In the Eyes of the Eagle

frecklegirl87

Rating: R
Genres: Romance, Suspense
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 7
Published: 13/05/2008
Last Updated: 17/10/2010
Status: in_progress

Sequel to Winning the Heart of An Almost Seven Year Old. This has along the same lines of the first story but yet, this time what if there was someone who turned on the family and tried to destroy it in the process? How will Ginny and Draco survive the process? And what if Molly had more family out there than we knew about? The only family who would be the key to saving Draco, will Ginny be able to convince them to help save their family? I'm currently redoing this story, I will be posting the chapters again, at least once a week or sometimes three times a week. Thanks for the support! Read and review please!

Chapters

1. Mess Upon Messes

2. Shopping Extravaganza!

3. A Night to Remember

4. Purebloods and the Dangers of Disappearing

5. Tempers

6. Moments of Weakness

7. Solitude is a Matter of the Mind

8. AN: Please help me!

1. Mess Upon Messes

In the Eyes of the Eagle

Sequel to Winning the Heart of an Almost Seven Year Old

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Helpful Information: It's July of 2021. Lizzie is now eleven years old and Adrian is four years old. Lizzie was born on April 10, 2010 and Adrian on April 3, 2017. Also I'd like to thank my beta moogle_13 for helping me out, your awesome girl!

Chapter One: Mess Upon Messes

“Adrian Alan!” Ginny muttered under her breath as she entered the living room.

Toys. Toys were everywhere. Somehow Adrian had managed to drag out as many toys as he could possibly carry, dump them on the floor, and then went back for a second round and possibly a third.

Ginny stormed out of the living room of the Burrow and went outside to see Ron, Harry, Fred, George, and Adrian out on the old, quidditch pitch field. It was just what she wanted to see, right? Was she ready for her little boy to be up in the air soaring though the sky as if nothing mattered in the world, let alone ready for him to be on a broom along with it? No. No, she wasn't. Heck, she knew Draco was ready for that. She knew Draco was sneaking him off to take him up in the air before, but that was different. Adrian wasn't flying solo with his dad.

She also knew when Harry, Ron, George and Fred would take Adrian flying, she sometimes didn't want to know just how many tricks they had taught him, they certainly used to teach Lizzie tricks when she was young.

Then she saw it.

She could hear a faint giggle above somewhere. Ginny looked above her and there was her baby, on a broom and flying solo. Her worst nightmare had come true. If she could handle her worst nightmare then could she handle a pre-teen girl, let alone a pre-teen that already knew half a dozen languages at least? Who knows? She certainly didn't.

“Adrian Alan Malfoy! You get down here right now!” Ginny yelled at her youngest child, now forgetting full well the mess he had made in the living room.

Ron, Fred and George, who had heard their baby sister's cry, started to gather around towards Adrian and Ginny.

“Come down here!” Ginny said, reaching her arms towards Adrian.

Adrian reluctantly gave in and reached for his mother. Ginny grabbed a hold of Adrian and pulled him towards her, causing to make his broom to fall straight towards the ground and also into a rose thorn bush.

“Mummy!” Adrian shouted for joy. “I phew! I phew! Mummy, I phew!”

“You're never to do that again,” Ginny scolded, as she took him inside the Burrow. “You understand? I don't want to see you on a broom until you're at least seven years old.”

“But Mummy!” Adrian whined and began to whimper. “I brvoom! I brvoom! I brvoom!”

“No baby,” Ginny said, carrying him with full force now, as he was kicking and waving his arms about, carrying on a brave and full precarious fit of his own. “Not until you're older.”

“No!” Adrian wailed, as his little legs and arms were tiredly giving out from all the kicking and waving about. “I vus! I vus!”

“No, sweetie you mustn't. We're going home now. It's about time for Dadda and Lizzie to be home from their trip this morning.”

“Dadda!” Adrian cheered. “I want Dadda! Dadda let me brvoom!”

“No, sweetie, Dadda is not taking you flying today.”

Then an uproar might as well have happened because Adrian's little masterpiece of a fit was kicking in full force, as Ginny struggled to keep him still. He was back to kicking his legs and waving his arms wildly and madly in every direction.

Ginny quickly grabbed some floo powder with one hand, while her other arm was trying to hold Adrian. She quickly stepped into the fireplace and said, “Home!”

Ginny landed with both feet still pretty normal, like always, but her arms on the other hand, were a little outrageous. Ginny was struggling with all her might to just keep Adrian intact with her.

“What on earth is going on?” Lizzie asked, in Latin no doubt.

Adrian had gotten used to his older sister speaking six other languages around him; in fact, he'd try to learn from her, but his version of it didn't quite match the real thing sometimes.

“He's having a rotten and deranged fit, I'm convinced,” Ginny said, as she carried him to his room, or at least as far as she could get.

“Oh I see,” Lizzie said, following.

Ginny made it half way towards Adrian's room when Draco suddenly appeared and took him out of her arms. Instantly, he calmed down.

“Finally!” Lizzie said, from behind her mother. “The pest shuts up!”

“Elizabeth Nicole!” Ginny scolded. “Go alphabetize the whole library!”

“Mother!” Lizzie complained.

“Your section, the section your mother and I share, and your mother's section but you leave my section alone,” Draco said, interrupting. “Go, before I make you clean the place from top to bottom with an old, grimy toothbrush.”

Lizzie then scattered like the world was on fire and it all depended on her to save it from burning. He held Adrian in one arm, while Adrian was now asleep, as he then took Ginny's hand with his other hand that was free, and led her down the hallway. He let go of Ginny's hand as he then set Adrian down on his little bed. Adrian still slept, even though Draco no longer had touching contact with him.

Draco then took a hold of Ginny's hand and led her out of the room. He shut the door behind her and then took her into his arms.

“Ahh,” Ginny said, as she willingly let herself lean against Draco's strong and muscled chest. “I missed you.”

“Gin, I was only gone for a couple of hours,” Draco said. “I didn't know Lizzie could shop for that long!”

Ginny laughed a little, “Ah, the wonders of the long hours of shopping! No wonder you eagerly took Adrian into your arms.”

“Is she like that with you when you shop?”

“No, you're putty in the clay maker's hands compared to me,” Ginny laughed.

“Yeah, sure laugh. I'll get you back for that.”

“No you won't. Did you even take her to get her supplies for school?”

“Knew I was forgetting something. She really does have me wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?”

“That she does,” Ginny said. “I'll take her tomorrow. You can handle Adrian for a couple of hours right? Just don't take him flying.”

“Oh why not? It's fun. I can't wait to see him go solo,” Draco pouted.

“He already did,” Ginny grumbled.

“What?” Draco asked.

“And I told him he couldn't fly until he was at least seven years old,” Ginny said.

“Ginny! That's harsh!” Draco said. “Come on, sweetheart, you know it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Not when he's only been four years old for four months now. That's way too soon!” Ginny said.

“Aw, Gin.”

“Don't aw Gin me, Draco,” Ginny said. “I don't want him back in the air until he's older. Not just a couple of months after his fourth birthday.”

“Ginny! Come on, sweetie you've got to let him on sooner than that. Don't deprive your own son from his natural abilities.”

“Don't tell me about his natural abilities Draco,” Ginny scolded.

“You know what I think?”

“No I don't know what you think.”

“I think you need one long, good nap,” Draco said as he picked her up and carried her to their room.

“Draco!”

“Hush!” Draco hissed. “Don't wake Adrian. He needs that nap almost as much as you do.”

“Draco Augustus Malfoy! How dare you say that to me! What did I ever do to you?” Ginny asked.

“You seriously want me to answer that one?” Draco asked, laughing a little bit as he shut the door behind him, sat her down on their bed, and then crawled on top of her so that she would stay down and not get up.

“Draco!” Ginny said. “Get off of me!”

“I think I know my name by now Ginny,” Draco said. “Apparently, this has been one heck of a mess upon messes day. Let me see what I can do to help you unwind.”

Before Ginny could respond, Draco had invaded her mouth with a sweet gentle kiss that instantly made her melt beneath him.

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2. Shopping Extravaganza!

Chapter Two: Shopping Extravaganza!

Lizzie was frantically throwing clothes around her room, searching for the perfect outfit to wear but to no such luck, she couldn't decide on which looked better for the evening of the Christmas Ball. It was only just a few days before Christmas and of course, being the Slytherin queen and all, she considered it a must to have a new dress for the occasion, or in her case at times, a new wardrobe. Her mother would never understand the way she loved to spend her money, perhaps as a child she viewed money as the same way she did but ever since her father came into the picture at age seven, her views changed drastically. She was simply Daddy's Little Princess, no matter what age she was at the time, although her grandmother's tastes tended to rub off on her as well as her father's influence had. She was currently in her room in the Slytherin headquarters. Professor Snape had personally made see to it that a Malfoy always had their own room and also one of the best there could possibly be. She was truly treated like royalty around here, including with the Gryffindors, partially only because she was Ginny's daughter as well as Draco's.

“Lizzie, what on earth are you doing?” a voice suddenly asked.

Lizzie turned around and began speaking in French.

“What do you mean? There are only a matter of days before the Christmas Ball and I still don't have anything to wear! And how am I supposed to go to the ball with Michael if I don't have anything to wear? Although, he probably wouldn't mind that, but still!” Lizzie rambled on in French.

“Ok hold on!” Lizzie's best friend, Nicole said.

At her best times, Lizzie had the habit of becoming the exact shadow of Ginny, in that she ran on the multi-task route more often than the one thing at a time route. It was one of the things she prided herself in the most.

“I'm starting to get used to the different languages you speak but if I translated correctly from what you just said, it's time for us to go to Hogsmeade. And Michael who? You never told me about him! And just how many languages do you speak?” Nicole asked keeping up with Lizzie's banter of short speaking in such a hurry. She often wondered if Lizzie would ever slow down but then again, she wasn't considered the best and brightest, let alone the queen of Slytherin, for nothing.

“Six and it's not even the weekend yet and you're saying for us to go shopping?”

