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The Blind Nymph	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7423 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- So we have finally come to the end of our story. I hope everyone enjoyed the ride. This endding was a long time in coming. It is always nice to finally finish something. As always thanks to my Beta Eclectic Pet, who without my stories would be unreadable. I'm actually posting this a day early because the site says it will be read only when I usualy post on Sundays.

Ginny-

My body is still humming as I wash the blood from my skin. It’s such a wonderful high that I understand why people cast dark magic for the first time in my life. Do all the spells have such a feedback or does it have to be a truly dark spell like the killing curse?

I’m not sure how long I muse on this idea before Tiny clears her throat so I know she’s there.

“Master tells Tiny to get Mistress new robe. Tiny gets a good one and makes it very pretty for Mistress.” The elf says proudly and I give her a warm smile.

“Thank you Tiny.” I say as I get out of the bath so I can dry off. “How is Draco doing?” I ask her as I let her help me into the robes. I find my fingers are trembling and I don’t know if it’s the high or if the nerves about what I just did have finally settled in my mind.

“He is very proud of Mistress.” She says happily. “Mistress kill very bad man that hurt Mistress.”

“What do you know about him Tiny?” I ask running my fingers through wet hair.

“That he bad man. That he hurts Mistress so he very bad man.” She says as that is all she needs to know.

“You know he fights for the same side as Draco. The same side Draco wants me to join.” I remind her turning back so she can tell me how the robe looks.

“Not anymore. Mistress kill him dead.” She says very seriously.

I can’t help but laugh at her words nodding in agreement. What kind of person am I that I can be laughing so soon after killing someone?

“Mistress look almost perfect.” Tiny says happily.

“Almost?” I ask with amusement.

“Tiny do Mistress hair?” She asks shyly.

“If you like Tiny. Though I think, Draco and I’ll be on the run for a little bit. Until we decide how to deal with what I’ve done.” I tell her as I let her have her fun.

With that, there’s a light knock on the door and Draco clears his voice. “We are going to want to get out of here soon, are you almost ready?” He asks through the door.

“Almost. Where are we going?” I ask hearing the door open.

He’s silent for a moment before responding. “Well first we just need to get someplace safe to talk about what happens next and what you really want.”

“What choices do I really have now? Neither side will take me after what I’ve done.” I remind him as I enjoy the feel of Tiny playing with my hair. It seems she’s braiding it somehow or at least pulling it out of my face. “The rebels won’t condone the use of dark magic, and it isn’t like they’ve been my biggest fans lately anyway. And the Death Eaters aren’t exactly about to welcome the murderer of one of their comrades into their ranks.”

“That isn’t true. I have no idea about how the rebels will react to your actions if they ever find out about them, but our side will see it as self-defense if we frame it correctly.”

“I had him in a full body bind when I killed him Draco, I was safe by then.”

“But if you left him alive he would be back eventually.” He presses.

“Okay fine. So I could still go over to your side if I wanted to.” I repeat only half believing him.

“You could Ginny, and you’d fit in. You could get more than rewarded for doing so.” He tells me sounding very serious about it.

“Rewarded?” I ask biting my lower lip as the elf pats me on the shoulder.

“We go in front of the Dark Lord today and you could ask for anything you want.” He says stepping forward and taking my hand. “But it’s important it’s done willingly. So we can’t be caught by the army.”

“So we have to get out of here now.” I say nodding as a new worry floats into my mind. “Will we ever get to come back?”

Draco kisses my fingers holding my hand a bit more tightly. “If it’s what you want.”

“I do.” I tell him very softly and he pulls me into a firm embrace before I can stop him. His lips find mine taking them like they’re coming home after a long journey away. His hands move down my back holding my slight frame against his broad chest. Soon I’m shaking once again, but this time in a whole new kind of high.

When he finally pulls away, he rests his head against mine so we’re breathing the same air. “Please Ginny. Be mine.” He says ever so softly. “I don’t know if I could handle letting you walk away now.”

