Draco pulled the servants' bell and sat back at his desk. It had been about two weeks since they had gotten back from France; three since they had gotten Tonks and Olivier from the prison. Olivier had been sent to the Private Wizarding Primary while Draco tried to locate any family the boy might have there in England. He also had a more pressing matter he needed to think about, though in about an hour whatever he thought wouldn't really matter anyway. He had gotten a message from the Dark Lord that morning. It had only been unsigned, but Draco had known who it was from. Only Voldemort could fit an air of calculating menace into four words:
Bring her with you.
He also knew who he meant by "her".
"Master Malfoy?" one of the messengers entered.
"Ah, Aaron," Draco nodded, "Will you Floo over and deliver this to Master Zabini?" he handed him a sealed letter.
"Of course, Master Malfoy," Aaron bowed and left.
Running his hands through his hair, Draco sighed and made his way upstairs to his room. Ginny was in there, reading a book.
"Start getting ready," Draco said, "We have to go to the Palace."
"Why?" Ginny asked, a small note of terror slipping into her voice.
"It'll be okay," Draco said, more to convince himself than Ginny.
"I think congratulations are in order," Voldemort said.
Ginny and Draco stayed still. They had no idea what was going to happen, but it couldn't be good.
"But I can't help notice that you were not exactly…forward, with the information. An explaination?"
"My Lord, we simply wanted to be sure before we said anything. You are, of course, aware that…things can go wrong—"
"I sense fear," Voldemort cut him off, "You knew I wouldn't approve. You knew that I wished my senior officers to remain childless."
"My child will not interfere with my work, my Lord!" Draco insisted.
"And if I will it that you not have a child, Draco?"
Draco felt Ginny begin to shake beside him. He put an arm around her waist and took a deep breath.
"My Lord, you know that I would not presume to conceal anything from you. I will not pretend that I will not be devastated, should that be your will."
Voldemort looked coldly at them. Draco's grip on Ginny tightened slightly. The cold, intense silence stayed in place for another minute, before Voldemort spoke.
"I know that you will raise him in the proper pureblood ways," he said, "You may go."
"Thank you Lord," Draco bowed. He felt Ginny curtsey, and when she stood back up, he steered her out of the room and down to the Flooing hallway. They both stepped into the green flames and Draco yelled,
"You're what??" Tonks asked.
"God, I thought we were about to die," Ginny said, shaking her head.
"We can't stay here," Tonks said, hair turning green.
"And you suggest? We can't run away. I'm pregnant, bonded to the highest ranking Death Eater other than You-Know-Who, and the stand-in guardian to an eight year old French boy until further notice. We'd get caught if we were dumb enough to try. By the way, we don't need to."
"We're trapped! Just like in jail, only here we—"
"Here we get to eat, have clean clothes and don't get beat on regular occasions. How far do you think we'd get Tonks? We wouldn't make it out of London before they killed us. And Draco too, probably."
"…You love him, don't you?"
"Starting to hate him less, yeah," Ginny said defiantly.
"Do you think they'll ever let us have wands again?" Tonks asked in a defeated tone.
"Dunno," Ginny shrugged, picking up a large book and opening it.
"What's that?" Tonks asked.
"The Necrotelicomnicon. Draco left it open the other day, and I picked it up."
"And what in the world could be in that book that would make you want to read about necromancy?"
Ginny looked up at her and smiled slightly. She flipped through a few pages and slid it across the table to Tonks. The now purple-haired witch glanced at the page.
"Communicating with the Netherworld? Which brother do you want to talk to?"
"Bill. And Harry."
I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything