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I sat on the edge of my bed, tears sliding down my cheeks.

'Stupid tears!' I thought. Tears are horrible. It was a wedding! There was no reason for me to be in my room.

Oh wait, I didn't want to see him.

It wasn't like he had a good reason to break off our relationship. Sure he wanted me to be safe, but this was most certainly not going to help.

Everyone was at an equal risk of being attacked by He-who-must-ruin-everything.

The tears had stopped falling, and I walked over to the mirror. I looked dreadful.

It wasn't as though I used make-up, but my eyes were red and puffy. Anyone could tell I had been crying.

I hurriedly wiped my face with a damp cloth. After a few touch ups, I was good as new.

I scurried down the stairs, hoping I hadn't missed anything too important.

Not watching where I was going, I bumped into someone.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed, trying to see who it was.

"Oh! Ginny, dear, where have you been?" asked my mother. "Go say hello to everyone! And watch where you're going."

"Alright mum." I greeted many of our guests, purposely avoiding one. Unfortunately, he noticed.

"Ginny! Ginny, wait." Wincing, I froze. I knew that voice. There was no use pretending I didn't hear him.

Sighing, I turned to face the inevitable.

"What is it Harry?" I questioned as sweetly as possible. He blinked.

"Oh. I just…erm…hadn't seen you. Well, see you later."

"Ok, see you." I turned and headed somewhere…not there. There was no way I was going to be broken over him. Nope. Not a chance.

'Lies. All lies,' something inside me seemed to say. I would not give in to that, though. I would not give in.

TT.TT

I awoke the next morning in my bed, wearing the same clothes as last night. It was 6:00. My face was streaked with the tears that I cried in my sleep.

Tears seemed to fall a lot recently.

'You dreamt about Harry...again. You need him,' that annoying voice said.

'No,' I told myself firmly, 'I needed him.'

I took one look at my disheveled appearance in the mirror, and headed off to take a long, and much needed shower.

In fresh clothing, I was a new person as far as looks go. No one would guess that I had indeed been weeping not an hour earlier.

"Ginny, you're up! It's near 11:00!" exclaimed my mother. "Well, have something to eat, and then Harry wants to speak with you."

I whirled around to look at her.

"Is he here? Now?" I asked uneasily, hoping her answer would be no. Of course, nothing ever goes the way I want it to, and the answer was that he would be here for a while.

He was in the backyard with Ron and Hermione. I groaned inwardly.

"Well where is everyone else?" I questioned. Why were Harry, Ron, and Hermione here, but not the rest?

"Your father is at work, Fred and George are at that shop of theirs, Bill is with his new wife and her family, and Charlie is on his way back to Romania. They all left around 9:00 this morning. They wanted to say goodbye to you, but the door was locked and they didn't want to invade your privacy. Every one else left last night, save for Percy, who didn't even show up."

"Oh," was all I said as I grabbed a plate. I ate slowly, not wanting to face Harry. Unfortunately, my mother noticed that I was finished, and shooed me out the back door.

'Thanks a lot mum' I thought, sarcastically. Putting on a forced smile, I went to find Harry.

But someone found me first.

TT.TT

I tried to scream, but no sound came from my mouth. Though I kicked and squirmed, I couldn't break free from the strong grasp.

There was a harsh voice, but I couldn't tell who was speaking.

"Take her to the Dark Lord," the voice said before everything went black.

Groaning, I tried to sit up. My head was killing me.

I grimaced as I realized that my limbs wouldn't move. Why did this happen to me? Hadn't I already been kidnapped as a first year?

It wasn't fair! I would never be able to see my family again. Never see my friends again.

'You'll never tell Harry that you love him' a voice inside my head told me. Oh yeah, that- wait, what?

I did not love him! Being captured- again- made me think, and I definitely didn't hate Harry, but love?

It couldn't be.

Could it?

This was so confusing!