“Is this a ploy to get me to say yes?” I ask but before he can answer we both hear a crashing down stairs.

“Time’s up.” He says pulling me against him once again before Apparating us away from the house. It’s funny the things that you think of in those moments of panic and confusion, but I clearly have the thought about how he must have changed the house wards if we were able to Apparate inside.

When we land again, I can tell we’re still in the forest by the smells of decomposing leaves and fresh sap. He takes my hand once again and starts running in a random direction. I can’t help but laugh as I run with him feeling so free but at the same time so frightened for our future.

He suddenly stops after about twenty minutes of running and casts a quick succession of spells I’ve never heard before, and a few we use in the wardings of the camps.

“We should be safe for a while now.” He says moving back to me and touching my chin ever so softly. “If you really want to be on the run for the rest of your life Ginny. I’ll run with you.” He says in a resigned tone.

Draco-

“We should be safe for a while now.” I tell her as I walk back to her waiting form. I can’t help but reach out touching her chin lightly, wanting to keep some kind of connection with her. “If you really want to be on the run for the rest of your life Ginny. I’ll run with you.” I tell her and with a shock I realize that I mean it. I’d obviously prefer another way but if running is what she needs right now, then we will run together.

Her unfocused eyes seem to look into my soul as she processes what I’ve just told her. “You would do that for me? Why?” She asks a slight frown creasing her face as her cheek and neck start to color.

“Ginny…” I start then find I have to swallow a thick lump in my throat. “Ginny just because I didn’t…” I shake my head wondering why I can’t just tell her what’s on my mind. But I don’t seem to have words for what I’m feeling, what I’ve been feeling for some time.

“I love you.” I tell her finally but it feels weird on my lips. “Those are the words right?” I find myself asking her for some idiotic reason.

She smiles up at me with a slightly pitying grimace and I suddenly panic that she doesn’t feel the same way about me. What was I thinking saying something like that to her when she’s never really given me any reason to think she feels the same way?

“I think love you too.” She says and the sudden release of tension makes me want to fall to my knees. “Which means I don’t want you to ruin your life for me.”

“You could come back to Malfoy Manor with me. We could confront the Dark Lord together and then live happily ever after.” I offer making her grimace again.

“You say that like it would be so easy to just walk up to To... Voldemort and... what?” She asks and I can feel something new coming off her.

“That’s the second time you’ve made that slip Ginny.” I tell her softly as I pet the side of her face and neck. “Tell me why? Please?”

She holds her breath and chews on her lips as she thinks of what she can say to me next. “I told you about the chamber… that I was the one who opened it. I told you about the diary, that your father gave to me.” She says as if she’s only now making that connection.

“Very briefly.” I say wanting to her get past that particular point.

“You have to know Lord Voldemort isn’t his birth name?” She asks with a crinkled frown. “He chose that name for himself. His original name was Tom… Tom Riddle and he’ll always be Tom Riddle to me.”

I squeeze the back of her neck as I try to comfort her. “Ginny. You’re no longer an eleven-year-old. You’re a bright and powerful witch.” I tell her slowly. “I know those memories are painful, and I want to carry some of that burden for you if and when I can, but right now the Dark Lord is a means to an ends. I’m not asking you to join in order to be his slave. I’m asking because it’s the only path to making you more powerful.”

She swallows hard nodding slowly as she listens to my words. “It’s all happening so fast.” She says finally shaking her head. “How long do you think we could run?” She adds sounding a little defeated.

“Honestly, with both sides after us I don’t think we could run for longer than maybe a year at most.” I tell her letting my hands drop to hers.

In the distance we both hear spells going off as the group of Death Eaters pick up our trail.

She licks her lips looking in the direction the sound is coming from. “Do you think I could get a rematch with Bellatrix?”

“Is there any member of my family you don’t have a vendetta against?” I ask trying to lighten the mood.

“I’ve never really met your mother.” She says smiling up at me.

