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or made up characters, ask me. Do not steal.
Chapter 1
It's been 4 years since the battle with Voldemort and the prophecy was right; only one could live.
Ginny woke up from a rancid dream. She was trembling all over. Was it true Voldemort killed Harry Potter? She lifted her weak head and looked out of the cell window; it was still dark. She looked over to her right and saw
that Hermione was hardly breathing. She was cold, hungry, and aching all over. She had been in that cell for over a month. The-boy-who-lived, the hero, that stupid potter, was supposed to save her. She was so angry at him
for not saving her and with that dream she had. Was it was true he was dead? She had seen her family die one by one. But for some reason he kept her
alive. Barley. Just then, a door opened from down the hall. Ginny had a bad feeling. What else was new? The person came walking down the hall. Pulled
out the keys, and unlocked her cell. He or she pulled her up and carried her out of the cell.
Ginny awoke from the dream she had repeatedly for the last four years. She didn't know why she was having them. She rolled over and stared at the man she loved. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was powerful, which made her
powerful. She reached out to touch his face. His fast reflexes grabbed her hand hard.
"Ouch Tom, that hurts!"
"You know not to do that!"
"Sorry." She said. He always did this to her. Those little things such as that made her hate him, but she loved him more then she ever thought she could. He looked at her. The expression on her face gave her away.
"Well you know better." He got up, got dressed, kissed her, and then left. She felt so empty. Ginny got up; she had work to do. She took a quick shower and put on a cute black mini skirt, and black spaghetti strap top. She then put her robes over them. She then apparated.
She arrived at a large mansion. She walked up the steps and knocked on the door. A man with long blonde hair pulled back with a ribbon, wearing black slacks and a nice black shirt answered.
"Hello." Said Lucius.
"Hello." Ginny said and stepped in. He led her to a room. Right before she opened the door she pulled her hood over her face. There were about 30 maybe 35 people sitting in chairs. There were two chairs that looked like thrones,
at the front of the crowd. The room was quiet. She went and sat in one of the thrones. All the people stared at her. She was used to this by now. Finally she stood up and began to speak. But when she spook she was mean and
harsh, not the usual nice soft spoken Ginny.
"Fellow Death Eaters. You have failed!" She said coldly. "Now we will have to start all over again! He will not be pleased." There were murmurs throughout the crowd, and she sat down.
"Silence!" She yelled. "Now since it is not my job to dispose of all who have failed, your lord will!" The crowd was as silent; they were scared. The dark lord and his mistress never lied. She then stood. All the Death Eaters stood up and bowed to her. She thenleft. She apparated to her house.