A/N: I don't even have an excuse. Recently, I've quite actively gotten into Drarry. I love reading it and I think the pairing makes so much sense. I've been reading a lot, and I realized that some of these authors are amazing! Their writing really evokes emotions and I can honestly say that some of these fanfics have changed my life. But as a fanfic writer myself, it was somewhat disheartening to see how good they were. My writing would never be as good as theirs! It took me a while to realize that that didn't matter. I write because I want to and its something I enjoy doing. If other people like my stuff then that's an added bonus and they deserve my dedication, right? So, I can't promise that I'll update every week (though I do hope to write several chapters tonight) but I can promise that I won't abandon this story. I might take extended breaks to find the direction that I want this story to go in but I have every intention of seeing this story to completion. Ok, not even sure if people will read this ridiculous authors note but really thank you! From the bottom of my heart! Reviews are appreciated!

PS- I apologize in advance for the badness of this chapter. My writing's pretty rusty.

Chapter 4: What Now?

Ginny kneeled in quiet shock, too numb to care about the blood seeping out of the many wounds on her body. Too numb to care about the screams of the muggleborn children in the next room. Too numb to care about anything but her father's actions.

"Ah Miss Weasley, your passion and confidence was admirable. The faith you had in your father and the light side is a quality that I have always looked for in my followers. It is a shame you were wrong…so very wrong." Voldemort whispered, crouching down to where Ginny was kneeling.

She refused to look up and meet his eye. She couldn't believe what he had just told her, she wouldn't. No way would her father sacrifice all the lives of the ministry workers just to get her back. How could he turn over hundreds of wizards just so her insignificant, young life could be spared?

"I don't believe you. You're lying to me. Stop playing these mind games with me!" She sobbed, her whole body quivering.

"My Hadrian was right. You don't understand what a parent would do out of desperation. Mm I really wish I had had chance to play with you. I've always enjoyed taming strong-willed girls. Well, I'm sure I can delay your return home by a few hours…" He trailed off smugly, running his hand down her neck and into her shirt. And she couldn't even bring herself to care; she let him.

Ginny jolted awake with a small scream. She sat up and rubbed the cold sweat from her face before running to bathroom. She lunged for the toilet, dry-heaving violently. Her empty stomach churned and rumbled angrily. She shakily pushed herself off the ground, and walked over to the sink, splashing her face with water. Ginny shuddered from the fresh memory of the nightmare and studied her reflection in the mirror. What she saw only made her wince more.

She had a dark bruise developing rapidly underneath her eye. Her eyes were bloodshot and sunken in. And if she were being honest with herself, she'd admit that she strongly resembled a ghost at Hogwarts. Perhaps only a tiny bit better than Moaning Myrtle. She wondered if she'd ever be able to look like herself again in this place.

Ginny sighed heavily before leaving the bathroom and crawling back into bed. She was surprised when she began tearing up once more; she thought she had cried away all her tears last night. She noticed the picture of Hadrian and his mother lying next to her and carefully placed it back in the drawer, last night's questions popping back into her mind.

Who was she? How could this woman, who managed to look so pleasant and warm, have been with the Dark Lord? Ginny had so many questions for the woman who raised Hadrian, her dark and mysterious savior, questions she would never be able to ask. She wondered if the ministry even knew that Voldemort had a son. If her father did know, then it was a very well-kept secret.

Ginny growled in frustration, angrily brushing her tears away. What was she supposed to do now? Was she supposed to live here forever? Until the war was over? Were they just stalling her death? Ginny regretted the relief she felt when Hadrian stopped her execution. At least I would've been dead by now. But now, I just have to wait, and I don't even know what I'm waiting for…

She got out of bed and began pacing, muttering quietly to herself. Her eyes flitted around, taking in all her surroundings. She stopped when her eyes came to rest on the window. It was huge, overlooking the vast immaculate lawn. She could see the high walls surrounding the property. Ginny's heart sped up as she began to form a plan in her head.

I've always been a good climber…perhaps I could climb that tree and jump over the wall. I've watched the twins apparate enough times, I might be able to do it. I have to at least try! she thought, desperately. Ginny slowly approached the window. It would be a long way down but maybe she'd be able to use wandless magic to land gently. Or maybe the fall would kill her…that would be better than living as a prisoner to this evil man.

Dread filled her stomach as she thought about her family, her friends, her father. She didn't know what they would think of her plan. Would they be disappointed that she gave up?

