Authors Note: If I were JK... I would be richer than the queen of England. Mum's the word, but unfortunatly JK is NOT my mom (or me), though if she wishes to adopt me I would be perfectly happy with that!! So, what I'm trying to say here is... I own nothing. (Unless I... purchase the rights?)

Full Summary: The war is happening, it's real, and Ginny is caught in the middle. She wakes up and finds herself confused, and alone. And for the first time she dosen't have 7 boys protecting her.

Pairings: DM/GW (that's all at the moment)

Rating: M for language, violence, and eventual sex scenes

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It was as though they were at a crossroad, or the climax of an epic war movie. Their eyes met, and there was nothing to be done as she watched a fist shatter his jaw, changing his boyish features into a concave mess of blood and slack skin. At the sight of his body in the mud she felt her own turn away and fall to its knees screaming in remorse for The Boy Who Lived, the boy she once loved. A flash of green should have come from behind her, signaling the end of his life, but nothing happened. Instead she heard a voice screaming to her from behind,

"GINNY, GET UP!" she whipped around to find a man and his master, The Dark Lord, stalking towards her at an alarming pace, another one of his minions trailing behind to thrust his foot into Harry's ribs for his insolence.

"CRUCIO!" The shouted curse flew from a traitor's lips, and Ginny felt as though Crabbe was straddling her mid-section punching her guts out with a hammer. Tears left muddy trails down her freckled cheeks as she twisted in agony, pulling at her sweater and digging her nails into the rough wool. And then just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. She slowly looked up at her assailant who had momentarily been preoccupied with others from the Order. She grabbed her wand, searching frantically for Harry and found him at the bottom of the hill, battling Lucius. She then searched for Voldemort. He was no where to be seen.

'Figures,' she thought, 'cowardly piece of shi...' and before she finished her thought he was above her. The Dark Lord himself, in all his disgusting, deformed glory, standing above her, wand pointed straight at her heart.

'I always know when it's you, little blood-traitor. I remember your sweet little voice'. It was as if she thought it, but as his face twisted into an awful grin as he licked his lips, and she knew that he was inside her mind, about to veiw her most cherished memories. FLASH The burrow, she was eight and the twins had convinced her to let them use her dolls as testing figures, which they "accidently" turned into hideous toads FLASH she was ten and running after the Hogwarts train FLASH she and Harry were holding hands under the table at dinner FLASH Draco's eyes were so very close to hers FLASH… she fought hard to control herself, her mind, and suddenly…

'I know you Tom, I know you better than you know your own self. I've been you, remember? I've heard your thoughts... I can still hear your thoughts, Tom. What kind of game do you think you're playing? I KNOW YOU!!! YOU ARE A HIPOCRITE!! A MUD-BLOOD AND A MURDURER!!!' She thought that long and hard before her thoughts overwhelmed his and he and sent another Cruciatus Curse her way, not stopping until she screamed so hard that her throat bled and her ears couldn't hear her own screams. Everyone was right about him, not a very forgiving man, monster. She felt an ice-cold sweep over her, and suddenly thought she was dead. Cautiously, her eyes opened to see nothing, death shouldn't be this painful. Pitch black as far as she could see, but still heard sounds of war. She tried to get up, but found herself pinned in place, and gosh it was cold! Her body trembled, and only when she felt the mass move above her did she realize that it was a body. A stone-cold body. She thrashed her small frame around until she found release from the offending carcass and stood up to stare at it. Long silver hair, and an unpleasantly pointy nose stuck up in the air as she stared down as Malfoy. He didn't look so threatening now, but the terror in his eyes suggested terror far worse than he could ever imagine inflicting, even on Dobby. It was unsettling, the way his eyes cursed the sky, only because that was how his head had decided to fall, so Ginny knelt down beside him and gently pulled his pale eyelids over the dead silver orbs.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!" She snapped to attention and saw a very distraught son standing over her, his eyes, very much like his fathers.

"Well I, …." She stared up at him like a child caught doing something very naughty for the second time in one day, "I thought that… " and then she shrugged, looking up at her enemy.

"Get up, Weasley." He said her name with as much distaste as she could have imagined, but obeyed, taking care to flip her wand out at him. He laughed menacingly at her attempt to look threatening and walked towards her, capturing her eyes with his. Only when his lips were millimeters from her ear did he whisper, "it's for your own good, littlest weasel." With that last remark he punched her soundly in the temple and she slumped to the ground unceremoniously as he walked away without a second glance.

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I've noticed that an alarming number of readers stop after this chapter. I know it's dark and short and not very well written according to my standards, but if you read on, especially to the third chapter and on, I promise the story lightens up and an actual plot begins to form. Don't forget to REVIEW with anything... flames welcome :)