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Spoiler: Now, I hope you all aren't offended by what I'm about to let you read. If you've been reading this far, you'll understand that I have Ginny pinning a lot of the blame (not all, but a lot) on Harry. Well, in this chapter, she places some of it on Dumbledore and Ron as well. She also yells at her mother. So, if you are a big Dumbledore fan, don't read that part. If you're a big Harry fan, don't read that part.
Also, for my friend ShadowCub... we can argue our points later. ;)
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Bellatrix carried Hermione into the drawing room and the teen's eyes quickly assessed the situation, especially when her eyes fell on the Dark Lord.
"Pet?" The Mudblood switched her gaze to Bellatrix. "Do you know who that is?"
"Yes Mistress." The girl nodded eagerly. "That's your master, Lord Vol-."
"No!" Bellatrix hissed, her hand coming up to slap across Hermione's cheek. The brunette fell silent, looking up at her mistress with wide brown eyes. "You will call him the Dark Lord, understood?"
"Yes Mistress." The Mudblood smiled, though her eyes were a bit frightened. As she should be. Bellatrix thought.
"Good Pet. Go kneel before him." Hermione scrambled out of her owner's grasp and knelt before Voldemort, head bowed in submission.
"My, my, Bella," the Dark Lord murmured. "It seems you've trained her very well. Very well indeed."
"Thank you, My Lord." Bellatrix replied with a head bow.
"However, her obedience is useless if it has caused her to lose her intelligence." Hermione gave the smallest of twitches, but remained where she was. "Stand Mudblood." Hermione got gracefully to her feet, her short skirt fluttering slightly.
"How much do you remember from Hogwarts: A History?" Voldemort inquired.
"Everything, Dark Lord including the fact that I've read it fifty-three and a half times."
"Hm, perhaps not something so broad. Very well, what do you know about basilisks?"
"They are born from the egg of a boa constrictor, but nursed by a bull frog. They kill with one look and if you see them in a mirror or reflective surface, then you become paralyzed. Basilisks live for thousands of years and can grow to enormous lengths and heights. They were forbidden from being bred during medieval times because most enemies or even owners of the basilisks could not get close enough to it to kill it if need be. The last known basilisk was killed by Halfblood Potter in the Chamber of Secrets with the Sword of Gryffindor."
"Very good, Mudblood. Your intelligence seems to have survived your personality change." Hermione smiled happily and her eyes twinkled as she gave the Dark Lord a head bow.
"Bellatrix, how did you train her?" Yaxley asked curiously.
"Dom and Psyche is how I broke her and after that, I just reshaped her views." Bellatrix replied proudly.
"Excellent methods for breaking one so headstrong." Voldemort nodded in approval.
"Granger wasn't headstrong." Snape snarled.
"Quite the contrary, Severus." Voldemort told him. "Bella how long has it been since you captured our resident Mudblood?"
"Eight months, My Lord."
"And how long did it take to break her this completely?"
"All the way until two days ago, My Lord."
"She gave up hope." Snape pointed out.
"Mudblood?" Hermione gazed at Voldemort intently. "Do you still have hope your friends will come for you?"
Hermione's face paled as she glanced nervously at Bellatrix. "Y-yes, Dark Lord, I still have hope that Halfblood and Weasel will come for me, though I'm still not sure why." Hermione snuck a peek at Bellatrix to see her mistress giving her an approving nod.
"Did you consider lying to me, Mudblood?" Voldemort asked calmly.
Hermione pouted and nodded, saying, "Yes, Dark Lord."
"But you did not?"
"No Dark Lord."
"And why not?"
"Because Mistress Bellatrix wouldn't like it if I lied." the young witch replied matter- of-factly.
"Interesting, indeed. She is very well-trained, Bellatrix." The Dark Witch's eyes glittered with content.
Hermione glanced to her mistress to find Bellatrix giving her a prideful look and the young woman felt her confidence returning slowly. Voldemort stared at her for a moment, his hand on his chin. Shifting his weight slightly, he pinned the girl in his red gaze. She stared at him levelly and the Dark Lord wondered why she didn't cringe away or lower her gaze.
Feeling emboldened by her refusal to look down, he inquired, "Tell me, Mudblood. In these past few days, have you ever thought of joining our forces?"
The Mudblood cocked her head. "No, Dark Lord."
"Have you ever thought of being in my service?"
"No, Dark Lord."
"Have you ever thought of me becoming your master?"
"My… Master?" Hermione repeated in confusion. "But Bellatrix is my mistress. I belong to her."
