The Myth of Innocence
Chapter 3: Innocent?
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Chapter Three – Innocent?
I’ve always hated when I was told off for being bad. I was the best child in the house-hold, I didn’t get into trouble…with the exception of Tom, of course… Do you want to know something? When Tom took me over, and I realised what was happening…I didn’t care. I imagined the power running through me, and after a while, I became conscious as I set the basilisk free. It felt so good. It felt…right. (An extract from Virginia Weasley’s non-living diary)
It was a sight to see. They walked in, fingers intertwined. They were magnificent. Fire and ice. Both moved with a new confidence, a new poise. Virginia moved proudly, no longer shrinking into walls. Her hair was like flames, shimmering and dancing as she moved. Her lips were bright red, her eye shadow purple, like her eyes. She was clad, not in the usual robes, but in an electric blue top and black leather mini-skirt.
Draco’s hair was ear length, and his eyes were icy silver, now smiling lazily. Although his lithe frame was relaxed, he was like a resting tiger, capable of springing into action in an instant.
Virginia looked around, laughed at the shocked faces, and moved over to the Slytherin table. Then the whispers started.
“Who is she?”
“Is she new?”
“Would she go for me?”
“I think she’s Draco’s.”
Then Neville Longbottom’s horrified voice rang out. “Holy shit! That’s Ginny!” Ron’s eyes shot to Neville then back to the girl he, Harry, and yes, even Hermione had been checking out seconds before. They all had deemed her a ‘babe’ then. Now he stood up and stalked towards the place where Ginny and Draco were eating.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Her eyes snapped up, and she smiled. “What ever do you mean, brother dearest?”
“Why are you sitting with a…a…a MALFOY?” Draco’s arm snaked around her waist and Ginny turned and straddled him. He smiled encouragingly.
“Why? Who else would I sit with? You?” She didn’t turn around to face Ron, instead locking eyes with Draco. “You never wanted me near you. You ignore me, Harry mocks me, and Hermione! She came on to Pansy Parkinson, who, admittedly, isn’t that bad looking, but has the mental capacity and manners of a cow! Why would I talk to someone with taste as bad as that?” Ginny stroked her hand up and down Draco’s chest, feeling the muscles under his robe. She smiled; she could feel his cock beginning to grow. “And so, Ron, you can piss off. I’ve changed houses to Slytherin; I have no need to EVER come back to Gryffindor.” Virginia could feel his glare bore into her back, and knew he would never speak to her again.
Her eyes closed for a second. The old hero-worshipping Ginny was screaming in pain inside her. They’d hate her forever. Her father, her brothers. No matter how much she’d try to explain, they’d never believe that it wasn’t her. It was her other half. Virginia. She started trembling, panic and doubt taking over her. Draco, reaslising that she was upset, kissed her temple and whispered into her ear. “It’s all right. I’m here. He’s gone.”
She nodded against his chest, even as, inside her, Ginny was shrieking that that was the problem. Virginia looked up at him. “What have you got next?”
“Transfiguration, you?”
Ginny looked at her new timetable and groaned. “History of Magic.”
He laughed, eyes lighting up at her plight. Although Professor Binns had developed some historical opinions (myths MIGHT have some truth to them) since Hermione Granger had showed him up 5 years ago, he was still stuffy. “See you later, then.”
Virginia leaned against the wall outside the classroom, waiting for Professor Binns. Hermione came up to Ginny, obviously about to start something.
“How could you Ginny? How could you do that to your brother? And, you sodding bitch,” she leaned closer. “You said you wouldn’t say anything about Pansy.”
Virginia stared back unrepentantly. “You’re going to be late for class, Hermione.” Hermione reared up and looked at her watch.
“Oh, crap.” She left without another word.
A girl with black hair and blue eyes came up to Ginny. “Look, I’m not going to go mental or anything. I just want to tell you; look out for Pansy. She was humiliated this morning, and she’s on the war path. I personally couldn’t care; she’s been strutting around like she’s a queen for too long, but don’t show her any weaknesses…”
Virginia interrupted. “Who are you?”
The girl blushed. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Gypsy Zambini. Blaise’s sister.” Yes, Virginia mused. There was a family resemblance. The dark hair, the eyes, the lips.
“Nice to meet you.”
Gypsy laughed. “You too.”
At that minute, Professor Binns arrived. “Today,” he announced, “we well be studying a woman who has pinpointed the time of the Hogwarts founders. You should be well aware of Nicholas Flamel, the only recorded maker of the Philosopher’s Stone. He was born in 1327. This woman, Elarania Gádia, was born in 1328.” Virginia, who had been sitting with her head down, almost touching her desk, lifted her head up so quickly she was dizzy. Her dream! “Now, the reason we can pinpoint the time of the Hogwarts founders is shown as we study Elarania’s life history.
