A/N: Thanks to anyone who bothered to read this story. It's the first story I've ever written. It may not be good at all. Although, I'm going to warn people that it contains kinda graphic sexual situations. If you're uncomfortable with sex or a rape scene, then please don't read. It may not happen at all or it will. So thanks again and please leave a review, whether it's good or criticizing the story. I think it'll help me make a better story. I'll try to update once a week. Enjoy the story! -C
It all started in a snowy day in December. Hogwarts wasn't safe anymore. Nowhere was safe nowadays. Every girl under 17 whose family could not afford to pay for their daughter's freedom was in danger. They were being gathered to be sold off as a man's mistress or servant. Parents tried hiding their little girls but it was a futile attempt. They eventually found them and took them, never to have contact with their family again. These said girls were taken to dusty dirty cabins in the middle of the woods, concealed by the Fidelius charm. They were there for months; waiting for their capturer's to gather up every girl in London so they could finally start the bidding process.
By the end of January, they had all girls rounded up. The bidding was to start February 1st. Any wealthy man over 17 could bid on a girl. The morning of February 1st, all the girls were showered, dressed in their best clothes, and told what was to happen.
Ginny Weasley wanted to die. She hadn't seen her family in a month. She had been forced to live in a secluded cabin with absolutely no contact to any of her family. This morning was the morning that established her fate. She was being sold off like a prostitute.
"I can't do this anymore! Who can be calm when they're about to be sold off to disgusting and vile men?!" Ginny yelled.
"Calm down, Ginny, it'll all be fine. They can't do this forever. Good will beat evil and then we will be free." Her best friend Hermione said.
"Hermione, I can't calm down! We're going to be sold to men to be their slaves!"
"Hopefully, we get one of the less cruel men. Like the Vansworths or the Helsings." Hermione said, trying to calm down Ginny
"But what if we are sold to the Malfoy's. Their son is old enough to bid for his own slave! Or what if we get the Potters? They are the richest family! They're royalty! Their son is also old enough! And he is the cruelest out of all of them!" Ginny cried.
But Hermione couldn't answer because the slave traders came in the room.
"Everybody get up! Grab all your belongings and line up outside in the order you were in yesterday! NOW!"
All the girls got up fast and grabbed their things. It took 20 minutes for them to gather everything and line up outside. Ginny was close to last in the line. Hermione was around the middle. They were put into shabby carriages to be taken to Hogsmeade where the bidding is to take place. It was the most excruciating ride for Ginny.
"I am not going to cooperate with those bastards. They may sell me but I will not do a single thing for them," Ginny said, her face blank.
"I can't change your mind, Ginny, but at least try to be careful with who you mess with." Hermione said worriedly.
Ginny didn't answer back. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Hogsmeade. They all got out one by one, slowly. They were dreading this, standing in front of men bidding for them.
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How could this happen to me? To all the girls? This wasn't fair. They weren't merchandise to be sold. They were humans, who were about to lose every bit of freedom they had. No wand, no personal belongings, no connection to family, and no rights to go outside. They were slaves. I am a slave. That is what I now am.
Hermione was trying to get my attention. She was waving her hand in front of me. As I looked up, I saw people packing out of the carriages. I hastily stood up, not speaking to Hermione. I couldn't hear anymore of her telling me it wasn't too bad. I don't understand how anyone can say it isn't that bad. And I don't understand her. She's always panicking about everything. I'm supposed to be brave. I'm supposed to be keeping control of myself. But I can't.
In front of me, I see our destination. The cabin in which we are supposed to wait until they call for us. We all go there and wait.
"Ginny?" Hermione asked me gently.
"Yes?"
"Are you okay? You haven't talked to me or anyone for a while."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking about my family."
Hermione didn't respond to me. She didn't know what to say. At least her family had no clue of what was happening to their little girl. They just knew she wouldn't be able to talk to them for a while. My family had to live everyday worried of what happens to me.
The people coming to pick us up group by group are here. They've called all the people with last names A-H. Hermione is in that group. Her last name is Granger. She grabs her few belongings and stands up. I stand up too and hug her as tight as I can.
"I'm going to miss you 'Mione," I say, trying not to break down.
"I'll miss you too, Gin," She hugs me tighter.
I feel her tears on my shirt. They call for her to hurry up. She wipes away her tears and smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes. She turns to leave and starts walking away
"Good luck," I whisper.
She hears me and turns around and whispers it back. She leaves the cabin and I hope it's not the last time I see her.
I sit back down and watch as they keep taking people away from the cabin. Finally they call my group.
"Everyone R-Z, come with me!" The man shouts.
We all stand up and gather our things and head out of the cabin. We walk the short path to the center of Hogsmeade where I see a bunch of wealthy men gathered up. They start calling people in my group alphabetically.
"Rushmore, Annie!" A pretty girl of about 13 goes up to the stage and the bidding for her begins. She was sold for 2000 galleons.
The rest goes by in a blur until I am the next person to be called.
"Weasley, Ginevra!" The man on stage shouts.
I try to muster confidence as I walk up the steps to the stage. I walk towards the man with my head held high. I face the men in front of me and try not to shake.
"And the bidding begins at 500 galleons!" The man next to me yells.
"600 galleons!" Someone shouts.
"700!" someone else who I recognize as Mark Moore shouts.
"800!" The man challenges back.
"1000!" A man in the very front calls out.
"1500!" Gerard Griffin shouts out.
I cancel out the shouting for a while. I am too busy hoping I get someone at least a little bit humane. When I tune back in, the bidding had gone to 7000 galleons. I am shocked.
"7500, going once, going twice-"
"10,000 galleons!" A man in the back yells out, holding up his number card.
"10,000! Going once, going twice, SOLD! To #101! Highest bidder today!"
I am scurried off to the other side of the stage. They lead me to another cabin where I'm supposed to wait for my "owner" to come and take me. I went inside and searched for Hermione. I found her in the far corner sitting down.
"Hermione!" I scream.
She looks up and smiles. She gets up and walks toward me.
"Ginny!" She hugs me tightly. I hug her back.
"Who did you get sold too?" I ask her when she lets go.
"To the Potter's," She says quietly.
"The father or the son?" I ask warily.
If she got the son, it'd worse than the father. The father is much nicer than the son. He at least shows some humanity.
"The father. James Potter," Hermione said.
"Oh Hermione, at least you weren't sold off to Harry Potter." I said, trying to lighten her mood.
"How much did he bid for you?" I asked her.
"9000 galleons."
There was a brief silence between us. She broke it.
"What about you, Ginny? Who did you get?" Hermione asked me.
"I have no idea,"
"How do you have no idea?" Hermione questioned.
"I didn't see their face. I just got their number card." I said.
"Oh, well they'll come get you, so you'll know who it was. Men are already coming to pick up their girls." She said, looking out the window.
I saw men come in and call out their maid's name. I heard various names being shouted. I wasn't paying attention and falling asleep when I heard my name.
"Ginevra Weasley!"