I sigh as I think about what my mother is going to say about Ginny. Looking over her at the moment in my grandmother’s fine robes and the wild hair I enjoy so much neatly plated. I’d say my mother would approve of the vision in front of me now, but it really isn’t Ginny.

“That will be a process when it happens.” I tell her with a grin. “This is the way things happen my love. Nothing for a long time, then everything at once.”

She takes in a deep breath looking back in my direction. “I don’t think we really have a choice from the way you’ve made it sound.” She says finally with a nod. “How do we do this?”

I take both her hands in mine search her face to make sure she’s ready for what we will have to do next. “You have to be completely sure Ginny.” I tell her squeezing her hands. “There’s no way out once you’ve taken the mark.”

One of her hands pulls out of mine so she can feel the Dark Mark on my arm. “He marks everyone in his army?” She asks sounding unsure again.

“Not everyone, but he will want to put his mark on you. You’ll be a valuable asset, you see that right?”

“I’ll be a traitor.” She says her fingers tracing over the slightly raised black on my skin.

I sigh shaking my head. “No. You have betrayed no one. You’d that elf take all that could be used against those you were once committed to. Your debt to them is paid.”

She nods slowly at this before leaning into me and resting her head on my chest. “But I’ll be held up as a rebel who has seen his way?”

“Yes, one of your uses will be to show that the rebels aren’t perfect, they aren’t the good guys.” I tell her dropping her hand and wrapping my arms around her.

“One of my uses?” She asks looking up at me with a face of disgust.

“You will quickly show them all it’s not your only use Ginny.” I tell her seriously as I pull away so I can look at her more fully. “Are you ready for this?”

Ginny-

“Yes, one of your uses will be to show that the rebels aren’t perfect, they aren’t the good guys.” He tells me as he pulls me against him for comfort. It distracts me for a moment from what he actually says.

“One of my uses?” I ask thinking about all the ways this plan could go very wrong. Am I really going to throw my lot in with Tom? Let him have power over me again?

“You will quickly show them all it’s not your only use Ginny.” He says so firmly that I have to feel more confident in the plan. He pulls away from me holding my arms and I know he’s looking at me. “Are you ready for this?”

“No.” I admit honestly as we can both year the searching spells getting closer to our little hiding spot.

“Then we need to keep moving.” He says pulling me close again for another side along Apparation. I pull away before he can move us.

“There’s no point Draco. We both know it. How do we do this?” I ask as my stomach clenches in fear.

“I take you to the Manor to see my father. He gets us an appointment in front of the Dark Lord.” He tells me sounding so sure of how this will all work out for the best.

“And if I spit at him?” I ask seeing if I can break his composure.

“My father or the Dark Lord?” He asks with a chuckle pulling me back into him.

“Your father. I’m not that crazy.” I tell him breathing in the scents of him. They’ve become important over the last few months and I gain strength from them.

“I’d like to see that actually.” He says turning us on the spot and taking us away to his family home.

We appear on a gravel path. I can hear the rocks grinding beneath our feet. I feel his lips brush my head once in a soft kiss before he pulls away taking my hand and leading me towards our future.

“We are here to see General Malfoy.” He says in a commanding tone I haven’t really ever heard before.

“Lieutenant, she’s a wanted criminal.” The guard replies obviously not moving.

“And she’s still armed.” I say feeling like I shouldn’t be showing weakness here. “Get out of my way.” I warn getting ready to draw my wand.

“She is my guest. We will see my father. Miss Weasley has had a change of heart. Do you really think the Dark Lord will thank you for keeping a category C from his presses when he has demanded it?”

“Armed?” The man asks and I draw my wand now thinking of showing them exactly what I did to Elrose.

“My guest.” Draco says firmly and his hand moves to my arm to calm me. “My father. Now.”

I sigh putting the wand away knowing this is Draco’s domain to navigate.

“We will tell him you both are here Sir.” The guard finally says and we’re moving again.

We’re taken to what I can only assume is a waiting room and I start to pace, feeling around the room get a better feel of my surroundings.

