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The Blind Nymph	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- This story is something I have been posting on FF.net and my own website, but my beta Eclectic Pet has recently convinced me that I should post it here as well! So if you enjoy it you should thank her! She also helped me go over the entire story to fix it and make it better like always. She is just awesome like that. I feel I should warn my readers this is not a smutty story. It is a dark fic and may have scenes with sexual content in the future, but only where it is important for the plot of the story.
Before I begin this story I have to credit wrenbailey for the plot bunny. Some of the ideas came from a story by them called Equally Blind on FF.net. The story was never finished and has not been Updated since 2009. I found that my brain would not leave the ideas alone because they were never finished and that is what has led to this story. For those of you who have read the other story, I must warn you there are only one or two similarities.
Without any further ado, the story...

Ginny-
I sat in my tent and listened to the soldiers outside as they tried to relax after a long shift of scouting. I think of them as soldiers and I laughed when I realize they’re really boys who’ve been forced into a life on the run. The camp we’re in is full of teens that had to grow up much too quickly, but I guess that’s what war does.
Voldemort’s forces have taken control of England, France, and Ireland. Rebel camps like this one are spread over the wilderness. No more than a hundred or so wizards in each camp. Much bigger than that and we would be noticed much more easily. We move the camp whenever his forces get near, so far our spies and scouts have kept us safe.
I sigh and pull myself out of my thoughts so I can get back to work. I slowly start to sharpen the blade in my hand. There’s a whole stack of sharpened ones to my left and dull to my right. I like to do the small chores as they keep my hands busy.
There’s a loud bang outside and my hand slips as I jump in reaction. I feel the pain a moment after my palm is sliced open and I curse under my breath as I feel around for my wand. When my hand lands the smooth piece of wood, I cast a quick healing spell on the cut, and then wipe the blood on my jeans.
“Ginny? You okay in here?” Ron asks before he pushes open my tent flap without being invited.
“I’m fine, what was the noise?” I ask as I set down my wand and pick my work back up.
“Some stupid git set off one of our own traps.” He says and I can feel him looking me over. “Is that blood?” He asks and I sigh because I know what’s coming. “Did you cut yourself?”
“Yes Ron, I was startled and I cut my hand, but I healed it and I’m fine.” I say in an annoyed voice.
“That’s it Gin. Someone else can do this; I told you it was a dangerous job.” He says in a gruff voice and pulls the tools out of my hands.
“What am I supposed to do Ron? Just sit here?!” I ask as I try to take the sharpening stone back from him.
“We have other people who can do this stuff.” He backs away and starts collecting my piles.
“I can do this stuff!” I stand up feeling my voice rising.
“No, it’s obviously too dangerous!” he says like the over protective git he is.
“It’s no more dangerous for me than it is for anyone else! So why do you keep treating me like I’m useless?” I snap stepping forward.
“Ginny, you’re not useless; we just need to find you a safer job. Okay?” he says as he tries to keep his tone even.
“No! I can do this job! Stop treating me like I’m going to break at the smallest thing!” I take another step forward.
“Ginny.” He snaps back at me. “You’re blind! You need to stop pretending nothing is wrong!”
“Fuck you Ron! I know I’m fucking blind! It’s kinda hard for me to miss! But that doesn’t make me useless!” I bend down and locate my wand and cane. “I’m going for a walk!” I say as I snap my cane into place and move past him out of the tent.
“Gin?” Ron starts in a much more smooth tone this time.
“And don’t have any of your cronies follow me this time General Weasley! They’ll come back with bats flying out of their nose!” I call back as I make my way out of the camp.
I find the familiar path I’ve been using since we set up the camp two months ago. It leads me away from the others. I don’t spend a lot of time outside my tent, I’m always feeling eyes on me, and hearing whispers filled with pity as I pass. I don’t want to be pitied; I want to be useful.