But I'm not! I want control of my life, I don't my life to be controlled by him. I don't want to die but I don't want to live my life this way. This is the only solution I can think of. Silent tears fell down her face as she made up her mind. She curled her hand into a fist and punched through the glass without a second thought.

Ginny pulled her hand back with a small cry. She ignored the pain and blood and climbed up onto the windowsill. She looked down eagerly, ready to make her next move, and all she saw was…

Nothing.

The lawn had disappeared and now she was looking into a dark and empty closet. Ginny backed down in disbelief. What had happened?

Brooni apparated into the room and Ginny stumbled over in shock. She cried out when she caught herself with her injured hand.

"Oh Miss Weasley! Miss Weasley! What is happened to your hand?" Brooni cried frantically, trying to pull Ginny back up to her feet. "Why is this glass around?"

"I-I- can't. I don't kn-know!" Ginny wailed helplessly, allowing Brooni to pull her up and push her back into bed.

Brooni studied her hand and began to slowly pick pieces of glass out. Her eyes darted from the broken window back to Ginny's hand and comprehension dawned on her face. Ginny didn't say anything while Brooni worked on her hand, carefully cleaning and dressing it. She felt numb, there really wasn't anything she could do to leave this place now.

When Brooni finished with the bandage she held Ginny's hands tightly in her own. Ginny couldn't be sure but she thought she saw a stray tear or two fall off the end of the house-elf's long nose.

"My mistress was a prisoner just as much as Miss Weasley." Brooni said quietly, finally breaking the silence.

Ginny's head shot up at this comment and she studied Brooni's face for a moment. She would never understand what compelled her to do it but she grabbed the elf and held her tightly, crying into her small body. The elf rubbed her back gently until she finally succumbed to her exhaustion and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

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Ginny awoke with a groan, ignoring her smarting hand and pulling the blanket over herself to block out the light. Wait, light?

Ginny sat up fast, her head throbbing in protest. The window was back in place overlooking the lawn once more, a slight autumn breeze blowing the branches of the trees lightly. Ginny stood and made her way over to the window. She reached out hesitantly to touch it, half expecting it to vanish as soon as her fingers grazed the surface. But it felt exactly as a window should, and Ginny slid her fingers down the smooth, cool glass.

"It's a real window." Hadrian's quiet voice startling her back to awareness.

She turned slowly to look at him, taking in his features once again. He was as beautiful as she remembered. Hadrian was leaning casually against the doorframe. His stance gave off the appearance of casualness but she could see in the set of his jaw that he was angry.

She turned back to the window without a word and rested her bandaged hand against it again. She took a deep breath before turning back to him, willing herself to not back down at his angry gaze.

"I don't understand." She said, simply.

"What don't you understand, Ginevra? That you're a prisoner here? That we're not stupid enough to allow you to kill yourself?" Hadrian ground out, his eyes flashing dangerously. Ginny couldn't help it, she shrank back slightly at his obvious fury.

"I wasn't…" She tried to explain, wincing at the tremor she heard in her voice.

"What, you weren't trying to end your life by jumping out a window last night? Your hand just accidentally broke through the glass? Ha! We won't let you get away that easily." Hadrian barked, laughing mirthlessly.

"I wasn't trying to kill myself!" Ginny managed to say clearly. She saw Hadrian freeze in confusion.

"What?" He asked in a flat voice.

"I…well…I knew it was a possibility that I might die from the fall…but that's not what I wanted! I thought I'd be able to maybe perform some wandless magic to land softly. I wanted to escape! I was planning on climbing over the wall." She trailed off. Now that she was saying it out loud, she realized just how stupid her plan was.

Hadrian sighed, running his hand through his hair in frustration. He walked over to where she stood, and Ginny tried hard to remain still and not back away.

"I guess it was stupid. It wouldn't have worked, I was just too desperate." Ginny mumbled, her heart lurching at the truth of her words. Hadrian merely nodded and grabbed her hand.

"Desperation changes people. This place changes people. I've seen everything." Hadrian spoke slowly, a faraway look entering his eyes. He looked back down at her hand. "I can heal this properly for you."

Ginny smiled weakly, to show her thanks, and nodded. He removed the bandages from her hand gently. He lifted his wand but stopped abruptly.

Ginny inhaled sharply when Hadrian squeezed her hand hard. She tried to pull back but he held on tight.