Voldemort's eyes tilted as though he were raising an eyebrow. "You are loyal to those you care about, yet you stay here with Bella despite the fact that you are a master at wandless magic. Why do you insist on being hers?"
"I…" Hermione stopped, unsure of how to answer. Why did she prefer being with the black-haired witch rather than going to the other Death Eaters? Bellatrix was probably the most dangerous of them all and definitely the craziest. Why did she stay with her?
"I'm not sure why I stay with her, Dark Lord." Hermione said slowly. "Mistress Bellatrix just makes me want to stay."
Voldemort nodded, watching the young witch closely. She was completely serious and this puzzled him. No one that his Death Eaters had punished and tortured ever wanted to stay and most hadn't lasted as long as this Mudblood had. The girl must have been quite the force to be reckoned with if her marks were any indication, both in school and on her body. Bellatrix still didn't let her wear very much clothing, but the Mudblood was not at all bothered by this fact, actually preferring it to the dressed state she saw most of the Death Eaters around her in.
She willingly gives herself up for our cruelty and she has no idea why. The Dark Lord mused. Well, perhaps we haven't shown her all of the cruelty we have; she did lose her memories after all. Very well then. Over time, she'll begin to see what a good master I would be to her. For now, I'll let her play with Bella.
Voldemort nodded and raised his hand, beckoning Bellatrix forward. The Dark Witch was all too eager to move closer to her lord and she grinned maniacally when she stood before him.
"Bella, you and Narcissa are doing very well. Your Mudblood is allowed to clean any room she wishes so long as it does not upset Narcissa's elves, understood? And make certain that she cleans in here. The dust is starting to get into the fabric of my chair."
Bellatrix bowed her head and placed a hand on the Mudblood's neck, her grin getting wider. "Yes, My Lord." She replied, guiding the Mudblood back to the place she herself had been standing at. Rabastian glared at the youngest witch and Bellatrix caught the look, casting him a smug smile as she stood protectively in front of Hermione.
Neither Voldemort nor Bellatrix noticed Severus Snape's gaze linger on Hermione, but the young witch could feel her skin crawling and glanced up to meet the coal black eyes. The two kept their gazes locked for a moment until Hermione broke the connection by looking to the side as a few Snatchers walked in with some goods to share.
Snape lowered his head slightly as he continued to survey the girl less openly. She's gaining power. He thought worriedly. I can feel it and soon enough, the Dark Lord will be able to as well. I have to warn Albus before she begins manifesting the power in front of the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord himself.
Severus Snape walked quickly down a corridor, his bat-like robes fluttering behind him as he hurried toward his destination. Finding himself safely outside the gates, Snape apparated away from the manor and hit a series of points just in case he was followed. Arriving safely at the Burrow, he knocked three times fast, four slow, and two fast.
There was a slight scuffling before a voice called, "Who goes there?"
"Severus Snape." The bat-like man replied.
"How often do you wash your hair?" the voice inquired.
"Very funny, Mr. Weasley. That is none of your business."
"That's him alright." One of the Weasley twins chuckled, the door opening a moment later to reveal both of them in their pajamas.
"What can we do for you, Professor?" one of them asked.
"I need to send a message to Headmaster Dumbledore and I trust your fireplace the most since this is our new headquarters."
"Yes, Professor." The twins moved aside and allowed the black-haired man entrance. Snape hurried into the sitting room where the rest of the Weasleys were lounging around the fire. Harry and Ron were playing Wizard's Chess, Ginny and Luna were reading together by the fire, Mrs. Weasley was knitting and Arthur had a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hands.
All of them looked up at Snape as he made his way to the fire. Luna and Ginny rolled to the side to give him space. He grabbed a fistful of Floo Powder from his pocket and threw it into the fire. "Headmaster's office at Hogwarts." He said clearly before sticking his head in. The baffled family watched in curiosity as Snape waited for Dumbledore to notice him.
"Albus, we have trouble." He called to the silver-haired man at the desk.
"Of what sort, Severus?" Dumbledore inquired, looking up quickly.
"I need you here as soon as possible."
Dumbledore knew that Severus meant business if he didn't say something right away. Standing, he ordered, "Call to as many of the Order members as you can and have them meet at the Burrow. I will be there when I have contacted as many as I can as well."
"Yes, Headmaster."