How anyone couldn't want to go shopping was beyond her ability to comprehend at times, Lizzie thought.

“Dang, woman! I can barely speak two and yet you've mastered six!” Nicole said. “And yes, we're going shopping, I know you have an invisibility cloak so don't say you don't.”

A look of defeat came to Lizzie's face, how Nicole knew everything about her, even the things she hadn't gotten around to telling her about yet, she somehow knew.

“I saw you buy it last time we were in Knockturn Alley,” she explained, “Now tell me about this Michael person. Who is he? What house is he in?”

“When are we leaving? And how the hell did you find out about me being in Knockturn Alley?”

Nicole chose to ignore the latter question, “we can leave now if you like.”

She helped Lizzie into her cloak and walked her over to the fireplace, “And don't think I'm letting you ignore my question about Michael.”

She knew Nicole wasn't about to give up, she never did unless it wasn't really important to begin with of course. “His last name is Potter and he's a Gryffindor.”

Nicole gasped, the Slytherin queen was dating the Gryffindor king, what was the world coming to next? Oh wait, Lizzie's mother already did this! Except Lizzie didn't have six older brothers to try and stop her from dating the rival house. Surely the first few Malfoy and Weasley ancestors were turning over in their graves at this situation.

Lizzie took a handful of floo powder and said, “W3!” as she dropped the powder.

{ W3 meaning, Fred and George's new joke shop. }

They arrived quietly into the somewhat kept neat and clean joke shop. The walls were black with various colors splattered on the walls. According to Gred and Forge, as they liked to call themselves at times, Muggles often painted their homes or business in this style. And of course, they had a blast doing the painting themselves, the splatter painting that is. The floors were wooden with the occasional splatter paint from the paint wars the twins would have, even the ceiling had a speck or two of the splatter war. When it came to Muggle ideas, of course their father had always been one to be intrigued by Muggles and their objects, especially the function of a rubber duck apparently. The twins thought that perhaps their father's obsession had rubbed off on them as well, hence the reason for the look of the shop had taken on.

As far as Lizzie could see, George was in the back and Fred was behind the counter but was paying no attention to who might be entering into the store via the fireplace, or even the fireplace in general. Her mother always said the best time to prank one of her uncles would be when they weren't looking. Her mother was a trained prankster, taught by the best brothers, Fred and George, although to them they perhaps though they trained her a little too good. Charlie and Bill always had a hand in helping Ginny out as well. Percy and Ron hated that of course.

Silently, Lizzie lifted her wand and muttered a spell in Latin towards Fred, sending him a little bit of a chill and then an invisible hand tickling each of his sides.

“Lizzie!” Fred said as he jumped at the sudden movement. “What on earth are you doing here ? Aren't you supposed to be at Hogwarts?”

“Uncle Fred, since when have you cared if I skipped school or not? Considering you did that every chance you got unless Grandma Weasley put a restriction spell on you,” Lizzie fired back.

“You are too much like your father,” George said, coming in. “What do you need? And we promise your parents won't know of this whole ordeal.”

“We're shopping for a dress for the Christmas ball, or at least I am. It's in a few days and I still don't have a dress to wear,” Lizzie said quickly in Latin.

Fred, still translating what she said in his mind, then said, “Ok, Lizzie, you've got to speak English with us, understand? We do not speak as many languages as you do.”

George came up to her and held out a little bag.

“Your father knew you'd do this one day,” George said. “He said there's a hundred galleons in this bag for you to use one day, and the day has come. Don't be like your mother or our mother for that matter and just take it and go have fun.”

A pair of eyes watched Lizzie beam with joy.

“Thanks Uncle Fred and Uncle George!”

Lizzie began to drag Nicole out of the shop and down the street.

“Lizzie!” Nicole shouted over the loud voices of the crowd.

There was currently a concert of some kind going on. Suddenly, a big wave of people talking and hollering came through the streets of Diagon Alley. Lizzie and Nicole, both had about three shopping bags in total with in each hand.

The phrase, `Shop til' you drop, was often Lizzie's motto when out shopping but of course, Nicole perhaps thought she took it a little too literally than actually meant to be in the first place.

g, `Shop til' you drop'.

Apparently, Nicole thought, Lizzie was taking that saying literally.

“Nicole, head over to your left!” Lizzie shouted back.

Nicole went and so did Lizzie. They came to a shop that read, `Sunshine's Fashion Styles'. The store was bustling with people. People were everywhere. Apparently, they come on a very good day. The store had everything: from ordinary clothes to fancy, prom dresses.

Lizzie's eyes went wide with excitement as they entered. Lizzie turned to Nicole and looked her in the eyes.

“Whoever wins gets to choose how long we stay here,” Lizzie said, as she held her fist out.

Nicole did the same, “Ok ready, set, go.”

Both Nicole and Lizzie quickly did the `paper, scissor, rock' game. Two out of three win, won the game for Lizzie.

“We won't leave until I have the perfect dress to wear,” Lizzie said.

“What about the other clothes we got today?” Nicole asked.

“What are you? The wardrobe clothes, number, limit police?” Lizzie asked in Latin.

“No,” Nicole said back in Latin also. “Let's go!”

Over the next several hours, Nicole and Lizzie tried on just about every outfit in the store. Lizzie probably had about a fourth of the store's stock of clothes in her picks. She had seven different styles of dresses in many colors laid out in front of her.

At the moment, Lizzie had on a strapless, midnight blue dress that made her look like royalty, either a princess or a queen, she looked like one of them. The dress went past her feet in the back, and had just enough material in the front so that her feet could still walk and not trip. It had a shiny, glossy look to it, with a touch of a glitter magic added. It also had white, glossy, long gloves to go with it.

Better not let Daddy see this, Lizzie thought. He'd probably faint. Either that or grin until Mum saw this.

“That is gorgeous, Lizzie!” Nicole exclaimed, as she saw Lizzie standing by the mirror. “I think that's the one.”

“I think so too,” Lizzie said. “What do you think Michael will say?”

“Nothing,” Nicole said.

“What? What do you mean nothing?” Lizzie asked, starting to get offended.

“He'll be too tongue twisted after he's seen you to even say anything,” Nicole said. “You'll be lucky if you get him to say anything!”

Lizzie grinned at the thought now knowing this was the perfect choice. Even though she never would have dreamed she would be going to the ball with her father's childhood enemy's son, Michael, she certainly knew this dress had it's perks about it and for that, she was upmost grateful.

“How long have you two been together?” Nicole asked. â€¨

“Since we got on the train back in September,” Lizzie said.

“And you didn't tell me?” Nicole asked. “Why so long under wraps?”

“You know our families,” Lizzie said. “And the school too. It's not everyday that you see a Slytherin and a Gryffindor together, let alone a Malfoy and a Potter.”

“Your parents were both from different houses,” Nicole stated. “And as I remember you saying, Weasleys and Malfoys were each other's number one enemy.”

“Yes, but they didn't get together until my mum got a job at my dad's company: not while they were here,” Lizzie said. “My father would flip out if he knew I was going out with a Potter, let alone somebody in Gryffindor.”

“What would that matter? You're a Slytherin. You're just like him. What he doesn't know won't hurt him,” Nicole said.

“I like the way you think,” Lizzie said.

“If you were a full-blooded Slytherin, you'd be exactly like me,” Nicole said. “Can't blame that on your mother, though; I like your mother: I love her cookies.”

“You and my brother both!” Lizzie said. “Don't know which is better at times.”

“Oh come on,” Nicole said and then grinned. “Besides, you still manage to live on.”

“Yeah, cause you just wanna go cruising for hott guys in the summers,” Lizzie said. “That and shopping every week if we were allowed.”

“You know it!” Nicole grinned and then noticed all of the other dresses Lizzie had lined up just waiting to be tried on, “Are you about done trying on dresses? I thought you were getting the other one?”

“I am,” Lizzie said. “Can't help if I want to get a red one too. Valentine's Day isn't that far away after Christmas!”

“They're two months apart!” Nicole said.

“Exactly,” Lizzie said, smirking proudly like a true Malfoy.

“You know you scare me at times with that smirk of yours,” Nicole said. “Guess that's why over eighty percent of the Slytherin household know better than to come across you.”

“You know it,” Lizzie said, gathering the clothes she wanted to purchase. “Let's go check out and get some ice cream and then check back in with Uncle Fred and Uncle George.”

Nicole too gathered her things that she wanted to purchase and went along with Lizzie. There were two lines, both of which were empty. Lizzie took one and Nicole took the other. Before long, they were heading out with at least five shopping bags in each hand, including the other bags from previous shops. They headed towards Fred and George's joke shop.

They entered the shop to see Fred sitting in the seat near the candy machine and George testing out new products in the back. Lizzie always knew that if George was sitting near the candy machine or sitting and being quiet for anything, it meant Fred was generally always in the back testing something or another. If the product was something they really were excited for they would have just closed up shop for an hour or so until they were done.

“Holy moly!” Fred exclaimed, as he saw the girls' hands decked out with about ten bags a piece for each girl. “I guess you both took the shop til' you drop saying, literally.”

“You know it,” Lizzie said. “That's what I do. Could you imagine what Grandma would say if she knew about this?”

Fred laughed at this. “Yes but could you imagine what the look would be if your grandfather saw this, let alone your mother?”

“No, but I know that Grandmother Narcissa would be mighty proud of me,” Lizzie said.

“That I would be, Elizabeth,” a voice said.

Narcissa was the only one who called Lizzie by her real name. She had a knack for calling people by their given names, perhaps it was the proper thing to do as what she may have considered to be done, Lizzie thought.

Lizzie turned to see her grandmother Narcissa, grinning proudly.

“Grandmother Narcissa!” Lizzie said as she dropped the bags of clothes and went to her grandmother's arms.