When I get to my destination, I slump down into the grass and slowly feel my way forward to the edge of the pond. It’s a small clearing I found just after we made camp. I like the smells of damp earth and flowers. I like the sounds of the creek that feeds the small pond in front of me. It’s a peaceful place where no one judges me; no one pities me.
After the fight with Ron I think back to a year ago when all of this happened.
I was out with two other scouts looking for new locations where we could set up camp. We separated to cover more ground. It was a few hours into the mission when it happened. When I ran into her.
I literally ran into her. We were both using a disillusionment charm to help keep out of sight. I jumped back when I hit the solid woman and I started to move away from her as she let her charm fall.
I remember the sneer on her face as she looked around to see what hit her. “Are you blind?” She laughed madly, but she couldn’t see me.
I backed away slowly as I knew how dangerous this woman was; she was not to be engaged in a one-on-one duel.
“Come out my pretty! Bella just wants to play!” She said as she was still scanning the area.
I was too focused on her and I missed the root. My foot caught and I fell back with a loud thud. She was on me a moment later. “Seems you are blind my little pretty!” She cackled. “Let Bella help you with that.”
The last thing I saw was a blue curse coming straight at me. The world went black and I passed out.
Later I found out a group of our soldiers had been tracking her, and caught up with her as she was distracted by me.
They got me out, and I survived, but the combination of curses that she’d cast on me left me in darkness. Our healers say that I’ll be in darkness forever. What she did to me wasn’t something that could be healed.
A soft breeze bringing the smell of fresh cut wood passes over my face, and brings me out of my dark thoughts. I listen closely to make sure no one from the camp followed me before I stand.
I kick off my trainers, and slip out of my jeans, before I pull the tank top off and drop it all in a pile.
What I need is a swim I decide and I drop my cane and my wand by my clothes before I step down into the pond. I move to a deeper portion and dip under the surface. As I come up for air again, I flip back my hair and laugh as I let the water take away my frustration at my life now.
I arch my back a little so I can just float on the surface of the water and feel the warm sun on my skin. My ears are below the water, so it gives me a sensation of floating in a warm sea of nothingness. It’s a comforting feeling now, where at first it frightened me.
I start to hum to myself and the sound reverberates in my ears in a strange and lovely way.
After a short time, I sigh and stand in the water. If I’m too long away from camp, they’ll send someone looking for me. With a huff, I start to head back towards the shore. The loud crack of a branch freezes me in place.
“Who’s there?” I call out.
Draco-
I stretched lazily in my sleeping bag. My current position has its upsides and downsides. Upside, I can sleep in as late as I like. Downside, the cottage needs a lot of work before I can actually sleep inside.
I look over at the shabby building and sneer. I was told this was a retreat, that it was felt I needed time off from the war. But I feel it may have been a punishment for hexing Lieutenant General Nott’s son. It wasn’t my fault the git was in my way.
Father, or rather General Malfoy, felt that it would be good for me to get away and work with my hands. So, he sent me here with the mission of making the cottage livable again.
The building is tiny compared to Malfoy Manor, but it has been in the family just as long, if not longer. I can’t really complain too much, Father knows I like carpentry. That building things is a guilty pleasure. So really, the project should be fun.
I stand and stretch again. I walk over to a small table where my food for the morning has been left. Until I can get the kitchen set up, and get a house elf installed in the place, Father agreed to have my meals sent so I wouldn’t have to worry about too much.
After I eat breakfast and drink a few cups of coffee, I sigh as I decide what to do first. Really, the first thing on my list should be getting wood. I decide to take a walk and scout the woods to the best place to get exactly what I need.
It’s almost midday, when I hear the sound of a woman humming. Slowly I stalk towards the sound, it actually is quite lovely, and it has been a very long time since I’ve seen a woman who isn’t my subordinate or a slave. Some of my peers take advantage of women below us in rank and station, but I have no taste for such things.
I come to the small clearing in the woods. I spot her, like a water nymph basking in the sun. She’s humming and floating in the water. From here, I can see her pile of clothing on the shore. It seems I’ve run across a muggle woman. I frown as I try to think if there’s a village around anywhere.
