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Finding Home	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Ginny Views: 4045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Well, it wasn't exactly Lucius Malfoy.

Ginny watched as he walked deeper into the room. She was sure she was incredibly pale and gaping at him but she couldn't help it.

Though this Lucius Malfoy didn't look like the one that she knew, in her heart she knew who he was.

This Lucius looked a whole lot younger, his skin missing the slight wrinkles that he had from when she knew him. His normally long hair was only to his shoulders and tied up in a ponytail.

He was still dressed in robes that were probably worth more than her house, only they were a lot more casual then the grand get up she normally saw him in.

And yet, the most stunning differences with Lucius Malfoy she was staring at and the one that she knew was the fact that his eyes were shinning with emotion.

If Ginny didn't know any better, she would have said that he had concern in his eyes. The Lucius Malfoy Ginny knew didn't dare have anything other than disgust or mockery in his eyes.

Suddenly everyone in the room looked at Ginny expectantly and she realized that she must have been asked a question.

"Pardon?" she said, her entire face turning bright red with embarrassment.

Lucius smiled at her, making Ginny's heart flutter.

'No Ginny. You stop right there. There is no bloody way your heart is going to flutter for Malfoy out of all people.'

"How are you feeling? You took quite a fall. Who knows what could have happened to you if I hadn't stopped you," Lucius said.

The concern was really confusing Ginny. Since when did a Malfoy save a Weasley from their death? Did he not know who she was?

And suddenly, all of the pieces began to fit together.

The short hair, the youthful skin, the concern, the fact that Malfoy's mother was sitting next to her, and the fact that he didn't recognize her and her bright red hair ...

"What is the date?" Ginny asked, ignoring Lucius' question.

Everyone in the room glanced at each other nervously.

"It is January 22, 1977," Diane Malfoy said.

It took all of the willpower Ginny had not to faint.

She slowly lowered herself down to the pillows, putting her hand to her head.

"What was the last day you remember dear?" the healer asked, concern lighting his features.

Ginny bit her lip. She couldn't very well tell them that she was more than twenty years from the future. It would make things complicated and Merlin knows what she could end up doing to her own time if she let information from the future slip and they were aware that it was information from the future.

No, the best thing to do would be to continue to feign ignorance.

"My memory is fuzzy--I just know that the date doesn't feel quite right," Ginny lied.

She inwardly cringed at how lame it sounded but it was the best she could do with wearing her bloody heart on her sleeve.

The healer patted Ginny's hand.

"No need to overstrain yourself. For now, rest is what is best for now. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, I think it is time we left the patient alone," the healer said.

"Of course--thank you for coming, Healer Davis," Diane said, standing.

Healer Davis waved away her thanks.

"It is always a pleasure to help out the friends and family of the Malfoys."

Ginny frowned when he said this. Since when did anyone feel any sort of pleasure in serving Malfoys? Everyone knew they were the nastiest pureblood family out there, even during this time.

Ginny felt as if she was being watched. Her eyes connected instantly with Lucius Malfoy who stood at the side of her bed, staring at her curiously.

Ginny looked away, unable to meet his eyes at that point.

She was not ready to deal with him.

Diane told Ginny that if she needed anything, to call on Dobby.

The healer gave her some instructions on what to do about her head injury.

Lucius continued to stare at her and left the room only at his mother's gentle guidance towards the doorway.

Once Ginny was alone, she sat up and slipped out of bed.

She stared down at the nightshift she was in distastefully. It was a modern witch's worst nightmare. The fabric reached her neck almost uncomfortably and the hem was practically dragging on the floor.

Pushing the too restricting clothing to the back of her mind, Ginny went to the closet door that was next to the loo. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw her trousers and shirt hanging up neatly in the nearly empty closet.

Ginny dug into the pockets of her trousers.

Her heart went cold at the feel of the Time Turner. She took it out and nearly cried when she noticed that all of the sand within it was gone.

'Oh Merlin's saggy tits--what do I do now?’

Ginny felt herself sinking to the floor. This could not be happening. And to think, all of this was Lucius bloody Malfoy's fault.

If he hadn't tried to kill her during the final battle, she wouldn't be in this mess.

In fact, every trauma that Ginny had ever experienced in her life was because of Lucius Malfoy in some shape or from.

First, the fact that her father couldn't get a promotion was because Lucius would slaughter him during his reviews. The reason she was possessed and needed years of therapy was because he slipped the diary in her cauldron. The reason she almost lost movement in her leg was because of the curse he threw at her during the Department of Mysteries battle. And the reason she had been cooped up in the house for close to a year was because of his bloody cause in helping Voldemort.

And now, she was twenty years in the past and she had no idea how she was going to get back to her time.

Ginny put her head into her hands, feeling the beginnings of a meltdown coming on.

One tear fell down her cheek.

This started an onslaught of tears.

It wasn't long before she fell forward onto the carpet and began to sob her eyes out.

All of the pain that she had been pent up from her time came out in each sob.

When Ginny was all cried out, all she felt was exhaustion. She fell asleep where she lay on the floor.

When she woke up again, her blankets pulled up to her chin.

Ginny sat up, rubbing her eyes with her hand as she did so.

Someone must have found her on the floor and put her back into bed after she fell asleep.

Ginny felt her cheeks flame up at the thought of someone catching her all out of sorts.

Ginny let out a sigh, tugging at the neckline of her nightgown. If she weren't being watched so closely, she would have taken the offending garment off.

