wide range of powers she shared with Harry. She couldn't ask anyone about these powers either... except maybe Dumbledore. To do that however, she would have to wait until she was back to school.
September 1st was a date she looked forward to more then anything. She wanted to get away from her brother's especially Ron who had become very over protective. She wanted to get as far away from the Burrow as possible, and she wanted to see Draco.
And she would. Soon.
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Author's Note: Horrible Chapter. I'm really sorry but this was very hard to write because its more of a chapter that would make sure I could end the story on an even number. Anyway, I also wanted to tell you that I'll be going through your reviews, and at the end of the next chapter I will be saying something to every single one of my reviews, both at fan fiction.net and Portkey. Your reviews mean the world to me and more. Also, if you could all head off and read my D/G fic, Assassin of the Shadows that just has had its first real chapter posted? (A whole 9 pages!) Just click on my penname/screen name and you should find the other story. I'd appreciate any reviews there as well. Thanks muches! I'll try and get the next chapter by tomorrow. I'm going to start it as soon as I post this. Oh and just one final note, I'll include a preview to the sequel in the next chapter as well. ^.^