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 an 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: Yet another chapter! You can e-mail me again. That's just about all the news. Happy
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Chapter Nine: And The Sun Is Heir
He looked as if he had fought a war and had survived to tell the tale. Yet Draco Malfoy did not look happy about it. Ginny watched him curiously as he stormed into her room, slamming the door behind him. He barely looked at her as he strode to the window and looked out of it, his back to her.
Maybe not a war, Ginny decided looking at Draco's reflection in the window. But definitely a fight. His right eye was bruised, his lower lip was swollen and his chin was supporting a serious cut. Even with Draco's death Eater robes, Ginny could also see his left wrist was wrapped up in bandages.
Fighting the urge to make sarcastic comment, Ginny wondered if it was safe to ask what happened. She knew he was very prideful and it was obvious that he had not won this fight. However, curiosity was getting the worst of her.
"What happened to you," She questioned.
"As if its any concern to you," Draco snapped in reply.
"You don't have to loose your temper with me. I just asked you a question." Ginny responded annoyed. "Why must you be so defensive when people try and--"
"Because I am!" Draco interrupted, his back still to her. "How many times do I have to tell you not to care!"
"A million more until you realize that your wrong. There are a lot of people in your life that care Draco. And there are people in your life that you care about!"
"Oh yeah?" Draco snarled, "Who?"
"Your mother," Ginny promptly replied.
Just the way Draco acted when she said that proved Ginny was correct. For a brief moment the reflection of Draco's cold gray eyes had softened.
"So... so... what?" He demanded.
"I rest my case," Was Ginny's only response.
A silence fell between them, and Ginny suspected Draco didn't trust himself to speak. She watched him for a little while before sighing and falling back onto her bed. Staring up at the ceiling she wondered how long she had been stuck in Voldemort's castle, and if anything was being done to get her back. It was the first time in awhile that she had thought about it.
"Don't get too comfortable," Draco advised," You have to go see Voldemort soon." From the sound of his voice he had just remembered that himself.
"How exciting," Ginny said sarcastically.
"I heard a rumor this morning you know," Draco told her, "That he's having the Death Eaters attack the Order."
Ginny sat upright. "They have to be warned!" She told him startled, "They-" Ginny stopped when she noticed Draco's reflection was smirking. "Your lying."
"Maybe," Draco drawled, "But you don't know really do you?"
Outraged, Ginny glared at him. "Your just as cruel and cold hearted as that father of yours," She told him, acid coating every word.
Draco turned around, his eyes blazing with anger, and his hands in fists at his side. He was obviously shaking, and had such a deadly look on his face that Ginny felt uneasy. She moved backwards on the bed slightly.
"Don't you ever compare me to him again," Draco whispered with a wild anger, "I'm not like him."
"P.. prove it," Ginny responded. Draco just shook his head, still furious. She didn't know if he was trying to come up with something smart to say, or if he couldn't really say anything.
"I wish I could. But his final moments will prove that maybe I am like him in some ways. He won't win again."
Suddenly it hit her- the reason Draco was so beaten up and sour this morning. Lucius had done this... he had beaten Draco the night before... his own son! Shocked at her discovery, Ginny almost wished she was wrong... hoped...
"Did he... do that to you?" She asked quietly.
"It doesn't matter," Draco told her, "It won't happen again. Get up, we'll be late for Voldemort." Without another word he moved towards the door. Ginny got up slowly, and then joined Draco as he opened the door and walked out into the hallway.
Bellatrix was leaning against the wall, watching them as Ginny closed the door behind her. For show, Draco grabbed her arm and began to pull her down the hallway. She couldn't help but notice the look in Bellatrix's eyes when she looked at Draco. It was some sort of deep contempt. Unnerved, Ginny pulled her eyes away.
"Why was Lestrange looking at you like that?" Ginny questioned once they were out of earshot.
"Because I'm her least favorite nephew."
"Why?" Ginny pressed.
"Because I blew her cover." Draco muttered.
"What do you mean?"
"Forget about it Weasley," Draco said sharply, "Its none of your business."
"Does it have to do with last night?" Ginny wanted to know eagerly.
"Shut up," Draco snapped stopping short and turning to her. "Just leave it alone Weasley! Its none of your business!"
"Your right, its not any of my business," Ginny admitted, "I was just curious."
"Well quit it. Until it becomes your business, I'm not going to tell you."
