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Finding Home	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Ginny Views: 3993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money from writing this smutty endeavor.

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A/N: It’s been a very long time since I’ve done any fanfic upload. I’ve done tons of writing but no uploads lol I figured it was time to come back. No one likes writing Ginny as much as I do and I would like to write Ginny fanfic until I have no plots left in my head ... you are all going to get a lot of stories haha. Enjoy :)
Finding Home
Ginny ducked to the ground as another spell singed her hair.

She blindly threw a curse behind her, hoping that the person who was trying to kill her was at least hit.

She continued to crawl on the ground, rolling and twisting to get to Hogwarts.

Ginny hardened her heart as she crawled past the dead bodies of her classmates. Gods, they shouldn't have been fighting in this war. It wasn't their fault that an evil asshole was hell bent on taking over the world.

Ginny was only a few feet away from Hogwarts. She stood, clutching her wand tightly in her hands.

Harry and Voldemort were standing in front of each other. Ginny knew that this very moment would determine the outcome of the war.

Ginny was so distracted by the battle that was going on in front of her that she was caught off guard when a curse hit her in the back.

She fell to the ground, mentally kicking herself for being so stupid and letting her guard down.

She quickly flipped onto her back and blindly shot a curse at her attacker.

The attacker deflected the curse and just as quickly summoned her wand to his hands. Ginny's stomach pooled with dread when she noticed who the attacker was.

"Finally, a Weasley who understands the importance of bowing down to someone better than they are," he said in his annoying, cultivated voice.

“And a Malfoy who doesn't understand when he has lost. What a sad pair we are," Ginny said sarcastically.

Lucius glared at her.

"The world would be a better place without dirty little blood traitors like you crawling around in it."

Despite Lucius pointing his wand in her face and the commotion going on around them, Ginny rolled her eyes.

"You really should study your history more, Malfoy. When has eliminating a whole race of people ever been a good idea?" Ginny asked.

She was waiting for the opportunity to reach into her pocket to activate the Time Tuner she accidentally found on the ground after the attack on Bill's wedding.

She knew that if she didn't get away, Lucius was going to kill her. If there was anything Ginny learned in her short eighteen years on earth, it was that Lucius Malfoy wanted her dead.

"You don't belong here, Weasley. Not in this battle."

Ginny felt her blood boil at this admission.

"Well it's too bad, Malfoy because I do bloody well belong here."

Using the skills she gained from fighting with her brothers, she kicked his legs.

Lucius was so surprised by the physical attack that he fell to the ground, dropping both of their wands in the process.

Ginny scrambled for the wands.

She managed to get her hand over one of them before feeling someone throwing their weight on top of her and knocked the wand away from her hands.

"You're making me mad, Weasley," Lucius whispered into her ear.

Ginny growled and struggled underneath his weight. She bucked as hard as she could a few times but he remained steady on top of her.

She actually couldn't believe Lucius Malfoy was physically fighting her. He had always struck her as a lightweight who relied on his wand and house elves. She didn't think the bloody man could be so physically strong.

"Get off of me you wanker!" Ginny screeched still struggling.

She could feel bruises forming on her arms from where he was grabbing her.

Ginny suddenly felt very strange.

She stopped struggling as the strangeness intensified.

Soon Ginny felt as if she were being sucked through a giant, vacuum.

Her world went black.
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"How is she, Dobby?"

"She seems to be waking up, Mistress."

"Thank Merlin. The Healer wasn't sure when she would be up."

Ginny shifted, groaning at the throbbing in her head.

She felt someone's cold hand keep her head in place.

"Keep your head still, dear. We need to wait for the healer to come so we can inspect your wound."

Ginny tried to open her eyes but as soon as she did, the light made her close them again.

A cold, wet wash cloth covered her forehead. This helped to reduce the throbbing Ginny felt.

"You took quite a tumble, my dear. By the time we heard you falling down the stairs, me and my husband were too late to help you. Thank goodness my son was there to stop you from falling down the entire staircase."

