The ensuing days after Ginny had been moved to the cell with Homar had been interesting. Homar had resurrected Ginny's strength and personality because he was just so bloody difficult. At first he wouldn't tell her anything claiming that it could piss off the death eaters, Ginny instinctively knew that he liked being in control. It took a day or two but Ginny eventually learned the highlights of the past two years. She learned that the Order had gained considerable strength since she had been captured and had now launched a full-fledged rebellion against the ministry and against Voldemort. Her parents, Percy and the twins had all been killed in a battle at Hogwarts before she was captured, but she was relieved to know no other family members had been killed.

"Who is leading the order now?" Ginny demanded upon hearing of the Order's resurgence.

"Kingsley," Homar replied as he looked at a scrap of newspaper intently.

"That's good, he's very capable and very experienced. Voldemort will have a tough adversary in Kingsley." Ginny noted as she paced around the cell.

"That's all well and good but really must you use his name?" Homar grimaced.

"No, I suppose I don't, but we're stuck in here as it is. Might as well face the beast who put us here, not much worse things could happen to us." Ginny gave a sad smile.

Homar looked at her sourly. "I'll be getting out eventually," he grumbled.

"I've been here two years, why are you so sure you'll be getting out soon?" Ginny asked him.

"I'm not a complete traitor just a proper newsman," Homar retorted.

"Well excuse me you uppity git," Ginny spat.

"You're excused," Homar drawled to the distaste of Ginny.

X

"Blood traitor come to the gate." A gruff voice called to them.

"Which one of us? All of us are blood traitors here." Homar retorted rudely. Ginny was shocked; everyone was afraid of death eaters. No one not even she was brave enough to speak like that to them. Ginny didn't have much time to contemplate it because the Death Eater came into the cell and bound Ginny with cords before backhanding Homar. Homar spun and hit his head on the brick wall. The Death Eater turned away from him and grabbed Ginny by her hair and threw her into the corridor. The Death Eater blindfolded her again despite Ginny's protests and roughly led her into the main house. It seemed that they walked at least a half a mile before he took off the blindfold again. Ginny was in front of a small door when she next was able to see.

"Prisoner you are to look presentable before going to the Dark Lord and your stench is unbearable. There is a shower I will stand guard out here; you have twenty minutes make the best of it. There are fresh clothes in the closet, you shall meet with the dark lord after you have bathed." The Death Eater pushed Ginny in through the door. Ginny trembled, she occasionally heard the death eaters talk about comfort women or prisoners that were forced into sexual slavery. Ginny almost didn't want to bathe but she decided that she'd rather not endure her hands being put on hot coals anymore. Ginny then stripped her clothes and used the bar of soap that was in the shower stall. The water was warm and Ginny was able to wash most of the grit off her body. When she was finished she went into the closet and pulled out a clearly worn dress but put it on nonetheless. It too was made of cotton but it also covered everything; the dress had long sleeves that were too big for Ginny so she had to roll them up. When she just finished combing out her wet tangled hair there was a harsh rap on the door and the masked death eater came in grabbed her by the arm and took her to a ballroom. The room itself was huge it looked about 200m x 200m but it was sparse, with the exception of a throne in the middle and the person on the throne. Voldemort was hooded and cloaked but Ginny knew who he was.

"Prisoner; people beneath me kneel in my palace." Voldemort commanded.

Ginny moved to kneel but suddenly Ginny remembered that Voldemort had a temper. She decided to use this to her advantage. She looked the wraith in the eye as she said, "I'm in no way beneath you."

This retort earned a bout of the Cruciatus curse and a backhand from the death eater who brought her in. Ginny did not scream at all when the curse hit her. Two years experience and damaged nerves allowed her such luxury.

"Now prisoner I have several pictures of your family you will identify them and then you will tell me everything you know about them and their role in the Order." He held up a picture of Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. "Who are they and tell me everything you know and what is their place in the order?"

"That would be Donny Bonnie and Royce Rillies. They're death eater supporters I suppose you could ask one of your minions" Ginny laughed as he applied the Cruciatus curse again.

"No games bloodtraitor, I will not hesitate to torture you again and again and again." Ginny inwardly groaned because she had hoped baiting him might have pushed him to kill her. This was not to be the case.

Ginny was tortured and interrogated for several hours before she was thrown back into her cell with an expectant Homar lounging on his bed. Ginny fell into her bed facedown.

"Well you look. Well you look kind of happy for someone who has been tortured." Homar exclaimed disgustedly. "The Death Eater outside our cell was ranting about how his friend Macnair, he said his name was I believe; got to see you get tortured by the Dark Lord himself and he did not." Ginny snorted and Homar raised his eyebrow.

"That was not Voldemort. I have been crucio'd by Voldemort in a battle once and it was so painful I was rendered temporarily paralyzed by it. So I' am comfortably walking which means that was not Voldemort and apparently he couldn't be bothered to interrogate me himself. Much to my everlasting disappointment, I almost wish he would so he could kill me himself." Ginny took a deep breath "So what did you do while I was being crucio'd by an incompetent wizard?" Ginny asked Homar.

"I was whipped; quite honestly I don't know why they desire me here I know nothing about the Order." He looked at her spitefully "You do but you won't tell them" he accused.