'One night I'm avoiding him, the next I want nothing more than to see him' I reflected bitterly. I lay down on the cold floor and drifted to sleep, alone with my thoughts.

TT.TT

The next time I awoke, the pain in my head had lessened.

'At least I can move now' I thought happily. My happiness was short-lived, however, as I surveyed my surroundings.

It was so dark; the only light came from a single candle. I could barely make out a door on the opposite side of the small vicinity.

There was no way that the walls were more than five feet apart in the square like room.

I was about to stand up, but I froze when I heard a noise.

'Footsteps?' I wondered.

Seconds later, the door opened. When I saw who it was I gasped. The figure standing in the doorway was that of the Voldemort himself.

What was I going to do? I didn't have my wand; I knew that having it wouldn't make any difference against the dark wizard.

Without it, however, I felt terribly vulnerable.

He came closer and closer until I could see his…what, was that a face?

Well, soon enough I could see that 'face' even in the faint glow of the candle which flickered in the corner.

"My supporters have done well," he hissed. "I ask for a friend and they bring me his romantic interest." He laughed a humorless laugh that made my insides squirm.

I didn't notice two masked faces come to stand beside their leader.

Maybe I was tough with my brothers or even in duels, but with or without my wand, this was hopeless.

My bottom lip began to quiver, but I bit it until it stopped. Those dreadful tears had gotten the better of me before, but right now I was not going to cry.

Better yet, I was not going to die! All I needed was a plan, and a good one at that.

Before I could even begin to form that plan, however, I snapped back into reality.

"Are you listening, girl!" It was that same harsh voice from when I was first captured. I blinked.

There was only me and this one death eater now. Before I could stop myself, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Arguably, the most evil wizard on Earth had been standing before me, and I had not a scratch to show for it.

"My Master does not have patience for those like you."

"Oh? And what exactly am I and those like me?" I countered. His laugh was cold enough to rival that of Voldemort.

I grimaced, but did not move otherwise.

"Those like you," he spat, "are those who disgrace our race. They are those who befriend or marry Muggles." He said the last word like it was venom.

"They are those," he continued "who believe mudbloods deserve to learn magic. It was bad enough that they were bor-"

"Muggle borns have as much right to learn magic as we do!" I interjected. He paused for a slight moment, but sustained his composed air as he extracted his wand.

"No, they have as much right to learn magic as you do," he said, poking his wand at me, "which is nearly nonexistent."

Although anger flared up inside of me, I could say nothing to this for fear of being cursed. I was helpless, but I was not about to show it.

TT.TT

The death eater left for what I assumed was a few hours before returning. This time, he didn't bother to speak to me.

I was all but dragged out of my prison into the night. My first thought was just like the first thoughts of the heroes in books after they've been taken away by their enemies.

Except I knew I wasn't a hero.

Anyway, my first thought was, where am I?

When I couldn't answer that question, I moved on to the second realization. I was starving, having not eaten for nearly two days. My stomach ached.

'Put it out of your mind,' I thought, 'and you won't notice as much.' This worked, until we stopped at a table.

A table full of food.

I couldn't stifle whimper but attempted to pass it off as a cough. If the death eater noticed, he didn't say I word. Wait, scratch that.

"Hungry?" he growled. I glared at him.

"Without manners, you'll go nowhere." He chided. "Are you hungry?"

I didn't want to do this. I didn't have to do this. I was not going to do this.

With one more look at the food, I changed my mind.

"Yes." I said through gritted teeth.

"Yes what?" he asked. Did all evil people have to do this? Couldn't they just ignore me?

"Yes, I'm hungry." When the death eater still looked at me expectantly, I grudgingly added, "sir."

He smiled coldly and handed me a plate of food. I basically inhaled it before he could make a comment about my eating habits.

As soon as I had finished, a horrible thought filled my mind.

'That food was from a death eater with all sorts of potions at hand.' I didn't want to think about that possibility, but it seeped into every corner of my mind.

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