“I don’t think he’ll make us wait very long.” Draco tells me trying to be reassuring.

“No. Not long at all with what you had your elf leave in my office.” Lucius Malfoy’s arrogant voice sounds from the door. “Did you really have to kill him in such a messy way?” He asks making me turn towards his voice.

“Yes. He deserved worse, but I didn’t really have a lot of time to get creative.” I tell the older man before I even realize he hadn’t been talking to me. “You thought Draco killed him.” I say laughing to myself.

I feel Draco move up beside me and take my hand. “Yes he did.” Draco says sounding satisfied. “She killed him in self-defense as you lot had sent that scum after her twice now. Her file says unharmed, but both times he tried to do real damage.”

“Miss Weasley you surprise me.” Lucius says after a moment. “So you’re turning yourself in willingly?”

“I’m here to join the war effort, but I don’t think I’ll be saying anything more to lackeys.” I tell him as I hold myself as straight as I can.

“Who do you think you are little girl?” He asks and I can hear the venom in his voice.

“I think I’m someone who knows the Dark Lord better than you.” I say sounding much more confident than I feel. “I do have to thank you for that.” I add spitting in what I hope is his face.

“You!” The usually composed man growls and I feel Draco shift in front of me.

“Unharmed father.” He reminds Lucius.

“Yes, well let’s see how she does against the Dark Lord.” He says sounding more than satisfied with that idea. “I’m sure he will want to see her directly.”

With that I hear him turn and Draco is leading me down the halls of the large Manor once again. I want to ask him all sorts of questions, but I know silence is better with so many around. I squeeze his hand to get as much support as he can offer now.

When we stop I hear Lucius mumble something and the sound of large doors creaking open. The sounds of a room full of people fills my ears and I wonder how many will witness this confrontation.

“Wait here.” Lucius orders before walking into the room. More loudly he starts to speak to those within. “My Lord. My son has brought you a gift you have desired for many years.”

“A gift?” I ask under my voice.

“He’s trying to make me look good, because it makes him look good.” Draco says just as softly.

“Has he? I thought your son was in exile for attacking a superior officer?” The all too familiar voice of Tom Riddle responds making chills run up and down my back.

“Wait, what?” I ask as this is the first I’ve heard of it.

“I’ll tell you later.” He says squeezing my hand once again.

“He thought this person was important enough that you would forgive his breaking exile to deliver her.” Lucius says in a groveling tone.

“Well bring her forward.” Tom commands and Draco walks with me into the room on this cue.

I’m not sure if it’s my own nerves, but it feels as if the room has gone completely silent as we enter.

“Ginevra.” Tom voice brushes over my name in a way that makes me a bit sick. “Do you have her under some kind of spell young Malfoy?” He asks and I can hear him shifting then standing from the head of the room.

“I’m under no spell.” I say knowing if I am to be respected, I need to speak for myself. “I’ve come here willingly to join your ranks.” I announce dropping Draco’s hand and taking a step forward.

“There’s a clear aisle to him.” Draco tells me softly. “About ten feet wide, with people on both sides.”

“What’s wrong with her?” The Dark Lord asks sounding a mixture of confused and concerned.

“I was blinded by dark magic cast by one of your loyal followers.” I tell him and realize Draco isn’t even trying to speak for me. I take another step forward.

“And you still wish to join us?” He asks sounding interested. “Do you think we have some way of fixing you?” He adds with amusement.

“I don’t need to be fixed.” I tell him feeling truly whole. “I’m here because I’ve been told you will actually use my skills as a witch.”

“Oh yes Ginevra I will have many uses for you.” Tom says in that familiar way. “So young Master Draco has already convinced you to join us? He has already corrupted you to the dark?”

I frown at the phrasing but nod all the same. “I guess you could say that.”

“Crucio!” I hear the Dark Lord cast bracing myself for the spell when I hear Draco scream a few feet behind me.

