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I collapsed on the floor of the house that they had taken me to.
"Why were you protecting that monster?" Harry demanded. I didn't answer him. "You can't apparate out of here Ginny, not that I see why you'd want to." Said Harry. He bent down over me, and I turned, and slapped him as hard as I could.
"I hate you." I whispered fiercely. "God, I hate you so much Harry." He recoiled from me.
"So be it." He spat, and rubbed his cheek. Hermione sat down on the floor with me, and I keeled over so that my cheek was on the floor, and she rubbed my back.
"Oh, honey, it's for the best." I sat up abruptly.
"Shows what you know about me." I hissed. "You have no idea what's happened to me over the past three months. Do you see this?" I demanded, pulling off my sweater, and showing her my dark mark. "Look at what I am, Hermione." I raised my hand for her to see. "I'm not a good little Hogwarts child anymore. I'm not the baby girl of the Weasley family, do you see? I'm the queen of the dark side. I'm married to the dark lord and I'm not ashamed." Hermione scuttled away from me, her eyes full of fear and betrayal. She stood up.
"That can change, Ginny. You can still come back."
"Just let me go home."
"You are home." She said, resolutely. "This is where you belong."
"Where are we, by the way?" I asked, wiping my eyes and looking around.
"Northern Ireland." She replied, curtly. "He won't find us here, Ginny."
"I beg to differ." I said. "He will find me, and I hope for your sake that you aren't around when he does."
"Do you want me dead Ginny?" She asked, seriously.
"No. I don't want anyone to die, you just need to see that I'm happy where I am. When the time comes, make the right decision, Hermione. Tom doesn't want to kill anyone, except maybe Harry-"
"And you're just going to let that happen?" She demanded. I looked up at her steadily.
"I'll do what I think is right, and protect my family." She shook her head.
"You can't do that. Your family is on either side of the line now. It's one or the other."
"Well what the hell would you do, Hermione? How am I going to choose, Damn it?" she shook her head repeatedly.
"I don't know, I don't know." She backed away from me, and I was left in solitude.
"NO!" I roared. "NO, NO, NO!" I pounded the walls with my fists until they bled. Potter and his gang had taken her from me, and oh, they would pay. When I was done retrieving my wife, there would be no one left alive in that house. Draco had found me, when she had so brilliantly called the death eaters with my wand, and her mark. Adele sobbed when she heard about Ginny's disappearance, whereas I escaped to her chambers, and pounded the wall. I called for a house elf.
"Tell Malfoy to come here."
"Begging your pardon, milord, but which Malfoy?"
"Both!" I roared. I didn't really care which one he brought. I sank down the wall, waiting for them to come. I buried my face in my hands, trying to pretend that it wasn't real. My fantasy started to come true, when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I looked up, bleary eyed, to find Pansy Parkinson. Such rage filled me that I hadn't felt in years. "What do you want?" I ground out.
"I was just wondering, milord, if you were in need of some relief?" She asked huskily, and batted her eyelashes at me. I roared in anger, and leaped to my feet. Before I knew it, I was pinning her to the wall by the throat.
"You think you could ever replace her? You think trash like you could ever even resemble her?" She was clawing at my hand. "You go too far, Parkinson, and I don't appreciate that. Now get out of my sight before I kill you." I finished dangerously, and Pansy ran from the room bawling. Draco and Lucius were frozen at the door, staring at me. "What?" I spat, and then in a more polite tone, "What information do you have on her whereabouts?"
"Not very much, Milord…" Lucius said, nervously. "It has only been-"
"It's been an eternity for me, Lucius, and I am the master here. I suggest you double your efforts, or else I will be very unhappy." Lucius, nodded, and scurried away, just like Pansy. Draco came over and clapped me on the shoulder.
"Listen, Mate-"
"Don't Draco. I really am trying not to loose it right now." I ground out. Draco nodded.
"I'll be here if you need me, Tom."
"Don't call me that." I hissed. He looked down, and exited the room. Rain started to run down the long windowpanes. I opened the door to the small balcony, and opened my arms wide, getting completely soaked. Everything reminded me of her. My very thoughts were painful.
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"Gin?" Ron asked, and cracked the door open an inch. I sat up off of the floor. "Alright?" I laughed with no amusement.
"Ron, are you kidding me? How could I possibly be all right? You guys nearly killed the man I love, and then took me from him. For all I know he is dead. There is nothing that could possibly be right about my life right now."