I move around the tree slowly, so she doesn’t see me, so I can get a better look at her. Her curvy, but toned frame is the most appealing thing I’ve seen in a long time. Her milky white skin is speckled with freckles. Her face has soft almost heavenly features. Her hair is under the water so I can’t quite tell its color. Her wet bra and knickers do little to hide what’s to be found under them, and I enjoy taking in her round and perky breasts.
I feel my first thought was correct, there’s no way this creature could be a muggle or even a witch, she’s my water nymph. I decide I should get comfortable and watch her a while. I deserve a little treat after all.
When she sighs and stands revealing her flaming red hair, something clicks for me. I’ve seen her before. I know this woman and she’s a witch. I’m so stunned when I realize whom my water nymph is I take a step back, right onto a twig.
I cringe as the now grown Weasley freezes like a dear who has caught the scent of a predator.
“Who’s there?” She calls out.
I raise my wand to defend myself as I step out of the tree line. She’s looking right through me as if she doesn’t see me at all, and then turns her head in a completely different direction as if…
“You’re blind.” I say as the shock of it hits me.
“You’re the second person to inform me of the fact today. I’m so glad people keep me updated about these things.” She says in a snarky tone. “Who are you; I don’t recognize your voice.” She says as she moves towards her clothes.
I lower my wand. It was strange seeing her like this. The last time I noticed her she was a slip of a thing following Harry Potter around like his personal shadow. She’s on guard because she doesn’t know me, but I don’t see the loathing I’m so used to from the Weasleys, which just gives me an odd sort of feeling.
“My name is Syler.” I lie easily enough. “I live on the other side of the hill. Where did you come from?” I ask looking around.
“You can call me Ginny.” She says as she finds her pile of clothes and starts to dress. “I’m from around.” She says vaguely. “I was just taking a dip.” She adds and then fingers her wand before putting it in her back pocket as if she’s hiding it from me.
“I’m a wizard.” I say as I smirk comes to my lips.
“Oh thank goodness.” She said and sighs with relief as she pulls her wand back out and dries her hair.
“Are you out here alone?” I ask trying to sound merely curious.
“Why? Are you afraid I’m going to have my wicked way with you?” She asks as a smirk comes to her lips.
“Oh yes, I’m very frightened of the half dressed water nymph.” I say darkly.
“Water nymph?” She asked with a laugh in her throat. Her whole face brightened with the laugh and it sent an unrecognizable feeling to my stomach.
“You heard me. You were the perfect image of one only a few moments ago.” I say waving my hand to the water. “You still haven’t convinced me that isn’t exactly what you’re.”
Once she was completely dressed, she picked up a white cane that had been laying near her clothes.
“Well if I’m a water nymph what are you?” She asked making her way towards where she’d heard my voice.
“A man who lives alone in the woods.” I say as I watch her progress. By the way she held herself she has been blind for at least a few months, if not more.
“Oh why is that?” She asked curiously. I could tell she was trying to figure out what side of the conflict I was on. She needed to know if I was safe. A prideful smile spread across my face.
“Because I like my privacy and I’m staying out of the war, why else?” I say and force myself to sigh. Soon she’s in front of me and her hand reaches out to touch my chest. I could grab her arm and Apparate her back to the Manor. If I remember correctly, there’s quite a price on this one’s head
“How can you stay out of the war?” She asks with a dark frown crossing her face.
“I’m a pureblood man so the Death Eaters leave me alone. And of course the Rebels…They don’t go after anyone that hasn’t killed people.” I lie to her easily enough. I decide against the first plan, what if I could bring in her whole camp? She’s a Weasley after all; she would be camped with at least one of the golden three.
“What are you doing alone in the woods?” I ask as I again try to get her to tell me where her home is.
Ginny-
“What are you doing alone in the woods?” He asks and for the life of me, I can’t hear any pity or fear for me in his voice. In the beginning of the conversation, I had thought about just leaving, but I like the way this strange man speaks to me. It was nice to be treated like a human again.
