Author's Notes: As I was looking for my Physics Report, I found this on my computer. I wrote it before Deathly Hallows. I found that I still liked the idea despite the fact that it doesn't happen. So I decided to continue it. My first Multichaptered Fic go me. Oh and disregard all of Deathly Hallows. I did. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter... and that fact depresses me greatly.


Chapter one: Escape

The clear shuffle of metal resounded loudly in the room. The room waited in anticipation as the visitor came in.

"Ginny Weasley… or should I say Potter now?" Draco Malfoy came from the prison door; her only route to escape.

Not that she could. Escape that is. She was currently bound with metal shackles coming from the ceiling, enchanted probably so any Fred and George taught lock picking techniques wouldn't work. However, if she did manage to get herself out of the shackles, she still needed to get through the iron doors, the Dementor guards, the Death Eater guards, maneuver her way out of a place she's never been, and all the while doing this undetected.

Malfoy strode forward until he was all but a few feet from her. She raised her eyes to meet his. His Death Eater mask was off so Ginny could see his pale face contrasting the darkness of his robes. It always sent shivers down her spine to see an old school mate on the other side of the war.

"Congratulations on the wedding, by the way. I couldn't come but heard it was great." Ginny remembered the Death Eaters coming through the doors just shortly after she said "I do." Not that they weren't prepared for it. In fact, it was bait. Harry thought of it and she readily agreed. He joked it was like killing two birds with one stone, getting married and kicking a whole bunch of asses. The guests were all fully trained Aurors, and once the clash had ended, they had more than a dozen Death Eaters detained. Though it wasn't without causalities; Seamus had died, along with Colin.

"Mind you, I should be congratulated as well." He raised his hand, where a golden band rested on his finger.

She smirked, "So married that whore, did you?"

Malfoy's face was lit with anger, surprise and confusion. At this Ginny replied, "Parkinson."

"Pansy?" Malfoy said incredulous. "Merlin, no. I met someone much better, I assure you. I'm sure you know her, she did after all kill your brother."

He didn't specify which one. It didn't matter. There was only one who was killed by a female Death Eater. The pang of pain that came with remembering her brother was turned into anger. This Death Eater was unknown. No one knew anything about her much less who she really was. She was as anonymous as the location of Voldemort's last Horcrux. It was like she didn't exist before she married Draco Malfoy. She was simply called Mrs. Malfoy. She didn't even have a first name, kind of like Lady Macbeth.

"You mean she's your wife?" Ginny mocked a surprised reaction. "I thought she was your cousin." She added as an afterthought, "Though she probably is."

Instead of the flamed reaction she was anticipating she heard him laugh. A mocking laugh that told her he held a delicious little secret. It reminded her of those times, when she was younger and her brothers would often chant I-know-something-you-don't-know every time they found something out. It used to drive her crazy. Now, trapped in a dungeon with Malfoy doing the same thing, it had the same effect out of her.

"You should meet her Weasley – pardon me, Potter. I know you'll love her," he claimed after his lively laugh.

Ginny sighed; she couldn't take these mind games. Why don't they just kill her and get it over with? Torture her already so she could sleep. She was so tired. So tired of this war, it was making her sick. Harry would probably self-destruct if she died; he's already lost so much, but she just didn't care any more. Besides, everyone in the Order had a deal, death before betrayal. Harry understood it, everyone did.

"Just kill me and get it over with," Ginny sighed.

"Kill you?" Malfoy said like she just grew a second head. "Why would I want to kill Mrs. Harry Potter?"

"He won't risk himself for me. We made a deal." Ginny said definitely, "it was the terms, of our engagement."

Malfoy clucked gleefully. "How sweet. But we won't kill you. In fact, since its Christmas, we are feeling rather… giving. We want free you."

Ginny looked at him suspiciously. "Why?"

"Terms of my engagement," Malfoy smirked. Then as if on cue, the iron doors started to open again.

The newcomer who entered was slender, female definitely. She was wearing a Death Eater mask that covered the top half of her face.

It was Mrs. Malfoy.

Malfoy's smirk grew to a smile. "Hello love, I was just telling Mrs. Potter here, what we have planned for her."

"Fuck you both." Ginny said.