Narcissa always liked Lizzie the best. She looked exactly like her son, Draco, and she spoiled her rotten. Lucius was no longer a part of the Malfoy legacy. He had betrayed the oath of the former Malfoys'. The oath was, ` You demand the proper respect to the name Malfoy, but you must never harm the future, Malfoy heir's mother or their family.' What Lucius had done to Ginny in her first year had set a mark on him forever, and it had also landed him in total darkness and bad luck until the day he died. He was in Azkaban at the moment.

“Now look at you!” Narcissa said. “Just like your dear, old great-grandmother, always taking the shop til' you drop saying literally. And that she did too. You make me proud, dear.”

Narcissa took a moment to look at her granddaughter again and then smiled once more. “Now get along back to school before your father finds out.”

“You won't mention this to him will you?” Lizzie asked.

“As long as you don't mention you saw me,” Narcissa said slyly in return.

“You got a deal,” Lizzie said, and then went over to the bags on the floor and picked them up. “Nicole, let's go.”

“See you later Uncle Fred and Uncle George!” Lizzie said. “Remember you never saw us!”

“Got it!” Fred said.

“Just don't tell your mother about our new invention,” George said. “In fact, don't leave yet. Come over here and test this out.”

Lizzie grinned, set down her stuff and went to see what it was.

George held out a little bottle that was a white color for Lizzie to take.

“Be careful who you put some of this to,” George said. “Just tap a little bit of this into somebody's food or drink: they'll have the hiccups for days. And not to mention they'll say things as if they were delirious from a wild fever!”

“Try it out on your classmates first before you try it on Adrian,” George said. “And whatever you do, don't let your mother see that. She'll have our hides as fast as the speed of light if she ever sees that.”

“Will do,” Lizzie grinned. “See you two officially at Christmas.”

By officially, Lizzie meant when they were really supposed to see the other. Unofficially, Lizzie and Nicole would go get ice cream every other Friday of the week and then stop at Fred and George's shop to help test out new products, as well as stock up on free supplies of hilarious pranks. One prank would say, “You should be kin to Umbridge!”

That one had gotten shut down quickly as soon as Ginny heard about it.

Lizzie and Nicole then went to the fireplace, stepped in with all twenty bags, and Lizzie said, “Slytherin Queen!”

Slytherin Queen was the code word for Lizzie's room at Hogwarts.

After another several hours of sorting and putting away new clothes in the wardrobes of each girl's closet, they both fell on their beds and laid there for a minute.

“Want to do each other's nails?” Lizzie asked, five minutes after they had jumped on the other one's bed and hit the pillows with their heads.

“With my new nail polish I got earlier?” Nicole asked, grinning.

“You grin too much you know that?” Lizzie asked.

“And you smirk too much,” Nicole said.

“Comes with the quality of the name,” Lizzie said. “And yes, let's get this party started.”

“If you weren't a Slytherin, I'd say that ole' hat would be crazy not to put you in your rightful place,” Nicole said, as she then got out her new polish. “Pink or blue?”

“Blue,” Lizzie said. “Gotta match my dress.”

“Only you would think that five days before the ball,” Nicole said.

“You know it,” Lizzie grinned as they then chatted away while they did the other's nails.

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3. A Night to Remember

Chapter Three: A Night to Remember

Song: "Waiting On The World To Change" by John Mayer

Me and all my friends

We're all misunderstood

They say we stand for nothing and

There's no way we ever could

Now we see everything that's going wrong

With the world and those who lead it

We just feel like we don't have the means

To rise above and beat it

So we keep waiting

Waiting on the world to change

We keep on waiting

Waiting on the world to change

It's hard to beat the system

When we're standing at a distance

So we keep waiting

Waiting on the world to change

Now if we had the power

To bring our neighbors home from war

They would have never missed a Christmas

No more ribbons on their door

And when you trust your television

What you get is what you got

Cause when they own the information, oh

They can bend it all they want

That's why we're waiting

Waiting on the world to change

We keep on waiting

Waiting on the world to change

It's not that we don't care,

We just know that the fight ain't fair

So we keep on waiting

Waiting on the world to change

And we're still waiting

Waiting on the world to change

We keep on waiting waiting on the world to change

One day our generation

Is gonna rule the population

So we keep on waiting

Waiting on the world to change

We keep on waiting

Waiting on the world to change

Nicole entered into a room that was engrossed in darkness and the temperature was currently set at freezing apparently, she thought. Lizzie seemed to have the oddest habits of living in the Slytherin Household, including how she slept. She never understood how someone could sleep in such an amount of total darkness; it was beyond her completely.

“Lizzie!” Nicole said, as she tried to get Lizzie to wake up.

It was the morning of the ball; or rather it was already 3 in the afternoon on that Saturday. Nicole was already in a frantic state; Lizzie had never slept this late before.

And she couldn't have picked a better day to do so, Nicole thought

There was knocking sound at the door.

Nicole got up and went to the door, opened it and saw Michael.

“What are you doing?” She couldn't put her finger on it exactly but she had the strangest feeling about him, something just wasn't quite right.

“Checking up on my girlfriend if that's ok with her best friend,” Michael sneered as he swiftly went past her and went to Lizzie, who was still sound asleep and under the covers of her bed.

He spoke softly to Lizzie as she still slept away the day, and he shook her just a tad but as he still tried to wake her up.

“I already tried that,” Nicole said, watching Michael try to awaken her.

“Apparently, your ways didn't work as you can see,” Michael said, “but mine are more persuasive.”

“Oh, so you think so?” Nicole said, getting rather annoyed at Lizzie's boyfriend.

“I do,” Michael smirked as he lowered his head towards Lizzie's and kissed her.

Before long, Lizzie was responding back; like a true Malfoy, indeed. The way to get them up was to get their lovers to kiss them. Michael and Lizzie weren't lovers but after all, Lizzie wasn't Draco Malfoy's daughter for nothing. She often followed in her father's footsteps without even realizing it at times.

“Morning to you too,” Lizzie said, opening her eyes.

“More like afternoon,” Michael said, kissing her again, biting her lip gently.

“Afternoon?” Lizzie rose up knocking Michael over a little bit.

“I've tried to get you up before now but you simply shooed me away with your fist,” Nicole said.

“Oops, sorry about that Nicole,” Lizzie grinned going back to Michael's warm and inviting lips.

“Ok, enough is enough,” Nicole said getting tired of seeing this, grabbed a hold of Michael and pulling him away from Lizzie, “you two can continue your make out session later on tonight. Right now, I have to get Lizzie to her hair appointment. Let alone get her ready for the ball tonight.”

“Oh come on Nicole,” she whined, “just a little bit longer.”

“No,” Nicole said, shoving Michael out the door of their room, “good-bye Michael. She'll see you later tonight, I promise you that.”

“Aww, that was mean,” Lizzie said.

“Drastic times calls for drastic measures,” Nicole said.

“Oh please, whatever.”

~*~

“Nicole! Where's my ruby necklace?”

“Ruby? Damn girl, you're about as expensive as expensive gets. If it wasn't for your mother not knowing about your Grandmother Narcissa spoiling you like a true Malfoy is at times, then I'd swear you'd be a true Slytherin Ice Queen by now.”

“Oh I already am,” Lizzie said, a little too proudly with too much pride, “do you know where it is or not? I need to know which jewelry to put on if that one isn't found at this moment.”

“Oh relax would you?” Nicole asked, “Its right where you left it last, on your nightstand by the lamp.”

“Would you bring it to me please?” Lizzie asked.

“You're being a little too bossy today Lizzie,” Nicole said, “Remember, I have a date too. I also, need to get ready. So hurry up in there.”

“Ok, ok, ok,” Lizzie said, clasping the necklace around her neck. “It's all yours now.”

“Ooh you look pretty in that gorgeous dress,” Nicole said, as she too had just gotten into her own dress. “I don't know who will be pleased more: Michael or that idiotic geek-looking, Gryffindor Thomas Craven.”

She stood near the mirror in her room staring at her hair, trying to fix it just right as she continued talking to Nicole, who was using the mirror in Lizzie's bathroom.

“Oh that's disgusting and unpleasant! You dare to even speak his name? What are you trying to do? Jinx the night away? It hasn't even officially started yet.”

“Sorry, just pointing out the obvious.”

Thomas Craven had been a Gryffindor who apparently was obsessed with Lizzie and all her fabulous glory. At first she was flattered but then it became stalker-ish and creepy. Several of the Slytherin boys had threatened him enough to make him back off of their high prized queen of the house, even Professor Snape was impressed at how much loyalty she commanded with such a simple ounce of facile. It was simply amazing at that.

Lizzie was wearing a beautiful clover green, strapless satin ball gown with criss-cross ruched bust with beading in the upper middle section. She was the image of beauty, quite exquisite and nothing less. If there was one thing she prided herself on, it was her choice of fashion; she had a theory that if she were to be walking down the street and she met some famous person, what kind of first impression would she make if she wore simple clothes such as muggle jeans and t-shirts? She never went out into public without a made over face at least.

“Well don't when it comes to that ugly geek,” Lizzie said.

Nicole was wearing a stunning deep red satin spaghetti strap trumpet with ruched bust and open criss-cross back. It dipped down low enough to show just enough of what she wanted, she couldn't possibly let Lizzie take the stage show completely now could she? All of her life she had been the one who was neglected the most, granted having older siblings would do that to a person but being second to Lizzie was better than nothing she supposed. If anything, she considered herself to be like Pansy Parkinson, always around and yet, always important but yet, kept at bay as well. Ever since she had met Lizzie, she became her own person, or at least the princess of slytherin.

“You know that dress would look even better if it was a deep green instead of a deep red,” Lizzie said, zipping up the back of her dress.

“Too bad,” Nicole said, “it's staying as it is. If I were going to change it, it'd be black not green.”

“Determined to be naughty tonight are you?” Lizzie asked.

Red and black seemed to be the sexiest colors there ever possibly could be. Red simply meant love but yet, also a bit risky at the same time. Add the black, and you've got an air of mystery to the night.

“You never know,” Nicole said almost dirty-like enough to turn on a man, if one were standing right beside her.

