Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I'm not making any money. I use Sweeney Todd stuff and Harry Potter stuff... neither of which is mine- Don't sue me!Maybe I was wrong, Ginny thought as the cloaked men threw her, bound and writhing, into the center of a circle of more cloaked men. Their faces were shadowed and she had an immediate flash back to the time of deatheaters and the war. She suddenly felt guilty for cheating on Harry, for all the lying and all the time she had spent with him in their bed thinking about Sweeney and his violently black eyes, rough angry hands and pale death-like skin.
Chapter 2: Fanged
"Son of a bitch, what the hell is wrong with you, Goyle? This is Arthur Weasley's daughter, there is no fucking way that she is this blessed innocence and fire bitch," Lucius scoffed, annoyed and angry. How many times would he have to meet with these ignorant buffoons before they found this stupid princess?
"She's got red hair Luci, that could be the fire bit- and she's married to Harry Potter, so obviously she's innocent-"
"We're not married-" Ginny interjected angrily, "That was a fucking rumor- you can't believe every damned thing they print in the prophet-" One of the cloaked men, presumably Goyle, kicked her forcefully in the back and she gasped as oxygen was expelled from her lungs.
"Don't call me Luci you dumbass-"
"The Dark Lord used to-"
"I don't care what the Dark Lord used to do, you keep doing it and I'll AK your ass." Lucius said letting the cloak drop from his silver-haired head. "In any case, the dark lord isn't here, is he? Fucking mudblood himself, wasn't he? I'm in charge now, you're your under my rule-"
"Alright, Goyle won't call you Luci, can we get this show on the road?" A deeper voice asked.
"Dean is right," another voice answered and Ginny gasped as she suddenly realized the Dean, they were referring to was Dean Thomas.
"Dean Thomas? You're a death eater?"
"I wouldn't call myself a death eater exactly, more of a treasure hunter, really," Dean explained dropping his hood as well.
"Excuse me?" Ginny asked, confused.
"We're not really deatheaters any more, per se," Goyle explained dropping his own hood, "We want power, obviously, but like, the dark lord is gone, and we're really just trying to figure out this prophecy that will supposedly lead us to a ton of money. I mean, this prophecy says 'power' but we're pretty sure it's money because we found this old map and-"
"Ok, we don't need to tell her all this. She's not the one, and we're not going to go through the trouble of doing the ceremony with this muggle-loving bitch."
"We might as well, we're all here Lucius, it'll only take a few minutes," Dean Reasoned. Lucius sighed and waved his hand as if to say "Ok, go ahead." Goyle summoned a white pedestal and Dean dropped a small iron ball onto it. "Ready, Weasley wench?" Lucius asked pulling a small and very sharp knife out of his pocket. Ginny screamed as he cut the rope binding her wrists and ran the knife swiftly through the palm of her hand. He dragged her over to the pedestal and held her shaking hand over the pedestal, drops of blood splattering the white surface.
"Read this," Dean said shoving a slip of parchment into her hand. An incantation was inscribed upon it.
"No," Ginny refused crumpling the paper in her blood-free hand.
"Don't be difficult, just read the damned thing," Lucius complained, squeezing her bloodied hand in his and making her cringe in pain.
"Alright, Lucius," Ginny said slowly, and he dropped her hand, a pensive expression revealing that he did, in fact, remember their little tryst- just not that it had been her, of course. Before he had a chance to ask her why she had decided to agree or why she had called him Lucius, when she had previously only referred to him as a son-of-a-bitch, cock-sucker, or dickhead, she began to read the incantation. When she was finished, nothing happened.
"What's supposed to happen now?" Ginny asked slowly.
"You're supposed to lead us to power?" Dean mumbled, questioningly.
"I told you this bi-" Before Lucius could continue his thought, he realized, that the circle of used-to-be-deatheaters-and-Dean was now surrounded by far more sinister characters than they were, themselves. Before anyone could so much as scream, a sweep of black winged pale faced monstrosities enveloped the unlikely group and the somewhat-though-not-entirely-innocent-group-of-used-to-be-deatheaters-and-Dean-and-Ginny where whisked away each collapsing into a deep and painful sleep.
When Ginny awoke she was not alone, her arms were strapped at her sides, and a bright light seemed to be painfully burning her face.
"Awake, I see," the deep voice of a haggard Sweeney Todd hissed as she struggled to open her eyes.
"Mr. Todd?" She asked through a cracked and parched mouth. Before he could respond she screamed as his eyes transformed from their normal deep and hole-like black to shocking and violent red.
I'm stuck in a vampire hospital, She thought to herself as he leered forward, pressing his elongated eye-teeth into her long pale neck.
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