Hey, so I need a beta, and as this is my first story, I have no idea what to do to get one

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Hey, so I need a beta, and as this is my first story, I have no idea what to do to get one. Want to be my beta? Let me know and do whatever magic you do to become it. Also I forgot to mention last chapter that this is an alternate universe, sorry to those of you who were confuzzled. Anyways, I'll stop being boring and you all can read on!

Disclaimer: … By the way I don't own any of this expect the big men and Heather… who I don't like anyway…

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Tomorrow would be the day Ginerva would leave. She would say good-bye to those she loved and head off to the evil king himself. Her mother had flipped through her closet yesterday, and, finding nothing suitable for the ball; had gone out with the few galleons they had to get the fabric to make one. Ginny had run to the woods to seek refuge today and as she walked home she was as filthy as ever. If the king wanted to see her, she thought, he'd see her the way she really was, always filthy, maybe then he wouldn't take a liking to her and she could come home.

Her mother had had a fit when she walked through the door at lunchtime. "Ginerva Molly Weasley can you really not keep yourself clean? Is it really that difficult to be like other girls, and stay inside?!" And Ginny did not retort though she was boiling under the surface. She knew this was not the time to get in an argument with her mother. Instead, she just hung her head low and pretended to be ashamed.

"Now go upstairs and wash yourself." Ginny's head shot up in surprise, they had just had a tub warm water last week, they didn't have the money for another one until her father got his paycheck from Mr. Fudge next week.

"But I thought…last week… cold water?" Ginny's words cam out in a jumble as she tried to figure out what to say to her mother.

Her mother looked at her confused for a moment before saying, "Don't worry dear, we have you covered." She ushered Ginny upstairs and pushed her into the washroom while she said, "In you go, now." And shut the door, leaving a warm tub of water and a very confused girl in her wake.

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The dress fit perfectly, it showed off Ginny's thought-to-be non-existent curves and it's shimmering golden materiel was heaven to the touch. As he mother sat back and appreciated her work, Ginny sneered at her reflection in the mirror. She despised it and all it's beauty, it should have been ugly, then she could have come home from the horrible place she was being taken to without a second glance from the king.

Catching her daughter's look Molly said, "Darling, you look gorgeous." Ginny's upper lip raised even higher at this and Molly tried another tactic. "Ginny it hasn't only been a hard time for you, all of us are upset and want you at home. How else are we going to get our extra food if you're not here tending to your garden, none of the rest of us know how to do anything out there."

Ginny gave up the sneer and sighed. Her family needed her and she was being taken away by Satan himself, life was so unfair. "Come now Ginny," Molly said, pulling her daughters arm. "Let's do your hair." Ginny's mother's face was cheery but her voice sounded otherwise while she pushed her daughter into a chair.

A while later Molly had curled Ginny's hair into a masterpiece and forced a small amount of perfume on her, switching her glance from her daughter to the sun-dial, she jumped. They only had a couple of minutes. Pulling Ginny up she embraced her daughter telling herself not to cry or she'd ruin the dress. "Oh Ginny," she said, "Don't you worry, do a little of your crazy magic and you'll be back here tomorrow." She tried to reassure herself of this as well.

There was a sharp knock at the door and Molly let go of Ginny to run to it. After she opened it, three black-cloaked men quickly stepped into the room. "The bags?" the biggest of them asked. Molly pointed to the one package Ginny had, sitting in the corner carrying all of Ginny's belongings. One of the men picked it u p and carried it out the door.

"The girl?" The big man asked.

"Let us say goodbye." Pleaded Molly and the man inclined his head sharply. Running to the foot of the stairs, Molly called the boys downstairs as Ginny stepped into the room. She said goodbye to all seven of her brothers and -coming to the end of the line- noticed her father wasn't there.

"Mr. Fudge wouldn't let him off." Said Molly with a watery smile. "But don't you worry, if you do your mischief you'll see him tomorrow."

She tried to give her daughter a wink but it came out as more of a painful grimace to all those around her. She was about to embrace her daughter one last time when the men grabbed Ginny and pulled her out of the house. Dragging her down the walkway, they made their way to where they could apperate back to the castle.