After another ten minutes of primping and each girl was ready to greet their dates for the night.

“Ok, let's go barge in on our men,” Lizzie said.

“Nope,” Nicole said, “Ryan is meeting me down in the common room, which brings to my attention that I was supposed to be down there about five minutes ago.”

“What are you waiting on then?” Lizzie asked. “Go already!”

They hurried out of the room and Nicole split away from Lizzie once she saw Ryan Corners by the fireplace, leaving Lizzie to go find her man.

“You look gorgeous Nikki,” Ryan said, stealing a kiss.

“Thank-you Ryan and I thought I told you never to call me Nikki again,” Nicole said, “it's so not classic at all.”

“I'm sorry malady,” Ryan said, recovering from his apparent mistake by kissing her again and graveling at her feet. “ “Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white, nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave and leave the world no copy.””

“Don't gravel at my feet, well it wouldn't hurt but don't go too far to where it's pathetic,” Nicole ordered and a little shocked he had quoted a muggle being, at least he was a great Muggle but still a Muggle nonetheless. “Were you just quoting a muggle?”

“A great while ago the world begun, with hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, and we'll strive to please you every day.” He grinned only towards her but continued to stare at her beauty as they talked.

When it came to who was bossier than who, Nicole tied with Lizzie in the Slytherin household. She definitely knew her place though when it came to a society social status among the household; she would always be placed right after Lizzie as second.

“You got it my dear,” Ryan said, offering an arm, “ready to go?”

Nicole took his hand, instead of his arm and then went with him.

Meanwhile, Lizzie on the other hand, was currently in Michael's room, looking for him but yet he was nowhere to be found.

Lizzie scrounged through the Gryffindor common room, even though she had never been in this room as her mother had once had, she knew the way around. She had a copy of the Maurader's Map from Uncle's George and Fred. She knew the whole castle basically. She constantly made her way towards the doorway to the common room.

“Miss Malfoy,” a voice said from behind.

Lizzie turned around and looked to see a stubby little elf at her feet.

“What do you want?” Lizzie asked.

Apparently, she was exactly like her father when it came to house elves. He didn't really care about manners when it came to them and neither did Lizzie. Both her and her father just covered that little fact when Ginny was around.

The little stubby elf held out an envelope with her name on it.

“This is for you madam,” the elf said, with a smile on her face. “Mr. Potter requests for you to receive this at this time of evening. He wishes you to come to him.”

“Very well,” Lizzie said. “Would you be able to lead the way to him?”

“I'm afraid I can not do that Miss,” the elf said. “I now say good-bye and good luck with your quest.”

Then just like that, the stubby little elf was gone.

Well that was rude, Lizzie thought. Not even a hint on where to go.

The envelope in Lizzie's hands was starting to get warm for some odd reason. She jittered a little at that little predicament. She started to open the envelope. Inside was the most beautiful green card with glossy white writing on it with the trim just as the same.

My dear Lizzie,

Tonight will be a night to remember for you and for the both of us. Here in this card, among others, I've left a trail that is of our first things we shared as a couple, that leads the path to finding me. For the first task, you must go to the place where we shared our first first together. Good luck my love.

Love yours forever,

Michael Potter

So that's what this was about, Lizzie thought. I'm supposed to find him through out the mist of all this mess. What was our first first?

Lizzie thought on this for a moment.

First holding hands, first kiss, first special moment. Which was it? Which came first for that matter?

At that moment, a beautiful red rose appeared to her, which was also floating in the air towards her. She reached out and took it and then instantly knew where to go, the Slytherin Gardens': where she had first received her first kiss.

Again, like before, there was a little stubby elf again when she got to the beautiful fountain that was surrounded by roses and all other flowers equally beautiful, in the Slytherin Gardens'.

“Congratulations Miss Malfoy,” the little elf said. “You've completed the first task. Mr. Potter wishes me to give you this.”

Again, the elf held out yet another envelope for her to take.

Lizzie took it and then opened it.

My dearest Lizzie,

If you're reading this, then you've made it though the first round. There are only as many rounds as many firsts we have discovered together. Now, go to the place where we shared our first moment together. By the way, you look beautiful my dear. If only I could get up close to you to prove to you how beautiful you are. Only one more task after this.

Forever yours,

Michael Potter

Lizzie then rushed off to the next place, the lake by the Gryffindor tower.

Again, the stubby little elf was there when she got there.

“What have you got for me this time?” Lizzie asked.

The elf smiled and then held out the last letter to Lizzie.

My sweet Lizzie,

For the last task, I'll ask you to do one thing. Turn around and look.

Internally yours,

Michael

That was short, Lizzie thought.

The elf disappeared all of a sudden. Lizzie then did as the letter had requested.

Lizzie turned around to be in Michael's arms as he suddenly dipped her backwards a little bit, leaned down and kissed her.

“You sneaky thing you,” Lizzie said as Michael slowly pulled her back up to a right position.

“Don't I know it,” Michael said, as he pulled something out of his pocket.

Lizzie looked as he did this.

“Michael, uh…” Lizzie started. “That isn't what I think it is, is it?”

“Are you thinking it's an engagement ring?” Michael asked.

“Well,” Lizzie said. “Yes, that's exactly what I'm thinking at this moment.”

“Well, you're wrong my dear,” Michael said.

Lizzie's eyes dropped back to normal for relief.

“It's a promise ring,” Michael said, as he opened it up for her to see.

It was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. Gold band with three little diamonds surrounding one big diamond.

“It's beautiful Michael,” Lizzie said, as she put it on her right ring finger. “Thank-you.”

“Let's go shall we?” Michael asked.

“Yes but first,” Lizzie said.

“First what?” Michael asked.

“First this,” Lizzie said, as she then stepped closer pulling him and kissed him hard.

The kiss then turned into more of a sweet and gentle kiss.

“I think I love you Elizabeth Nicole Malfoy,” Michael whispered against her lips.

“And I love you, Michael John Potter,” Lizzie whispered against his lips and then deepened the kiss.

Notes:

And I know the chapters are not as long as I would like them to be but I am trying! Please review!

Here are the links to the girls' dresses.

Lizzie's dress:

http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesmaids_detail.jsp?stid=3730&prodgroup=110

Nicole's dress:

http://www.davidsbridal.com/bridesmaids_detail.jsp?stid=2971&prodgroup=110

Quotes:

“Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white, nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Lady, you are the cruel'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave and leave the world no copy.”—Shakespeare's play, Twelfth Night. Act I: Line 256-261.

“A great while ago the world begun, with hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, and we'll strive to please you every day.”—Shakespeare's play, Twelfth Night. Act IV: Line 414-417.

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4. Purebloods and the Dangers of Disappearing

Chapter Four: Purebloods and Dangers of Disappearing

“Who gave her what?” Draco shouted in anger towards Ginny.

“Don't you dare yell at me Draco Malfoy,” Ginny said. “Our daughter, is dating Michael Potter and he gave her a promise ring, a beautiful one at that if I don't say so myself.”

Ginny smiled at the thought of how beautiful the ring was when Lizzie had described it to her in her last letter, but kept her smile to a minimum at the reasoning of her husband on the edge at the moment.

“But Gin, he's a Potter,” Draco said. “He's not even pureblood!”

“Why should that matter?” Ginny asked in a rage.

“It's important to me that our children don't break the line of the purebloods in our society and our family. I won't stand for the Malfoy line to be broken by some half blood!” Draco growled.

SLAP!

Ginny slapped Draco harder than she had ever before.

“How dare you! You'd sacrifice your own daughter to somebody who is pureblood whom she doesn't even love in order to keep the line clean? I must have been wrong to let you know of your heir almost six years ago!” Ginny sneered and then raised her hand again to strike again.

Instead, Draco took a hold of it tightly and then took a hold of her other hand as she tried to do the same again. He looked into her eyes and spoke.

“You know damn well that I would. If it hadn't of been for Colin convincing you to come back to me then we wouldn't be here right now. You wouldn't have me in your bed every night, you wouldn't have Adrian right now, you wouldn't even have the clothes that are on your back right now if it wasn't for me,” Draco said, as he watched Ginny's face and emotions convert to anger and hatred.

Then without warning, Draco leaned down and aggressively kissed her, to the point where he was bruising her lips and she him also. They fought like this for the next few minutes, hard and demanding, until Draco released her from his grasp and looked to see tears in her eyes.

Draco let his guard down and then realized what he had done. He had taken control and yet, even though Ginny fought back he still overrode the situation. Ginny was having a hard enough time trying to cope with the words Draco had said to her, let alone keeping the tears back as he faced her in silence.

“If you'd rather me leave and leave you alone, then good-bye,” Ginny said as she turned around and left the room, with a single tear rolling down her cheek as she went along the corridor to her study.

Ginny stayed there for hours before a house elf had visited her asking her if she was hungry. In reply, she had said no. The house elf went out of the room as Ginny had ordered it to. She doubted if Draco would come and find her and settle this between the two of them. She wasn't even sure if he knew she hadn't left the manor yet.

In the meantime, Ginny pulled out one of her favorite classics, Jane Eyre, a Muggle classic story. It was about a girl who grew up in her deceased uncle's house with his mistress that treated her cruelly and then one-day, she was taken to all girls' school that wasn't much better than where she was before but it was an improvement. Over the years, she had gotten a job as a teacher at the school and then went to a house as a governess and ended up falling in love with the master of the household.

Even though the story was mixed with sadness and also happiness with love intertwined together, reading this tale had always soothed her, or at least helped her to relax.

Again, a few hours later, another house elf had come.

“What is it?” Ginny asked, aggravated.

“The Master is requesting your presence in his study milady,” the house elf said.

“Tell the Master as you call him, I refuse. If he wants to act like a git to his own wife, then he can do without me for a while. Tell him that if he doesn't apologize for his actions and hurtful words then I am leaving with his three heirs in the next few days,” Ginny said. “You may go.”

The house elf cringed at her words and then went as she had said.

