Finding Color

Part Five

"Arthur!" Molly screamed. Everyone in the vicinity came running and saw the floating letter.

The letter slowly returned to the table and the quill rose into the air instead. The quill dipped itself in the inkbottle that opened itself before writing on the bottom of the parchment.

"I am fine," the quill wrote. "I am healthy, safe, and in a sane mind. Please don't worry over me."

The quill returned to the table.

"Impossible," Moody snapped. "There is no way someone not in this room right now could have done this."

"It is possible," the words said as they appeared on the bottom of the parchment without the aid of ink or a quill. "I can easily manipulate all that I cannot see just as easily as you manipulate all that you can see. Defeat Voldemort and I will explain more—if you are willing to listen."

A glow faded from the letter and everyone somehow knew she was gone. Molly clutched the letter to her chest and sobbed.

Moody reached for the letter Ginny had sent and handed it to a Weasley who was not crying to open.

The letter read:

Voldemort: Riddle House, Little Hangleton

Ginny had found the final bit of information they needed in order to end the war.

Moody read the letter over and nodded. "We take out Lestrange this weekend to get rid of a couple more Death Eaters and then we attack. Gather everyone, we need to start planning now."

III

"Ginny," Draco read from the floating letter Ginny had conjured. She had felt the intent of the letter and called a copy of it to her. She couldn't read it from the kitchen in the Burrow, her magic still couldn't discern letters or colors, but she could bring it here for Draco to read to her.

"We don't know if you will be able to get this letter or if writing this is pointless. We just want to know how you are, dear. Everyone is worried over your health and it would make us feel a lot better to know that you weren't in any danger."

Draco scoffed and brushed his fingers through the image, dissipating it. "The rest of the letter is the same stuff. They're worried that you're killing yourself to get this information."

Ginny sighed. "They would worry about that. Alright..." She bit her lip and concentrated on her magic. She formed the letters in her mind and traced them onto the bottom of the parchment back in the Burrow, hoping that she was tracing them correctly because she couldn't see what she was writing beyond the fact that it was with ink.

"Impossible!" echoed through the study. Ginny grimaced and concentrated on forming the letters needed to reply to Moody. She didn't realize that the quill was gone, only that the ink was forming where she needed it.

Draco stood next to her and held her hand. Ginny's magic melded with Draco's so he could watch what she did with her magic. He couldn't help marveling at the sheer control she had over the powers that surrounded them.

Draco looked away from Ginny for a moment and looked at everything surrounding them instead. Everything had magic in it. His desk chair, the candle, even he himself were all filled with magic.

Maybe... He reached out with the pool of magic he felt inside himself and touched the candle. The flame flared and ate the wax at a much faster speed as his magic fed the magic in the fire. It was beautiful.

He slowly withdrew from the candle and focused back on Ginny. This was how she saw everything; pools of magic filling existing shapes. She didn't see a chair and know it was a chair, she saw the magic filling that shape of a chair. Now that Draco knew how to do this form of magic he thought that with practice he should be able to do it without Ginny's aid.

"What is going on here?" Narcissa Malfoy snapped from the doorway. "I go to speak with my son and I find disembodied voices and candles bursting into flame. How could you influence my son so badly!" she snarled at Ginny. "I will have you from my house, Dark Lord's orders regardless, if you harm Draco."

Ginny laughed. "Jealousy is unbecoming in a woman your age," she answered.

Draco choked and quickly backed away from both women. He didn't want to be in the middle of the fight that was about to ensue.

"How dare you!" Narcissa growled. "He is my son and I will not have some hussy filling his mind with filth."

"He is your son and he will always be your son," Ginny agreed. "But he is old enough to make his own decisions and mistakes; he is long past old enough. All you are doing is trying to keep his little baby hands tangled in your motherly skirts for fear of the outside world. It's time to let him go out and live his own life. If that life happens to include me, then as his mother you should support us."

Narcissa sniffed. "Parkinson was not right for him; I made him see that eventually. He will see that you are not right for him soon enough!"

She swept out of the room without even a peck for her son's cheek, intent on finding Lucius and bringing up the idea of marriage to Astoria Greengrass again.

It shocked her to no end when Lucius flatly said no. How dare that girl steal not only her son, but her husband as well! Narcissa would see her pay even if she had to go to the Dark Lord himself for vengeance.

"There's nothing more to give them," Ginny sighed once Narcissa was gone from the room. "The Order now has every scrap of information we have and it's up to them what to do with it."

"So what do we do now?" Draco asked as he led Ginny to the couch in his sitting room.

"I don't know," Ginny sighed. "I would like to go home, but I won't without you and I can't without ensuring your family's safety as well. I promised your father that much at least.

"So stay with me," Draco said as he gently threw his arm over her shoulder and drew her into his chest. "I love you, Ginny, and would really like it if you would spend the rest of your life with me."

"Are you asking me to marry you, Draco?" Ginny asked as she looked up into his clear grey eyes to gauge his emotions.

Draco nodded. "I don't have a ring right now. It's in Gringotts so I can get to it as soon as the war's over.

Ginny looked at him solemnly. "When you have the ring, ask me again. I'll say yes then too."

Draco smiled and drew her into a kiss.

III

The Order captured Rabastan Lestrange. It certainly wasn't easy, as the old Death Eater had prepared for an ambush of sorts after seeing so many similar Death Eater raids fall to ruin. But Charlie would regain use of his left arm eventually and Rabastan unhappily inhabited the cell right next to his brother Rodolphus in the Order-hidden prison. The empty cell nearby that was saved for the last Lestrange, Bellatrix, would not remain empty for long if the Order had their way.

Once the captured Death Eaters had been safely put away and the injured Order members were under hospital care, the Order gathered together to begin planning their final attack against Lord Voldemort.

Far away from the Burrow, Narcissa Malfoy pulled on her traveling cloak with a snarl on her face. Draco had announced his intentions to marry the Weasley girl at dinner that night when he had asked Lucius for the key to the vault the ring was kept in.

Narcissa would have none of it. She had removed herself from dinner with a snarl and was now heading towards Little Hangleton to have a discussion with the Dark Lord about her theory that Ginny Weasley was the reason why so many recent Death Eater plans had been foiled.

The dirty spy would be dead and Draco would be hers again.

A.N. Thanks so much to all my reviewers. I appreciate every comment, particularly the ones about Narcissa because she's clearly the main antagonist and your comments let me know I was writing her correctly.

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