Throughout Infinity

"During which time Melanie fell in love with Father that came to her at night. Soon she bore him a daughter, Me. you're father eventually found out that what she was doing and ordered her away from Father at which time he took me. That about leads up to now."

Mrs. Weasley opened and closed her mouth. "So my children and you're Draco are... cousins.... Oh dear that just won't do. They don't get along!" Narcissa frowned, They will have to.

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Draco pushed up to the surface of the pond and saw Righteous and Arthur standing side by side. Draco was jealous that the two could be together while Ginny was still under a sleep spell keeping her body intact. He growled now completely soaked and away from Ginny. "Aren't you suppose to be the sleeping king?"

Arthur smiled. "I live to serve the one how saved my life. Until I repay my debt to the First Dragon through you I can not sleep." He silently remembered the dream he had before he woke, Protect my child with your life for in him I reside.

Draco stepped out of the pond; "Didn't this First Dragon ever have a name?" First Dragon this... Child of the Dragon that. I am NOT the Child.

Arthur looked a Righteous and she just shrugged. "I suppose The First One would know it." She looked him with soft sorry eyes as if trying to tell him something.

Draco was now suddenly full of questions. "Why do you believe me still the Child of the Dragon. He did not rise, now that the orb is crack and broken he will not rise." I'm not the Child but you have given me Ginny. For that I owe you.

Righteous frowned. "In return for your debt you will go back to your home. Bury the orb or cast it away. No one must know where it is. When you have succeeded in that your debt is done. I believe you still Child of the Dragon for you are. His power radiates from you. Draco, Dragon, Grandson of the Great Dumbledore you must believe in yourself."

Draco laughed. "Dumbledore isn't my Grandfather. Well, Whatever, How did The First One become the first one if she wasn't of Avalon?" Why was she the first? Why don't we rhyme like her anymore? Why can't everyone be special like us? I am the Child of the Dragon, Ginny is the last of the Vari Elf, Harry is the heir of Gryffindor and posses true heroism, Hermione is descendent of Ravenclaw, we believe, her intelligence proves it, and Ron is the only true dream linker among us.

Righteous sighed. "So many questions. Very well, The First One had the incredible ability to feel magic, She felt Puck, and She trapped him and asked him for his powers. She was the first because her special ability. You no longer rhyme because it is inconvenient to the way you humans do things, in doing so you lost much of the power the rhyme gave you.

"You and your friends are special, of all The First One's children none possesses the special powers she had. Of course generations later four great magic makers popped out, one with the power to shape shift, one with unique heroic ability, one with dangerous intelligence, and the finally with the ability to speak like the snakes. Those were the trademarks the four were known for but they had other powers.

"Their children were granted the same gifts and eventually became out numbered and the powers dimmed and faded only to appear every few generations in the selected few that would reach greatness, You Draco, Dragon, Child of the Dragon, are one of them," she said her eyes gleaming.

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"Well, I'm glad for the stay and the teaching. I must go now, " Draco said after staying the day he promised. Arthur was already showing signs of being the Sleeping King. Righteous held him up now as he yawned tiredly. Draco laughed at the sight of the hero who was once the great King of them all. "Draco. I have a gift for you. Mind you that this gift is temporary and must be returned, but you can have it for a time. I feel that you will need it." Arthur said taking his might sword from its scabbard.

Draco let his mouth fall opening thinking the sword was going to be handed over. His smile faded when Arthur untied the scabbard and handed it to Draco. "Draco, I give the the mighty scabbard that has saved my live several times." Draco looked upon the object making a fake smile. "Thank you..."

Arthur frowned. "Young Draco. That scabbard will save your life from any wound you receive, just keep it on your body." Draco knew this; he knew the entire legend, secretly in love with the legendary Lady Gwynevere when he was six, he read up on every legend that Arthur and his wife were in.

Righteous seemed startled. "I understand it now! Draco, You are the current Arthur!" Draco snorted but Righteous glared. "You do not understand. Each Good will spawn an equal evil, later in the lineage. Each evil shall mirror itself in a good one born by them later. Never directly, You are the opposite of Arthur in every way," Righteous paused hearing Draco's thoughts. "no, I'm certain the people will not hate you... as for someone taking your Gwynevere, I have no answer for your beloved Ginny there."