I turn and rush back to him, unsure what I can do as he writhes in pain on the ground. I kneel down and take the first thing I find into my lap. His hand is curled into such a tight fist I worry he’ll hurt himself.

“Stop it!” I yell back at Tom. “He did what you wanted!” I remind him not understanding why he was doing this to a loyal subject.

“He took what was mine.” The older man says darkly. “I wanted the pleasure of breaking you to our side.” He adds in a much too intimate way.

“Well then he isn’t the only one who should be punished.” I say hoping he’ll stop soon.

“Oh?” Tom asks finally releasing the spell.

“Well he wouldn’t have even had the chance to corrupt me if it wasn’t for the one who blinded me.” I say making sure Draco is alright before I stand to face him once again.

“Is that so, and who disobeyed my standing orders not to harm you?” He asks eager for someone else to punish.

“Bellatrix Lestrange.” I say wondering for the first time if the woman I have feared for so long is in the room. I don’t feel that fear now.

“She lies!” The witch screams answering my unasked question.

“It seems we have a disagreement. Bella, come forward so we can settle this matter.” I hear her movement to my right and I move my hand to my wand, not willing to be unarmed with her so close.

“I don’t think we will be needing that.” Tom says easily.

Draco-

As the pain recedes from my mind the first thing I year his Ginny’s voice. “Well he wouldn’t have even had the chance to corrupt me if it wasn’t for the one who blinded me.” She says her hands checking me over before she moves to stand.

I move slowly onto my knees as they speak, unsure if I’ve seen the last of our Lord’s spell-work today.

“Is that so, and who disobeyed my standing orders not to harm you?” The Dark Lord asks eagerly.

“Bellatrix Lestrange.” She tells him clearly and I can’t help but smile at how beautiful she looks as she faces our Lord with strength and calm.

“She lies!” Aunt Bella screams making my head split a little. Most of the inner circle is here and I see them step away from her as she is singled out.

“It seems we have a disagreement. Bella, come forward so we can settle this matter.” Our Lord sees my aunt hesitate for a moment before coming forward with her head held high.

“I don’t think we will be needing that.” The Dark Lord says sounding amused and I turn back to see Ginny has her wand in her hand.

Dark Lord or not, I think it’s a smart move with the expression on my aunt’s face as she kneels to our leader.

I get to my own feet and take a step back as I have a feeling Ginny will need to prove herself, and my help will not actually be welcomed.

“Now don’t you think one of my most favored Death Eaters would know if she had blinded you?” He asks Ginny in an all too amused tone.

“I was disillusioned at the time, and she caused so much strife to the rebels why would she remember one scout?” She asks keeping her calm.

I look to my aunt as Ginny explains and I see the light and horror go off in her eyes as she remembers the interaction very clearly. She has one of two paths before her, and I have a feeling neither will go all that well after feeling the Dark Lord’s anger for myself.

As the Dark Lord turns to her, she keeps the same stiff pasture as someone who has no idea of what they’re being accused of. I honestly feel it’s the worse of her two choices, but she can’t go back now that it’s been made.

“Bella it does sound like you, to attack an unknown enemy in such a vicious way.” He says moving to her with a deadly calm.

“And risk hurting someone you would prefer to break yourself my Lord? Never.” She says in her most innocent tone.

Those around the room are holding their breath as they all know how much the Dark Lord likes to be lied to.

“Oh that’s so thoughtful of you Bella.” He says smiling as if he believes her lies. It calms my aunt quite a bit and she moves closer to him as he waves her forward.

When he takes her chin in his grasp and probes into her mind, she screams with a pain and fury that I have to wonder if he’s being particularly rough with my poor aunt’s broken mind.

I watch Ginny stand there, show no emotion at this exchange except the slight tightening and loosening of her wand hand. I doubt anyone else even notices.

When the Dark Lord lets Aunt Bella drop to the floor he turns back to Ginny, and I can tell she senses his eyes on her.

“So you know the truth of what happened?” She asks having no real idea of what he just did to my aunt.