Snape pulled his head out of the fire and commenced conjuring Patronus after Patronus, sending them all off to members of the Order, telling them to arrive quickly. Harry cocked his head and stood, green eyes surveying the greasy-haired man suspiciously. "Why do you need Dumbledore?" the boy demanded none-too-politely.
"It's Order business, boy. Either you'll know when Dumbledore gets here or you'll be excluded from the meeting. No matter either way, the members are on theirs."
The family sat in agitation and anxiety for several long minutes until Dumbledore finally strode in with the Order members all on his tail.
"Severus." The old man called. "What is the problem?"
"Remember when we discussed Hermione Granger?" Snape inquired, to a mixed gasp from Ginny, Luna and a few others of the Order.
"Yes?" Dumbledore replied, not paying the people around them any mind.
"It's growing." Dumbledore's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, so Snape clarified, "Getting stronger and I could easily sense it." Dumbledore nodded in understanding. "Headmaster, we need to get her out of there before it makes itself known. Otherwise, we're all doomed… perhaps including her."
Bellatrix led her Mudblood through the corridors and hallways to her own bedchambers. Hermione looked around in confusion and turned to her mistress. "Am I not going back to my room, Mistress?" she asked slowly.
"Not tonight, Pet. Tomorrow. Tonight, I wish to reward you for your good behavior before the Dark Lord."
Bellatrix put a hand on Hermione's chest and pushed her backwards onto the bed. The lighter brunette looked up at the Dark Witch as Bellatrix waved her wand. "Divestoria."
Hermione watched in awe as her clothing tore at whatever seams were left, moved away, reattached and folded itself neatly. Using her inventory of a mind, Hermione quickly filed the spell away for possible later use.
Bellatrix watched the intuitive look play across the girl's place and knew, even without dipping into her mind, that the Mudblood was enjoying learning the new spell. Climbing atop the now naked young woman, Bellatrix stared down at her, wondering what she should do to her first. Deciding to start from the top and work her way down, talon-like nails stroked along a pale throat and to two plump breasts. Hermione arched into her touch, enjoying the feel of having her mistress' hands on her sensitive mounds of flesh.
"Mistress." She moaned, brown eyes finding the coal black of her owner's. Bellatrix kneaded the skin roughly, digging her nails into the girl's nipples to further draw pain, but it seemed not to register with the Mudblood. She instead moaned and gasped at what Bellatrix was doing to her.
The Dark Witch cocked her head before realizing that the Mudblood hadn't been marked yet. A slow sadistic smile spread across the older witch's face as she leaned down. She made certain to appear gentle as she kissed her way from her pet's jaw to her throat. Hermione could feel heat building between her legs as her mistress traced circles along her pale skin with her tongue, wet trails causing goosebumps.
Bellatrix felt the Mudblood squirming with pleasure and she dragged her nails down the girl's body, digging in deeper in some places than others. The Mudblood arched her back, enjoying the touch. Bellatrix gave a soft cackle and prepared herself. Suddenly thrusting three fingers into the girl's tight core, she opened her mouth and took a large section of the Mudblood's throat into her mouth, biting down viciously and almost immediately drawing blood.
The Mudblood screamed out in agony, her eyes rolling with the combined pleasure and pain. Bellatrix felt the filth's walls clamp tight around her and cocked her head, pulling back to watch as the girl shook and screeched in orgasm. She… she got pleasure from it? The Dark Witch wondered incredulously. She came from the pain and the pleasure?
Hermione noticed her mistress watching her and wondered if she had done something wrong. Perhaps I'm supposed to do it to her as well. The younger witch thought to herself. Nodding slowly, Hermione pushed Bellatrix backward and pointed a finger at the darker brunette's clothing. "Divestoria." She stated simply, watching in childish glee as the spell worked just the way she had hoped it would.
Bellatrix watched the excitement play in the brown eyes and mused on what could have her Mudblood so happy. She was interrupted from her thoughts a moment later when the Mudblooded filth reached out a tentative hand and began rubbing semi-roughly against her breasts, being unsure of what to do. She's learning at the very least. Bellatrix nodded in approval and gave one order. "Harder." Hermione looked up at her mistress and saw the command in her eyes. Nodding, the young witch pressed the soft mounds harder within her grasp, causing a slight gasp from the Dark Witch beneath her.
Bellatrix looked up at the Mudblood and realized that the girl was above her. No filth is above me. She growled mentally as she switched their positions into one where she was kneeling above Hermione's head. "Do good, Pet, and I may give you an extra treat with your dinner."