Ginny fought them with all her might, suddenly terrified, wanting to run back inside her home and never leave again. She looked over her shoulder and saw all her brothers with grim faces and her mother sobbing into Charlie's shoulder.

Molly looked up for her daughter at Charlie's squeeze and saw one tear drop fall from Ginny's brown eyes to her porcelain cheek before she vanished.

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Before Ginny was beautiful stone castle. It covered over 100 acres and seemed to be built into the mountains around it, rising up to great heights. It took Ginny's breath away. The two men kept pulling her arms out of her sockets, not paying attention to the sight before them.

She tried to show them it's beauty, but they ignored her and kept moving forward. Ginny dug her golden flats into the ground, probably ruining the heel of them and tugged with all her might against the men. "Listen to me!" She screamed. Both turned and looked at her, surprised.

They were in a garden now, women all around them stopped their chatter and games at her outburst. The gardeners had stopped their work all to look, astounded, at the girl. The men loosened their grip on Ginny forgetting that she had struggled the entire way there and she slipped out of their grasp, pulling off her shoes at the same time. Sprinting off she knew they could never catch her now, she was the fastest thing on two feet.

She tried to remember the way out of the grounds, but she had been busy staring at the castle to focus on it. Taking a guess she turned into one of the many castle walkways… and smacking into something hard, pushing it over, it fell to the ground, taking it with her.

As she fell she heard a scream that sounded strangely like a banshee and she was sure it wasn't her. She landed on the thing with a thud rolled off of it, hopping up and getting ready to run again when the two men came huffing and puffing around the corner.

'They finally caught up,' she thought with a smirk. They immediately grabbed her. She struggled and fought but their hands held her arms in a vice grip behind her back, their heads bowed, and she felt like laughing at their odd behavior. Were they bowing to her, or asking her forgiveness?

"Oh Tom!" she heard from in front of her and whipped her head around to see a small and dainty -'but fake' she added to herself- girl in front of her crouching on a body on the ground.

'That's what I hit.' Ginny thought and cursed the man on the ground for ruining her escape. "I think he's dead!" The girl shouted looking at the men with wide eyes, and then narrowing her eyes at Ginny as if it was her fault. Ginny just stared back. They stayed like that for a second before the 'dead man's' arms shot out and grabbed the girl who gave a surprised yelp, pulling her to their chest. "Oh Heather, I hope your not hurt, I'd be worried all day about you."

Giggling Heather slapped 'Tom's' shoulder and he rolled onto her, supporting himself in a push up stance. Ginny stared surprised they were doing this in public. She looked at the men behind her expecting them to be as surprised as her, but they were still staring at the ground as if their shoes were really interesting.

Suddenly Heather glanced at them and the man turned to look at them, as if still surprised they were still there.

Ginny stifled a gasp as she saw his beautiful face, she was immediately jealous of this girl. She got to be with this handsome man when Ginny had to go to chubby waist forty-year-old King who was a pedophile in calling all ladies in the eligible ages to his court. Rolling off Heather, Tom looked at them his mood suddenly changed.

"Heather leave us." He told to the girl next to him, and looking hurt she got up and curtsied to him, leaving. Of course as she turned the corner she sent Ginny a hate-filled glare and then she was gone. Tom climbed back onto his feet and stared at her with ice cold eyes. "No bow?" He asked, "No begging forgiveness?" He raised an eyebrow. "Now who are you to treat the king that way Miss…?"

It took a minute to process what he was saying, but suddenly Ginny went rigid in the arms of the men that held her. 'The King?' She thought to herself. 'Impossible, he was supposed to be some nasty old man she could fool easily. And quickly her fear went to the famous Weasley temper. How dare her think her low enough to bow before the likes of him. He was an evil monster who was ruining their country.

"Ginerva Weasley." She stated in her most venomous voice as he stepped closer and closer to her.

"Ah," He said when he was mere inches away. He traced a finger along her cheek and she just glared at him. "One of the famous Weasley bunch." What was that supposed to mean? She thought and felt her face start to go red with fury. She hated him. No matter what her first thoughts were, this man would die at her hands before he ever touched her like a husband would. She was going home tomorrow if she had anything to say about it.

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