Ginny bathed him.

She bathed Harry who sighed under the warm water's touch. She shrugged and shook her head at his questions of "Are you a maid?" and "Why are you looking at me like that?". Harry's confusion only made Ginny more and more upset as she cleaned him of the filth the Dark Lord had left trailed over him. Her auburn hair stuck to her , wet with tears, whilst dirt lay just off of her nose. Ginny's blue eyes only averted from Harry whenever he looked up at her, when he was not childisly swirling the bubbles around. "Why aren't you in here with me?" He asked her. She blushed.

"I- Pardon?"

"Why aren't you in the bath with me? Master always joins me!"

Ginny turned even more red. "Erm, I don't join people in baths..."

"Oh. Very well. Just Curious." Harry resumed to making more bubble sculptures in the bath as Ginny scrubbed his back. "D'you want me to sing?" Ginny looked up again. "What?"

"Sing. You know, music. Master says I have a lovely voice, even when I am upset." He looked up to meet her blue eyes and this time her eyes did not waver. She felt uncomfortable. "Erm, if- if you really want to." He smiled. "Ginny Weasley, Ginny Weasley is a very pretty maid" She laughed at Harry's song. As Harry sung to his hearts content, Ginny tried to surpress the grin that entered her face, knowing that Harry was doing it to amuse her. He seemed to have a sparking interest in her. She did not realise he had stopped until he said "I'm clean."

"Oh"

She rose and went towards the towel that hung limp next to the door where the two Death Eaters watched her. When Ginny turned around Harry was standing outside the bath, naked, with the plug raised in his hand, cheeky grin planted on his face. "I unplugged it for you. Save you getting wet." Harry towards her and stood right infront of her as she giggled when he stopped within an inch of her. Looking away, she wrapped the towel around him and told him to wait on the bed. With an "Okay" Harry walked past the two Death Eaters, aplogizing as he bumped into one of them. When he was upright on the bed Ginny spotted the robes on the floor on a pile near the fireplace. She joined Harry on the bed, hearing the footsteps of the Death Eaters move. Ginny placed the black robes onto the bed, which was sticky with a white substance and began to remove Harry's towel. She took it in her hands and placed it over his head only to shake it in rocking motion to dry his hair. Harry laughed as she did this. "Forceful woman."

She chuckled. When his hair was dry, she threw the towel on the floor and pulled him by his hands. She handed him the robes. "Here". She looked away again as Harry took them, shaking them onto his thin form. He's so thin, thought Ginny. When she turned back, Harry had already folded back the covers and proceeded to lie under them. Ginny began to fondle her hair. Harry patted the side of the bed. One of the Death Eaters made a convenient cough. Ginny looked up, but Harry's tapping increased. She sat down.

"Get up" came Yaxley's voice.

"She can sit down you know" Harry shot back. "She's my guest, my maid, and I can tell her to sit down if I want to."

Yaxley bowed at Harry. Ginny turned her head back. "Thanks." she mimed.

Harry winked at her.

"I'm married Ginny." He gestured to the silver chain around his neck. "See?" She nodded. Then buried her head in her hands. Harry tried to prise them off of her face. "Ginny? Miss Weasley? Are you okay?". He hugged her as she cried.

"Minerva." drawled Voldemort. "Business with the Gryffindors went well I presume?"

Minerva looked up. "Of course"

They talking in the old office that once belonged to Dumbledore only now it was in the hands of Lord Voldemort. He stroked the head of his snake Nagini as Minerva twitched and twiddled her fingers, keeping her head bowed down.

"And?" Voldemort urged. "Surely your business was not as fruitless as your exsistence?"

Minerva eye twitched with anger as she willed her Gryffindor mouth shut. "My Lord, the students- I mean prisnors have finished your castle. All of it. Done. B-but, I must ask what is next?"

"That is no concern of yours" Danger lurked in his voice as he stopped stroking the snake's head. It shifted from his shoulders and slithered to the door.

"But- but My Lord!" exclaimed Minerva. "My postion is, as you stated, to watch over the prisnors! What am I to do now?"

"Nothing" shrieked Voldemort. She had mocked him. "Your questions have irked me greatly Minerva, and mark my words, it will not go unmissed." She had looked up from her fingers to address his eyes with great fear. Her wrinkled face lay with shock as he strode towards her.

"Surely, My- My Lord... There must be something we can do-"

"Oh there is Minerva, and I know what your place is, filth!" He ran his fingers down her face, tracing the lines. "You are to obey me. Think there is still hope do you? Do you think, McGonagall, that Harry Potter will save the day. He may be here in body but in mind and sprit he belongs to me!"

He dug his nails into her skin. McGonagall snatched her face away and proceeded to cradle her cheek as Voldemort laughed.

"Your lesson needs to be learnt, Minerva."

He grabbed her left hand where the dark mark float on her skin and pressed it. Minerva began to drop to the floor as Voldemort scorched mockery into her eyes. In a matter of seconds, a dozen Death Eaters appeared with a cracking sound. "Take her." McGonagall was grabbed and gagged and blindfolded as she struggled against the wave of Death Eaters. "You know what to do." She "mmphed" behind the blindfold then with a puff of smoke she disappeared with the other dozen. Voldemort smiled.

"Leave her alone!" Harry shouted at Yaxley's face as he tried to removed the sobbing Ginny from his chest. "She wants a hug! Let me hug her!" He shushed her.

"Harry, Ginny is not to touch you-"

"But I can touch her!" Harry glared at him. "Master did not say I couldn't touch her! I am only doing what Master would do when I am upset. I suggest you leave before I tell Master a different story."

Ginny had never heard so much danger in Harry's voice. Even though his touches on her back and in her hair were gentle, his anger came through in his voice. He whispered comforts of "It's okay" "You're a good maid, you know" and "I'm sorry if I offended you". Yaxley closed the door behind him accompained by the other Death Eater. They began their route to the Lord's office.

Harry hushed her. She had stopped sobbing, so he now sat with a wet chest, with her hair clinging to it, but he didn't mind at all. She was nice. Very nice. If she was the person screaming in his nightmares, Harry thought the least he could do was comfort her in reality. He looked down ontop of her forehead. He kissed it.

The latch clicked. "Pet?"

There was no mistaking the voice of his Master.

"Master?"

Ginny rose swiftly and jumped away from Harry. "She wa- was upset. I was trying to-"

Voldemort held up his hand. Stalking over to the bed, he pushed Ginny away to the floor. Before Harry could protest Voldemort grabbed his face and the back of his hair. Harry whimpered.

"You want an explanation?" He beared his teeth at Harry whos bottom lip trembled. "I'll give you one. Sleep" The crimson eye instantly trapped Harry's and the lids slid shut and Harry entered his controlled sleep. Voldemort turned around to Ginny. Again he pulled her by her hair and swung her into Yaxley's grip. With a wand to her throat Ginny was silenced by a charm just as other Death Eaters entered the chamber-like room. In their midst was McGonagall. She was blindfolded and also silent. Voldemort had Harry bridal style in his arms and glided over to the couch near the blackened fire place, watching the pulse that was exposed in Harry's neck. Softly placing the boy down he motioned for his Death Eaters to bring the prisnors forward with them. Harry remained oblivious as Ginny was now blindfolded.

"There is no one else in the room. Just me and you. You shall awaken as Harry Potter." Voldemort sat on the couch, close to Harry. He stroked Harry's hair. "Awaken"

A grumble.

Harry Potter woke up groggily. His eyes opened, then closed as the touches on his head soothed him, then opened them again.

"Vol-Voldemort?"