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A/N: Reviewers, I don't know what to say. This chapter isn't very happy either, things just seem to be getting worse don't they? I hope someone reviews this time, you're not reviewing anymore! I've only gotten five for the last chapter... please guys! Good or bad! I don't care! Thanks!

Chapter 22
Fullfill your Duty

“I’m going to miss you!” exclaimed Ginny pulling Jane into a tight hug. Jane nodded and tried not to crack a smile.

“I’m going to see you in a few days Gin, we’re going back to school on Tuesday!”

“It’s still awhile you know,” said Ginny grinning. Jane nodded and headed out the door where her parents were waiting. Smiling, they apparated away from burrow and Ginny walked back up to her room. Closing the door softly behind her, she fell on her bed, wondering where Draco could be right now.

The door creaked open and Ginny looked at it curiously. No one was standing there. Then, a small blond head popped up at the end of her bed, Ginny laughed as Sylvie crawled up on the bed and jumped up and down.

“Careful, Molly might hear you,” said Ginny. Sylvie stopped hopping immediately as Hermione walked into the room. Hermione smiled at Sylvie warily as she grabbed a basket of clothes from the floor.

“Any laundry you want me to do?” she asked Ginny curiously. She shook her head and Hermione left. Ginny had seen less and less of the trio over the break. Ever since Sylvie came they stayed a little farther away. Ron had actually accused her of being a spy. He’d said Draco had just planted her there to find information about the order. Ginny knew the difference though.

“I don’t like her,” said Sylvie snuggling into Ginny’s lap.

“Who, Hermione?”

“Yeah… she doesn’t like me. I can tell. The boy with black hair doesn’t like me either,” She said laying her head on Ginny’s shoulder.

“Why do you think that?” asked Ginny squeezing her reassuringly. She was right though, Harry, Hermione and Ron all stayed clear of Sylvie. They didn’t have any trust for her. It was because she was a Malfoy.


“She’s a Malfoy Ginny,” said Harry pacing the living room. Hermione nodded in agreement as she sat on the sofa. “She’s Draco Malfoy’s brother!”

“He probably put her here to get information from us,” Said Hermione pulling Harry down beside her. There relationship had strengthened after the night Ginny found out about his cheating.

“No, I really don’t think he would do that,” said Ginny crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s his younger sister, wouldn’t you put me somewhere you thought was safe for me Ron?”

“Not at Malfoy’s!” said Ron raising his eyebrows in surprise.

“You just don’t get it guys,” exclaimed Ginny walking around. “He wants to protect her. I can tell!”

“How Ginny,” said Hermione leaning against Harry comfortably. “How would you possibly know?”

Ginny stood there, lost for words on what to say. She couldn’t tell them how she knew. She knew, because she’d been with Draco for a long time and she knew his feelings on the matter. Could she say that though? No… that was betrayal. She was with the enemy. “I just have a feeling. It doesn’t matter anyway, because she’s staying with me,”

“She can Ginny, but we won’t have anything to do with her,” said Harry standing up. He pulled at Hermione’s hand and she stood up beside him. The three left the room, Hermione tossing a sad glance over her shoulder on the way out.


“They don’t talk to me,” said Sylvie sadly. “That’s why I know they don’t like me.”

“They’re very busy people you know. They can’t help it if they have other stuff happening,” said Ginny stroking her hair softly. It reminded her of Draco’s.

“Everyone else is nice to me though Ginny,” she said sadly. Ginny tilted her head up so she could stare into the small child’s eyes. “Especially you, now I know why Draco likes you so much,”

Ginny sat in stunned silence as she watched the young girl crawl off her lap. Sylvie knew about her relationship with Draco. Was he really that trusting in his young sister? Sylvie was now playing with her dolls; she pulled out the little pieces of instruction papers and held them out to Ginny.

“I wanna change how the girl looks Ginny,” she said holding out the paper. Ginny shook her head and decided to think about it later.

“Sure what colour hair do you want her to have?” she asked.


“Auburn,” said Ginny. The small dancer’s hair changed to red and Ginny didn’t help notice that it was almost looking like her. Sylvie stared into Ginny’s eyes and smiled.

“I want her to have brown eyes like you Ginny,”

Ginny nodded and said the words. “What about the dress?”

“What’s your favourite colour Ginny?” asked the girl innocently. Ginny breathed in and out deeply.

“Gold,” she stated. The dress changed and Sylvie held it up for Ginny to stare at, it had moulded itself into the look of Ginny. Ginny only nodded though and smiled. Sylvie reached into the blue bag and pulled out the guy dancer. Its hair was dark brown. Soon Ginny had been asked to change the brown hair to blonde, the brown eyes were blue and his outfit was green.

“Will you watch them dance with me?” asked Sylvie setting them down on the table. Ginny nodded, dumbfounded as the small figures joined hands and twirled around, Sylvie periodically changed the dance and Ginny only watched.

“Why did you make them look like Draco and me, Sylvie?”

