The destroyed paradise
Avada Kedavra. Two words and the whole world shattered into pieces. Two goddamn words and all those deaths became meaningless. Lavender Brown. Colin Creevey. Remus Lupin. Nymphadora Tonks. Fred Weasley. Avada Kedavra. All the sacrifices were pointless. Untimely. Unnecessary.
Ginny gritted her teeth not to scream from the pain - someone pulled her by the hair roughly, yanking it backwards. So many bodies! The fallen fifty. Not fair. None of them deserved a fate like that. Avada Kedavra. George's body fell flat just a few inches away. No. The girl did not cry. No. Not the time. The last thing Ginevra wanted was to be vulnerable in the eyes of the monsters. Didn't even flinch when felt the wand against her throat.
- That one's mine,- a familiar voice rasped and the grip loosened at once.
Voldemort pressed his finger to the pale lips and the laughs died out.
- Harry Potter is dead,- declared the wizard,- You have served well. All of you. Fearlessly, fiercely.
Ginny didn't care to listen. Her mind rendered to other thoughts. George. Ron. Hermione. Were they alive? "I fucking told you she's mine". Anger and panic in the words. She did recognize the man.
- Draco,- the girl whispered,- Draco, please!
***
Voldemort was sitting at the head of the table. Around him were Death Eaters, the most trustworthy of the lot.
- Regain your strength. Tomorrow we declare the war against the muggles. Everyone dismissed. Draco? You wish to say something?
Malfoy took a deep breath and started murmuring incoherently.
- Forgive the audacity, the dark lord. I would like to inquire about my mother.
- Do not worry, my boy. Narcissa shall not be touched. That I promise.
Draco sighed with relief and left. But not to his room. To the dungeon.
***
Petrificus Totalus. Ginny's stomach turned. Fenrir laughed.
- Animals have instincts, y'know?- he whispered in her ear.
The beast liked it when the victims were helpless. When they could feel everything, yet not move an inch.
- Like the self-preservation instinct? You clearly lack it. The girl belongs to me.
Greenback raised his eyebrow but left. When he disappeared into the darkness, the boy came closer.
- Draco,- Ginny breathed,- What's... what are they gonna do to us?
- Nothing too good. Did he touch you?
- No. Thank you. I... Draco...
For the first time in her life she was at a loss.
- They're alive. Your younger brother and the mudblood.
***
Draco closed his eyes. His head was busting.
- Why did you stop me?
- What is my surname?- the blonde asked quietly.
- Malfoy.
- Aye. Purity flows in the veins of our family. I shall not tolerate filth. Not in my manor at least.
It was enough to fool Fenrir. But nowhere near enough for Draco to fool himself. The memories of the past flooded his mind almost instantly. The memories of the day when Draco Malfoy's mask of arrogance and heartlessness cracked into million pieces. All because of Ginny Weasley