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Draco's Saving Grace from his Devastating Past	By : PygmyPuffs Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9017 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Super Man, Batman, The Avengers, or Deadpool (the last three are only mentioned once and the fourth may be revisited at a later date! This is a Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter List
- 1-Draco
- 2-Harry
- 3-Harry
- 4-Neville
- 5-Draco
- 6-Ginny
- 7-Draco
- 8-Severus
- 9-Harry
- 10-Severus
- 11-Emberly
- 12-Draco
- 13-Emberly
- 14-Death
- 15-Gred and Forge
- 16-Ginny
- 17-Harry
- 18-Andromeda
- 19-Severus
- 20-Draco
- 21-Harry
- 22-The Greengrasses
- 23-Draco
- 24-Severus
- 15
- 16
- 17
Chapter 16: Ginny
Ginny laid on the thin mattress that she had been provided when she was first moved to Azkaban four years before. In a sense, she was relieved to no longer being in St. Mongo’s, and that the damned parasite that was supposed to give her the title of Lady Potter was finally born. There had be many a time that she tried to abort it, but all attempts were unsuccessful. She hoped Cunningham was happy with the little brat.
She let out a sigh. There were some days that she was back there in the secure ward. She had real food to eat, a real bed to sleep in at night, and the ability to shower whenever she needed. Here, in Azkaban, she had slop for food, a thin, dirty mattress to sleep in, and a cold shower twice a week for 10 minutes to bathe.
Ginny sat up and walked over to her cell door and looked out the small barred window. Things may have improved here at Azkaban with the destruction of the Dementors during the final battle, but it was still hell on earth. The next time she saw Potter, she would make sure he paid for what he had done to her, even if that meant getting an illegal wand from Knockturn Alley.
“Step away from the door, No Name,” one of the two guards shouted as they came towards her cell. It was time for dinner, which had been another change. Breakfast and dinner was served communally instead of in their cells. This provided a chance for the prisoners to interact, and a chance for her to visit with her poor mother.
Molly had lost a lot of weight in her five years of being in Azkaban. She was distraught when she learned of Arthur dissolving their marriage and disowning her only daughter. She didn’t even have the Prewett name to fall back on with Charlie removing them both from that family as well.
Recently, her mother had gotten sick, and despite that improved healthcare, she wasn’t anywhere near getting better. She was getting weaker and Ginny knew that her mother would never see the day when they would both be released from this hell: Molly No Name would die in Azkaban.
Stepping back, Ginny turned her back to the guards as per regulation. She heard the door open then felt the rough hand of one of the guards take her shoulder and spin her around, leading her out in to the hallway and towards the meal hall. Once they arrived, Ginny looked around for her mother. Upon not seeing her, she turned to the guards and asked, “Where’s my mother? Why hasn’t she been brought in?”
“She’s in the infirmary. She’s taken a turn for the worst. I suspect she won’t make it another month, two at most.”
Ginny sucked in a breath, dread filling her heart, “Will I be able to see her after dinner?” She asked, hope in her eyes. Her mother was all she had left in the world, she would be devastated if she were to die. Ginny had made a vow that she would survive long enough to enact her revenge against Potter. She was determined that she would survive Azkaban, no matter the cost.
“We will see, though the answer is most likely no, until at least tomorrow afternoon,” she was told.
She nodded and went to a table that had only one other person and sat. Instantly a tray of slop appeared in front of her. She would not cry, she was stronger than that, damn it! Ginny sullenly picked up her spoon and went about eating.
“Hello Miss Weasley,” a silky voice said.
Ginny knew that voice. It was Lucius Malfoy. Glaring up at the man she said with a snarl, “It’s not Weasley. I’ve been disowned.”
“I see, then my apologies,” he replied and sat in front of her, his own tray appearing. “What brought you and your dear mother to Azkaban?”
“Potter, the bastard. He set me up, he did,” Ginny said, angrily stabbing at her food.
“I see,” he said as he began to eat himself, “And where is your mother?”
“Infirmary, she’s getting worse and I know that she’ll die in here.”
“Like so many others, yes?” Ginny ignored the rely, knowing it was a rhetorical question.
Deciding to change the topic, Ginny looked up at Malfoy and asked, “Did you hear about Draco and what happened five years ago?”
“Draco? I haven’t seen or heard from him in ten years, and, as I’m sure you know, we don’t receive the Prophet either,” he drawled. “Please Ginevra, what has happened to my dear son?” he asked with a sneer.
“He dissolved his marriage, which, from my understanding, you arranged with the Greengrasses, and disowned his only son and heir.” She grinned when she saw the anger break through his carefully crafted mask. “Yes, I thought you would be angry when you heard that. It was quite the scandal. All over the paper for weeks afterwards. Story says that even the Greengrasses themselves disowned both Astoria and Scorpius. It seems they are both like me in that way.
“Draco broke the marriage contract?” she asked stiffly, trying to contain his anger.
“Yes, though no one knows exactly why he did it, just that he did,” she informed him. “Though, if I were to hazard a guess, having seen Astoria before my incarceration, the girl has gone quite mad indeed.”
“Just as you have, Ginevra?” Lucius sneered.
“Oh no, I think she’s gone madder than I have. From the one time I saw them both, the boy was very quiet himself, looking around with eyes for too intelligent for a newborn. Speaking of his eyes, I managed to get a good look at them. Would you like to know what I saw, Malfoy?” she asked, taunting the once proud man.
“What is so important about the boy’s eyes?” he demanded.
“They were bleeding red,” she whispered with eyes wide and sparkling with madness.
Lucius started back at her, shock clearly seen in his eyes. “Red? You are certain?”
Ginny sat back and went about eating again, saying, “Very much so. Whatever happened, it has everything to do with the boy. He’d be 5 now. I wonder what they are up too now. Perhaps once I’m free of this place, I’ll go call on them. One No Name visiting another.”
Neither spoke again for the duration of their evening meal, both, or at least Lucius Malfoy, deep in thought. Ginny was pleased that in a way, she had made herself an ally in this horror filled place.
As they were both lead back out, towards their cells, Lucius glanced at her and said, “You and I have much to discuss, Ginevra.”
She grinned, her eyes still bright and shining, nodded, “Yes we do, Lucius. I feel that this is just the beginning of a beautiful friendship, don’t you agree?”
Lucius smirked and drawled, “Indeed I do.” And with that, they were taken in separate directions and back to their dark, damp cells for the rest of the evening.
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