Now that I’m closer to him, I realize he smells like fresh cut wood and sweat. I feel a hard chest against my hand, and the fabric that covers it is soft but durable. He was obviously, someone who works with his hands, someone useful.
“I was taking a bit of a walk to cool down.” I answer with a sigh. “But I should head back, I’ll be missed soon. It was nice meeting you Syler.” I say as I take a step back from him.
“Yes, you as well, it has been awhile since I had a human conversation.” He says and I smile at his word choice.
“I was just thinking the same thing. Funny that. Thank you.” I say and turn my back to him. I listen to where the creek is from me and I head in the direction of my path home.
“How often do water nymphs have to return to their ponds?” He asks and I can hear the teasing tone in his voice.
“Oh, it’s hard to say: sometimes days, sometimes hours.” I say with a laugh. When I feel myself step into the shadows of the tree line, I reach out my left hand to feel for the mark on the tree I’d left there my first day. Once I confirm I’m in the right place I decide to cast a disillusionment charm on myself. I can’t have Syler following me until I know more about him.
I walk carefully and silently back to the camp. On any other trail, I wouldn’t have been able to manage it, but this one I know so very well. When I’m a few feet from the unplottable camp, I pause and listen to the woods. I hear nothing out of the ordinary so step into the boundary.
“Ginny!” I hear the relief in the voice that calls to me from a few yards away. This man smelt of dirt and grass, with just a hint of something that was his and his alone.
“Field Marshal Potter.” I greet him as I hear him move closer. “Sergeant Weasley, reporting back from blowing off steam.” I say with a smile. There’s an uncomfortable silence that greets me as I use my old rank. I sigh, I’d gotten used to the man in the woods talking to me, and now that I was home, we were back to this.
“Ron told me what happened.” Harry said finally. “Promise me it wasn’t deep, and I won’t take the duty away from you.” He adds, he was always more reasonable than my brother.
“I’m sure Ron makes it seem like I cut off my whole hand, but it was only a small flesh wound. I healed it before he even got there.”
“Okay, I’ll have the tools returned to your tent. I was also thinking you could put together field kits.” he offers. Harry at least understands that I want to feel useful.
“Yeah, I can do that.” I say and give him a warm smile. “Will you be in camp long? You could share my tent if you want?” I offer playfully.
The uncomfortable silence is there again. Now this was the problem with Harry. Before my injury, we’d been building a life together. It was a life of war, but at least we had each other.
He was a traditional kind of man; he wanted our first time to be after we were married. Back then, I agreed with him. But this hadn’t stopped us from sharing many nights together, just holding one another and sharing comfort.
I used to make that same offer every time he was in our camp, and his response used to be a sly smile and a wink, followed by a passionate kiss on the lips.
Now I got awkward silence and a clearing of his throat.
“They already set a tent up for me by command.” he says and kisses me lightly on the cheek. “I should head back, we’ll catch up at dinner.” he promises and walks away.
He didn’t break up with me after the attack. He still swears he has feelings for me, and that he wants to be with me. But his actions speak louder than his words. He sees me as weak now, as something he’ll break if he holds me too tightly. I wonder what he’d do if I broke up with him?
Draco-
I watch her as she moves across the clearing. I decide I should let her get a little ways away before I start to follow. When she casts the spell that makes her all but invisible it takes all my will not to curse. She was a smart little witch I’ve to admit. It seems Syler will have to earn her trust.
I think about reporting the sighting to Father. No, it’s best to come back with results than to report failure.
It’s time to get back to the project I was actually sent here to do. I wouldn’t put it passed Father to not let me rejoin the war until the cottage was complete. As it is, it could be a year’s worth of work.
My walk was fruitful in more ways than one, when I Apparate back to the cottage my pack is holding more than a few shrunken trees to be turned into lumber. I spend the rest of the afternoon converting the oaks into a more usable form. The spells are familiar and relaxing.
