A/N: ok this story was originally called Heart Of Ginny but due to some difficulties I had to take it off and redo the whole thing. The story is still the same but just a new title and a new pen name. Sorry for all the trouble it caused. If you read my other two stories the same is happening to them. The pen name for those will be PixyStix so just look for it soon (the other stories titles will be changed as well)

Chapter 1: Getting Out

Ginevra Weasley, youngest and only daughter of the Weasley family was all alone, deep under the surface of the old castle in a cold dungeon.

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She had been kidnapped by none other than Tom Riddle; now know as the Dark Lord Voldemort. She had exactly two hours to escape. Ginny stared, thinking hard, at the hour glass placed before her. It was a magnificent hour glass she must admit, it was to heart-shaped glasses both connecting at the points where the fine red dust fell gracefully through the tiny opening. Ginny sighed, she knew the moment she stepped foot out the door and tried to escape there would be endless obstacles. She finally gathered her ever bit of hope and bravery that only a Gryffindor had, and made for the door.

She no more than took a couple of steps out the door and it slammed shut behind her. "Well that rules out going back." She said to herself. With another deep breath she continued. She kept a steady pace as she went, so if anything did pop out she would have a little time to think.

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It felt as though she had traveled miles, turning down a new hall occasionally. "Bloody hell! How big is this place?" She wondered. Truth be told Ginny was growing impatient and more nervous because she hadn't run into any obstacles or hold-ups. She finally came to a round room with five doors. Each door had a number from one to five. "Wonderful. A guessing game! Uhh … Hmmm … ok which door? Maybe one, no three. Yeah let's try three." She said to herself. Ginny reached out for the third doors' handle only to get a jolt of electricity through her hand. She yelped and drew her hand back quickly. "Bloody door." She mumbled. She thought to herself for a minute. She really didn't want to get shocked but if she wanted out she had to try another door. Ginny settled on door five in her mind and reached for the handle, clenching her eyes tight and holding her breath. The handle simply turned with a squeak. There were stairs just beyond the doors entrance. Ginny eyed the stair case. I went up far and then twisted around. She went forward and tested the first few steps, trying to decipher whether it was a set of trick stairs or not. When Ginny decided they were real and fairly safe she proceeded up them.

After about a half an hour of the winding steps they straitened out and came up to another door. Attached to the door was a piece of parchment, it read:

Congratulations Miss Weasley,

You chose all the right paths. However that was only part of the problem … now you have to make your way across Malfoy Mansions' grounds and their wards. Beware.

It was signed in a bloody Dark Mark. Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed in annoyance. "Could he be anymore stupid?" She said. She hated the games he tried to play with her. True- she was still scared of him but only in person not on paper.

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She was trying to create a plan of action in her head. She had herd rumors from the Slytherins about the Malfoys' grounds, but never fully paid attention to the details, as she never thought she would have the need. Boy was she wrong there. Ginny wished she had some company but settled with her conscious. "Ok, if Harry could get through the Tri Wizard Tournament in his fourth year, surely I can get through this, besides I survived the Department Of Mysteries." She took a deep breath after reassuring herself. She opened the door and found that it led directly outside. It was thundering and she saw shots of lightning but thankfully it wasn't raining hard. At each flash of lightning she took in the land. Their property was huge and she had no idea where the gates to leave were. A twig snapped in the distance. Ginny clutched her wand tight in her hand. She could see a shadow figure of what looked to be a Death Eater – probably searching for her – Ginny ducked behind a large bush. He was coming very close to her hiding spot but abruptly changed course and returned to the forest.

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She thought up a plan. It was either going to turn out to be a completely brilliant plan or an incredibly stupid one (she was hoping for the first option). She crept along the walls of the castle until she came to a door. She was planning to floo her way out of the Malfoy Mansion. Thankfully this knob didn't shock her either. She found herself in a child's bedroom or elves quarters but she knew the Malfoy's weren't this generous so she assumed it was Draco's old bedroom.

She stepped over several broken toys and broken brooms. She noticed no Floo Powder by the room's fireplace so she couldn't very well floo out. She cursed under her breath; she wasn't hoping to explore around, just to get out. She should have known it wasn't going to be easy. The door to the hall was very large and fancy; she expected no less from this family. Ginny stuck her head out and checked to see that the hall was empty. Once she was sure she continued out the door and looked both directions debating which to go. She decided on going left and proceeded with much caution.

The next large French doors she came to were labeled 'Library'. There had to be floo in there. She crept into the room and tiptoed to the fireplace where there was indeed a pot of Floo Powder. Ginny was truly hoping no one was inside. So far no one was, or at least no one she could see. She grabbed some floo powder in her hand and then realized she didn't know where to go. "I can't go home it's not safe. Maybe the leaky cauldron. No that's no good." She whispered. Then it came to her, Number 12 Grimauld Place. Ginny prayed to the gods that she could floo there and be safe. She took a deep breath and made to step into the fire place when she herd a book slam shut and a chair scraping the floor. 'Oh fuck!' she cursed. She hurried into the fireplace and turned to see Draco staring open-mouthed at her. She threw down the powder and shouted, "Number 12, Grimauld Place!" Draco watched as green flames engulfed her.

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Authors Note(s): Sorry to leave you and a cliff. OK this is my first Solo FanFic, so be gentle with me. If the reviews tell me that the majority of you liked it then I will continue but if you all hate it I will stop now.

My other Fan Fics were also taken off so to all of the people who we could find your e-mail address we will be e-mailing you about our stories soon ok. Sorry for all the trouble. Please Review!