LbN: Felt like doing a "what if" type of story.

Fields of Innocence

Draco Malfoy entered the room and stood just inside the doorway. Nineteen years old now, he was Lord Voldemort's right hand man; having surpassed his father in status. Two years before, he had proven the guilt of Severus Snape and aided the Dark Lord in killing Harry Potter once and for all. There had been a fairly brief uprising after this, of course; but the Death Eaters had stopped it. The Boy Who Lived's friends had gone into hiding, and each ended up being captured and killed if they were not purebloods. If they were "rehabilitation" (i.e. torture) took place to see if they could be broken of their bad habits.

"You wanted to see me, my Lord?" Draco asked quietly.

"Ah, Malfoy," the chair facing the fire turned to reveal the Dark Lord, "Have a seat."

Draco bowed low, and did so. After a slight pause, Voldemort began to speak again.

"Why so modest? I've heard about your recent victory in Ireland. I must say, Draco, I am impressed at how prompt you were with winning the battle. I knew I made the right decision, having you lead my forces. And now, I believe I told you that I would think on your recent question. Tell me, what should my answer be to this…most peculiar request?"

"I but live to serve you, my Lord, in all things. Your answer will be right, as it is always," Draco nodded.

"Such loyalty," Voldemort leaned back and studied the young man, "You may do as you wish. I have already instructed the guards to obey your orders. Go now, you have Lord Voldemort's gratitude."

"Thank you, my Lord," Draco stood and bowed. He made to leave, but heard his master speak when he reached the door.

"And Draco?"

"My Lord?"

"Know that if you succeed with your plan, you will have a higher title than simply 'general'."

"Thank you, my Lord," Draco said.

He exited the room and walked down the main hall of the palace. Servants bowed low as he passed, but he paid them no heed. He had been granted the one wish he'd had since that past year. Once he was out of the main hall and away from the eyes of the servants, he broke into a run. He reached the doors to the dungeons in a record time of two minutes in a dead sprint. Gasping for breath, he respectfully saluted the guard, who bowed low at this honor of being so addressed, and walked through the two wooden doors. Two hundred stairs later, he was in the dungeons. He nodded at the guards stationed at each cell as they saluted. Walking to the fifth cell, he jerked his head to the right, signaling for the guard to leave, and entered. Sitting on the small cot in the corner was Ginny Weasley.

"Ginny?" he said quietly.

"Go to hell," she spat, "I hate you."

"I've done nothing to you," he told her gently.

"You killed my two best friends."

Draco paused. He had, indeed, been the cause of Hermione's death; but he was at a loss as to which other friend he had murdered. He tried to keep personal killings to a bare minimum. She, apparently, knew he was trying to remember the other person, because she supplied,

"Tonks."

"Come with me," he said, not wanting to talk about this in front of the guards, "I'm taking you away from here."

"Why would I want to go with you," she scowled.

"Because there are at least thirteen guards who are listening to this conversation right now; and if I leave alone, they'll take it as a sign that you don't want someone who will…be noble, shall we say? And I'm sure they will make it their life's mission to make you thoroughly regret your decision to stay."

A small glimmer of fear entered Ginny's eyes. Up until now, her pureblood status had kept the guards from doing anything untoward to her, unlike some of the more unfortunate female prisoners. Now, however, Draco was more or less giving them full permission to have their way with her if she should refuse. Her survival instinct and virginity were two of the only things she still proudly held on to, and she was determined to keep it that way. Getting up from the bed she pulled on a thin, ratty cloak and walked over to Draco. He motioned for her to follow him, and led the way out of the dungeons.

LbN: Hope you liked the first chapter! Reviews are lovely!!