Draco started to continue walking down the hallway, this time without pulling her along. Ginny hesitated and looked around the hallway. If she wanted to she would be able to go in the opposite direction and even attempt to run away. But something inside was telling her that she had to follow Draco. It scared her that her heart did not want her to go back home. She was supposed to be here. After another pause of hesitation she continued after Draco, telling herself forcefully that it was because deep down she knew she wouldn't get very far.
This time Draco did not stop outside the door to Voldemort's chambers, he opened the door, and held it so Ginny could enter first. She slipped by him and into the darkness of the room. As usual, Voldemort was sitting in his chair, but today he seemed unusually distressed. How Ginny even knew this was beyond her, but there was something in his red eyes that was angrier then normal.
"Ginny," Voldemort greeted with a cool calm. Ginny didn't answer, instead she glared at him. "Have you cried your weakness out of you?"
"I'm not weak," Ginny snapped.
"Indeed. Tell me, what classes at school are you best at?" The very idea that Lord Voldemort was asking her grades was absurd. So absurd, that she answered without thought.
"Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts.... and all sorts hexes, curses, jinxes."
"Did you know that the Founders of the once excellent school you have attended were very gifted wizards and witches?"
Ginny didn't understand what he was getting by this, nor did she understand why he was discussing it with her. "I knew," She answered quietly.
"They had rare gifts and a rare amount of power that could not be topped. This power and these gifts are incredibly rare, and have long since been forgotten." Voldemort continued. "You see Ginny, if anyone had these then they would be very great indeed. And as you know, I am related to Salazar Slytherin."
He paused, his red eyes looking around the room and its shadows.
"I am the last remaining descendent of the Founders. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff have died off. For eleven years, I knew that Potter and I were the last to carry these gifts and strength in power. I accidentally shared some of what is rightfully mine alone with him. He only has a piece of it, and will never have the training needed to reach my potential."
For eleven years? Ginny thought, but that wasn't right. It had been fifteen years since he was defeated by Harry... eleven years would be Harry's second year.... and her first....
"And then, when you unknowingly helped my sixteen year old self gain strength, when you opened the Chamber of Secrets by letting me put some of myself into you, I shared my heirlooms yet again. But this time I knew what I was doing. Do you understand why I need you now Ginny?"
Ginny didn't understand, and she didn't want to know either. She shook her head.
"I planted my heirlooms into you Ginny Weasley because I wanted to be able to train you the way Potter will not be trained. I wanted to give you the heirlooms so it could live on as I will never have a child and my blood will die with me. You are to be my heir."
She was stunned, and still terribly confused, "Why me?" She wanted to know.
"Because you have potential. You have what I had as a small child and I knew this. This is why Lucius gave you that diary to test you and start planting my roots into you. You were easy to manipulate and control, and at first it was worrisome. But you grew a backbone and strength. You were and are perfect for my heir."
"You knew you were going to do this to me before I even went to Hogwarts?" Ginny was horrified.
"Of course... Lord Voldemort always knows."
Ginny didn't understand at all. How had he known she would be just like him before she ever received the diary? But Voldemort was not talking about this anymore. He had stood from his seat and walked into the shadows of the room. He returned a minute later, with a thick book in his spidery hands. He handed it to Ginny and took his seat.
"You are to read that and practice the spells it teaches you. I'm afraid the lessons I was going to be giving you will be cut short." The distressed looked in his eyes had returned. "That Order has discovered our lair. There must be a traitor in our mist.... It is no longer safe to hide you here. Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco stepped out from the shadows and bowed slightly, "My Lord?"
"You will take Miss. Weasley home with you where you will assist her reading and practicing, and will make sure I do not lose her. Your life is on her being in our hands. Your father will be notified of Ginny staying in your residence."
"Yes my Lord," Draco replied.
Ginny felt the bottom fall out of her stomach. She was going to continue being a prisoner at Draco's home? She felt extremely sick. Suddenly she wished she had ran when she had the chance.
"Take her Draco," Voldemort coldly demanded. Draco nodded and grabbed Ginny's arm, pulling her towards the door quickly. "And Draco?"
Draco stopped and turned, "Yes my Lord?"
"You will not be bothersome to Lucius again, or I will personally hand your dead mother's body to you." Ginny could have swore she saw Draco pale more then normal.
"Yes my Lord," Draco said quietly. He turned back to Ginny, grabbed her arm and lead her out of the room without another look at Voldemort.