A/N Hey everyone! I can't believe I actually wrote my first fic! YAY! I would really really really love it if u reviewed, to see if I should keep writing and how to make everything better and whatnot. So PLEASE review! Well, here is the first chapter!

Summary: Ginny, who was captured and tortured by deatheaters, is rescued, has a lot to deal with. What will Dumbledore have instore for her and Snape when Ginny tells him that she overheard that Voldemort found out about Snape's loyalty? And what will come the 2 people who have gone though a lot and who are now at the top of Voldemort's hit list (other than Harry)? No romance, only mentor-ship. LOTS of angst and some reference to abuse and rape.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…don't sue me … Terrified of laywers, plus all u would get is a bottle of water and a lavender scented candle.

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Ginny suddenly awakened to the stale smell of the hospital wing that told her she was finally safe within Hogwarts. Memories of the past 5 days rushed to the front of her mind and she quietly gasped…

"Ah, we got you, my master will be most pleased." Lucius Malfoy whispered maliciously, his head tilted towards her ear, on centimeters away, and his arm around her neck in a half-nelson to keep her from moving.

"LET M-" was all she got out before Malfoy's hand hastily covered her mouth. She then proceeded to bite, kick, scratch, or otherwise harm any part of him that she might come in contact with.

"We can't deal with your behavior here, Weasel chit, but we shall see how fiery you are after Master lets us break you… It will be a challenge, but everyone knows how much I love to "help" our young ladies become obedient.

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"NO! N-not again, sir!

please not again tonight. I can't take it again in one n-night!" Ginny, clad in a bloodied and ripped sheer nightgown, they had provided for her to wear, whimpered when Malfoy strode into her dark room, holding the whip and ropes.

"Can't take it? Then our little Gyfindorr princess must want to tell me where the order of the phoenix's headquarters is! Is that right? Or perhaps the rest of that prophecy, hmm?" he said mockingly.

This time Ginny replied stronger, in a cold voice, "Never."

"Well then, I'm sure the rest of the boys will have a nice little visit with you to see if they can't "persuade" you to tell us. The dark lord will tolerate my procrastination no longer, so they will not be working with any… restrictions, unlike last time." And with that Malfoy left the room and 4 other death eaters marched in.

Ginny ordered her mind to stop there. She didn't EVER want to have to relive those memories. The memories of when he took her innocence, and when they abused her body in ways she could hardly have ever imagined a human capable of.

Then Ginny realized the dull murmurs of concerned voices somewhere in the room and decided to open her eyes to see who was there. She opened her eyes only to be greeted with the familiar sight of the white curtains of Hogwarts' infirmary, but then whammed with extreme nausea, and clamped her eyes back shut. She took deep calming breaths to try to fight down the urge to throw up and calm her pounding head. It was then that she realized how much she hurt. She ached all over, but wasn't surprised at all. The last time she closed her eyes she had never expected to open them again.

The sound of the curtains being opened and shuffling feet brought her out of her revere. She listened intently, but everyone seemed to have quieted down. When Ginny dared to open her eyes once more, she saw her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore, the nurse, Madam Pomphrey, and the potions master, Severus Snape.

'What!' she thought. 'Am I hallucinating? What the bloody hell is Snape doing here?'

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed tearfully. "What happen to you darling? What did they do to you? How do you feel?"

At this Ginny stopped wondering about her mysterious potions master and closed her eyes once more, yet not out of sickness as the reason had been previously, but out of disgust at what she had let happen to her. She suddenly felt really dirty. Extremely dirty. 'I need a bath, a really good bath, or perhaps a shower…' She though frantically.

Dumbledore, picking up on some of Ginny's emotions, turned to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and said quietly, "I think that your daughter needs some time to rest and think. I would like to ask you to perhaps come back tomorrow, as she seems quite unready for talking to anyone about what happened. The professor and I will be leaving also, there will be time for them tomorrow, but for now.."

Molly looked wholly unconvinced, yet with look from her husband, she nodded.

"I'm sure you're quite correct Albus. We will be back here tomorrow afternoon then."

"Very well, I will see you then. Good afternoon Molly, Arthur." Dumbledore acquiesced, nodding to both of them in turn.

They reciprocated with similar farewells, and with a quick "goodbye, hun" in the direction of their youngest daughter, headed off to the exit of the infirmary. When the door hit its frame and the Weasleys gone, Albus turned to Snape saying, "We will have to have this conversation tomorrow, severus. Is directly after breakfast conflicting?"

"No Albus, that is quite alright." Snape said sighing. He didn't really want to have to spend any more time in the hospital wing, especially talking to a probable over-emotional Gryfindor that he had just had to help rescue that morning, yet knew that it was important and that Albus had wanted him to be there, though he couldn't understand why.

Ginny, who had been listening intently the whole time, decided to sneak another peak at the people filling the room, particularly Snape, who she had never heard speak in such an tone, lacking its usual malice.

For the third time that night she was slowly easing her eyes open. To her delight, she wasn't hit with such nausea she had had before, and the sharp pain that would course through her head was now but a dull ache, but the feeling of uncleansliness remained. The sight that fluttered before her this time though, was Snape and Dumbledore speaking in hushed tones near the opening of her curtain, both sending worried looks her way every once in a while. Snape was the first one to realize her renewed consciousness and gestured to her for the sake of Dumbledore.

"Ah, Miss Weasley, you're awake. How do you feel?" He asked gently, unlike the tone of her frantic mother. Both men were now watching her closely.

"Well, I," She began, yet all that came out was a series of garbled throat sounds. She tried again after swallowing and trying a very quiet little "Umbridge" cough. "Well, I feel achy all over, but mostly I have a bad headache and feel slightly nauseas, sir." Her voice was definitely not itself, but was at least understandable.

"That's good. Not any less than what we could have expected, anyways." Dumbledore replied. "We should leave you to your rest Miss Weasley, but we will return tomorrow morning directly after breakfast to discuss some important matters."

Ginny had a pretty close idea of what "some important matters" were all about, and was not looking forward to it at all, but said in response, "Ok, I will see you then I guess, sir."

"Good afternoon Miss Weasley. Feel better soon." Dumbledore said in closing, while Snape only graced her with a nod.

"Thanks professor, I'll try. Good afternoon." Then turning to Snape, in order to be polite she voice a small voice and a slight nod, "'Afternoon professor."

With that they left Ginny to Madam Pomphrey, who gave her a small vial of potion and she was almost instantly being pulled into a deep, calm, sleep, void of any dreams. The last thing she though before being pulled into oblivion was, 'Tomorrow is sure as hell going to be an interesting day' and she was asleep.

A/N well, here it is! i hope that u liked it. Please please please please review! it would be soooooo helpful. luv kalea