"But-"
"But nothing Ron! Don't you get it? I already told Hermione. I am not a Weasley anymore, and not just because I got married. I'm not pure, or kind, or fearless, or good. But I'm happy. More happy than I've been for years. So tell me Ron, how could I possibly be alright, especially here?" He looked at me with his mouth open.
"But you love Harry."
"No. I don't. I can't believe that you even say that. Did you not just hear what I said, or what I said to Harry when we came here, to my personal Hell? I hate him. I hate him so much more than you can measure, Ron. More than you could fathom." I looked away from him.
"Ginny, Please," Ron said, and I realized he was crying. "Come home, Mom and Dad miss you so much. George, you know he isn't doing well since we lost Fred." His voice broke at the mention of Fred. "Bill and Charlie, Percy and George, and me Gin, we've all been so worried. Mum cries every night, and Dad…he's always looking for some kind of word of you at the ministry. Did you hear that Angelina is pregnant? That's why George called off the wedding. He said he wasn't feeling right about it anyways. It's Fred's baby, Gin." I smiled, in spite of myself. Fred had always been my favorite brother. "You see? You can be happy here!" Ron pointed out. I shook my head at him.
"No Ron. You don't get it. I'm too tired to explain, but you really don't understand. Trust me." He shook his head back at me.
"They brainwashed you, didn't they." I glared at him.
"Get out, now." And pointed at the door. He stood and sighed. "Now, Ron." He left. I ran my finger over the mark on my shoulder, and I wished that I could be home. I wondered if he missed me as much as I was missing him. I sighed, and tried to get some sleep.
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I sat, staring into the fire, with a glass of fire whiskey against my temple. Every so often I took a sip, and grimaced. She had been gone for weeks. I missed her more than anything. I sighed and tried to focus on the crackling of the fire. My eyes closed, and a scene that was real, but not including me, filled the darkness.
I was in a small cottage, and I walked down the hall to a door that was locked. I swiftly unlocked the door, and looked down at a woman on the floor. Her fiery red hair spilled over her shoulders, and she startled awake.
"Harry?" Ginny asked groggily. I looked down at her coldly, and crouched to her level. "W-what are you doing?" She asked nervously. I ran a finger down her cheek and she shuddered away from me.
"Didn't you ever wonder, Ginny?"
"Wonder what?"
"What it could have been like…for us." She looked at him as if he were crazy. "I do, these days. After you were kidnapped, I had all of these thoughts about how awfully they would be treating you…it must have been horrible."
"It wasn't. It wasn't bad at all. I'm married aren't I?"
"He forced you."
"No he didn't!" She said imploringly. "Harry, I love Tom!"
"That monster?" He demanded. "It isn't possible to love someone like that!" She shook her head.
"You don't understand."
"But I can, love. Show me the way. We could be together, you and I. Have a few kids…" He broke off. She was looking disgusted.
"Never. I will never love you, Harry. Get used to it."
"NO!" he yelled, slamming his hands down on either side of her face. "I won't loose you!" She shook her head.
"You already have, Harry. It was over for us before it even began. When I was in first year? After the diary? It was too late. We were already fated to be together." Harry stood, and looked down at her coldly.
"You aren't leaving me." He said, and left the room.
I sat up off of the floor where I had slid off of the chair. My fire whisky had spilled all over the floor, but I was still lost in what had happened. Was that real? I had never received that end of the visions. I was used to being the one who sent it. I must have let down my occlumency walls in my depression. I shook my head. It couldn't happen again.
A/N: Oh Tom sigh how do I love thee? Almost as much as my reviewers!! Lol!
Regarding Chapter eight: Sorry I didn't write an A/N! I really forgot! I'll reply to them here!
Slytherin Luver: Thanks! As always! I reviewed one of your stories too!
NailPolishRemover: I wish I had that skill too. I'm sure you can stay warm with your awesome jedi powers. I wrote Lu and 'Dolph in for you my dear!
Pixie Dreamer: I agree! Completely! Possesive is good…atleast in fan fiction!
Regarding chapter nine:
Slytherin Luver: Here you go, my dear.
NailPolishRemover: Yes. I fixed it because of you, and I left vigins capitalized because…um… it was important! cough, yeah oops… Tom couldn't block the spell because he was busy protecting Ginny from getting hurt, dur. :P
Pixie Dreamer: Haha thanks! I know, Harry is so cruel in this fic! What kind of awful writer wrote that in? Haha thanks for reviewing!