“Oh yes, I have the truth of her side of it.” He says sounding amused as he moves slowly towards Ginny.

“I told you my side. I didn’t lie to you.” She tells him standing her ground.

“No I don’t think you did, but I still don’t know exactly what brought you to this point.” He reminds her.

“Do you still want me to join you?” Ginny asks interrupting this train of questioning.

The way he smiles at her makes me want to step between the two of them. I’ve never seen him look at anyone with such a look of… desire?

“Of course my dear.” He says in a way that makes me want to take out my own wand.

“Even though you didn’t get to break me yourself?” She asks in a sarcastic tone that makes me worry for her.

“Still quite the little lion aren’t you?” He asks sounding amused.

“Well I don’t really see myself as broken if that’s what you’re asking. I walked in here because Draco showed me it was the only way to get what I want.”

“And what do you want my dear?” He asks glancing to me and then back to Ginny with interest.

“Power.” She says clearly. “I want to be the Mistress of my own destiny. I don’t want to be coddled and protected and ignored.”

“You don’t think you need my protection?” He asks looking her over again.

“I need your consent to live my life in the open.” She tells him boldly. “But not your protection.”

“You’ll take my mark, join my army. I will rule your destiny my dear.” He tells her circling around her slowly like a snake eyeing his prey.

“You will be my Lord.” She agrees and I wonder how fast her heart is beating. “But, I refuse to answer to anyone else. I’m not joining your army to be some minor player at anyone’s command.”

“Oh she has demands.” He says turning to the crowd to join in his amusement. “The little girl wants to be on level with my most trusted followers.”

The room laughs as they pick up on his mood of amusement over this idea.

“I do have demands, but I think I also have more potential than most of the other sheep you have following after you. And I’ve never lied to you.” She adds poignantly.

That freezes the Dark Lord for a moment at the way she says this and turns to those gathered. “Out. I will speak with her alone.” He commands the group and everyone goes rushing for the doors. I have mixed feelings, not wanting to leave her alone with him.

“Draco stays.” Ginny speaks up just as firmly.

“I think you are right about that.” Lord Voldemort says looking to me with more interest than he has given me since he sent me to kill Dumbledore back when I was a child.

Once the three of us are alone once again, I move up next to Ginny, but there’s something that tells me not to take her hand.

“What have you told the boy?” He asks without pretense.

“A summary of my time in the chamber.” She answers honestly as ever.

“My Lord, I would never reveal anything she divulged to me.” I tell him bowing so he knows that I still more than respect his power.

“I do not negotiate. You will do as I say.” He says looking to Ginny very seriously.

“This is not a negotiation. I don’t like your followers. The only reason I’m here is for my own benefit.”

“Does that include Draco here?” He asks and I really wish I didn’t have his attention in this.

“No. Obviously it doesn’t. Nor does it include one other. But for the most part I find them disgusting, and if they try anything, they’ll get the same as Mr. Elrose.”

“Who?” He asks looking unimpressed.

“The spy my father sent after her my Lord.” I cut in respectfully knowing he doesn’t like to have to ask, I add. “She killed him my Lord.”

“Ah, so you’ve already been blooded, good. How did you kill my sweet?” He asks looking at Ginny in that way that makes me want to do very stupid things.

“Do you want the gory details?” She asks coldly. “I used magic. The Killing Curse.”

“Really?” He asks sounding pleased. “Very good. This can be confirmed I assume?” He asks reaching out to her.

“It was the last spell I used.” She says holding her wand out handle first.

“No need, I believe you.” He says in a knowing way I really don’t like.

“All she wants is to be respected my Lord.” I say for Merlin knows what reason.

“You will answer to only me, but you will have no command over any other. Not yet.” He says with a slow nod. “What else did you want? Power? The Mistress of your own destiny? Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“What does that look like to you?” He asks and I see his eyes going down to our almost touching hands.