Hermione perked up and looked to her mistress' center above her. Thinking quickly, the lighter brunette pressed her tongue against the wet pinkness above her. Bellatrix jerked in surprise and moaned. Hermione, encouraged, flicked her tongue quickly over the pinkness until it met something slightly harder than the rest. She poked the bump with her tongue and felt her mistress jerk harder than the first time. Emboldened, the lighter-haired woman poked the nub again before flicking her tongue over it quickly.
Bellatrix's fingers closed in bushy brown tresses as she felt her peak coming. Her last thought before dragon flame burst before her eyes was, The girl's a natural. Screaming and thrashing, Bellatrix was powerless to stop her Mudblood as Hermione kept going, wanting to please her mistress and not knowing when to stop. By the time she felt her tongue getting sore from all the movement, Bellatrix was nearing passing out. The Dark Witch collapsed onto the bed beside her pet and lay there, panting as she waited for her vision to clear.
Hermione, thinking she'd done something wrong, looked over to her owner in worry."Mistress?" she inquired slowly. "Mistress, are you alright?"
Bellatrix didn't respond, too lost in her thoughts. I haven't had a release like that since Hogwarts with Rabastian. This girl's a natural. I'm definitely paying visits to the cellar more often when I'm frustrated. Looking up, Bellatrix saw worried brown eyes staring at her in fear. She must think she's done something wrong. The Dark Witch mused amusedly. Foolish, filthy, little girl. "That was good for a Mudblood." The Dark Witch murmured, reaching out to tug the girl's hair. "You did well, Pet. You're sleeping on the floor next to the bed."
"Yes, Mistress." Hermione rolled off the bed and onto the floor, sitting cross-legged and waiting for her mistress to arise.
"Your dinner will come in an hour, understood?"
"Yes Mistress."
"And then you are to report to Prance for a few minutes to go over how your lesson plans will go."
"Yes Mistress."
"Good, now go learn the manor and leave me to sleep."
"Yes, Mistress." Hermione stood and bounced out the door as Bellatrix rolled over and sank into the pillows. My Lord's best gift to me yet. She thought, sinking also into slumber.
Dumbledore and Snape stood before the other members of the Order, speaking of how they've gotten information that Hermione was still alive. Ginny shot a smug look at her brother and Ron retaliated with a heated glare. Harry shifted uncomfortably when Ginny's smirk made its way to his direction and Ginny turned a smile to Luna. "She's still alive." The redhead whispered happily.
"Yes, it's about time they believed us." Luna agreed.
Molly, watching from across the room, narrowed her eyes in rage at the sight of her daughter sitting so close to another girl. Didn't she learn from Hermione getting kidnapped? Nothing good happens to people like that.
Deciding to make a point known, the Weasley Matriarch called, "But Albus, how do we know for certain that she's still alive? For all we know, in the time it took to get this all set up, they could have killed her. The Dark Lord may have killed her or that bitch could have tortured her into insanity and given her a mercy killing. Or gotten bored with her and simply flicked her wand with boredom. I mean, with her kind, I wouldn't doubt it."
"What's wrong with her kind?" Ginny snarled, glaring at her mother. "What kind does Hermione have?"
"Oh come off it!" Molly snapped. "Everyone knows lesbians don't get anywhere in life. She'd end up being a prostitute!"
"Not entirely true, Molly." Emmaline told her, raising an eyebrow as she and Hestia intertwined their fingers.
Molly quickly backpedaled. "Well, er, that is to say, uh, well, two purebloods having their, er, interests is, uh-."
"Wait!" Ginny shouted. "Wait just a minute! When it's two purebloods it's okay, but when a Muggbleborn does it, it's heinous and she'll go to hell? You fucking hypocrite!"
"Don't you talk to me that way!" Molly yelled.
"And why not?" Ginny demanded. "You are! It's because she's Muggleborn, not because she's a girl. You're fighting a bloody war for Muggleborns and you're prejudiced against them? You're a fucking hypocrite!"
"It doesn't matter because she's probably dead anyway."
"She's not dead!" Ginny roared, leaping to her feet and glaring stunners into her mother.
"You can't know that for certain!" Molly shrieked, also getting to her feet and facing her daughter.
It was an interesting sight to say the least. Ginny was a good head shorter than her mother, but her hair was longer. Molly's face was beet red with anger, but Ginny's hair was beginning to lift with the power of her magic. Mother and daughter faced each other with blazing eyes as they faced off.
"I can too!" Ginny screamed, air around her crackling. "I can feel it!"
