The red had giggles, her eyes gleaming as she took in the struggling almost man before her. Her magic had him stuck on the bed, his clothing torn from him leaving his perfect form fully open to her.
Mine, all mine
She giggled again as he struggled harder, silly boy he was hers.
"Please Ginny, don't do this," Harry begged his face white in fright.
"Oh Harry, your mine now, i'm your wife. And I'm going to have your children, not that you'll have anything to do with them. The ministry going to keep you busy. After all, you want to do what they say... after all its the only time your magics free," Ginny purred as she slipped out of her wedding dress.
Harry lay still eyes closed, and Ginny hoped she hadn't broken him, after all he was still needed for his job.
"That's right, come to mama," Ginny smirked leaning forward.
At that moment his eyes snapped open and she paused, his beautiful green eyes were indigo in colour.
"No, no.. this is my life," Harry said, something inside him he knew was broken.
"Die bitch," Harry snarled.
Ginny could only scream as indigo strange flames ripped through her body and out her mouth. Harry could only watch in anger and shock as his 'wife' died horrifically in front of him, the flames soon burning the room around him and the ties no longer supported by magic slipped off.
Quickly he grabbed clothing, clothing Ginny wasn't forcing on him. Looking at his right wrist he sighed seeing the glowing tattoo there, so the flame was definitely not magical.
Without another word of thought he left the home of the girl that thought she could claim him like a toy, a smirk spread across his face. He didn't know if he'd live through today, but he'd burn these slavers to the ground and regain his freedom.
END