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Chapter Eight ~ Silvery – Gray Eyes

Ginny Weasley sat inconspicuously in a back, hidden booth at the Leaky Cauldron. Luckily for her, Tom, the old owner, had passed away and some distant relative of his was now managing the place and they hadn’t recognized her. She was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a dark green t - shirt. She had spelled her hair to a dark brown color so her usual fiery, vibrant red hair didn’t stick out so much like a sore thumb, like the muggles liked to say. She yawned as she looked at her watch, the precise time on the letter that Jeff had given her for the assignment was drawing near and she had no idea who said assignment’s target was.

That alone was rare.

It was unusual for Jeff to give Ginny assignments where the target wasn’t given. It had happened once or twice but when the target had appeared, she knew exactly who they were.

She stretched as she looked around and she spotted a family. They were sitting at a table close to the entrance, talking excitedly to each other; a loving family of a father, mother and two little children. The children’s faces were flushed with excitement. 

Ginny felt envious for a moment, a tiny moment as she watched them. That could have been her; her with Draco and Amélie. They could have been happy together. Draco would have been an excellent father even though his own wasn’t much of a father figure.

“Thank God he’s locked up in Azkaban,” Ginny muttered in relief.

She stretched again as a something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Dark frizzy brown hair had just entered the Leaky Cauldron. As soon as Ginny recognized who it was, it took all over her not to get up and kill her in front of the entire place; not that her cheating, lying ex - best friend didn’t deserve to be murdered in front of everyone, Ginny thought bitterly.

Then Ginny saw him; him with his uncontrollable black hair and emerald green eyes. They couldn’t see her from where she was sitting but Ginny could see them and Hermione was smiling at Harry, her brown eyes sparkling as she rubbed her vaguely swollen belly and smiled radiantly at him.

Irrepressible fury rose up high in her chest and consumed her as she realized that Hermione was pregnant, pregnant with Harry Potter’s baby.

Then suddenly it dawned on her, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the letter from Jeff.

“The burn will return. This is your assignment. The explanation will be given to you after the assignment is completed.”

She now knew who the victim, or rather, victims were.

She bit her lip as she stood from her booth. Harry and Hermione were making their way to the entrance to Diagon Alley. Ginny smirked as she followed them. As they stepped in the empty area, Ginny a few steps behind them, Harry looked back to say something to Hermione. He froze as he saw Ginny; the magic of her disguise disappearing, revealing her fiery red hair to everyone.

“Harry…?” Hermione asked then turned to look behind her when he didn’t answer and continued to look behind her.

Hermione gasped softly when she noticed Ginny standing behind them.

“Ginny!” Harry cried out. “Where have you been? Everyone thought you were dead.”

“Well, I’ve been here and there.” Ginny smiled at the pair.

Hermione gulped and nervously a hand shot up to run through her hair, her wedding band sparkling in the light.

Ginny’s eyes widened with mock surprise. “You married? How lovely! I can see you are expecting as well. Congratulations, is this your first? Harry, tell me, how can you even be certain that it’s yours? Hermione is a cheater, isn’t she?” Ginny asked to which the couple shifted uneasily. She continued, “Blimey, Hermione, how can you be certain he isn’t shagging your best friend while your body is…well, not at its best while you’re pregnant? But anyway, children are great. I actually have a daughter. Her name is Amélie. She’s seventeen and a blessing. She’s just like her father.” Ginny smiled as she thought about her daughter.

Hermione looked over at Harry and Ginny could see the uncertainty and doubt in her eyes. Ginny smiled as she looked around and realized that they were alone.

“It’s hard to keep a marriage going well when there are so many bloody lies between the two.” Ginny shrugged and then sighed deeply as if the idea of marriage was so tough.

“Ginny, maybe – ” Harry started to say but Ginny cut him off.

“Oh no, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, I must be going. I reckon you all have places to go, people to see or shag. Hah, well I’ve got to run. I have people waiting for me.” Ginny smiled innocently at them and then rushed over to the wall, tapped it accordingly and then disappeared through the wall.

Moments later, deep in a back alley of Knockturn Alley, Hermione, Harry and their unborn child’s bodies were found dead, blank, lifeless eyes wide open.

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Ginny Weasley smiled happily as she made her way to the hotel that she was sharing with Amélie. She hadn’t felt so happy, clear and peacefully in over seventeen years. Or, maybe she had; she thought as she remembered her time with Draco. She bit her lip as tears filled her eyes. She quickly brushed them away with the sleeve of her shirt as she blinked herself into their hotel room.

Ginny looked around the hotel room and knew that she needed to get out of England. Draco’s memory was taking over her and she couldn’t have that. She couldn’t allow it. She pushed her thoughts aside and grabbed a piece of parchment.

Amélie,

I headed back home. This place is filled with too many memories. As soon as you finish your assignment, come back home and tell me all about it. Apparate here or floo, I’ll keep the fireplace open.

I love you.