“Lady Elarania Gádia, better known as Lady Fire, was the most infamous Dark Sorceress in her time. She was, by all accounts, magnificent. One love-struck courtier described her as ‘The Devil’s Angel.’ That courtier was Godric Gryffindor. Let me start at the beginning.
“In the year 1328, Elarania Gádia was born in Ireland. Her family moved to Scotland in 1334, when they inherited a title from an uncle. In 1347, she met Julian Moon. They became engaged, but broke up; reasons unknown. This we know because of Nairn; a diviner and philosopher. The next time Lady Fire is heard of, she becomes Godric Gryffindor’s lover. This was in 1350. A year later, she added Salazar Slytherin to her harem. Later that year, Julian tracked her down, and they once again become betrothed. This was also the time that their campaign began. Their reign was stopped a year later, after they had taken over most of Europe’s wizarding community. It was stopped by Nicholas Flamel, who used an early form of the Avada Kedavra curse. This curse was the Immolo curse. Elarania and Julian were killed on their wedding day, within seconds of each other.” His eyes narrowed. “This much we know for sure. There are myths of course, the most common one being the spell surrounding the possible spell or prophesy Julian recited before his death. The same spell was repeated by a diviner in his book on prophesies of the rise and fall of the Dark Arts.”
Ginny paled as she listened, and when Professor Binns had finished, she bolted out of the classroom. She ran right to the transfiguration classroom and barged into his class. Virginia paused for a second, then walked to the back of the classroom, grabbed Draco’s arm and propelled him out of the room.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m evil! You’re evil!”
“Let me guess. We’re all evil.”
“No,” she cried, not recognising his humour. “Just us!”
“Just us,” he repeated dryly. “What we did wasn’t evil, Virginia.”
She froze, shocked. WHAT? She thought HE THINKS I’M TALKING ABOUT…THAT! “It’s not us! Elarania and Julian. They’re evil!”
“Who?”
“You don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“About them. About us.” She sighed. “Elarania Gádia and Julian Moon.” She leaned closer. “Our past lives.”
Draco smiled. “What’s this really about?”
“This is really about the fact that I’m evil!” She calmed enough to explain. “I have these dreams. They are of me – Elarania. We look exactly alike.”
He sighed. “Tell me what this is really about, Virginia. You don’t need to make anything up with me.” Flames of rage licked through her. Patronising swine! How dare he? He took her from her family, told her she’d be happier with him, then did the same thing her parents and siblings did!
Ginny got herself under control and repressed the emotions. Then she started to act, even as a part of her sat back, horrified that lying was becoming so easy for her.
Draco watched as Virginia’s shoulders slumped and all life seemed to crumple out of her. “You’re right,” she admitted quietly. “I’m acting like a silly little chit. I’m sorry.”
He smiled, ready to forgive her. “It’s all right, Virginia. We all act strangely sometimes.” He grabbed her hand and started walking down that hall, letting her trail behind. He didn’t notice the flash of fury in her eyes as she contemplated being a doormat yet again.
Dumbledore stood up and the hall quietened down. It was lunchtime; everyone had practically forgot Virginia’s out burst –and Draco’s reaction – except Virginia. “It is my duty to inform you,” Dumbledore began,” that my old friend and famous alchemist, Nicholas Flamel, has died. He and his wife, Parenelle, passed away after the destruction of the Philosopher’s Stone, which was keeping them alive. For those who wish to pay their last respects, the funeral will be next week…” both Draco and Virginia stopped listening, instead concentrating on triumph that was bubbling, even bursting through them. It was as if a dam wall had been broken, and now feelings they’d never experienced had come crashing through. Draco took a deep breath revelling in the power he could feel, the strength, the certainty. Virginia raised her hands to her head, trying to clear her mind. She felt everything that Draco did, the power, everything…and more. Mixed in with it was pain…Virginia slumped down, leaving Draco to catch her.
“Are you all right?” he whispered.
She nodded slowly, and smiled. “I’m fine…” then she laughed. “Never better, in fact.”
“You feel it too?’
“The power?”
“Yes…”
“Well, what do you want to do with it?”
[AN: Guys, I’m stopping here, cause I have to prepare myself for the next chapter…believe it or not, I’m a goody-two-shoes, so it’s going to be really hard to get into the whole evil persona. But I will. Just not this chapter. Sorry it’s short…again. Read and Review]
Author's Note: I found this entire story so hilarious, I had to
include my old disclaimer and author's notes. They're almost the best part!
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