“You’re my favourite people, you really love me,” she exclaimed hugging Ginny’s waist. Ginny breathed deeply, eyes transfixed on the small figurines. “And besides, someday I want you and my bruver to get married so you can be my mommy Ginny.”

Ginny blinked, muttering something under her breath. She pushed the girl off her and said something about going to the bathroom. Walking down the hall, Ginny closed the doors behind her. She stared in the mirror and wondered just how much Draco had told his little sister. She seemed to know about them being together. Them dancing on that table looked scarily real and Ginny couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from the sight. What if Sylvie told someone?

Ginny splashed some cold water on her face, before going back to the room. Sylvie was still on the floor watching them dance in circles. “I have to pack Sylvie. I’m going back to school tomorrow,”

“Why? Draco always has to go to school and leave me, why do you have too?” she asked looking at her sadly.

“I’ll write you lots of letters,” said Ginny playing with the ring Draco gave her. Sylvie was watching it curiously.

“Draco gave you that didn’t he?” she asked. Ginny sighed as she slipped it back under her shirt.

“Yes he did,” she said trying not to show any emotion.

“You love my bruver don’t you?” said Sylvie leaving the dancers on the table. They were forgotten in the heat of the moment. Ginny was shocked, children weren’t supposed to understand anything about love. “He loves you too,”

“He does?” asked Ginny in shock. Sylvie nodded her head and sat up on Ginny’s lap again.

“He told me not to tell anyone, but I know he won’t mind if you know,” Ginny nodded her head and lifted the girl off her knee.

“Come on, let’s pack for school. Remember not to tell anyone Sylvie. Not a soul,”

Sylvie nodded mysteriously as she began helping Ginny pack for Hogwarts.


The train’s engine rumbled loudly as Ginny opened her compartment door. Jane was staring out the window, smiling and giggling to herself about something.

“Hey,” said Ginny sitting down.

“Hey Ginny!” exclaimed Jane pulling her into a tight hug. “How was your whole day without me?”

“Spooky,” said Ginny raising her eyebrows and widening her eyes.

“Why’s that?”

“Sylvie knows about me and-“

“You and who Ginny?” asked Hermione standing in the doorway. Her arms were crossed over her chest and the look in her eyes was as if she suspected something.

“Jane and I, she knows about something we are doing Hermione.” Said Ginny, she’s almost blown it. She couldn’t risk that. Hermione nodded and turned around.

“Careful Ginny,” she said walking down the halls, no doubt was there that she was on her duties.

“That was close!” exclaimed Jane smiling. Jane loved a little bit of trouble. Ginny shook her head and closed her eyes. It was going to be a long ride. Already she’d seen that Draco wasn’t there. It was, as she feared.

“He’s not here,” said Ginny trying to be happy. Jane nodded and patted Ginny’s shoulder.

“I’m sure he’s fine.”

Jane lied again.


That night as Ginny lay in her bed, she couldn’t help but think about him. About Draco. Wondering what he was doing was going to be the death of her. She knew nothing of what he was doing, and yet she almost suspected he wouldn’t be returning to school. Her heart would be broken if he couldn’t return. He was now her everything.

At least she had Sylvie.


“Bring to me, your sister,” Said Voldemort holding his hands up high.

“What is it you need her for?” asked Draco in fear. This was what he was afraid of.

“You dare to question what I ask of?” asked Voldemort lowering his hands. Draco shook his head and apparated. Standing in front of the burrow now, Draco looked at it and began to cry. His tears mixed with the softly falling rain and he walked to the front door. Knocking softly he waited for an answer.

The door opened slowly and Fred held his wand at Draco, “What do you want?”

“I need my sister back now,” he said without any emotion. This was exactly what he didn’t want to happen. Fred nodded as he called for Sylvie. Draco was surprised when he gave her a kiss on the cheek. He watched as her face lit up, she came running and flew into his arms. Kissing him and hugging his like she hadn’t seen him in years.

“Are you taking me home now Draco?” she asked cuddling into his strong arms.

“Not quite kiddo,” he said walking to the end of their gate. He brushed away her hair and kissed her forehead gently. “I love you alright, and I won’t let you get hurt,”

“What are you talking abou-“ she started to say, but they’d apparated.

They landed in the middle of a circle of Deatheaters. Sylvie immediately clung to Draco but she was torn away by the hands of another man. “Draco! Draco! I want my bruver!” she screamed at the man. He pointed his wand at her mouth and she was silenced.

“It’s not that I believe you are weak Draco, but I must make sure your duty is filled out completely. It you don’t kill the Weasley, then your sister will pay the price of your actions. She’s going to remain with me until you finish this.”

Draco nodded his head. What was he going to do now? He couldn’t kill Ginny. He was in love with her. If he didn’t though, then he would pay the ultimate price, his sister would die, and so would he. He had to choose, between the love of his life, and the sister that mattered to him more than anyone ever had before.

How could he choose?


Back at the burrow, the figures of two dancers continued to sway in one another’s arms. They spun around and around, for everything was easy to them. Their love was shown in the simplest of forms, but real love has to be fought for. Sometimes death is the only way to get it.

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