WARNING: Nongraphic rape ahead. If this bothers you, go away.

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The circle stirred restlessly. Most of them were also figuring out who she was. Snape's mind raced. A Weasley? Why was she here? Another spy? Was, heaven forbid, she actually loyal? He maintained a disinterested stature, though, retaining his image as unflappable. It wouldn't do for him to be overly interested, even if this was unexpected.

"Silence!" Voldemort ordered, and the group quickly fell quiet. "I know what all of you are thinking." He began, circling around the girl to look at his minions. "Why would I let a Weasley, from one of the most prominent Light families in England, join our circle? Why would I even consider that she might be sincere about joining?" He turned back and stroked a finger along her cheek. She didn't flinch, but, from Snape's less than satisfactory view of her, seemed to be glaring at him instead. "Why indeed? Tell them, little Ginny, tell them why you will join my ranks and serve me."

"I hate you. Know that above all else, first. I hate you with every beat of my heart." Her voice was strong, though there seemed to be the tiniest waver behind it. She took a breath. "But I will serve you. I love the Light, but I'm not stupid. They can't win. They're already losing, even if they can't see it yet. I will join you, with the promise that when all of this is over, I and whatever is left of my family will get a little house somewhere and you will leave us the hell alone for the rest of our lives. That is the only reason I will join you."

Voldemort smiled. "And that, my girl, is what I shall give you. But first, I need to give you my Mark. I will show the world that you are my own." He moved forward, wand held at the ready. "Roll up your sleeve."

"Wait."

He stopped, glaring at her. "Oh, dear me... You're not changing your mind, are you, little Ginny?"

"No. Why would I do that? I'm just saying...I live in a dorm with three very nosy girls, and don't you think that my arm is a little obvious? I'm not asking not to get it, I'm asking for you to hide it on me."

"Hide it? Now that's an idea..." Voldemort mused quietly. He came to a decision and turned back to her. "Take off your clothes."

"My Lord?"

"Now!"

She didn't ask any more questions. She stripped off her clothes, hesitating slightly over taking off her under things. When the Dark Lord showed no indication of changing his mind, she pulled off those, too, tossing them lightly in the pile. She stood, completely naked, gooseflesh rising up on her arms. She stood proudly, though, and didn't make any moves to cover herself. Snape admired her for her pride, forcing himself not to think about her body. She was his student, for crying out loud. A mere sixth year, less than half his age. But as much as he didn't want to think about her body, he knew the Dark Lord was, and this could not end well for the little girl.

Snape, unfortunately, was right. The Dark Lord ordered her to the ground, following her there. He forced himself into her, completely ignoring her gasp and her quiet whimpers of pain. Dear Merlin, Severus thought, she's probably still a virgin, too. But there was nothing he could do. He simply closed his eyes and willed himself not to hear the sounds that were coming from the pair.

It eventually ended, and Severus could dare to open his eyes again. It sickened him. Where she had proudly stood less than fifteen minutes ago, she now lay shivering naked on the ground, with a small pool of blood in between her legs and one or two tears on her cheeks. Voldemort smiled cruelly, showing a sadistic glint in his red eyes. "You are mine once again, little Ginny." He hissed to her. "Wormtail!" He snapped. "Come forward."

The rat crept forward as bidden. "Master?"

"Hold out your arm, Wormtail."

He did as told. Voldemort pulled aback his sleeve and stroked the mark there. It burned in all of the followers. Ginny doubled over, clutching her abdomen like the rest of them were doing to their arms. "This is what it feels like when I summon you." He hissed. "You will get to me any possible way the moment I call you, understood?" "Yes, My Lord." She wheezed. "I will do as you command."

"Good girl." He smiled again, then turned to the rest of his circle. "Understand this: There is to be no change in how you treat this girl, or her family. Any of you. If she is found out, it will lose me a very, VERY valuable tool. And I will not be pleased. And you know what happens when I am not pleased." He spun quickly, bellowing "CRUCIO!" at the first person to be so unlucky as to be at this wand tip. He held it for almost a full minute before breaking it off, leaving the victim twitching and screaming on the ground. "Understood?" The circle murmured its assent, some nodding vigorously, others (probably new recruits) frozen in fear. "Good. You are dismissed." The circle disbanded quickly, apparating away. Snape hesitated momentarily, looking at the petite redhead staggering to her feet, before he too disappeared with a pop.