“I want Draco and I to continue to live at his place in the woods.” She says and I see she’s now shaking just slightly. “I want to continue to train and grow in my power.”

“What does the young Malfoy have to say to that?” He asks turning to me.

“It would be my honor my Lord.” I tell him knowing better than to use the word love in front of him.

“Then you both may continue to live there when not on active duty for me.” He agrees before smiling. “You will train with me personally and we will make you a most powerful witch.” He adds a slow grin coming to his snake like face.

“Then I will take your mark if that’s what you wish.” She says holding out her arm.

He brushes his long spider like fingers over her arm and shakes his head. “You’re to be a new breed of follower my sweet.” He says lifting her chin. “I want it right here.” He says reaching around her and running a single finger down along her neck and following the top of her spine.

“Is that really necessary my Lord?” I ask unable to think of how much it will hurt to have the mark in such a place.

“If she truly wants all she seeks.” The Dark Lord says stepping back to give her air to think.

Instead of responding Ginny unbuttons the top half of her robe and loosens it so the spot he touched is fully revealed. She turns her back towards him and pulls the braid from his way as well.

“You might wish to kneel; we don’t want you moving once I’ve started.” He says obviously gleeful about the upcoming pain he gets to inflict.

Ginny swallows thickly and I can’t help but move down in front of her. I’m the one who’s gotten her into this after all.

She takes my hands in hers squeezes as she readies herself. Over her shoulder, I see our Lord eyeing us interestedly but he says nothing before he lowers his wand to her neck.

As he starts the spell, slowly dragging his wand down the curve of her back, she gasps her unseeing eyes looking blankly into mine. I kiss her hands again and again as she shakes with the pain of it working very hard not to make a sound.

When he gets to the end of his mark he looks into my eyes as he lets the grin widen then starts moving the wand back up over the mark. Her scream seems to penetrate my soul and I hold her hands more tightly. I’ve never seen him mark anyone like this before and I have to worry for Ginny’s future.

Thankfully Ginny blacked out after the third pass of the mark. I was forced to hold her up while he traced over it four more times before he was satisfied.

“Seven my Lord?” I ask him as I hold her limp body in my arms.

“She will know what it means.” He says his eyes once again on her. “I have great plans for this one Draco.” He adds standing to his full height. “It is a great honor that I am trusting her to your care.”

“Thank my Lord.” I say as I fix her robes for her; not wishing to look Lord Voldemort in the eyes at the moment for my own safety.

“I think Lieutenant General Malfoy has a good ring to it.” He adds and the shock of it makes me turn up to him.

“My Lord I was only a Lieutenant. That's… a large jump.” I say, as I would now be answering only to my father.

“Yes, well I see now that you have been undervalued in the past.” He says with a simple wave of his hand.

“There’s one other that helped in my work with Miss Weasley.” I say unsure of calling her by her first name to a man that seems so familiar with the woman I love.

I’d love to punish Blaise for fooling around with her last night but I know Ginny would want him to be acknowledged as well.

“The one other of my followers she doesn’t think is scum?” He asks amused.

“I think so my Lord.” I say feeling her move in my arms. “Second Lieutenant Zabini was more than helpful in showing her the truth.”

“And what do you think he deserves for his help?” He asks his eyes moving back to Ginny as she starts to wake.

“I think he would prefer to be under my direct command my Lord.” I say as that’s what he had been asking for since I was exiled in the first place.

“It doesn’t seem that he has ever stopped.” Voldemort says with a chuckle. “I will decide on a new rank for him and give him to you as a personal officer.”

“Thank you my Lord.” I say standing as I shift Ginny into my arms bridal style. “May I take her home to recover my Lord?” I ask not sure, I’ll ever be able to relax around him.

“You are dismissed for now.” He answers waving me towards the door.

As I carry Ginny down the halls of my old family home she whimpers before opening her still cloudy eyes.

“What happened?” She asks in a small voice.

“Everything is good my love, we're going home.” I tell her softly. “We’re going home.”

The End.
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