Defining Moments
Iamthewalrus93
Tom R jr. + Ginny W.
Lucius Malfoy bowed low in front of me.
"Milord, please, forgive me." I rolled my eyes. Did he expect me to be forgiving? Was Lord Voldemort this forgiving?
"Lucius, you slunk back to the enemy when I fell, your wife lied to me, which caused my downfall. Would you forgive such a terrible folly?" I said in a bored voice.
"No, master, no, but-"
"But you expect me to?" Honestly, he's pureblood trash sometimes, the old git. "Also, that doesn't make your wife innocent."
"M-m-milord, please, she was only worried for our son!" Lucius sobbed.
"Now Lucius are you saying that your son is more important than my entire war effort?" I drawled, examining my fingernails. Lucius shook his head repeatedly, I rolled my eyes, and leaned forward to whisper to Lucius. "If you do not fail me in this, Lucius, You will be greatly rewarded, and all of this forgotten." Lucius stared up, into my handsome face. The new dark lord, that some would recognize as Tom Riddle. I'm only around eighteen physically, but mature beyond my years mentally. When Voldemort was killed, my soul was released from all the maiming that the older me had put it through. The body and soul were perfectly preserved. Most of the death eaters didn't like taking orders from a boy who was the age of their sons, but the few left decided to rally around me. I looked out the window into the night, and exhaled deeply.
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I sat bolt upright in bed. I was panting, and sweating profusely. I had been having a nightmare about Lucius Malfoy, and a man I didn't know. I ran a hand through my hair, and sighed. Someone knocked, and my father's voice wafted through the door.
"Ginny, It's time to go." He whispered to the dark. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah dad, I'm up." I whispered back. My dad left, and I pulled on a sweater and jeans, and pulled my long hair into a ponytail. I emerged, and grabbed a bagel before going out onto the lawn to apparate with my father. I shivered when we arrived at the blustery, rainy island of Azkaban. I went into the stone fortress, as my dad took his post at a desk they had brought. I walked up the rows of cells, and saw Ron and Hermione leaving after their watch. I stopped at some cells, to ask if they had enough food, or water, but they seldom replied. I finally decided that I had checked all of them when I returned to where my father was. He was bent over the desk, and I frowned, shocked that he had fallen asleep. "Dad, come on, wake up. We're supposed to be-" I gasped. My dad had a faint trickle of blood seeping out of his mouth. "Dad? Dad?" I was shaking his shoulder, when I heard the clangs of cells being opened. I grabbed my wand, and bolted to where the cells were.
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I sighed. That had been almost too easy. The man had been half asleep when Lucius had hit him over the head with the lamp. I strode quickly down the corridor of cells, and released each of my soon-to-be-faithful servants. I rounded a corner, dragging the man. We came to a stop at the end of the cells, when a voice called,
"Let him go!" I glanced over my shoulder. A pretty red haired girl was brandishing her wand at me. I nodded at Knott who jumped forward and wrestled her wand away from her. I walked slowly up to her, releasing the man.
"Well, Hello beautiful," I said, drawing level to her. She glared at me. I smiled down at her, running my eyes over her body. She was quite fit.
"Stay away from me." She ordered. I sneered at her, in a way that would have made my ancestor, Salazar Slytherin proud.
"You think you can order me?" She glared at me some more. I grabbed her chin and directed her gaze up at me.
I glared down at her, until I realized where I recognized her from.
"You!" I hissed, and grabbed her upper arm, steering her away from the death eaters. She attempted to wrench away, but I was holding her wand arm tightly.
"Let go of me!" She hissed. "Let go!" She looked weakly into my eyes again, and her breathing became erratic. I pulled her out the door, and apparated sidelong with her. We arrived at a beautiful mansion, but Ginny didn't notice. She was still trying to get away from me. Suddenly, Lucius Malfoy popped into existence beside us. I threw Ginny to Malfoy, and said,
"Deal with her. Put her in the dungeons." Lucius turned to go, but I caught his arm, my eyes glittering. "Lucius, not a scratch on her, or else you will be receiving the same, ten fold." I said dangerously. Lucius cocked an elegant eyebrow, bowed his head, and pulled Ginny along behind him.
"Who are you?" She demanded of me. "Why have you brought me here?" I didn't reply and just turned away.