"I don't know anything that'd help them. I wiped my own memory soon after coming here so I didn't have anything to give away. All of the people I consider family are either dead or in the order. When I took the Order memories out of my mind I took all hope regarding this war and my situation out of my mind as well. I wish they'd kill me for the lack of information I have just to put me out of my misery." Ginny explained. She lay on her bed with her face towards the wall so she could ignore him, her hopes slight flare of hope that her misery might end had been crushed and she didn't want him privy to that pain. What she did not see was his antagonistic glare fade and become one of sympathy.

X

The next morning Ginny awoke to a plate of food near her bed. As far as Ginny had ever experienced Death Eaters never moved a plate of food to her bed and never did they give double portions.

"Homar you do know once they find out you've been giving me all this food they'll force some down your throat. I have tried starving to death before and death eaters shoving food down your throat is not a pleasant experience." Ginny told him informatively.

"I'm tired of looking at you so skinny and deprived, consider it a white flag. I've been a little rude" At this Ginny cocked an eyebrow but took the plate nonetheless.

"You forgot a little obnoxious as well." Ginny teased as she smiled. Homar looked at her quizzically for a moment before he snorted and returned the smile.

"So Gryffindor?" Homar offered. Ginny peered at him over her plate for moment. Ginny thought he was a strange sort of fellow to be so calm for being in a prison for the foreseeable future. It was at that moment that she really looked at his eyes. Ginny was struck by the knowledge that she had seen him before but she could not place him. She replied to his question but still tried to place where she knew him from.

X

"Boy I am here for your interrogation its time to come now." Ginny squeezed his hand as he walked by. He looked a little bewildered at her gesture but it was quickly wiped from his features as he was grabbed by the Death Eater and thrown into the corridor. Her cell door closed with a loud clang as he was led out. Ginny finished her meal and fell into a fitful sleep.

There was something chasing her but she didn't know who or what. She was vaguely aware of her surroundings which seemed to be a dense dank cave. She was led by a strange hissing noise which ushered her towards a circular door she felt her lips move of their own accord. They emitted a strange hissing noise which she understood opening the door before her and the snakes emblazoned on the door moved as it opened and the door clanged open.

Ginny awoke due to the noise of her cell door opening and a bloody unconscious Homar was brought in. Ginny ran the tap a little bit and ripped the hem of her dress so that quite a bit of fabric came off and left the dress to end at her knees. She then ripped off another tiny piece of the excess fabric and held it his forehead. He awoke with a start his grey eyes questioning her closeness.

"They beat you unconscious and dragged you here. Where did they bleed you?" Ginny asked him.

"They whipped my back and reopened the wounds from yesterday. " He told her putting his head in his hands. Ginny knew from experience he was feeling dizzy. She ripped off some more strips of the dress she was wearing and soaked them in the water filled plate she had used for breakfast. She lifted up his shirt and dabbed at the wounds. Homar hissed in annoyance and pain.

Ginny noticed his toned muscles on his back despite the gory wounds covering it. She smiled with pleasure knowing it may be the last time she could look at something like that. He hissed in sudden pain again when she dabbed a little too hard due to her inability to concentrate.

"Some conversation would be nice you know." He hinted not so subtly.

"Ok what's with your name?" Ginny asked

"What do you mean what's with my name?"

"Homar, its not a common name even among wizard kind." Ginny replied as she continued to dab at his wounds.

"Well I was named after some bloody muggle writer but they spelled my name wrong so I ended up with an a instead of an e." He chuckled at the mistake then hissed at his wounds re- opening due to the abrupt movement.

"Ugh, why don't you tell me about your family, what were your siblings like?" He asked her. Ginny might have teased him for wanting to know more about her family but she knew he was in an extreme amount of pain so she bypassed the urge.

"Well Bill was much older than I am so I didn't know him all too well. Charlie, well he studied dragons and always tried to get me interested but I was a little too young to understand. He was always nice to me especially when Percy'd be a prat to me. Fred and George were my favorite though they'd play pranks and were the most fun. And Ron well he was busy with saving the world with his friends and he was the one I haven't seen in over four years. I hope he comes back even if Harry's dead, I can see him putting together an effective rebellion; with some help from Moody and Kingsley of course, after what happened. I dunno what do you want to know?" Ginny asked now slowly bandaging his wounds now.

"You knew the Golden trio?" He asked incredulously.

"I dated Harry Potter at one point but he went off and left me behind to suffer through this. Hermione was one of the most knowledgeable witches I ever knew, her nose was almost always in a book. Ron well he was a prat but he helped relieve tension I think, and he was very brave."

"You think they're still alive?" He asked. Ginny was nearly done with his bandages.

"I don't know. I can't remember much about them. It seems any memories I had that were intermingled with significant memories of the war are lost to me. Unfortunately most of those memories are my memories of Ron. But if they are I really do hope that they haven't gone through what I have and if they have I sincerely hope they're dead."

"You wish to die?" He asked seriously.

"Everyday. Everyone I know is pretty much dead so I imagine the afterlife holds more for me than this life does." Ginny told him seriously. Ginny finished the rest of her work in silence. While working she tried to remember more about Ron and summoned a few pleasant childhood memories.

When she was finished with Homar's bandages when she next spoke. "Your bandages are done. If they hold off on the whips even for a day they should have healed reasonably. I'm going to go to sleep because I haven't gotten used to the feeling of a bed yet and I just need to sleep." She went to sleep where hazy dreams overtook her.

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I don't own anything but the plot goes for all chapters of this fic. Also I' am going back and re-editing major portions of this fic because there are some major continuity errors. I see them and I'm going to get to them when I can. Thanks for your patience and remember to review