Ginger Malfoy

Asa Emerald Malfoy

Ginger's dreams were haunted that night by the fear the book placed in her.  

She was sitting on a cold stone floor, looking into a tall glass mirror, the frame speckled with lapis lazuli and other gems of great value.  In the center was a great emerald, and the green stone seemed to be calling to her.

Come to the mirror.  Look into the glass.  What do you see, little Malfoy?

She obeyed the emerald and stepped towards the mirror.  Her reflection shimmered and changed.  Her red hair shimmered and glowed until she had silvery blonde hair like her father's.  Her few freckles faded and disappeared.  Her fiery cheeks and lips paled until her skin was a soft white like her dad's.  She grew shorter.  All the muscles she had gained as a Quidditch player softened until she was just thin and delicate.  Her Hogwarts robes shifted and changed until she was wearing a silver gown that looked suspiciously like a wedding dress.  She grew taller again, and she saw herself grow and change.  Her curves filled out and her face grew more mature-looking.  When she looked to be about the age of twenty or so, the scene around her began to change.

She was in a small church.  She stood at the front in her lovely gown, a silver tiara, and some glass high-heeled slippers.  She glanced behind her to see who was present at her apparent wedding.  Her father sat in the front row with a lovely brunette woman.  The woman looked very happy.  Her brown eyes lit up and she laughed happily.  Her teeth were white and even.  She clutched Draco's hand desperately, as if he would disappear if she let go.

Ginger looked at her father.  He looked a bit older than she knew him to be, but otherwise he looked about the same.  There was something about him that was different, however.  He looked more tired.  Sadder.  Well, not really sad.  He looked unsatisfied.  He wasn't sad, but he definitely wasn't happy.  His eyes didn't have the same mischievous sparkle that they usually did.  Ginger looked at the woman sitting next to him and realized that she didn't challenge him enough.  She was beautiful, yes, but she was boring.  She seemed to care about glamour and her happy home life than anything else.  Ginger knew that her dad needed someone who could give him excitement and adventures.  That was why he had married Ginny.  Ginger had been told that a million times.

She saw a teenage boy sitting next to her father.  He was very attractive, with his blonde hair and square jaw.  He was frowning, and his eyes called to Ginger, as if to warn her.  This must be Scorpius.  She remembered his page in the book that said his mum was called Astoria.  That must be the brunette woman.

The man who Ginger was supposed to marry was tall, dark, and lean.  He was gorgeous, but Ginger got the feeling that even in reality, she wasn't supposed to know who this man was.  She sensed an arranged marriage.  No wonder her dad looked so unhappy.

The minister opened his book.  

"Do you, Evan Rosier the Third, take Asa Emerald Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"And do you, Asa, take Evan to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"My name isn't Asa.  My name is Ginger Andromeda Malfoy," Ginger looked to her father as she said this and his expression lightened.  He furrowed his brow as if remembering something.  

"And I DO NOT take his hand in marriage."

Ginger threw down her tiara and ran out of the church, savoring the look on Astoria's face.  Her mother's face.

The scene changed when Ginger's tiara clanged on the ground.  She was no longer wearing her dress.  She was reduced to the size of eleven-year-old Asa and was now wearing her Hogwarts robes again.  She was thankfully still in Slytherin house.  As she wandered the halls of Hogwarts, she saw many familiar and many more unfamiliar faces.  Eventually, she came upon Rose and Albus.