"No…come. We must go and see the Dark Lord now." He said, pulling her roughly towards the door.

Ginny's stomach filled with dread and she knew that there would be no point protesting or fighting. Just another reminder of how others were controlling her life now.

"Don't speak unless spoken to. I won't be able to save your life a second time. I don't care how brave you think you are, he's the most powerful wizard of all time. He'll only spare your life so many times. Even if you are the Minister's daughter."

Ginny gritted her teeth in irritation. Even now she hated being referred to as the Minister's daughter.

"Behave yourself if you value your life. Judging by yesterday, clearly it doesn't mean much to you but I saved your life and I think you owe me before you off yourself." Hadrian stopped, and turned to her. "I don't know what you were thinking but please just follow my lead in front of my father. Please."

Whether it was because of who he was or how he was raised, Ginny had a feeling that he didn't plead with people too often. Clearly it was the last thing he wanted to be doing. She nodded and let her eyes fall to the floor again.

They continued walking until they reached the large black doors again. Ginny's began hyperventilating and her head began to spin again. Hadrian's grip on her tightened and she could have sworn she heard him mutter trust me under his breath before pushing the door open.

Hadrian pushed her through roughly and she stumbled to the ground, hitting her knees hard on the stone floor. She tried to right herself but Hadrian kept a hand on her head, keeping her down.

"My Lord, I must speak to you about the girl." He began, pulling her hair until she looked up at Voldemort.

She tried to avoid his glaring red eyes and took in the other occupants of the room. Lucius Malfoy was present; kneeling in front of Voldemort's thrown. He straightened with an uncomfortable look on his face when he noticed her stare.

She shivered violently when she noticed that the man who had tried to rape her was also in the room, Grant. He leered at her and Ginny immediately wanted to wrap her arms around herself. She wanted to hide her body from that man's disgusting gaze.

"Why? Is the young Weasley sick?" Voldemort drawled, smirking down at her.

"Look at her. Look at her hand." Hadrian stated harshly.

Ginny winced, knowing that he'd tell Voldemort about her attempt to escape. She would be tortured for her insolence, no doubt.

"Crucio!" Hadrian cried. She froze, waiting for the spell to hit her. An agonized scream filled the room…a scream that wasn't hers.

She looked up, startled, and watched as Grant shouted in pain. Hadrian held the curse for a full minute and the other occupants of the room only watched in astonishment. He ended the curse with a flick of his wand, an emotionless expression on his face. Grant immediately fell to the ground, unconscious.

"He's the one who hurt her, he tried to rape her. He attacked her yesterday, even though you've specifically given instructions to not touch her. She's not some common mudblood who he can have a bit of fun with before killing."

"What is it you're trying to say, my son?" Voldemort asked, sounding serious for the first time.

"I know she means more to this war than you're willing to admit, father. I want this to end just as much you do. We can win, I know we can. But I told you before all this started; I refuse to help if anyone hurts her. This one's mine."

Ginny allowed his words to sink in. He had been protecting her from the beginning? She was his?

"What would you have me do?" Voldemort asked, faintly alarmed.

"I want him dead. He's useless to us anyway. The idiot can't do anything right anymore." Hadrian replied immediately.

Voldemort studied his son carefully, before nodding.

"Very well, it's true that Grant hasn't done anything worthy recently."

"She's staying with me in my wing. Do what you want to the Ministry, I don't care. But whatever you have planned for her will have to go through me."

At this, Voldemort seemed truly shocked. "Your wing…? What is it about this one? Why has she got you wrapped around her finger?"

Hadrian didn't reply, instead he pulled her to her feet at last and began walking her towards the door. He stopped abruptly and turned back to his father. She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I want to be the only one to tell the Minister that I've taken his daughter in every possible way."

He pulled her out and closed the door but she would never be able to forget the bright green light she saw through the gaps as a life was ended because of her.

Ok, am I the only one who finds evil Hadrian super hot? Grrr I really wanted to add more to this chapter but when I wrote the ending I knew that it was a good place to stop. Again, awfully sorry for this crap chapter but I hope you'll review to give me advice on how to make this better! Am I the only one who thinks these characters are coming across as flat? I hope that when I expound on backstories that it'll help but I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

PS- I've caught the writing bug! After I post this I'm gonna start working on the next chapter! Will write for reviews! PLEASE?