Draco frowned tying the scabbard to his belt and stepped into the water surrounding the isle. "Nemu! I Child of the Dragon call thee, Come take me across the lake to my home again!" The water woman appeared from the water smiling with a wave of her arm Draco was again encased in an aqua bubble. "I'll call you when I need you Merlin!" Draco shouted as he darted under the water.

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Harry threw his cloak on the floor as he walked into his apartment. It was cold and dark without light. Harry didn't make any motion to bring light into his mood. He wanted to feel the bleakness of the situation. Even if it was wrong something Dumbledore said to him once bugged him, Sometimes a person does something they know is wrong because they can't stop themselves, it's so right to them at that moment, they promise themselves never to regret it, yet they do.

Harry slumped up to the counter and poured himself a tall glass of vodka. He didn't remember how he managed to down the drink in one gulp but he did and it went straight to his head. He let the glass fall and shatter. An ironic smile crossed his face; "Nothing is perfect even Camelot. In the light there is always a shadow."

The sight of Hermione lying motionless in a bed flooded Harry's mind. He collapsed to his knee tears coming to his eyes, Why did I always have to be a hero! Why can't someone else take the responsibility? Easy, They fuck up! For instance Draco, He is the Child of the Dragon yet he failed and now even when I die my child will have to fight Voldemort. It's not fair. When I don't do the job it doesn't get done right!

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Ginny opened her eyes as she looked up to the white ceiling of the infirmary. She sat up and looked around, Hermione. She lay her eyes open blinking in the bed next to Ginny. "Harry?" Ginny laughed, That's the first thing out of her mouth. Should I feel hurt? No, if I read your memory right Draco is whom you should worry about if he speaks another person's name. Fair, Well let us catch up on things. I don't sense Tom. He's probably waiting for us to drop our guard. We won't.

Ginny jumped out of bed forcing her tired legs to work, When is the last time I put these things to work. Oh hush Ginny you barely have moved since... maybe yesterday. You shouldn't be that tired. True, well then help me walk! She walked over to Hermione smiling. "No, But I'm sure he'll show up soon."

Hermione smiled softly. "Ginny. You're okay. That's great! Where's everyone?" Ginny again looked around. She gasped at the sight of Madam Pomfrey's hand poking in from under the curtain. God, No! Let her be okay. Let it just be a faint spell. I don't want to fight anything else! You know better then that. Fate gives you what you don't want.

Ginny threw the curtain open and screamed. Madam Pomfrey was unconscious. Her face was covered in blood and her wrist was cut open. Ginny let me think! Stop panicking! All right, hurry. I wish the meld didn't take so long!

With trembling hands Ginny reached down to Madam Pomfrey's wrist and began long old incantations. Closing her eyes she willed the veins to come together connecting the blood once again. The wound healed quickly and Ginny then touched each temple and back to force Madam Pomfrey to wake up.

Eyes fluttering open she looked baffled at Ginny. "How did you get up?" Ginny frowned; She doesn't remember a thing. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm sure I erased some of her short-term memory. It will eventually come back when she forces herself to remember but for now she's useless to try and find out who attacked her. It's okay. We'd better get home. Yes, I have one now. I'll be looking forward to Draco... You hush up! Hands off of him! Ginny, We have to share him. You already started it. Sorry. I'm not regretting it. Don't worry.

Ginny smiled. "I don't know I just woke up. Can I go home?"
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Ginny was instantly sent to Malfoy Manor, Madam Pomfrey wouldn't say why. Soon Ginny was standing in the sitting room of Malfoy Manor waiting for Dumbledore to come in. My Draco does live nice. I can't wait till you marry him. Hey I like him not his money! I know I was just joking. You know I really wished I still had my body. We could have been great friends. No, Don't start with the what if's we're becoming the best friends! We really are. But soon we will only be a friend; soon it won't be two. I know, don't remind me. Ginny... Yes? I'm scared. I know. What do you want me to do? Make me forget. Make me feel whole, be I already. I can't stand this being half of something and half not.

"Ginny, Ginny, What's wrong with you!" Fred's voice hissed. She looked up at her brother, Fred, Why did he look so different now? His hair! That's it, it's his red hair trimmed and tamed, Which looks wrong on him. My children should be wild and tamed. He looks like a caged animal!