Draco of course, had been in an uproar and had tried to storm into her study. But unfortunately for him, Ginny had set up protection around her against him. He wasn't allowed in her study. They could only communicate through the house elves. Even they didn't want to participate in this quarrel. They knew it could get ugly.

“Ginny!” Draco roared outside of Ginny's study, pounding on the door.

Ginny jumped at the sudden alarm of the door sounding as if it was going to be beat down at any second.

“You are not allowed to leave this place ever!” Draco shouted from the other side of the door out in the hallway.

“You want to bet?” Ginny muttered to herself and then yelled, “Yes I can!”

“Not without my consent Ginevra Molly Weasley Malfoy!” Draco shouted in return.

Fuming with anger, Ginny got up out of her chair and stormed towards the door, opened it quickly and rapidly had Draco against the wall on the other side of the corridor and spoke volumes to him.

“I shall if I please to Malfoy,” Ginny said, still fuming with rage in her system. “This is sure of a way to let you in on this Malfoy but I'm leaving with your three heirs in the next two days unless you pull your act together and fix what you've messed up.”

With those last words she apparated away to a place that Draco had no clue about.

“Ginny what on earth are you doing here?”

Ginny turned around to see her oldest brother, Bill staring right at her with the most curious look on his face as to why she was here all of a sudden.

“I had to get away,” Ginny replied.

“From what? And why did you decide to come to this place where it's freezing cold?” Bill asked.

“From Draco,” Ginny said, but then looking at the door behind him that was slightly open but had an eerie feeling to it. “I just thought of a place where he would never think of to look for me. What's beyond that door?”

He looked back and quickly shut it without hesitance.

“William Andrew Weasley what have you got in there?” Ginny asked, as she walked towards the door.

Bill kept walking backwards as he watched Ginny keep moving towards the door.

“N-Nothing,” Bill said. “Nothing in there.”

“Un-huh, sure right. Like I believe that lie,” Ginny said as she reached the doorknob.

Before Ginny could touch the doorknob to turn it, Bill had closed the door tightly.

“What the hell?”

“No Ginny,” Bill said. “You can't go in there.”

“And why the hell not?” Ginny demanded.

“Because I said so!”

“That's a bunch of bull,” Ginny snorted. “Move aside.”

“No,” Bill said.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“You better if you knew what was good for you.”

“You're not going to convince me.”

“STUPIFY!”

Ginny couldn't really believe she had just stunned her own brother but she really wasn't in the mood to be told no to. Not with what Draco just put her through.

She turned the knob of the door and took a step in the door. Tears came to her eyes as she looked to see the most horrifying thing she ever did see. Instantly, she ran out of the room with tears flowing freely as they pleased down her cheek. She didn't want to go home, certainly didn't want to stay here, or even go to Ron's or Harry's for comfort, or even her old place of her's. Strangely enough, she just apparated not having a care in the world where she landed.

“Oh my dear, are you alright?” a voice asked sweetly.

Ginny looked up to see her mother-in-law, Narcissa Malfoy, looking straight at her.

“Ginevra? Are you all right? You look as if you've been crying and like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong?” Narcissa asked again, coming closer to her.

“That's because I have been and I did,” Ginny said.

“What? Impossible Ginny, there was no way you saw a ghost, or rather one that wasn't meant to be here,” Narcissa said.

“Well I did!” Ginny snapped.

“Dear, what did Draco do this time?”

“How do you know it was Draco that did something if I'm crying?”

“You hardly ever cry like this unless he's done something incredibly stupid of himself.”

“You really do know your own son don't you?”

“I raised him sweet thing, wouldn't you think a mother would know her own child?”

“Well yes, I suppose so.”

“Well Ginny, what did he do this time?

“He started talking about the pureblood issue. Lizzie is dating a Gryffindor that is also a half-blood. He said he willing to not let anybody in the Malfoy line to break the line of the purebloods and even if it risked hurting them. He knew I didn't approve of that. He argued against me.”

“Ginny, I can't say that I disagree with him on the line issue because I don't. I'm the one who bred that into him,” Narcissa said as she watched Ginny's face turn to shock.

“You did what?” Ginny asked. “I can't believe this! You're both willing to sacrifice something so stupid to the will of your own? Good grief! Why did I ever get mixed into this mess? I should have never---“

“Ginny, don't finish that sentence or you will regret it, mark my words you will,” Narcissa said. “Now, go back to your husband and agree with him or not only will you and Draco have troubles, but you and I will also.”

Ginny sneered as she then turned around to go home. But then decided against it.

“Like hell I will,” Ginny said and apparated away from the Manor.

Again not knowing where she was going, she incidentally ended up at the gates of Hogwarts.

“Ginny?”

Ginny turned around. She instantly fainted and fell to the ground full of snow.

It was the ghost she had seen at Bill's. It was a great aunt that she had been raised by for a few months when she was younger when her mother had been dangerously sick enough to have to send her youngest away for a while.

“Oh dear,” the ghost said. “Ginny's not going to like me for this but here goes.”

The ghost then disappeared from the gates of Hogwarts and into the castle and into Lizzie's room. Lizzie was currently about to test one of the products that had been given to her by Fred and George.

“What the hell!” Lizzie said as she saw the ghost that looked like her mother. “Mother?”

“No dear,” the ghost said. “I'm not your mother, I'm your great-great aunt to come to tell you to go to the gates of Hogwarts and save your mother before the cold takes her life and the life within her.”

“Mum!” Lizzie screamed as she rushed to the window to see what the ghost had told her. There lied her mother down at the gate unconscious. She got her coat on, the invisibility cloak on, and made sure she had her wand with her as she scrammed out of the castle towards the gates.

As she ran down the stairs, towards the big doors of the castle she ran into a Professor.

“Excuse you young lady,” Professor McGonagall said. “What on earth are you running at such as speed as you were for?”

“Excuse me Professor but I've got to go save my mother out by the gate in this cold and dreadful weather,” Lizzie said.

“What? Your mother is not here,” Professor McGonagall said.

“Suit your self with that idea but I'm going to go get her. You just watch me.”

Without another word more, Lizzie again flew by Professor McGonagall and out the doors of the castle.

“Miss Malfoy!” Professor McGonagall hollered after her, running also down the icy steps towards the gate.

“Mum!” Lizzie shouted as she came closer and knelt beside her.

“Miss Weasley!” Professor McGonagall cried, not realizing what she had said behind Lizzie. “I'm sorry child I didn't believe you.”

“She's not a Weasley anymore Professor,” Lizzie sneered.

The professor ignored her as she lifted her up with her wand and levitated her back to the castle with Lizzie beside her all of the way. That is, by her mother's side, not the professor's. She didn't appreciate the professor calling her mother by her maiden name when she very well knew it wasn't her name anymore.

She received many stares when she entered the castle with her mother by her side unconscious, but she easily shot down those stares with a one of her own.

Three hours later, Lizzie was sitting by her bed that had her mother lying on it at the moment. Lizzie had refused to let her mother stay in the infirmary but had insisted she stay in her own private room. So here Ginny was, in Lizzie's room. Nicole's room had been moved on the account of Lizzie saying so because she could, as she had put it.

“Draco…” the words mumbled out of Ginny's mouth as she began to come back to her senses.

“Mum?” Lizzie said as she watched her mother begin to stir.

“Lizzie? How on earth did I get here?”

“You were unconscious when we found you,” Lizzie replied.

“We?”

“Professor McGonagall and I.”

“Oh my,” Ginny said.

“Father should be here any minute,” Lizzie said.

“Oh my,” Ginny repeated.

“Lizzie leave the room,” a dominant male voice said.

“Oh my,” Ginny repeated once again.

“Mum? What's going on?”

“Leave the room Elizabeth,” Draco said; noticing her room was in fact his when he was here before. Even the colors of the walls were the same. Even the name that had been engraved into the windowsill at the bottom that read: MALFOY.

Ginny felt very light headed and almost as if she was barely even there or in other words she was very nauseous.

“Yes Father,” Lizzie said as she left the room.

Draco walked over to where Ginny lay with her eyes closed.

“Ginny what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking how stupid you were to even think about telling your daughter she couldn't be happy because the man she was happy with was a half-blood. I was thinking you were a stupid git for saying that you were definitely not going to allow that to happen. I was thin---“

“Enough Ginny,” Draco said as he lifted her figure up and into his arms to a position where he was sitting on the bed with her on his lap with her arms around his neck.

“I'm sorry Ginny,” Draco said. “Please don't take our children away from me. I won't let Lizzie not be happy with the half-blood, even though I don't like it. And why didn't you tell me we had three children?”

“We don't, not until the spring at least,” Ginny said leaning into his chest and relaxing at last.

Draco kissed her on the forehead and just sat there with his wife in his arms on his old bed and held her for a long time. When Lizzie had come back in he held her as well.

“Lizzie?” Draco whispered in her ear.

She stirred slightly.

“Sweetheart,” Draco whispered in Latin this time in her ear.

“Yes Daddy?” She replied in French.

“I need to get your mother home but first you need to get off of my lap and into your bed,” Draco said in English.

“Ok,” Lizzie said as she got up.

Draco held Ginny in his arms as he got up and watched Lizzie get into her own bed. He kissed her forehead like he used to when she was younger, as best as he could with Ginny asleep in his arms.

“Goodnight princess,” Draco said.

“Goodnight Daddy,” Lizzie said.

Draco apparated away with Ginny in his arms back to their home.

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5. Tempers

Chapter 5: Tempers

From the time Draco had brought Ginny back home, the manor had become iceberg city to say the least. Even the house elves were scared of this recent event. Draco had never been more himself to the house elves as he was when he was a kid. Ginny, however, had changed that once she had moved in. But now since things were a bit off, Draco tended to revert to his old ways out of habit and out of rebellion. It was as if he was a child again, she thought. The weather outside, the snow and ice, only seemed to make the iceberg city in the Manor worse. The coldness of the manor was Draco's way of getting her to speak to him. He knew she couldn't last forever with the coldness of the manor.

