Ginny married Voldemort and she was content. She ruled with Tom. The deatheaters treated her with respect. For the first time in her life, Ginny was respected, even feared.
"My dear," Voldemort said. "You rule with Satan on a throne in hell. You have the power people only dream of. What do you think of it?"
"It's all I ever dreamed of Tom. Thank you, love." Ginny cooed.
Two months after their marriage, Ginny found out that she was pregnant. She was so proud. When she told Tom, he picked her up, spun her around, and kissed her lips.
"Think of it… The heir to the Riddle line. Salazar Slytherin's blood line will never die! Dearest, I am ready. I will face Potter." Voldemort growled.
"Dear NO! Please… not now. Can't you just be happy that you will have a son?" Ginny pleaded.
"You still have feelings for the boy!" Tom shouted. He roared and smashed a table with his fist. He pinned Ginny to the wall by her throat. "My deatheaters cannot have a queen with mixed loyalties. You're either with me… or you die."
"Do not threaten me…" Ginny hissed, whipping out her wand. "I am your wife! And I have never wavered in that decision."
Voldemort let go of her looking shocked.
"Fine. I will wait. But, only long enough so that I know that my wife and son will be safe." he spat.
Months went by and you could start to see that Ginny was breeding. But, she lost none of the evil that she had when she first married Voldemort. One day, Ginny was sitting, looking out at the scenery, with her hands resting on her stomach. Tom came up behind her and turned her around with his hands clamped down on her shoulders.
"I don't care what you say. I've waited long enough. I will get Potter!" Tom shouted.
"Alright… I won't stop you. But, what if we waited… maybe our son will have powers…" Ginny started, her words cut short by Voldemort's scream of fury.
"Ginevra! This infuriates me! You keep on stalling. I think that there's something you're not telling me."
"You're right Tom." Ginny said cooly. "There is something I'm not telling you. It's that I care about my husband and I would like to be there when he achieves his greatest victory!" her voice rose from a whisper to a scream.
Voldemort screamed and slammed his fist against the wall. Then, he stormed out of the room.
"Harry, you could've saved me. Why didn't you kill Voldemort when you had the chance?" Ginny asked accusingly.
"I told you not to come." Harry cried. "I'm sorry…so…so sorry."
"Harry! Mate! Wake up!" Ron shouted, slapping him.
Harry sat up, leaned against Ron and started to sob. He let all of his feelings out in a rush of tears.
"I did it, I lost her! All… all my fault…" Harry choked, soaking Ron's shirt.
"It's not your fault mate. It's his. That's why you have to fight him and get my sister…back." Ron said as he cried into Harry's shoulder.
"Why?" Ron asked. "How and why?"
"How?" Harry answered. "By making her see the part of him she loves. Tom Riddle. Why? She was an important pawn to get to me last time…I guess he knows what works."
Hermione came in just then, saw them huddled together, and sat by them.
"Mrs. Weasley says that breakfast is ready…If you're hungry.." Her voice faded away as she put her hands on their shoulders. "We'll get her back. Don't worry. We will."