Author's Notes:

As always, thank you for the reviews!

Disclaimer: I am NOT JKR! Only the story plot and some yet unknown characters are mine!

Key:

-animal speak-

Parceltoungue

Now, Chapter Three!


Chap 3

Voldemort looked up immediately, and for a moment Ginny could feel her father's presence in her mind, and quickly saw a replay of the past half hour. Then he withdrew and penetrated everyone's mind.

EVERYONE! He practically mind-screamed, Find the boy and his kidnaper! I want the potter-boy alive, but kill any intruders on sight!

Everyone flinched from the loud sounds in their minds, then sprinted to the various doorways, eager to serve their master. In a few seconds, only Voldemort and Ginny remained.

"Father, what would you have me do?" asked Ginny, knowing her orders would be different from the lowly death eaters.

"You will go to the vampire camp tomorrow, child" said Voldemort, "But for now, I do not require your services. When the boy is found, and the intruder punished, I will call for you, go to your room." Ginny felt surprise and then resentment bubble inside of her.

"Very well, father," Said Ginny, pushing down her emotions, and the anger that came with his use of the word 'child', "I will do as you wish, but I do not think it wise to send your only competent hunter into hiding when you are searching for something." With that, Ginny turned her back and glided out of the room, head held high.

As Ginny walked the well-known path to her chambers, she angrily though back on what had just occurred. Potter is missing and he sends me to hide with the vampires! Ginny knew it was childish, but she had thought her father might allow her to lead the search for the missing prisoner, after all, he was her responsibility.

Ginny held on to her annoyance the entire walk back to her rooms, but upon getting there, she was greeted by the sight of her three familiars, who instantly calmed her down.

Silva, a silver and black python, who was the daughter of Nagini, quickly slithered up to her preferred place on Ginny's waist. Then, using her powers as a Siberian Night Serpent (which were incredibly rare as only three could exist at one time), she covered Ginny in a silver aura, which relived her of stress.

Celeste, a royal Dark Phoenix, flew to his spot on Ginny's shoulder, and sang a short trill that eased Ginny's mid. He was a beautiful bird, black, with penetrating silver eyes, and pure white flecks speckled across his wings.

Umbra, a young shadow panther, *shaded* into her arms, something that was only possible because she was a kitten now, and only weighed about a pound. When she was full grown, which would be in about three years, she would magnify Ginny's power, and grow to about three feet tall and four feet long.

Ginny gave a rare smile, and swept over to her large queen-sized bed. As she sat, she sunk into her light green comforter, and looked around the room. It was large, with crème coloured walls. On the wall directly across from the door were two large oak-lined windows, showing a view of the manor's extensive gardens. Each window had a dark green window seat which matched the rest of the cushions in the room. The walls were lined with tall, oak bookshelves, which stopped around a huge, marble fireplace. In front of the fireplace stood two, comfortable dark green couches, and one armchair. On the wall across from the fireplace stood Ginny's oak bed, and matching bedside tables. There were two doors on the wall with Ginny's bed, one lead to a large bathroom, complete with a huge bathtub and shower. The other lead to Ginny's training room, which was also connected to her father's throne room. Ginny absolutely loved her room.

-Sleep now, kit,- said Umbra, -you must be tired.-

Yes, continued Silva, you must be prepared for whatever tomorrow brings, and you've been up since four this morning. Ginny yawned in agreement with her familiars, before quickly changing into a tank-top and pajama shorts and falling into bed.


Voldemort grinned. All of his search parties had come back empty-handed. Everything was going to plan. Now, because Potter was safely relocated, he could torture the boy without his screams reverberating in his manor, and drawing any traitor's attention. Even his most loyal Death Eaters knew nothing of the dungeon where he had sent the boy, and there would be no chance of a rescue attempt. It also put a stop to his daughter's meetings with the Potter boy, and saved him from the love-struck behavior of Ginevra. The girl would go train with the vampire clan, and because of her vampire decent, she would fit in nicely, and have no chance to discover he was still imprisoning Potter. Yes, everything was coming along nicely.


Author's Notes:

This isn't my best chapter, and I'm sorry for the short length and boringness, but I needed something to transition on! Forgive me, and please review!

And, to answer any questions, Ginny is NOT a vampire, she just is descended from one, and her gifts emerged from being the seventh child of a family, and the first daughter in seven centuries. In case you were wondering, Ginny's ability to talk to and understand any animal is one of her gifts!

The booky, out!