She could remember the conversation they had as if it had happened just yesterday. It was the worst one she could have ever thought might have happened, perhaps even worse; it was a complete nightmare and she only wished for it to end soon.

“Want to tell me why you've jumped all over creation?” he asked with those sharp steel eyes of his that only harvested nothing but pure coldness. It hurt her to see him like this; it was as if he had shut herself off from him completely. Not that she blamed him, of course, but it was deathly scary as well. Stubbornly, she refused to look at him anymore as well as speak, which only seemed to set him off even worse. “Ginevra, look at me!” Draco ordered.

She looked up into his dark soulless eyes with her own eyes full of fear and sadness. “What?” she sobbed.

“Don't `what' me! I am your husband! I deserve to be treated better! I demand--” Draco could only go so far before he received a well earned slap in the face from Ginny. His face burned from her hand and he stared coldly into her soft and hurt eyes. “Ginev-,” he sneered.

“No, Draco, don't you `Ginevra' me. Don't you dare even try to demand things of me to do. I may be your wife but I am not your property!” Ginny yelled. She rarely yelled but when she did, it was definitely a scary thing.

“You should have thought about that before you ruined our daughter's evening during the Christmas ball at Hogwarts!”

“Ruined? RUINED? Are you fucking kidding? Excuse me for fainting then! Next time I'll try to stay out of everyone's way next time I see a ghost!”

“A ghost? You saw a ghost?!”

“Well what other bloody reason would I faint for? For the bloody Christmas ghost of the fucking future? Gee, there's a thought, can't wait to see where and what they would take me to see on that one!”

“GINEVRA!”

“DRACO!”

They yelled back and forth at each other for several minutes, that seemed like hours, that never ended.

“GINNY!” he said, this time grabbing her arms and shaking her.

“Draco, please! You're hurting me!” She was trembling. This was all way too familiar of her days in her first year at Hogwarts in the Chamber. She could sense a panic attack coming on and this one, she knew, would not be good.

She had to get away. She had to have space. She just had to be on her own. She needed to breathe properly. Draco still had a hold of her when she was beginning to enter into her freak out mode. The better hold he had of her, the worse she got.

She began screaming and, like in a normal panic attack, she was no longer in her body. She was trapped on the inside from the outside, if one could possibly understand that. It would be a fellow person who had experienced this before as what she was going through now.

“Ginny, please stop screaming!”

Those words were all of what she could hear before she completely blacked out. But before she did, her eyes went from her beautiful mysterious green eyes to a series of panic that flashed in her eyes to him. He could barely register what was happening until he saw her eyes glaze over to the other side, the side of complete darkness. It was simply a miracle that he had caught her before she hit the floor.

“Oh shit! Ginny! Please don't die on me, please!” She became completely limp in his arms after that. “Oh fuck, love, darling, please don't leave me. I love you. I need you to survive. I can't survive without you.”

Since then, after Draco almost lost her and their child within, he was definitely a changed man. It was now a month later and Ginny was in the sitting room just outside of hers and Draco's room. This room would eventually become the baby's nursery, she had decided, trying to pick paint colors. She hadn't yet decided if she wanted to manually have the paint applied to the walls or if she wanted it applied to the walls magically.

Draco had been dropping hints off left and right about what he wanted. He wanted to paint the room as if they were surrounded by a quidditch stadium, as if a game of quidditch was going on but yet, not really. He even wanted the walls to make noises occasionally as if a game were truly going on but out of Ginny's fears of the noises waking the baby up too much made her put her foot down on that one. She had discovered with both Lizzie and Adrian as babies that neither one liked having noise around them as they slept. It was as if you were to be wishing for death if you had noise going on around the babies when they slept.

She was between many colors and, at times, she thought she was never going to be able to choose. She had theories for each color possibility. Red, for the theory, of a constant love that would blanket the child. Blue, for a deep sense of calm to help ease the baby into sleep easier and tended to keep the emotions at bay as well. Yellow she refused. Just for the theory that having the walls yellow only represented the emotion of anger. It was too happy go lucky in her opinion. Gold, of course, was sort of a god like complex she considered and, last she checked, she didn't really want to let her baby think he or she had a god complex about them. Not like Draco did when they were in school. She hated and despised that with all her being. Or, of course, there was always the choice of a solid green, the color of Slytherin. Granted, she didn't dare want to admit it at times, she often considered that she was sorted into the wrong house all those years ago at the beginning of her first year at Hogwarts. Not to mention the color was a beautiful color.

It was beginning to be very hard to pick a color. There were so many to choose from but only one color got to be the winner. Well, unless she decided to change the design of the room into a striped pattern or a completely modern pattern or anything else imaginable. She thought of a very cruel joke to play towards Draco. Of course she would never actually pull through with it but just the thought of it made her happy to her heart's desire.

Grey.

That was the color. No way would her baby's room ever be grey, if she had anything to do with it, but just the thought of telling Draco it would be grey would just be thrilling enough just to see the look on his face. That would sure be a dispute waiting to happen, she thought again. A voice from another room interrupted her evil thoughts.

“Ginny?”

“In here!” Ginny called out in return.

“Where is here?”

“In my room!” she replied.

Soon the visitor had made their way to her. “What are you doing, Ginny?” he asked, wondering why all of the paint samples were surrounding his sister on the little rocking chair and ottoman.

“What does it look like, Fred?” Ginny asked. How thick could her brothers get? “Trying to pick out a color for the baby's room.”

“Oh,” he replied. “I vote for pink.”

“I vote for blue,” the other twin replied.

“Pink and blue? My dear brothers, where did you get that idea?”

“Isn't that the standard colors for a girl or a boy?”

“Yes, but how about a more neutral color?”

“Grey?”

Ginny only laughed, which they didn't quite understand but she continued. “Sorry, but no. I'd rather not like the color of Draco's eyes all over the place in the nursery.”

“Well, alright, it's your choice.”

“So, what brings you here? What are you up to?” Ginny asked.

He looked down at his feet and started to get a guilty look to his face. Oh no, she knew this look. It was the look that said, “I'm sorry but I've done something.” Almost like as if when they did something, they almost always cowered in front of her until she literally said she forgave them. It was the only way they considered themselves safe.

“Fred? What did you and George do?” she asked timidly.

“Well…”

“Fred,” she warned.

“Well… you see, we…uh…” Fred stuttered, afraid of her actions.

“Fred, spit it out! Whatever it is, tell me!” Her patience was beginning to wane and it wasn't great when that happened.

“We kind of knocked out your husband,” Fred said, refusing to look his baby sister in the eye. She had a powerful punch and he sure as hell didn't want to revisit that again.

“You did what?” Ginny screamed at him. She was the only one allowed to do that and here they were, doing it for her!

“Now sis—“

“Don't you `sis' me Fred, you conniving little bat, pitiful older brother of you! What happened and where is my husband?” Ginny continued to scream at him in rage.

Oh crap, Fred thought. I'm in for it now. Someone please help me from her!

“Fred!” another voice called out.

“You are so dead, dear brother! You will only wish to be able to see daylight tomorrow once I'm done with you!” Ginny continued screaming as George walked into the room.

This time, when George walked in, Ginny wasn't just yelling and screaming, she was throwing anything she could get her hands on at the moment. Lucky for Fred and George, she wasn't in the kitchen. Who knows what might have been thrown?

“Ouch!” Fred exclaimed as he tried to hide from their baby sister who was currently about to murder them. Ginny was truly the only one who held power over her brothers, Fred and George. If any of the others had trouble with them, for revenge, they sent Ginny after them.

“Take cover!” George said after seeing Fred being hit with a frying pan. So much for the thought of being thankful they weren't in the kitchen! She could accio anything she wanted. He only hoped that she didn't go for the knives next. They would be murdered and not thought about once ever again if she chose that route.

They hid behind the door of her closet. It wasn't the best they could do but at a little moment's notice, it seemed to be the best cover they could have ever thought of in trying to save their skins from Ginny. “Ginny, please,” they both begged for mercy as she continued to take years off of their lives every minute.

“Please what, you knuckle heads?” Ginny replied, forgetting all about the paint samples and the hard decisions to make for the baby's room. She loved the baby, of course, (and usually it came first before anything else) but Fred and George setting her off was usually what made her forget about anything else in this world.

“Please, stop this attack!” Fred cried, praying to see the next day or at least the next few hours. “We didn't do anything!”

“Oh, you didn't, did you?” Ginny asked. “What was that you told me earlier? Knocking out my husband?” She continued to throw pots and pans at their precious heads. Somehow, magically, the pans kept reappearing.

“Well, we did do that,” George said calmly dodging an omelet pan but then in a quick manner said, “but it was an accident!”

“Oh, I bet it was, you idiot,” Ginny said, not believing a word being said to her. She continued throwing every object imaginable.

“Hello?” another voice called out, ducking from the path of a stew pot. “What's with all the pots and pans being in your room? What's going on?” The voice belonged to Charlie. Charlie took a look at the scene and knew exactly what was going on. “Oh,” Charlie snickered, “what did you do now, Fred and George?”

Even Charlie knew that, once in a while, the only rational answer to why their house was amuck was because his brothers, Fred and George, had done something recently to either upset or really make their sister furious. They must have gone beyond furious this time. She was about to start throwing knives at the poor blokes.

“Sis!” Charlie said, grabbing her arms and preventing her from throwing the knife in Fred's direction. “I know you'd like to personally pulverize these two for whatever they did but let's not have Dad suddenly bail you out of Azkaban anytime soon.”

“Oh, I wouldn't go to Azkaban for this,” Ginny said evilly. “Besides, I would hide their bodies before they could ever connect the dots.”

“Ginny, come on, your scaring the poor blokes!” Charlie argued.

Fred and George feared for their lives. “You really think she would do that?”

At this point, Ginny would have done almost anything, especially with her magic a little out of whack, what with combining her magic mixed in with the baby's magic as well. George looked at Fred in fear. “I don't think I want to find out.”

“We should have listened to Percy's warning, shouldn't we?”