"Shut up you! That's just rude!" Ginny said without realizing it. She gasped looking up at her brother's face suddenly twisted up in pain. Ginny was suddenly scared. "What's wrong Fred!"

George appeared out of nowhere, he looked sleepless. "Dumbledore's waiting for you in the next room. What's with the head trinket?" Ginny wrapped her fingers around the white rock floating around her hand, the bone crown! Ginny it's happening! That meld is almost complete! Your assimilation is finally coming into effect!

Ginny quickly hurried off into the next room trying to block the voice out of her mind. It had seemed like such a good idea when I did it! Why does it hurt when I look at Fred and George? I don't want them to hate me. They won't. STAY OUT OF MY THOUGHTS! I can't I am becoming too much of one. I... I am mad at myself... Why? Why? The meld you idiot! You're finally one. Now when is Draco getting here so I can see if he's wearing gold boxers... maybe even briefs.

Pushing through large oak doors. There in the study was Dumbledore sitting on the desk, a lady whom Ginny was sure was Draco's mother on a large comfy chair, Ginny's mother was sitting in one right across from Draco's mother, and Ginny's father behind her. "Ginny, We've been waiting for you to wake. How is Tom...? Stallion?" Dumbledore said pushing Ginny's emotional buttons.

Mrs. Weasley watched as her daughter broken down and fell to the floor crying. "Tom, I don't know. We are fine."

Mrs. Weasley frowned. "Ginny, Please I didn't raise you to speak improperly." I don't like this little joke of hers. She knows very well how to speak. This incorrect grammar will just not do. One does not speak of himself or herself as we.

Ginny pushed Mrs. Weasley back. "NO! Me! I am Stallion. I am Ginny. I am Stallion AND Ginny! We are one. I'm sorry I didn't ask you, but, but I couldn't just leave her there! It was my fault she doesn't have a body!" This that really the reason! Why do I felt ashamed and angry with myself? FOCUS!

Dumbledore frowned. "Arthur, please tell her the straight facts, I'm sure she is in no mood for stories."

Ginny looked up at her suddenly nervous father. He squeezed the chair tight between his hands and even put holes into the leather chair, Narcissa didn't seem to care, Probably has six thousand chairs just like it! Ginny thought. Arthur cleared his throat. "Ms Narcissa... Well she is your mother's half sister. You and Draco Malfoy are cousins."

Ginny felts the frog suddenly appeared in her throat as tears stung her eyes. "NO!" She screamed as she jumped up to her feet wobbled and fell back down. She kicked and screamed like a child of three. No one knew why, of course, for once that included Dumbledore too.

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Draco walked up the hallway feeling like he was carrying the weight of the Lake that guarded Avalon on his back. She can't be. He looked at all the portraits running around, Mad Duke was after the Fairy Queen again, as Oberon came out of nowhere waving some strange object towards the Duke. Duke quickly ran off screaming. Normally Draco would have laughed, but not now.

He came to the door with the carved snake in it. Branches were etched all over the oak wood. The snake coiled itself around the nice perfectly shaped apple and seemed to be speaking to the nude woman below him. Adam and Eve, She sinned, and he sinned for her. Draco's head was pounding as his fingers wrapped around the doorknob. Something Dumbledore had told him moments before echoed in his mind, Sometimes a person does something they know is wrong because they can't stop themselves, it's so right to them at that moment, they promise themselves never to regret it, yet they do.

He swung the door open. It was one of the many guestrooms to the Manor. There in the bed was a figure curled in white, black, and red. He saw Ginny's naked shoulders as she buried her face into a beautiful white teddy bear wearing a leather vest. The bed sheets hid her naked body, Draco was angry by this. He strode across the room. Grabbing a fist full of her hair he pulled her head back and forced her to look at him.

He saw her brown eyes staring back at him with fear yet desire. Pushing his mouth against hers he administered a harsh demanding kiss that hurt Ginny, yet that made her enjoy it all the more! Draco slipped his arms around her body forcing her to drop the bear to her side. He growled as he pushed Ginny down and himself on top of her. Suddenly Righteous' voice cleared his fuzzy lust filled mind; I have no answer for your beloved Ginny there.

He snarled angrily pulling back and away from her completely. She looked up at him confused now tied up in the sheets. He forced a cool debonair smile, just like the old Draco used to. "Good night Cousin."