- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Ships:
- Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
- Genres:
- Alternate Universe Poem
- Era:
- Unspecified Era
- Stats:
-
Published: 07/26/2007Updated: 07/26/2007Words: 1,019Chapters: 1Hits: 448
The Malfoy Heir
Styx-Rubicon
- Story Summary:
- The heir of the fabulous Malfoy fortune falls in love with the lonely daughter of the Weasley clan. A retelling of "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes.
Chapter 01
- Posted:
- 07/26/2007
- Hits:
- 448
The wind was a torrent of darkness, among the barren trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed upon a cloudy sea.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the Malfoy heir came riding,
Riding, riding...
The Malfoy heir came riding, up to the Burrow door.
He'd a hat pulled low on his forehead, and a silver chain at his throat,
A cloak of midnight velvet, and robes of dark grey wool;
They fit with perfect creases, his boots were polished and fine!
And he flew with a subtle twinkle,
His silver chain a-twinkle...
His wand-hilt all a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.
Over the packed earth he hovered, and stopped in the darkened yard,
And he tapped with his wand on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He looked above to the window, and who should be waiting there?
But the Weasley's brown-eyed daughter,
Ginny, the only daughter...
Plaiting a dark grey love knot into her long red hair.
And dark in the old broom shed a loose door-picket creaked,
Where Harry Potter listened, his face was white and peaked;
His green eyes were alive with rage, black hair in disarray,
But he loved the Weasley's daughter,
The Weasley's red-haired daughter...
Sick at heart he listened, and heard the pureblood say-
"A kiss for me, my sweetheart, and I'll be free tonight,
But I will be back with a golden ring before the morning light;
If they force me into hiding and follow me through the day,
Then wait for me in the moonlight,
Watch for me in the moonlight...
I'll come for you in the moonlight, though Hell should bar the way.
He rose up right on the broomstick; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the window, his face burned like a brand,
As a thick red mane of perfume came tumbling over his face;
He kissed her mouth in the moonlight,
(Oh sweet kiss in the moonlight!)
The he turned his broom in the moonlight, and soared away to the east.
He did not come in the morning; he did not come at noon;
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A black-cloaked troop came lurking,
Lurking, lurking...
The Dark Lord's men came lurking, up to the Burrow door.
They cursed and bound the Weasleys, and locked them in the shed,
But they gagged their daughter and bound her; at the foot of her narrow bed;
Two then knelt at her window, wands ready at their sides,
And there was death at every window,
Hell at one dark window;
For she could see through the casement, the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up at attention, with many a nasty joke;
They bound her hands behind her, but forgot to take her wand,
"Now keep good watch," they told her
And she heard the dead man say -
Wait for me in the moonlight,
Watch for me in the moonlight,
I'll come for you in the moonlight, though Hell should bar the way!
She twisted her hands behind her, but all the cords held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers are wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold on the stroke of midnight,
Her fingers caught the handle; a wand at least was hers!
Her fingers touched the handle, and she strove no more for the rest.
Up, she stood at attention, the wand firm in her hand,
She could not risk them hearing, she would not strive again,
For the road lay bare in the moonlight,
Blank and bare in the moonlight,
And the blood in her veins in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.
A noise in the dark, had they heard it? A racing broom in the night.
Wind in a cloak in the distance, were they deaf they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The Malfoy heir came riding,
Riding, riding...
The Dark Lord's men stood ready! She stood up straight and still!
Wind in the frosty silence! A chain clink in the echoing night!
Near, he came and nearer, her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she clutched the precious wand,
Then scarlet sparks in the moonlight!
A curse rang out in the moonlight!
A green light flashed in the moonlight, and warned him - with her death.
Away, he soared to the east! He did not see who stood,
Bowed with her head in the window, her long hair red as blood.
Not till the dawn did he hear it, his face grew grey to hear --
How Ginny, the Weasley's daughter,
The Weasley's only daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back, he flew like a madman! Shrieking a curse the sky!
With the white road running behind him, and his wand brandished high!
Bright silver his hair in the golden noon; bright black was his velvet cloak,
And they cursed him dead on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a silver chain at his throat.
And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon a cloudy sea.
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
The Malfoy heir comes riding,
Riding, riding
The Malfoy heir comes riding up to the Burrow door,
Over the packed earth he hovers and stops in the darkened yard,
And he taps with his wand on the shutters, but all is locked and barred,
He looks above to the window, and who should be waiting there?
But the Weasley's brown-eyed daughter,
Ginny, the only daughter,
Plaiting a dark grey love knot into her long red hair...