“We don't usually, but perhaps we definitely should have this time,” George said. “This has gone way beyond usual!”

“Ok, so what did you two do this time?” Charlie asked after now having gotten his sister to at least sit on the bed without throwing anything towards her brothers.

“We kind of accidentally knocked Draco out cold and Gin sort of just went ballistic on us,” George explained.

“Kind of?” Charlie laughed. “No wonder she was about to murder you two pour souls.”

“Bro, this is not a matter to be laughed at,” Ginny scolded.

“Sorry, Sis,” Charlie said, straightening up for his own good. He may have gotten her to stop clobbering Fred and George but what was to say she might turn on him and take a few shots at him as well. That would sure be fun, especially since he taught her everything he knew.

“Back to my earlier question,” Ginny said with her eyes narrowed. “Where is he?”

“We left him at the shop,” Fred said cowardly and quickly. Ginny rolled her eyes and apparated away to the shop. “Damn! Gin is scary!” Fred claimed.

“I'll say! She's worse than dear old Mum! What a dreadful fortune!” George replied.

“Well, you should have thought about that before you knocked Draco out. You better leave,” Charlie said.

Charlie apparated to the back of the shop to see his sister desperately trying to get Draco to wake up. “Draco, come on please,” Ginny pleaded. “Wake up, darling.” Ginny continued to stroke his face, moving his hair out of his eyes and sobbing quietly. Draco seemed not to wake up at all.

While Ginny was pleading Draco to wake, Fred and George took this opportunity to speak to Charlie a little bit more secluded like.

“Hey Charlie? Got a minute?”

He glanced over towards Ginny and then looked at Fred and George, “What is it?”

“We didn't really knock Draco out…”

“WHAT?”

“Ssshh!” the twins cried, “we don't want Ginny to hear!”

“You don't want me to hear what exactly?”

Well fuck, Fred thought, here goes a smooth moment!

“We didn't knock him out.” They both muttered as they stared at their shoes.

“Excuse me?”

“Uh…”

“Who did then?”

“Now Gin, remember that we love you and we always love our fellow brothers.”

“Who did it?”

“Percy.”

“Gin?” Charlie said coming from behind her, noticing her face beginning to drain of any color that might have once been there before.

“Charlie,” Ginny said softly. “Help me get him back to the Manor.”

She couldn't discuss this now, she couldn't deal with the stress of all this. Sure she was definitely going to murder her older brother but she knew Percy wasn't smart for nothing. She knew by now, he had securely hidden himself away from the rest of the Weasley clan.

“Sure, sis, I'll help you.” Charlie agreed knowing Ginny could only hold onto her patience for so long. He picked Draco up and apparated to the master bedroom.

Ginny wasn't too far behind Charlie. She began to realize just how nice her house was, or at least what it once was before she went a tad bit touchy. “I did make quite a mess, didn't I?” she asked deciding to try to avoid the true questions she really wanted to ask but out of fear of scaring little Adrian, she kept herself together.

“Indeed you did,” Charlie said knowing it may be a long night for her but, at least, she would have Draco back. “Would you mind to clear the bed please?”

Ginny quickly scooped up her card samples of paint for the baby's room. She put them into a pile to be sorted through later. Ginny quickly retrieved a wet cloth to start patting on Draco's forehead. She didn't do this quickly, or rather taking the cloth and patting it on his forehead, but she knew perfection was always close to the best thing in the world. Everything was clean and ready for anybody. Perhaps she was just a neat freak as well. “Draco, please wake up,” Ginny continued to plead while trying to help him.

“Gin, he might not wake up for a little while,” Charlie said, not wanting to have to go murder two of his brothers because of the turn of events.

“Don't say that,” Ginny sobbed.

“Ginevra, just realize he might not for a few hours. It may even take a day,” Charlie said. Charlie never said her real name unless it was a time of danger or being completely serious.

“Please leave,” Ginny said solemnly.

“Ginny,” Charlie started to say, hoping she would change her mind at a second's notice.

“No. You said what you thought you needed to say and now I'm telling you to get out,” Ginny said firmly.

“All right, my dear sister,” Charlie whispered. “I will do as you wish.” He kissed her forehead but before he left a little voice interrupted them.

“Mummy?” Adrian was very sleepy and lately was often watched by the nanny. Ginny had originally decided she didn't need a nanny but she caved in after a while of Draco's persistent nagging about it.

There Adrian stood before her, dressed in his red little pajamas clutching his worn out teddy bear and staring into his mother's eyes with tears running down his little cheeks.

Ginny lowered herself down to Adrian's level and began speaking to him.

“What's the matter my sweet boy?” she ran her fingers on his tears wiping them away.

“What's wrong with Daddy?” he bawled seeing Draco knocked out on their bed.

Her heart broke at that moment, “Oh my sweet,” she said gathering him into her arms, “your daddy is just in a long nap. He will wake up soon, I promise.” She hoped at least.

“Mummy I want Daddy!” he continued to cry as she held him.

Charlie stayed a little while until Adrian had finally cried himself to sleep and then held Ginny later after she had put him to bed, while she herself finally let her guard down to cry over her husband.

A week had passed and still Draco had remained unconscious. Every day that Draco had not awoken, it only made Ginny agitated at her brothers even more, especially Percy. Not to mention, she had to rock Adrian to sleep every night while he cried for Draco.

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6. Moments of Weakness

Thanks to my beta Hermisia Draco. And this chapter is mainly just fluff, I wish I could have found a way to make it into something more serious but rather than get aggravated with it and not post, I'm just going to post and keep going cause I've got several more chapters that have yet to be posted. Happy reading! And please review!

Chapter 6: Moments of Weakness

It had been several months, five months to be exact, since Ginny had discovered Draco unconscious. Yet, here he was, lying in their bed, still unconscious. Doctors had been to see him but to no avail. Each one said only time would tell. Draco was in a complete slumber, but inside, Draco knew everything that was going on. If only he could let Ginny know that he was all right.

The air was cold in the room. He could feel it and often wondered why they kept it so cold. He knew both of his children had been here, Lizzie and Adrian. He could vividly remember a recent conversation his children had, not aware he was able to hear it.

“Lizzie?” Adrian spoke timidly.

“Yes?” Lizzie answered. She knew her little brother was completely scared out of his little mind. She didn't have much respect for him and she considered him to be a bit like their mother. Granted, she loved her mother, but in the way she acted herself. She was an exact replica of her father.

“When will Daddy wake?”

She looked at him with bambi eyes and realized she wasn't the only one that was scared for the outcome of their father's well being. “Soon, Adrian, soon I hope.”

“Lizzie?”

A little annoyed with his whiny voice, “what?”

“Do you think he will be back before the new baby is born?”

Lizzie knew her mother was in her seventh month already and sometimes wondered the exact thing. She knew her mother wasn't accustomed to not having her husband around. She hated when she would hear her mother crying at night when once again, Draco hadn't woken up yet. She prayed everyday for her father to wake soon.

“I don't know, Adrian, I don't know. I hope soon though.”

It wasn't that Draco didn't know how far along his wife was with the pregnancy because he did know. Ginny would sometimes sneak in at night after Lizzie and Adrian were asleep and curl up to him, even though physically he couldn't respond to her. She would, of course, occasionally move his arms and let herself curl up under him to the point where he could feel the baby moving or kicking. He enjoyed this immensely but he wished he could respond more than anything in life just to see his wife happy again. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was for believing in the whole pureblood issue. He didn't completely understand her ways sometimes but he knew he loved her more than life and hearing her cries at night were painful enough. Before he had been knocked unconscious he had been reading up on being able to transport himself from his own mind to another person's mind. He had been trying for a few weeks now but this time, he was sure he could do it. He wanted to wait until the right moment though. He would wait until Ginny decided to curl up next to him again.

Soon enough, Ginny had done just that. She, like usual, had waited an hour after Lizzie and Adrian had gone to bed and then snuck to his room and curled up next to him. She still didn't know why he was unconscious but she just knew it had to do with one of her brothers. It just had to be the reason. Only a few would constantly check in on her, including Ron.

This was Draco's chance to speak to her. He didn't waste anytime trying at all. He went right for it.

“Ginny.”

Ginny lifted her head at the sudden noise and wondered where it came from.

“Ginny look at me.” Again, she wondered. “Please look at me, it's me your husband.”

Ginny, stunned, looked directly into Draco's still face and wondered how in the world he was able to communicate with her.

“Just focus on my voice and only towards me and you will be able to talk to me as well.”

Ginny looked into his face, kissed his forehead and spoke. “It's so good to hear your voice, babe. But please wake up for me, please wake up.”

“That's the thing, my love, I can't wake up. You need to find your brother and get him to reverse the spell.”

“What spell? Which brother?” Ginny asked beginning to panic. Did her brothers really not approve of him enough to do this to her?

“Percy.”

Ginny was seething in anger.

Draco, who could feel her anger and quite honestly, was mostly afraid of her temper decided to brave it and face her.

“Sweetheart?”

“Yes my love?”

“I want to feel the baby. I have learned a new trick but I won't do it unless you're ok with it.”

“What's that, love?”

“Will you let me join you in your body? Only for a moment though, I just want to feel the baby.”

Not quite sure how this was going to go, Ginny agreed silently and squeezed Draco's hand as a clue. Draco had picked up this clue and focused hard and then transported himself into her body. She immediately felt warmth enter her body as he switched from his body to hers. She felt whole again, part of her soul was just completed. If it was possible to feel Draco's arms engulf her in a huge hug, it was definitely what she was feeling. The baby started to move and kick, they both laughed and smiled at this.

“I love you Ginny,” he said as he hugged her again. “I love it when you sneak in here at night and cuddle up to me.”

“You knew I was doing that?”

“Yes, I may have been unconscious but I can still hear and feel everything that goes on around me.”

Ginny started to cry. “I really need you to wake up and come back. I need you.”

Once again, she could feel the warmth of his arms around her as she sobbed quietly. This was the way she fell asleep, with him holding her.