When I wake the next morning, I decide not to go back to the pond that day. Even if the little nymph showed, I don’t want to seem like I’m waiting around for her. Today I will use solely on my main objective.
I walk into the small two-story building and sigh at how much work there is to be done. The cottage is in complete disrepair, and looks as if more than one animal had decided to make it its home.
The downstairs contains a living room, dining room, kitchen, and small half bathroom. I know without going up the stairs that it has three bedrooms and two full baths. There’s also a small root cellar just off the kitchen.
I’ve only been to this place once, when I was a child. It was in better condition than, but not by much. Father had brought me here so he could pick something up and we hadn’t stayed very long. This hadn’t been a place, Malfoys actually inhabit since my grandfather was young.
Every room in the building is going to need attention and love, so it’s hard to decide where to start. I stand in the entrance way and think. Really it comes down to what I want access to first. When I ask myself, the question the answer comes immediately: a bath.
I can do without a kitchen or House Elf for the time being, but one good whiff of myself and I crave a working bath.
I head up the stairs to see what the state the bathrooms actually are. I step very lightly on the stairs, as much of the wood is rotted. I make my way down the upstairs hall and open doors as I go to see the exact state of things.
The guest bathroom is in adequate condition. Tiles and fixtures will need to be replaced. The bath itself is strong and sturdy. It was made in a time when things were built to last.
I walk over and turn the handle. Brown water sputters out. When I turn the other handle, the same thing happens. I try the sink next and I’m soon satisfied that the pipes in the room need cleaning, but as a whole they’re in good condition.
Next, I move to the Master bedroom and I wrinkle my nose at the smell. Something has died in the room. I step back out and close the door. I’ll get to the Master suite later. I put up a few spells to contain the smell to the contained area.
I go back to the guest bathroom and make a list of supplies I’ll need that I can’t gather myself. I then go back downstairs and make lists for the half bath and the kitchen.
I’m only permitted to leave the project once a week to get any supplies I might need, so I try to make the best use of the time that I can.
I decide this first trip will be to a smaller wizarding village. I don’t smell right to be seen back in London. I stop by the small shop to drop off my lists then leave to have some lunch while they get things together for me. I go to the only pub in the small town and sit away from the others so as to not offend anyone with my reek.
“You’re a hard man to find.” a familiar voice says with a sarcastic tone.
“So very hard when I wear the tracking beacon ordered by my father.” I reply as I look up at my dark haired friend. “What’re you doing here?” I ask with a frown.
“Having lunch,” he replies as he sat down at my table and wrinkled his nose.
“I’m working on getting the bathroom finished first.” I say before he can make a comment.
“Ah.” is all he says as he looks over the menu.
“I know you want something more than lunch.” I say and push my own menu aside.
“How long do you think you’ll be kept in exile?” He asks as he can tell I’m in no mood for games.
“Father says until I finish the cottage.” I say with a sigh. “Unless, I can find other ways to get back into good graces.”
“I still can’t believe you crucioed Nott.” Blaise says with a smirk on his lips. ‘What did he do exactly?”
“I found him fucking one of his slags in my tent.” I say dryly. “It was a lack of respect and I stand by my decision.”
“He outranks you.” Blaise pointed out and I sneer.
“Only because, his father pulls every string to get him promoted, while mine makes me earn my own way.” I snap.
“True.” Blaise agrees and laughs. “But it still really sucks for me.” He says as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it with his wand. “They transferred Pucey in to replace you, and I don’t think he likes me.”
“You fucked his girlfriend at a gathering a few months ago. He may still be a bit peeved.” I point out and sit back to watch my friend.
“The one with the short black hair and the undersized breasts?” He asks as if he can’t remember the incident.
“You really are a whore.” I say as I shake my head.
“It’s not easy being this pretty.” He says as he motions to himself. “I have a duty to witch-kind to spread it around.” he adds with a charming grin.
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