Malfoy's composure turned from playful to frightening in a flash. He towered over her, his wand pointed stiffly at her throat. "Don't you ever talk to her like that again."

"Draco," it was a warning. The voice that said it was soft, gentle, and it instantly made Malfoy stand back.

Ginny was in shock; one because of the fact that only one word would make Malfoy back down and two because she fully recognized the voice.

But…it couldn't be. It was impossible.

Malfoy stepped back and made way for his wife.

She now had her mask off but Ginny already knew who she was.

"Hermione," Ginny mouthed softly.

"Listen, to me carefully -"

Ginny couldn't stop herself, "You traitor!"

Malfoy came out of nowhere and slapped her across the face.

"Draco!" This time her voice was stern.

Malfoy kept his gaze on the prisoner before them, "Can you believe her? You're planning to free her and she's not even grateful!"

"Leave us." Hermione said firmly.

Malfoy looked like that was the last thing he wanted to do. Hermione reassured him, "She is chained and wand less, please leave us."

Malfoy gave Ginny a last glare and step out of the cell.

Once Malfoy had gone, Hermione waved her hand over Ginny's shackles. At once they broke free. She fell immediately to the ground. Hours of being supported only by the iron shackles had left her legs momentarily forgetting how to work. As an instinct Hermione went over to try and help her out. Ginny clutched her right arm tight and punch Hermione square on the jaw.

Ginny prepared herself for Hermione's retaliation but she merely stood there, nursing her bleeding lip. "I deserved that."

Ginny was confused and she didn't hide it. Thousands of questions were running through her head. Why was Hermione Granger alive? Hadn't she seen her corpse sprawled on the ground at the Hogwarts battle? Why was she married to Malfoy of all people? Was she the one who killed all those people? Was she the one who killed her brother? "What the hell is going on here?"

"There are many things I need to explain to you, but now is not the time," Hermione said with urgency. "The other Death Eaters will be back and –"

"You're one of them now aren't you?" Ginny said distractedly. She was staring at Hermione.

Hermione paused, "yes."

Ginny observed Hermione had changed. Her face was thinner and paler. The Death Eater robe on her should have been very out of place but the odd thing was it fitted her well. Her stance from the old one was different too; it was straighter, as if naturally strained. There was also something different with her eyes. They were the usual brown but… there was something off about it, it was as if it was a different person. However, underneath all that she saw the familiar pale face of the girl she used to look up to.

"Why?"

"Ginny, please listen to me carefully." Hermione pleaded. "It will cost us a lot to have you freed but it is necessary."

"They want you as a bargaining chip for Harry." Ginny was about to speak but Hermione brushed her off. "Any deals you made with Harry are lies, he loves you and he will come after you."

Ginny was silent. That was true; she didn't really believe Harry wouldn't save her. Hermione continued on, "I want you to tell him that I am alive and that Voldemort's last Horcrux is at Hogwarts."

Ginny eyed her skeptically. "How do I know you aren't lying?"

"Honestly? You don't." She gave a deep desperate sigh, "Listen Gin, I'm tired of this. I'm tired of all of this. What I am doing, it's eating me… it's killing me, Ginny. All of the people I've hurt, all the people I've… killed. I can't do this anymore, I won't."

Ginny blinked and saw the blood-shot eyes, the trembling lips, and felt the utter despair.

"What I don't understand," Ginny said her voice cracking, "is why? Why did you leave us? Why did you fake your death? Why the hell are you a Death Eater?"

Before Hermione could utter a response, Malfoy returned to the dungeon.

"What is taking so long? They will be back soon! If you are going to do this you better…" He paused as he saw Hermione's bloody lip.

"Impedimenta!"

"Draco, no!" Hermione pushed Draco's wand so the spell hit the wall instead.

"She hit you." He stated simply.

Hermione ignored him. "Here," she said taking out a key from her robes. It was larger than normal, rusted gold in colour. "It's a Portkey to Muggle London."

Ginny frowned at her. She hadn't answered any of her questions.

"Please, Ginny we don't have time." Hermione urged.

Distantly, the three heard footsteps. A similar horrified expression filled Hermione and Malfoy's face. Ginny caught Hermione's pleading gaze and snatched the key. A second later, she was in a deserted alleyway in a crowded street.


Author's Notes: Have I intrigued you? More chapters yet to come. Please review?