Finding Color

Part Nine

Ginny opened her eyes and looked at the Chief Warlock. "I say publicly reprimand her. Give her a monetary fine and a certain time period of community service helping those whose homes and lives were destroyed by the war and by the Dark Lord who she believed would save her son's love for his mother."

"You have only circumstantial evidence pointing to her guilt as a Death Eater and you have a well respected member of our community," Lucius gestured to Ginny, "who testifies of her innocence. I agree with her proposed sentence."

The Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot nodded his head slowly. "Very well. We will reconvene in half an hour for sentencing. The Wizengamot will deliberate and return with a verdict."

As the Wizengamot filed out Ginny smiled to Lucius before leaving the courtroom herself. She walked to the waiting area where her family was waiting. The hallway that led to where she was going was filled with twists and turns as it wound past other courtrooms.

Ginny navigated the hallway as perfectly as if she had working eyes, and was pleased to see that Charlie and Bill, who had been sent by Molly to guide their poor blind sister because she couldn't see any more, followed along behind her. First they followed with their hands carefully out so they could rush forward if she began to run into anything. Then they followed in disbelief because not only did Ginny never head towards the walls, but she also turned the corner without needing to be told.

She was blind; Bill and Charlie knew that because the doctor had confirmed it. But the way she walked so unerringly towards wherever she was going convinced both of her brothers that, even if her eyes weren't working, she still had some semblance of sight.

Ginny's hand unerringly reached for the doorknob and she pulled open the door and walked into the waiting room.

Ginny walked directly up to her mother before the older woman could say anything and sighed.

"Mum, you need to stop," Ginny said softly. "I know you're only trying to take care of me, but micromanaging my life just because you think I'm helpless is getting very annoying."

"You're blind!" Molly gasped. "You need my help, poor baby."

"This is why I didn't tell you sooner," Ginny snapped. "My fifth year in school is when I lost my sight. Almost two years ago," Ginny explained. "And I didn't tell you because I didn't want to be wrapped up in padding and put into a padded room where nothing could hurt me. I am fine on my own."

Ginny sat down in midair and used her magic to make a chair materialize underneath her.

"How did you do that?" McGonagall asked.

"Compared to me, you lot are blind," Ginny explained as the chair grew and became a couch. Draco walked into the room a second later and joined Ginny.

"Everything has magic inside of it. Wizards and witches have the ability to manipulate the magic inside of us, which is what sets us apart from Muggles," Ginny explained as McGonagall's old, wrinkled face came into focus.

"Yes, I know that," McGonagall said impatiently. "That's basic magical theory."

"Normal wizards and witches use a wand for magic. The wand is able to connect to the magic inside the witch or wizard and expel it outward. The intent to which that expelled magic is focused on connects with the magic of another being." Ginny pointed to the chair across the room. "You could use your wand to change that chair into a desk.

"I can see the magic in everything when my eyes are closed," Ginny finished. "Since I can see the magic inside myself, I don't need a wand to connect with it. I touch my magic and use it to influence the magic of another being." She waved her hand dramatically and the chair became a desk.

"You could do anything with that," McGonagall gasped. "Unlimited power!"

"I'm not a god," Ginny laughed. "I have a limited amount of magic inside of me and it is still the intent to which I put that magic that influences things around me. What you do with a wand, I can do without, but what you can't do with a wand, I can't do either. I can't bring the dead back to life or cure blindness," She gripped Draco's hand as she said the last.

Draco bent over and kissed the top of her head gently. He stood and held a hand out to Ginny.

"The Wizengamot is reconvening," he said to everyone in the room. He and Ginny led the way back down the twisting hallway to the courtroom.

Draco and Ginny went to Narcissa's side as the Wizengamot filed back into their seats. Draco bent down and kissed his mother's cheek and nodded politely to his father.

The Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot stood and cleared his throat. He held a scroll in his hands that no doubt had Narcissa's sentence on it, but he didn't unroll it just yet.

"Mr. Draco Malfoy," he said coldly. "I could have you debarred from this hearing entirely for entering so late. Please move to a seat with the rest of the spectators."

"I'm family," Draco snapped. "I have every right to be here."

"You should have been here at the start of the trial!" the Chief Warlock snapped. "Remove yourself from this courtroom or I will have you removed."

Draco sighed, annoyed. "Just because the goblins in Gringotts take forever is no reason to keep me from my mother's trial," Draco hissed.

"What does that have to do with anything? Leave, now!" the Warlock snarled.

Narcissa Malfoy gasped and whimpered. "No, I won't allow it!" she yelled.

"You are the accused and have no say in this courtroom!" the Warlock yelled back, spittle flying from his mouth as his anger escalated.

"You are not marrying her, Draco!" Narcissa continued, ignoring the Chief Warlock. "You are not allowed to marry her!"

"Marriage?" Molly Weasley snapped as she stood in her seat in the stands. "My Ginny marrying a Malfoy? Impossible!"

"They're engaged you stupid woman!" Narcissa snapped at Molly. "I tried to stop them and that's why I'm here right now!"

"Ginny having a short relationship with your son, I can allow. But you are not to marry him, Ginny! We'll talk about this when you return to the hospital!"

"Damn it," Ginny sighed. She looked at Draco who was grimacing for letting the cat out of the bag. He didn't know how his mother had known that him going to Gringotts meant he had gotten the family ring that was now in his pocket out of the vault. He shrugged helplessly to Ginny and hoped that after all this insanity was over she would still accept the ring.

The two mothers continued to bicker, although if they ever stopped to listen to themselves, they might have realized they were on the same side of the argument: completely against the marriage of their children.

"That's enough!" the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot screamed. "Silence!"

Narcissa and Molly sniffed coldly at each other before turning and glaring at the Chief Warlock.

Once there was silence the Warlock continued. "Well," he snapped. "Since it seems that the impending marriage between Draco Malfoy and Ginevra Weasley is the focus of the issue here, let me alleviate your problems."

He turned to where Draco and Ginny were standing together, hand in hand, and gave them both a hard look.

"Draco Malfoy, are you willing to marry this girl?"

"Yes," Draco answered convincingly. He wasn't sure where this conversation was going, but he did know that he loved Ginny.

"Wonderful," the Warlock snapped. "Ginevra Weasley, are you willing to marry this boy?"

"Yes," Ginny replied with the same amount of conviction as Draco.

"Then, in front of all these witnesses and with the power invested in me as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Kiss so we can get on with the trial."

Molly Weasley fainted and Narcissa Malfoy savagely bruised herself trying to break free of her chains to attack someone, either Ginny or the Chief Warlock, no one was sure, and had to be sedated.

But none of that mattered because Ginevra Molly Malfoy nee Weasley was in her husband's arms getting the best snog of her life.