I ran a hand through my hair, angrily. How could I not see this coming? I knew that we had made a bond when I was in that god-forsaken diary. I should have connected Potter with her. Why was I so dammed stupid?
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I turned to Lucius Malfoy, seething. "What do you want with me?" I spat. "Am I just a prisoner of war? You know you'll never win, with Voldemort gone. Who will rally you, tell you things to do, control you? Do you possibly think that Harry will let this go?" Lucius showed an evil grin.
"I don't think that you need to worry about that, Weasley. We do have a leader, that man who took you. Potter won't dare trying to fight us, after what just happened. You have no chance. Don't try to get out either, because the doors are magically locked." He threw me one last contemptuous glance, and then locked the cell behind him. I sank to the floor, sobbing. After what had just happened, who could blame me?
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I startled awake from where I had been dozing. I looked around my cell.
"Ugh…I had been hoping that it had all just been a dream." I groaned, and stretched my back from where it had been curled in an awkward position. Someone chuckled from the shadows and I scurried crab-like to the back corner of my cell.
"No such luck, Weasley." I peered through the darkness. I knew that voice. "If it had all been a dream then I wouldn't have to be here babysitting." I gasped.
"Malfoy?"
"Yep, it's me she-weasel."
"What are you doing here ferret." I asked through clenched teeth.
"Like I just said," he drawled, "Babysitting. Of course, I could be used for more useful work, but he said that you were priority one. I respect him and all, but still, how could a girl, a weaselette even, be priority one?" It was evident that he wasn't talking to me now.
"What are you talking about, Malfoy? Who ordered you to do this?" He looked at me, as if remembering that I was there.
"Never you mind, Weasley. You'll understand in due time, and believe me, you'll rather you didn't."
"Stop being cryptic, Ferret, and spit it out."
"Ouch, it bites." He said, grinning. He walked up to the bars. "We'll have enough time to discuss it all, don't worry Weasel." I glared at him.
"Why couldn't I have a woman guard? How will I go to the toilet with you watching me?" He wrinkled his nose.
"Believe me Weasley, I won't be watching. And on your first point, you could have a female guard, that is, if you wanted aunt Bellatrix to watch you." I shuddered.
"I guess you'll have to do." He sniggered.
"You sound like you have a choice, prisoner." He lay down on a bench, and closed his eyes. I got up and began to pace the small cell.
"Aren't you supposed to be watching me?"
"Only if another death eater comes. I doubt you can get out. It's practically impossible to get out of the cell without the wand, and even if you did, the door out is sealed against you, if you made it that far through the corridors and tunnels." He added as a second thought.
"So you said we'd talk about what you were saying. Who is this 'he'?" He opened one eye.
"I don't think I want to talk to you right now. You see, I'm trying to get a little bit of sleep here."
"Well, I can keep you up."
"But you won't, because I have a wand, and you don't." I snickered disbelievingly.
"You wouldn't hurt me. I'm priority one, remember? And your conscience could never take it." He ground his teeth at that.
"You may be right about priority one, but my conscience wouldn't mind me stupefying you right now, just to shut you up." I smiled wryly, and shut up. We sat in silence for a while, before, "He's the new superpower in the wizarding world. More powerful than Voldemort. Something you've never seen before. Well, maybe you have." He chuckled to himself, but I didn't get it. "He's enough to rival Potter, Dumbledore and Hogwarts together."
"Why am I important to him?" I asked.
"Well, I'm not completely sure."
"Do you have a faint idea?"
"Not that I'm going to tell you, Weaselette."
"We aren't that different, Malfoy." He sat bolt upright.
"Incase you hadn't noticed, Weasley, we are complete opposites."
"Apart from the finances, and hair color-"
"Finances are a big part." He choked.
"-We are quite alike. Don't you get it? Weasel, and Ferret?"
"Oh brilliant, we're both rodents. Then what would that make Granger? A single celled organism?" I glared at him.
"I see what you're getting at with the animal analogy, but especially now, we're different. Look, I'm the guard, you're the prisoner. That's just the way it is, Weasley. I'll be higher than you for the rest of your life." He ducked his head as the bedpan clanged on the bars where I had thrown it at him. He grinned at me. "Good sturdy bars." I squinted my eyes at him, and he laughed.