"What do you mean, you can 'feel it'?" Molly screeched in rage. "Only people who have done blood pacts can sense things about another person! You did Dark Magic blood pacts with her? She beguiled you into doing Dark Magic!"
"It's not Dark Magic because we didn't need blood!" Ginny retorted. "I can just feel it!"
"Bet ya felt a lot of things from her, didn't you?" Ron taunted, making Ginny round on him.
"You shut your mouth!" she hissed. "You didn't feel half as much as I did from her!"
"And what was that?" Ron demanded, standing to tower over his sister. "How often were you in her bed?"
"For your information-."
"That's none of your business." Luna interrupted, moving beside Ginny.
Ron glared contemptuously at the blonde and sneered, "How do we know you-." He would have continued, but Ginny quickly silenced him with a punch to his nose. As Ron stumbled into his twin brothers, Harry stepped up.
"Stop it!" he called. "Stop fighting! We have to save Hermione!"
"Oh what the hell do you care?" Ginny turned to him with tears of rage and anguish spilling from her eyes. "You said it yourself, you don't want her back. None of you do! None of you care about her the way I did! None of you have tried looking for her, have you? Have you?"
The adults around her shifted uncomfortably and more than a few mumbled about Harry being safe and not having time. Ginny glared around at all of them. "No, you haven't. Why? Because you're looking after the boy who was enough of an idiot to fall for a trap because he's too hotheaded and stubborn to think before he acts. Tell us, Harry, what the bloody hell has kept you alive all these years?" Ginny demanded, rounding on the green-eyed boy.
"Professor Dumbledore has!" Harry replied indignantly. "If he hadn't-."
"Hadn't what?" Ginny snarled. "Hadn't left the school just as Voldemort was ready to attack? Hadn't let the ministry take an innocent man to prison? Hadn't let a bloody alleged murderer wander around campus? Hadn't let an imposter teach students and given him direct access to you? Hadn't been daft enough to let the bloody ministry take over Hogwarts for a year?"
By now, Ginny was advancing on Harry from across the room and the look in her eyes read murder. Luna quickly slipped her wand from her pocket and held it aloft just in case the redhead attempted to do something worse than her usual bat boogey jinx.
"It wasn't Dumbledore who kept you alive, you blundering, self-righteous, pampered moron! It was Hermione! Had she not been sharp of tongue, you would probably have been suspended first year and only suspended because you're the headmaster's pet! She saved everyone's arse in second year by figuring out the damned basilisk. When the bloody Time Turner was given to her, even though Dumbledore told you what to do, she still had to be there to save your miserable life from Professor Lupin. She saved your arse on countless occasions during fourth year and she was the one who came up with the disguised galleons. Hermione's kept you alive! HERMIONE!"
"She only kept him alive for her own gain!" Molly shrieked, stepping in. "She just wanted the fame of being known as Harry Potter's best friend. She's just like all the other Mudbloods that get close to him."
Ginny's eyes widened and seemed to encompass her entire face as a deafening silence rang after Molly's exclamation. The entire Order stared at her incredulously and it took her a moment to realize exactly what she had called Hermione. "I-I didn't m-mean-."
"No." Ginny said softly, her voice sounding almost calm as her head bowed. "Don't. Just don't. She stayed with Harry and became his friend because she thought she owed it to him for saving her life. And you want to talk about someone craving fame? Look at your youngest son."
Molly tried to apologize once more, but Ginny just held up a hand and turned, walking out of the room and up the stairs to her bedroom, Luna waiting a few moments before beginning to follow. Molly turned to Ron and Harry, watching the emotions of guilt and anger playing on the two boys' faces respectively. She bowed her head for a moment as the silence continued.
After several more long, agonizing moments, Tonks spoke up. "I think we should find her, Dumbledore. Hermione has been Harry's friend, no matter for what reason. And sooner or later, Bellatrix is going to kill her, either because Mione tries to escape or the bitch gets bored."
"Actually, they have no intention whatsoever of letting her go now." Snape told her softly.
"What do you mean?" Hestia inquired.
"It seems that when Miss Black broke Miss Granger through torture, Miss Granger lost all of her vital and trivial memories, dating all the way back into her Muggle life prior to Hogwarts." Dumbledore explained. Several Order members gave sighs of relief or gasps of sympathy.
"Now," Dumbledore went on. "She is being trained by the two most powerful Dark Witches in the Wizarding World in order to become a slave to Bellatrix and, possibly, Lord Voldemort as well."
