AN: WARNING: This is rather dark. No torture or anything, but definitely very dark. Written for the Great Maze challenge on the HP Fanfiction Challenges Forum. My prompt was "You walk through a mysterious fog and wake up in a world where 'Voldemort' won." This is an AU in which Voldemort won the war.

"Bring them in!"

Voldemort's voice seemed to slice through the air like an icy knife. Bellatrix, cackling with delight, threw open the doors to the Great Hall and watched gleefully as the Weasleys, exhausted-looking, bloody, and chained to one another, stumbled through the doors.

"Well, well, well," said the Dark Lord. "Bellatrix, remind me. What sort of filth do I have before me today?"

Bellatrix smiled, her eyes shining manically. "The Weasleys, my lord. Blood traitors, all of them." She seized a handful of Ginny's hair and yanked on it. "This one was very fond of the boy."

"How… interesting," said Voldemort, his eyes on Ginny. "Tell me, girl, what's your name?"

Ginny stared defiantly into his eyes. "Ginny Weasley," she said, her voice, loud and clear, echoing through the Great Hall.

"Hmm," said Voldemort. "Interesting, interesting… and what do you think I should do with you, Ginny Weasley?"

"Maybe you should let me go," she said. "After all, I'm not going to be much use to you."

"Oh?" said Voldemort, raising his eyebrows. "And why is that?"

"Because I'll never fight for you," said Ginny, not looking away from his scarlet eyes. "Even if it takes a hundred years, I'll find a way to kill you and all of your Death Eaters."

Voldemort laughed. "You think so, do you?"

"I know so," said Ginny.

"You are very amusing, I must admit," said Voldemort. "It would be a shame to kill you. No, I believe I'll let you live."

"What, no punishment for me calling you a murderous, filthy moron?" said Ginny. "Oh, wait. I didn't say that. Well, guess what? You're a murderous, filthy moron."

"Oh, I didn't say that I wasn't going to punish you," said Voldemort. "I just said that I wasn't going to kill you. No, Ginny Weasley, you will definitely have a punishment— or perhaps, a reward, depending on how you think about it. You'll get to survive, flourish… start a family."

Ginny's blood ran cold. "What do you mean?"

"You are you are acquainted with Draco Malfoy, are you not? He'll make an excellent husband for you."

She stared in horror. "You want me to marry Draco?"

"I think this is an excellent solution," said Voldemort. "Ginny and Draco, both purebloods… it will make an excellent match. Draco can teach you to behave like a good little Pureblood. Besides, it will amuse me greatly."

"Never," spat Ginny.

"Oh, it's too late for that," said Voldemort. "Take her away, Bella."

Bellatrix approached and unchained Ginny from the rest of her family, dragging her away by her hair.

"What about my family?" whispered Ginny.

"Oh, I'm sure Fenrir will have fun with them," said Voldemort.

"No!" screamed Ginny.

"Gin, don't worry about us!" said Bill.

"Go, Ginny," whispered her mother.

"No! Let me go! Please!" shrieked Ginny, kicking and fighting, but Bellatrix dragged her away easily.

They were almost to the doors when Voldemort spoke. "Oh, and Bellatrix?"

"Yes, my lord?"

"Find her a wedding dress."