Authors Note: I own nothing other than the skeletons in my closet. (aka. nothing but the plot!)

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

I suggest listening to Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings, Op. 11 during the first part of this. It's perfect for the feelings I was going for. Although, Gorecki's Symphony of Sorrowful Songs could work too, if you press repeat on the first 40 seconds of it for a couple of minutes. The rest of the piece works mostly for the last part of the chapter. Try looking up the CD, Music to Die for. Absolutely stunning mood music... annnddd on with the show!

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Something was wrong, beautifully wrong. 'I most certainly have to be dead now.' Ginny felt her body floating through warm silk that left her skin coated in a glossy wetness, presumably, from contact with clouds. Her arms and face were experiencing the most delightful sensation. Warmth, something neither she, nor any other wizard had felt since the morning Voldemort cursed the sky above Hogwarts to be everlastingly gloomy and cold. Hoping that it would dishearten his enemies he had not carefully considered the damage it would do to the surrounding land and forest. The three years of constant rain had killed everything, molding trees and bushes from the inside out, drowning the flowers and grass, and lastly, contributing to the dark, wet earth that laid barren for the last battle of the Great War.

So, you see, as Ginny felt her arms tingle with the warming sensations of the sun, she knew that she had to be dead.

'Or maybe…' she opened her eyes to the startling, dazzling blue ocean of the sky before quickly snapping them back shut, 'maybe I'm not dead at all.'

For about one and a half minutes, the copper-haired girl lay sinking into the warm earth beneath her before rolling on her side. Pain jabbed at her right abdomen at the action and she quickly sat up before opening her eyes, her head now dully throbbing on the right side. She stood wearily, first placing her hands on her knees before rolling her spine up the stand erect. Adjusting her feet in the soggy mud she observed the grounds of Hogwarts. Not a single body was left, none but hers. Confused, she turned around and saw the same nothingness.

'But, the Sun, it has to be over!!' She ran to the bottom of the hill and into the Forbidden Forest, which had since been turned into a field of large branchless trees sticking out of the ground. It offered her no protection as she collapsed against the giant, vine-like roots of one of the trees and began sobbing into its hollow bark.

She felt something behind her move so she quickly snapped her head around to watch a bird peck furiously at the mud.

"You'll never find anything to eat here. Go on, fly somewhere else!" she shooed the white bird away, with her hand, but it stood unmoving. She was briefly reminded of Hedwig before standing up to forcibly make the bird move, she swung her hand at it, hoping the closeness of her would scare it off, "GET OUT!!" she screamed. It flew up and around her head a few times before landing on her arm, nuzzling her cheek softly before flying into the distance. Ginny drew her hands together over her eyes as she collapsed and silently shook a lifetime of sorrows out of her soul. Ginny lay down in the middle of her sobs to drift in and out of reality.

She was startled awake by a heavy thumping close to her. A sort of mushing sound, like when Fred and George would throw gelatin at each other, and if you didn't bother to look where you were walking you would accidentally step in a gob of it. Yes, she confirmed that's exactly what it sounded like before closing her eyes once more.

'Wait… what?' she sat up abruptly, 'that can't possibly be the source of the noise!! Ginny, you're loosing your marbles girl!' She crouched low and looked around her spotting a very tall, cloaked man stomping around the forest.

'Well, that's quite odd, isn't it?' He was looking for something. She heard voices from behind him but could not hear what they had said; she could, however, hear his response quite clearly. For at the very moment that he opened his mouth to speak he looked straight at her. She saw his Death-Eater mask very clearly and visibly winced as she listened for what he would say.

"I CAN'T FIND HER! I DON'T THINK SHE'S HERE!!" he had screamed back at his clan before marching directly towards her. She scrambled to her feet, backing away from him slowly as he approached her. The man grabbed her arm and placed an object in her palm, closing it for her and looking up at her face. Then, he simply said,

"Run." When she did not move, he pushed her, "run." He urged her to move and before she could even decipher what was happening she ran as fast as she could from him, into the depths of the forest. Her feet galloped wildly through the barren forest, tripping on dead roots and fallen branches. She further and deeper into unknown territory until she could not see anymore, the sun had set and she was rendered utterly helpless, and in the dark. Suddenly remembering why her palm was clutched so tightly she lifted up the object to her eyes and felt its edges with her other hand, trying to discern what it could possibly be. Her soft fingertips rubbed at the smooth metal pendant, and felt the fine chain it dangled on.

'A necklace?' she pondered. 'What the fuck kind of relevance does this have to anything at all!?" Her heart sped up as she felt the impossible feeling of him. His closeness.

"Hello, sweet young blood-traitor" Ginny felt the air sweep clean from her lungs, "it seems that, even in death, I have a tight following. You see, Harry has not yet found the last bits of my soul. And, my dear, I am quite talented with Occlumency, so it seems as though I have not lost all of my followers yet. As for Harry, he has lost almost everyone. He's loosing hope and will soon find that he has lost you too. What a pity!" She heard his revolting snicker in her head before speaking aloud,

"So, you're going to kill me?"

"No. I am going to use you. We've been after you for quite some time."

"What? I am nothing but a girl. Harry doesn't even love me like that anymore!"

"Exactly. You are a girl... in fact, you're the first female Weasley descendant in seven generations. Don't you find that intriguing?"

"No, I don't find it intriguing! I find it very frustrating." She defended through ground teeth.

"Why's that Weasel? Can't rough around with your brothers in the dirt behind your sad little shack? Your filthy mother won't let you partake in their games? Are you quite lonely?" Ginny turned around to see Blaise Zambini staring down at her, arms crossed, and very huge looking... the muscular sort of huge... the frightening sort of huge.

"Take her." The Dark Lord spoke, or rather, thought into Blaise and Ginny's minds. Zambini grabbed her by her upper arm and pulled her roughly through the woods. She felt Voldemort's presence leave just before her assailant dropped her to the ground, and crouched down next to her.

"I thought I told you to run."

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So, yeah. Got a pretty good response to the first chapter. Most people were "intrigued" or "interested"... is this because I am mysterious, or because my plot is so confusing, even I don't know what's what?! ... just kidding. I know what's going on... i think? maybe? Ok, so whatever, I guess this is a cliffy sort of ending, but oh well! and PS. I bet you're all sick of my comma use, but I like poetry. And I suppose that writing dramatically intense sentences is absolutely impossible for me!