"Then what's the worth of getting her back?" Dedulus inquired. "She probably has enough knowledge of the Dark Arts to obliterate us."
"They aren't teaching her Dark Magic." Snape snapped, glaring in his direction. "They're teaching her to be a house slave and a bed slave. Because Granger doesn't know any better and has the mind of a child, she accepts it."
"But that is not of the issue just yet." Dumbledore interjected. "We need to get her back because she is beginning to regain her memories and, without knowing, she could tell Bellatrix or Narcissa what she is remembering."
"Then I say we leave her there!" Molly snarled. "She's endangering all our lives by telling them, why don't we leave her there?"
"She is a child!" Snape growled monotonously.
"She's no child!" Molly spat back. "She's seventeen years of age!"
"In her mind she is a child. Would you torture a child out of pure cruelty and hatred? For something they didn't even do?" Molly stopped for a moment and thought about the question, glaring at Snape.
"But if she's spilling our secrets and they can no longer get to us, then why shouldn't we leave her there?" Elphias inquired.
"It's not like we have the resources to save her." Dedulus agreed.
"Because it is of utmost importance we get her back or Lord Voldemort may begin utilizing her mind. If she converted, but against her will, who here will raise a wand against her?" Only a few hands rose and Dumbledore nodded. "She could be a vital part in helping Harry defeat the Dark Lord once and for all."
"But what if she's not?" Molly demanded. "What if she's not and we lose resources because she's useless to us?"
"She is not useless!" Snape hissed.
"Wow, I never thought you'd be sticking up for her, Professor." George chuckled.
Snape turned beady black eyes to him and rolled them. "Miss Granger is an asset, whether you realize it or not, Molly. I will not have you jeopardizing our chances of winning because of your stubborn narrow-mindedness. We must get her back because, believe it or not, the world may actually depend on it." Before anyone could ask what he meant, the greasy-haired man grabbed some Floo powder and threw it into the fire, shouting for the Leaky Cauldron and disappearing.
"Dumbledore, what did he mean, 'the world may actually depend on it'?" Dedulus and Elphias asked, turning to their long-time friend.
"Miss Weasley may have been right, Dedulus." Dumbledore told him. "Ask yourselves this: What has kept Harry alive all these years? I suppose that it wasn't me after all." With that, he too disappeared in a burst of green flame.
Upstairs, Luna felt utterly useless as Ginny paced in front of her, arms waving wildly and hair whirling in all directions.
"…her a Mudblood, anyway?" the young girl shrieked and screamed. "I thought we were fighting for people like Hermione! To keep Muggleborns safe! Instead, we're throwing them all away because of some misplaced beliefs. I mean, there's not one Muggleborn with a good job in the Ministry. Most Muggleborns return to their Muggle lives because the Wizarding World doesn't accept them!
"Muggles have racism that people are fighting against, but what Muggleborns were in the Order before Hermione? Everyone else is either pureblooded or halfblooded. That's unfair. We're fighting for these people and they can't even help us fight for them.
"Ron's a fucking prick for doing this. This is his fault and Harry's fault. Had those two nutters not wanted to go straight into Voldemort's trap, Hermione wouldn't have wanted to keep their suicidal arses safe! And Mum! Mum doesn't care about anything but her damned reputation! So what if I like girls? It's not like… not like…" Ginny collapsed onto the bed in a ball of tears and bawling. "Like Mione and I were going to get married one day!" she screamed.
Luna moved over to her friend and wrapped her up in a hug. "I know, Ginny. I know. But I can feel it, same as you. She's definitely still alive, we just have to find her."
"But they'll just stop us and tell us to let the adults handle it. If we let the adults handle it, she'll be dead by the time we find her."
The blonde shook her head. "They mentioned something about her being trained as a slave. They'll keep a slave alive if she does her job well."
Ginny nodded. "I just want her back safe. I miss her."
"Me too, Ginny." Luna murmured, stroking the red tresses and lulling the ginger to sleep. "Me too."
Sorry about my prejudice, but hey, it's fanfiction. If we couldn't write what was on our minds, what's the point of writing at all? Freedom of the press and freedom of speech are my favorite. Mainly because if someone uses freedom of speech and insults me, then says that hitting them back is assault, I can say, "No, it's freedom of speech. Body language is still a language. Just ask deaf people."
Anyway, sorry to bore you with that, but I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Review and tell me if you liked it, if you didn't and maybe send in any ideas you have or requests to see what happens, yadda yadda, just send some feedback, yeah?
