Hellooooooooo, FF! I'm a bad person. I've wanted to post this ever since I got my computer (which was a few months ago), but I just kept putting it off and putting it off. Just like everything else.
I'm bad at adulting.
Anyhoo, all characters in this work are the intellectual and creative property of J.K. Rowling. Enjoy!
For the first time in what could easily have been forever, laughter filled the little orchard just outside the Weasleys' property.
Well, laughter and screeching.
"For Merlin's sake, Hermione!" Ginny called out, swerving to avoid her not-so-graceful best friend as their boyfriends each put a steadying hand on the older witch's broom.
"Sorry," Hermione said, gasping for breath. "Harry, are you all right?"
Ginny and Ron swiveled around to face the raven-haired Weasley, concern written all over their freckled features. Harry was bent double over the handle of his broom, his shoulders shaking violently, one hand pressed against his still-too-small belly. His friends and his girlfriend worried for one long moment that he was in pain, but then he managed to look up at them. The tears forming in his eyes were tears of laughter, his face lit up in a smile. They couldn't remember seeing him so happy in a very long time.
"Whoa, there, mate! Breathe!" Ron laughed as a hiccup escaped Harry's lips. "Come on, then. I think that's enough debacles on a broom for Hermione for today, don't you?"
"Hey!" Hermione cried indignantly as the boys helped her to land. "Just because I happen to be unstudied in the technique doesn't mean I make a debacle out of it!"
Ron chortled, Ginny snorted, and Harry resumed his wheezing.
"It's not a matter of 'study,' Hermione," Ginny said with a grin. "I for one seem to recall Harry here..." She patted her hiccuping boyfriend on the back. "...Make the house team with less 'study' than you have now."
"Well... It... It runs in his family!" Hermione countered.
"...You do know his father was a Chaser, right?" Ginny pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
"...Oh, shut up."
Ron and Ginny continued to make jests at Hermione for her lack of grace in the air, with Harry following close behind and still hiccuping, as they reached the top of the hill and the Burrow came into view.
One last, loud hiccup out of Harry was the last thing they heard, home the last thing they saw, before blackness descended upon them.
"Rennervate."
"Five more minutes, Mum..."
"Rennervate!"
"Can't I sleep in?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Wake up, Weasel! RENNERVATE!"
Ron snapped to consciousness to find himself on a king-sized bed in a large bedroom well-decorated in light brown hues. Harry, Ginny and Hermione were all awake, Hermione pushing herself out of the bed and Ginny helping Harry up off the carpeted floor. Ron stood as well, rubbing one eye and yawning.
"Where are we?" Hermione asked, peeking out the window. Ron, Harry and Ginny peeked over her shoulder, Harry and Ginny on their tiptoes, to find a vast yard and, just beyond, a graveyard.
"Nowhere you'd know of, Mudblood."
All four spun around and noticed for the first time a man in a Death Eater mask and robes standing before the door.
"Don't you dare call her that!" Ron snapped, digging in his pocket for his wand.
He came up with nothing but a banana.
"You really think I would have left you your wands?"
Harry looked back at the view from the window and paled. "Little Hangleton," he said, just loudly enough for Ron to hear. Even across the room, however, the masked Death Eater seemed to be able to pick up the underweight young wizard's voice as well.
"Very astute, Potter. Welcome to the Riddle House."
Harry looked around. "You've redecorated."
"With ease. It's much more comfortable now than it was under the care of the old dingbat who used to live here."
"I don't like it," Harry commented, scrunching up his nose.
Ron and Ginny chortled. The Death Eater, determined to shut them up, fired a Knock-Back Jinx at Harry, causing him to stumble and hit his shoulder against the nightstand with a resounding crash.
"Believe you me, you insolent twerps," the Death Eater growled. "You may be laughing now, but it'll be a wonder if you will ever so much as crack a smile again once we're done with you."
"We?" Ginny asked, helping Harry to the bed and examining his shoulder, which was starting to bruise.
"A house this big, Ginevra Molly, four of the greatest heroes ever to come out of Hogwarts, and you think I'm alone?"
Ginny froze, staring at their captor for a long moment before finding her voice. It was cold as ice. "You can hurt me all you want, Carrow, but mark my words; the moment you lay another finger on Harry, I'll do worse to you than what he did."
Amycus Carrow pulled off his mask, revealing a sickening grin. "Just you try, Ginevra Molly, and I'll do worse."
Ginny met his gaze unblinkingly. "To me or to him?"
Carrow grinned sadistically and pulled Harry up into a chokehold. "Does this answer your question?"
Ginny bristled but found herself unable to do anything with Harry in the way.
"You see, Ginevra Molly, this is the whole point of having you here. You wouldn't lay a hand on us if it meant bringing harm to this precious baby boy here. With your wee little Harry, we can keep you in check...and we can break you."
Ginny stared murderously at the man she knew to be an adept torturer. He was right, of course, and it killed her to admit it.
The door opened, and another Death Eater entered. Ron had to keep himself from attacking him, and a quick glance told him Ginny felt likewise. It was Augustus Rookwood, the man who had murdered Fred.
"I'll watch over the twits, Carrow. Just save a bit of him for me." He eyed Harry hungrily as Amycus tightened his hold on the young hero and began to drag him off.
Amycus paused in the doorway.
"Oh, and Weasel."
Both Ron and Ginny looked up.
Amycus's face broke out in a crazed grin. "Don't drop the banana."
Ron examined the slightly-bruised fruit in his hand, then looked back up at the Death Eater, confused. "Why not?"
"Good source of potassium!" Carrow called over his shoulder. "Don't want your mother worrying."
Rookwood took his place in an armchair and swept his gaze over Ron and Ginny. "Pity about your brother."
"If killing you wouldn't bring more harm to Harry, I'd have your blood by now," Ron growled, eliciting a chuckle out of Rookwood.
"Any second now, I'll be the least of your worries, Weasley."
"What are you talking ab - "
Ron's question, true to Rookwood's word, was answered before it was even fully formed on his tongue.
Just beyond the wall, in the room next door, Harry had started to scream.
A/N: This is the first of three chapters. I've decided to write this because I can't stand the sheer amount of fanfics that turn Ginny into some damsel in distress. Far too many "writers" (a term I use loosely, especially on Wattpad - it isn't quite so bad here, thank goodness) forget that not everyone lacking a Y chromosome is Princess Peach. I want to portray Ginny the way I believe she's meant to be portrayed - no girly-girl nonsense, no dependence on Harry, no typical "girlfriend" attitude. If anything, Ginny's the guy in the relationship. Harry's so much more vulnerable than Ginny, in case you haven't bothered to read past the Chamber of Secrets.
Ahem. Sorry. This was originally written on Wattpad when my computer dieded. Most Hinny fanfics there are...well...not quite as maturely written as the majority of fanfics here are. Perhaps it's because there are standards set here? I dunno. Anyway, I'm going to post the other two chapters riiiiiiiiiiight after I get me some chocolate milk. I'll try to stick to my promise.
Oh, and you get some chocolate milk, too, if you leave a review. I'll make it extra chocolate-y if you can spot the references.