Ginny stopped moving as the woman told talked with her. Her voice was soothing and helped to ease her pain.

"You must have really needed our help. Our wards only let those through who truly need us."

The woman stopped talking as the door to the bedroom opened.

"Diane, how is our poor mystery woman doing?" a jolly man said, his voice getting closer to her.

"She seems to be responding. However, she has yet to say anything," the woman said.

"With the amount of head trauma she experienced, it wouldn't surprise me if she couldn't talk because of the pain."

Suddenly, the smell of peppermints penetrated her senses. It was a smell that kind of reminded her of Professor Snape.

"Can you hear me, child?" the jolly voice asked softly.

Ginny moaned in response, unable to form a coherent word.

A hand slipped underneath her head and gently lifted it up.

She felt something hit her lips. It felt like a vile.

"Drink--it will take away the pain."

Ginny obediently opened her lips and slowly swallowed the liquid.

It tasted a lot more pleasant then she expected. Even better than that, it took away the pain in her head.

She attempted to open her eyes again and this time, the light in the room only gave her a dull ache.

Once her eyes were completely open she saw the source of the jolly voice.

It was a pudgy man with a grey and white goatee and a bald head. He was smiling down at her gently.

Next to him was a stunning, mature woman with blond and grey hair, grey eyes and high cheek bones.

She had a very kind face, crow's feet at the edges of her eyes. She was smiling down at Ginny was well. She reached out to remove the wet cloth from her head only to replace it with a new wet cloth.

"Just stay still a little longer, my dear, and in no time I will have your head healed."

Without waiting for a response from her, the man began to administer potions and run his wand over her head.

Soon the throbbing pain and aches were gone.

After he was done healing her, the kind man helped sit her up on the bed, arranging the pillows so she had support.

It was then that Ginny took in her surroundings.

There was no doubt that she was inside of a grand home. Her bedroom was about the size of her entire ground floor at the Burrow. There was a giant window on her left hand side, covered with heavy drapes that reminded her of the drapes in the Hogwarts hallways.

Two wingback chairs with a modest sized table sat in the corner next to the window. A few meters away was a fireplace that was burning brightly and giving off the only light. The ceilings were high and covered with beautiful art work of fairies. The color scheme of the entire room was silver and purple. It was quite a stunning combination and it matched, from the color of the chairs to her sheets.

The bed was also huge. She was sure that she and four of her big brothers could fit on the bed together and be completely comfortable.

"What is your name, dear?" the man asked, snapping Ginny out of her gawking of the room.

Ginny opened and closed her mouth a few times. Although the man and woman had done nothing but treat her kindly, something told her not to answer the question.

"Er ... uh ... I don't know," she said, kicking herself for at least not even attempting to make up a good name.

The man and woman glanced at each other with worried expressions on their faces.

"Do you know what day it is? What year it is?"

Ginny shook her head no, biting her lip.

They both glanced at each other again.

"I'm afraid she might be suffering from memory loss," the man said to the beautiful woman.

"Oh dear. Is there anything we can do?" she asked.

The man shook his head.

"There are potions, but I do not feel comfortable with her taking them after such trauma to her head. It might be best to monitor her for a couple of weeks and to see if she gains anything during those weeks."

Ginny was quite surprised by the turn of the conversation. She expected the man to take her off the woman's hand. There seemed to be no question that she was going to stay with an obvious well off family.

"There is no need to keep me here. I thank you for your generosity," Ginny finally said.

The woman and the man turned their attention to Ginny.

"Nonsense, dear. Whether you know it or not, you sought refuge in our house. It would be quite rude of me to throw you out on the street," the woman said, patting Ginny's hand.

Ginny felt uncomfortable accepting the help but didn't push the point. First she had to figure out what the hell was going on. She also needed to know what the bloody hell happened in the final battle. Her parents must be worried sick about her.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened again.

"How is she, mother?" the beautiful, tenor voice said from the doorway.

Ginny nearly fainted at the sight that greeted her.

Bloody hell.

It was Lucius Malfoy.
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