Suddenly, Dobby popped into the room, temporarily distracting her from her displeasure with her clothing.

The house elf held a tray in its hand, setting it on her lap.

"Good morning, Miss. Dobby was told by Mistress to bring you breakfast. When Miss is done eating, Mistress will come and speak with Miss. If Miss needs anything in the meantime, Dobby will get it."

Ginny studied the creature.

The elf seemed quite happy. It gave instructions enthusiastically and seemed eager to please her.

He was a far cry from the creature Harry described to her. From the sound of it during her time, it had sounded like Dobby had gone through generations of abuse at the hands of the Malfoy family.

This happy elf was obviously proving that theory wrong.

Ginny wondered what happened that would change in the years to come that would make Dobby eager to leave Malfoy Manor.

"Thank you, Dobby," Ginny said, somewhat absently.

The elf smiled and popped out of the room, leaving Ginny to her breakfast.

She stared down at the tray, frowning at the tea, toast, jam, eggs, and fruit.

Ginny really wasn't in the mood to eat. However, she knew that Dobby would report her eating habits to the Mistress of the Manor. Eating was not a battle she was going to engage in without knowing very much about the Malfoy family.

Ginny realized that she should have been thanking her lucky stars that in showing up at Malfoy Mansion, she actually treated as a guest and not a prisoner of war.

Then again, a large of it was probably due to the fact that they didn't know she was a Weasley. It was probably best if things stayed that way for the time being.

Ginny stared down at the breakfast and sighed. She smeared some jam onto the toast and began to eat.

As she ate, Ginny began to go over the facts in her head.

Obviously, during her struggle with Malfoy, he somehow ended up breaking the Time Turner in her back pocket and she was sent flying back into time.

She wondered even with him touching her, how he managed to stay in their time but pushed that minor detail from her mind. She had bigger things to worry about … like being trapped in Malfoy Manor with the Malfoy clan.

Ginny didn't know how she felt about them.

Lucius' mother seemed very warm and nice. She kind of reminded Ginny of her mother, Molly Weasley if Molly had been trained as rich, pureblood woman.

Ginny recognized the 'I'm going to protect you whether you want it or not' spark in Diane Malfoy’s eyes. Something in her gut told her that Diane was at least one person she could trust in the Manor.

Ginny didn't know about the Master of the House, Malfoy's father. She automatically didn't trust him until he proved her wrong.

And Lucius--well she didn't trust him at all.

She found it quite strange that the Malfoys had yet to question what her blood status was.

She wondered if during the tests if the healer picked up on it and gave it to them discreetly. If that hadn't happened, she was sure that the subject would come up soon enough.

And then there was the fact that she needed to figure out how in the bloody hell she was going to get back into her time. She couldn't go and find her family. Not only would it blow her cover but it could make things quite dangerous for them if the Malfoys knew that they were housing a Weasley.

Ginny went through person after person she could potentially call. The only person that came to mind was Dumbledore. It wouldn't be all that strange for a woman her age to know of the wizard. She was pretty sure that everyone and their grandmother knew who Albus Dumbledore was. Therefore, her next step would be to either get to him, or to have him get to her so they could talk.

As Ginny finished her breakfast, the door to the bedroom opened.

Ginny nearly slumped in her spot in relief at the sight of the Mistress of the Manor. She was quite stunning in her burgundy robes which shimmered in the dim sunlight that glowed through the windows of the room. Her hair was up in a perfect bun. Her makeup was light and it seemed to highlight her best features like her high cheek bones and stunning grey eyes.

"Oh good, you are finished. How are you feeling this morning?" she asked, snapping Ginny out of her staring.

"I feel much better today, thank you," Ginny said, watching as Diane Malfoy used a wand to float one of the wing back chairs over to the side of her bed.

"Have you found that any of your memory has come back?" she asked as the chair landed softly on the ground.

Diane sat down gracefully, arranging her robes carefully around herself almost as if it were a habit.

Ginny had to admit that she was kind of envious of how beautiful Diane was. But there was no sense in dwelling over something so petty.

"I remember my name--or at least I think I do."

Diane smiled brightly.

"That is wonderful news. I was beginning to tire of simply calling you 'the girl'. Tell us, dear, what is your name?"

"It's Virginia. But I prefer to be called Ginny."

Ginny knew from experience that people assumed she was Virginia instead of Ginerva based on her nickname. She figured if she was going to lie, she might as well be as close to the truth as possible. There was no way she was going to learn to answer to another name anyway.

"We will call you Ginny. This might help jog your memory better. Is there anything else you remember?"

"Um ... the name Dumbledore seems quite familiar to me."

"Albus Dumbledore?" Diane asked, furrowing her brow.

"Yes, that's it!"

"Albus Dumbledore is the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Do you remember attending school?"

Ginny shook her head.

"Maybe seeing this Dumbledore man will help my memory," Ginny said.

"You could be right. I will contact him right away," Diane said.

Ginny sagged into the bed with relief.

"Oh, you must be tired. I'll leave you to rest then."

Ginny simply nodded and watched as Diane Malfoy left the room.

Now that it was mentioned, she really was quite tired. The head injury must have been a lot worse than she realized.

Ginny was about to settle in to sleep when the gown she was wearing tightened against her neck.

Growling, Ginny sat up in the bed and roughly took the shift off. Once the offending garment was on the floor, Ginny let out a sigh of relief and snuggled into the warm blanket to get some much needed rest.
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