Author's Note: Thanks mell8, Lithui, and Queen of Night, for the great advice and the great reviews. I'm typing on Microsoft word now, to avoid spelling and grammar issues. BTW, what is a beta?? I'm still new to this site. If anyone can beta for me (whatever a beta is…) that would be great!!!! And now, here's chapter two!!

Chapter Two: Be aware of all the exits.

"Malfoy?" Ginny's whispered her voice hoarse from the violent winter winds. Draco ignored her epiphany, and continued to pull her through the crowds of Lille, France. Draco looked back at Ginny. She looked like a lost school girl in her knit, green hat, and small ragged jacket. Her long hair was different from her brothers. It didn't have an orange tint; it was more of a copper color. It was woven into a long braid, running down her back. Draco smirked, "I'm surprised that you even recognized me." He sneered, "You've been out of the ministry's reach for so many years. I'm surprised, you could have at least hidden better." He laughed at his own remark. She kicked herself mentally. Her choices on where to stay where limited after what had happen. It was either France, or America. She already knew bits and pieces of French, because Fleur had taught her. She figured that it would be easier for the ministry to find her in America. But she was wrong.

Her thoughts were cut of when they reached the apparition point. "Malfoy, where are we going?" she jerked back and they stopped walking. "Back to England, I bought you remember? Your in my command, and I'm turning you in." his eyes were as cold as ice. "Turning me in? No, not there! I can't go back there. The ministry will-"she rushed every word out on one breath, but she was cut off. "No, not to the ministry, you're not going near the ministry, anytime soon. I'm taking you to the Dark Lord, and he'll decide what to do with you." He began to pull her back to the apparition point. 'The Dark Lord? After all these years, he still won't leave me alone.' Ginny screamed in her head. Draco locked her arm in his, "Hold on tight!" he told her, and before she knew it, they were off to England.

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Ginny looked up at her destination. They were in front of a very old looking castle. It was most likely seven thirty now, judging by the darkness. "Come along!" Draco grabbed her and pulled her in the castle. The halls were full of death eaters, all staring at Ginny with hungry eyes. She was thrown on the floor of a large room. She looked up to find a long figure above her. "It's so nice of you to join us, Ginevra Belle Weasley." The voice was cold and harsh, with no essence of pity. This voice belonged to Voldemort.