Mum

Ginny grabbed her things and decided to blink herself home; her safe home in New York City where she didn’t see her past, her mistakes or the life she could have been living. At least she hadn’t run into Draco; Ginny thought as she closed her eyes and left England.

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“For the love of Merlin, where the freaking hell is this damn place?” Amélie growled as she looked around the buildings.

They all looked the same. Angrily, Amélie stomped her foot against the ground and imagined it was the clueless muggle’s head that she was looking for.

Who would have thought that London would be so complicated to navigate? Amélie thought as she looked at a building.

At that moment  a tall, thin blond woman hurried by her and she immediately ran to her, “excuse me, excuse me! I’m sorry but can you tell where this is?” Amélie asked.

The woman’s eyes widened as she looked at Amélie.

Amélie frowned as she watched the woman. She was an older lady, much older than her mother. Her hair was so blond it was almost white and her pale skin made her blue eyes stand out.

“Do you know me?” Amélie asked in confusion.

“Oh, no, there is no way that we know each other.” The woman smiled nervously at her but Amélie figured that her words were more to assure the woman herself then to answer Amélie’s question.

“If you say so,” Amélie shrugged as she rolled her eyes. “But can you help me?”

“Yes, I certainly can. That address is for that building,” the woman said pointing to the building right in front of Amélie.

“Un-freaking-believable!” Amélie hissed. “Why is this damn country so hard to figure out?” She huffed. “Anyway, thank you for your help, miss.” Amélie thanked her. Her mom would murder her if she forgot her manners.

The woman didn’t respond as she stared wide – eyed at Amélie as she walked towards the building the woman had pointed her to.

~.~.~

It was impossible; it was impossible that that redheaded girl had those silvery – gray eyes. The only people known to have that shade of eyes were her husband and her son. Knowing that her husband was happily, to her at least, locked away in Azkaban and couldn’t get out and that her son didn’t have some secret love child out in the world, confused Narcissa even more; it made absolutely no sense to her but it was true.

That redheaded girl had the Malfoy family’s silvery – gray eyes.

She needed to find Draco and they need to have a seriously important conversation; Narcissa thought as she walked into a dark alleyway and apparated herself to Draco’s apartment.

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“Forty – one F, forty – two F, forty – three F, forty – four F, forty – five – ah, finally!” Amélie sighed as she came up to the door that she had been searching for over five hours for. She stood in front of the door and wondered if she should knock or just magically let herself in.

Amélie figured that knocking would be the best bet considering that the man was secretly gathering information from an unknown wizard. She sighed and knocked lightly; as she did that, the door open slowly.

The hairs on the back of Amélie’s neck stood up immediately and she ducked just in time as a green flash of light shot where she just stood.

Whoever it was had just tried to kill her! Amélie thought in shock.

“Stupefy!” She thought silently as a flash of red shot from her wand from the voiceless command. She knew she couldn’t kill the person; she had to bring them in for questioning.

Silence filled the hotel room and Amélie quickly knew that whoever it had been was no longer here. She sighed as she stood up and held her wand out in front of her. There would be no more surprises, of that she was sure.

For the next half an hour, Amélie searched the apartment. Nothing came up, she didn’t learn a thing more than she had already known.

“Crap,” she muttered as sat on the floor. She needed to find something. Anything would do, really. Angrily she threw a pillow that was lying on the floor next to her against the wall. As soon as the pillow hit the wall, the bookshelf behind her crashed to the floor.

Amélie jumped in surprise. She hadn’t touched the bookshelf, she hadn’t even been leaning against it. She looked at it with suspicion until she caught sight of a paper sort of thing with Daily Prophet as the heading. Amélie remembered Ginny saying a time or two that that was the newspaper around here.

There was an article on the front page titled “The prisoners of Azkaban”. Amélie didn’t need to read the article because on the front page was a picture of a man that had a striking resemblance to her father, Draco Malfoy. She looked under the picture for a name.

Lucius Malfoy pictured above is to serve a life sentence in Azkaban for his ties to Lord Voldemort and his crimes against magical and muggle folk alike.

Amélie shivered as a feeling of foreboding shot through her body. Then she noticed two different prints of handwriting by the picture.

The neatest handwriting said: Must free somehow.

The other said: Will help put plan in motion.

Amélie knew this had something to do with what was happening and it all had to do with her paternal grandfather. She gulped as she continued to stare at the picture of the crazed man; his silvery – gray eyes, so much like hers, unsettled her.

A crashing noise frightened her and she turned around to see books scattered all around the room. Another bookshelf had fallen. Amélie had no idea how such a thing had happened but one thing she had learned was that there was no such thing as coincidence.

Amélie took that as a sign for her to leave. She bunched up the paper and stuffed it into her back pocket then clenched her wand in her hand. She ran to the closed door and looked through the peephole.

Empty, Amélie thought as she sighed and opened the door quickly.

She took a step out and then froze; eyes widened as she looked at the figure in front of her.

Silvery – gray eyes met silvery – gray eyes.

Both stared at the other; only a foot or so in between them. Shock and fear filled Amélie as she stared at the man in front of her.

“Red…?”

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