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7. Solitude is a Matter of the Mind

Chapter 7: Solitude is a Matter of the Mind

A few days had passed since the evening Draco and Ginny held each other. He was no longer sharing a body with Ginny by the time she woke up each morning. She was able to sleep better now having that little comfort in knowing Draco was still there on a spiritual plane. Once Bill and Charlie had caught wind of what Percy had done, it had taken all of the brothers to hunt for Percy. Even their father joined them. Molly was beside herself, of course, about the whole ordeal but one never wants to see her own son causing havoc among the siblings.

Lizzie came to the realization that while being at Hogwarts had its advantages of being away from the problems at home, it didn't exactly create solitude for her. Solitude was a matter of the mind, she thought. Even Michael, her boyfriend, knew she wasn't herself while knowing her father was still in the coma like state and her mother was acting strange to her. Granted, she couldn't completely understand her mother's ways but she knew her mother was happy so she didn't complain anymore. She remembered back to the days when her father hadn't been there before Adrian was born. She remembered the days she would witness her mother clinging onto Colin, sobbing and being held by him. She knew her mother was happier when she was with her husband. She only wished her mother could feel that happiness again. She stared silently at a picture of the whole family.

“Hey,” a voice said from behind her.

Lizzie turned to see Michael approaching and he hugged her gently as he sat down on her bed. She leaned into him and closed her eyes. The Slytherin ice queen had become somewhat icier since her father had been in this coma. She had a tough exterior but deep down, she was simply a daddy's girl and there was no need to hide that fact at times. If it was up to her, and if she didn't respect her mother's wishes, she would have personally gone after her uncle who had caused her mother pain in the first place.

“Mum! Let me go after him!” Lizzie argued. “Let me go after him! He doesn't deserve to live.”

“Lizzie,” Ginny replied trying to be patient with her daughter, “you can not go after my brother. Granted, he is a complete idiot and totally disgraces the likes of my own mum but he is my brother. You will not go after him out of respect for me, do you understand? Is that clear?”

“Yes, but I do not like this,” Lizzie replied. “I agree with Uncle Ron and the rest of them, he should be hung from the nearest tree.”

“Well, we all feel that way at times, but it wouldn't be legal to murder my own brother,” Ginny replied. “Trust me, I've thought about it before.”

Lizzie snickered at the words and grinned. Perhaps her mother was more like herself than she realized. She looked at her father and grinned. He would come out of this, she knew it, she just knew it. She wasn't born special for nothing. She just knew things. She hadn't dared to tell her parents or anyone for that matter of her new recent gift, the gift of foresight. She was also able to move things with her mind. While she hadn't quite mastered that trick yet, she was getting there. She was sure with this new power of hers, she was sure she could do some serious harm to her Uncle Percy.

Draco chuckled at hearing the thoughts of his daughter. He had gotten better at tuning into his other senses while he couldn't use any of his senses physically. He knew she didn't understand why Ginny was acting the way she was, as if she wasn't completely worried about him anymore. He wasn't born yesterday either. He knew about her recent developments in her gifts, the gift of foresight and the gift of being able to move objects with her mind. Draco was able to do the same but just didn't tell anybody about it, including Ginny or his own mother, Narcissa. He had been working on telepathically speaking to Percy through his own mind. He hadn't had a chance before but now that he knew he could invade people's bodies at whim, perhaps he believed he could do the same thing to their minds, wherever they were at the time.

Michael continued to stroke her back and play with her hair as she leaned back into him and sighed. “I'm going to murder him,” she said coldly.

“You know you can't go after him,” Michael replied. “Your Mum would have a fit if you did.”

Lizzie stood and looked out the window of her room, the very spot where Draco used to do the same thing actually, just stare and think out the window. If it were up to Draco, he would have done the same.

“Lizzie,” Draco spoke to her telepathically. “I understand that you want to go after Percy. I know you want to kill him but, for your Mum's sake, don't kill him. Just bring him back for her to do that herself.”

“I'm going,” Lizzie stated after hearing her father's words in her mind.

“But--”

“No, I'm going. You can't stop me.” She turned and looked at Michael who was looking at her with disappointed eyes. “Don't worry, I won't kill him. I'm just going to scare him a little.”

“Or maybe a lot, considering it's you.”

She smiled and then kissed him. “Thanks.”

After she said goodbye to Michael, she apparated away to wherever Percy was staying. She landed in a cold and dreary place. She couldn't quite place where she was exactly. The walls were old and dark, the floors were creaky and small, and hardly any sunlight had ever gotten a chance to appear in this wretched place. The place looked somewhat familiar but she couldn't remember exactly. A bird flew above her head and it nearly scared the life out of her. She followed the bird with her eyes as it lead her to another hallway filled with darkness.

“Lumos,” she whispered quietly.

As soon as she had a little bit of light, she saw that the place was simply just in major need of a housecleaning project. If only her mother had seen this place, she would go right into a fit to be sure. She continued walking slowly towards the hallway. How strange that there were not any portraits hanging on the walls, only blank walls leading to the only portrait at the end of the hallway. The portrait looked very familiar, she even looked like the lady in the portrait.

The portrait woke up and stared at her. “You have the Prewitt eyes,” it said to her.

“Excuse me?”

“You are in the Prewitt household, my dear, and you are also a member of it, an extended member I believe,” it continued. “You were able to apparate in because of your family blood. Only the purest of the Prewitt's can get into this house.”

“But I am a Malfoy, not a Prewitt,” Lizzie stated.

“Yes, but you were born from a Prewitt line,” the portrait stated. “Your mother's mother was a direct Prewitt, in fact, the room I am guarding belonged to your great-grandmother. She was simply the purest of them all. I also know why you are here,” the portrait continued while Lizzie just stared at her. “You are here to find your Uncle Percy.”

Lizzie nodded at the fact. “Yes, I am. He has been awful to our family. He should not be allowed to be in our family any longer.”

The portrait snickered. “My dear, we can not choose who is born into our family, we can only choose who marries into it. Believe me, I would not have wanted to accept my brother, Nicholas, into the family but he was born into this family so there's really not any choice left in the matter.”

“Where is he then? Where is Uncle Percy? I want whatever spell he used on my father to be lifted. I am tired of seeing my mother in distress because of what he did,” Lizzie asked.

The portrait looked at her a little more before speaking. “My dear, he is, in fact, in this household this very moment,” she paused to take in Lizzie's reactions to these words. She was exactly like a Prewitt in that she was ready to kill at any moment. “He is, in fact, behind my portrait but I am sorry, I will not let you in. You would have to talk to your mother about this to get me to open for you.”

“Why?”

“Because I am your great-grandmother and this room protects family members from hurting their kind,” she said, “and you, my dear Elizabeth, are in the mood to kill. I should know, I used to carry around that look all the time. You're a Slytherin aren't you?”

“How did you know?”

“Because I also have a portrait hanging in your room there,” it said.

“I haven't seen it,” Lizzie said.

“That's because it's an empty portrait frame. I don't go there very often. I left it alone once your mother started seeing your father secretly in school. They claimed to have met much later after school but I assure you, that is far from the truth. Had Ginny's parents, my daughter, and my son-in-law known about this, Molly would have gone into a fit at the time. Poor thing, she's exactly like her father.”

Lizzie wondered if this portrait, claiming to be her great grandmother, was either crazy or just extremely wise for her age.

“I'm not crazy, Elizabeth,” the portrait interrupted her thoughts. “I can read minds too, you know. You got that gift from me.”

“I'm sorry, Grandmother---”

“My name is Portrabella,” Portrabella said. “I know it's an odd name but my mother was into odd sounding names that sounded high and important, somewhat similar to your mother's name being Ginevra. We were named for the importance of our status in society.”

“Well, I'm sorry for thinking you were a bit off your rocker then,” Lizzie stated. “But I simply just want to find him and bring him back to Mum and let her deal with him.”

“My dear, Elizabeth, you underestimate yourself. Don't you think your Mum would bring all of the rest of her brothers into help her? That would be one big massacre just towards one member of the family. We cannot create a situation and not expect there to be consequences. I will not stand for my family to have a rift between the branches.”

Portrabella stared at her great granddaughter for a moment before proceeding to speak. “If you truly want to gain access to seeing your uncle, go to my other daughter, Meredith Prewitt, Molly's older sister. They certainly are not as big of a family as my dear Molly chose to be but they are both in the same mind frame.”

“Where can I find her?”

“She resides in New Zealand,” Portrabella said in disgust. “Maybe when you go to speak to her, you could persuade her to come back and take over this household. Goodness knows my son never chose to come back and hold me when I was still alive, to help me keep this place in order. Molly always could keep things perfect. Drove me crazy at times but now I wish she would do that a little bit more. William never would help out with household chores. You wouldn't perhaps like to help me out would you?”

“And do what exactly?”

“My you are your father's child, my dear. Help me clean my house up a little bit. Do you think I enjoy looking out into this dark hallway? I want more portraits to be up on the walls so that I can go anywhere in my house. Come on child, use that brain of yours.”

“Just perform a simple cleaning spell for her and she'll be happy,” Lizzie heard her father's voice say in her head as he also was chuckling a little bit as well.

Lizzie muttered a few spells in each direction and instantly things looked better.

“Lights please?”

She muttered a spell to fix the lights as well and it was done.

“Thank you,” Portrabella said. “Now, go find your Aunt Meredith and convince her to come back.” People in this family sure were bossy, Lizzie thought. “I heard that, young lady,” Portrabella stated. “Where do you think you got it? From your father? No doubt a little but we aren't known as the Prewitt's for nothing.” After that, Lizzie nodded and apparated away to her mother's home.

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8. AN: Please help me!

AN:

Sorry this is not an update and after re-reading my stories, I've come to the conclusion that good god these stories are horrible! If there is anybody out there that would be willing to help me rewrite these, or rather be a beta to me, it would definitely be appreciated.

Please email me at eeh_2006@yahoo.com if there is anybody interested in helping.

Thanks,

Erin

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