Last chapter Ginny killed Hermione and this chapter looks at what her reign is like. Can anyone stop her?

Chapter Thirty Seven

Ginny's Reign

A shrill scream echoed through the silent air from a old castle, once a happy place now shrouded in darkness.

Through heavy oak doors just inside the entrance was a Great Hall. A red headed woman with pale skin and soulless eyes sat upon a grand chair once reserved for leaders. Guards dressed in full black robes and silver masks surrounded her.

A woman cowered at her feet, her blue eyes glazed over with agony and sorrow written on her face.

The woman on the throne sneered and turned to one of her guards. "Amycus, go get the traitor."

Amycus Carrow smirked in delight as he swept out of the room to bring the traitor, the one who had murder his sister, to his mistresses. His poor, sweet Alecto.

He returned, throwing a dark figure to the floor. The figure was swathed in robes too big for his skinny frame and his lank hair hung in long, ragged strands about his face. His dark eyes looked up at the woman on the throne, full of pain and grief.

Ginny leant forward to look at the man on the floor behind her, ignoring as her previous toy was dragged away. "Hello Snape. How are you today?"

Severus merely sneered at her.

"How are you feeling knowing that your precious lover is dead?" Ginny added. "Still."

"How do you feel knowing your lovers are dead?" Severus retorted.

Ginny tutted. "Well, my lovers were merely a tool for relaxation and a means to an end. I'll admit, I had a particular fondess for Bella, but I don't really care she's dead. But you really loved Hermione. All of you did."

Severus bowed his head, memories of a smiling angel looking at him filling his mind.

"Crucio!" Ginny spat.

Severus let out a hoarse, tortured scream. No matter how many times he had been hit with this curse over his years, one never really got used to the Cruciatus.

Pansy stumbled into the cage and her tear filled blue eyes caught sight of the one person who could make her feel better. Feel safe.

She ran to Harry's side and pressed herself against him, burying her face in his neck as she cried. Harry whispered soothing words to her as he stroked her longer, black hair.

"Shh, it'll be alright. We'll get you out of here. I promise." Harry murmured.

Pansy looked up at him. "Please, Harry, don't do anything stupid. We've already lost Hermione and there's no telling if Draco and Lucius are even alive. I mean, we haven't seen or heard from them in months!"

Draco and Lucius had been dragged away from the others six months before, when Ginny had taken over. After all that time, the others doubted if they were even alive.

"I won't. I swear. Fred, George, Ron, Arthur and I think we might be able to get out and free the others." Harry told her.

Harry and Pansy currently shared their cage with the remaining Weasleys, who were all filled with regret and anger that one of their own could be so evil.

They all knew that Sirius, Remus, Severus and the rest of the Order were still in cages around the castle. Well, all but the Malfoys. No one knew where they were.

Pansy reached up and kissed her boyfriend. "Please, please, be careful. If I lost you too…"

Harry stroked her cheek. "I know. I'll be fine. I'm the Boy-Who-Lived to kill Voldemort."

Pansy gave a quiet laugh which ended in a sob. "I love you."

"I love you too." Harry replied.

"Pansy, dear, are you alright?" Molly Weasley asked, crawling over to the two.

The woman's once plump frame was skinny and sickly looking. But she still retained the kindness in her heart. She was looking at the wrist that Pansy cradled to her chest.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a sprain. Ginny allowed one of the Deatheaters to throw me around a bit." Pansy smiled weakly.

Harry's emerald eyes lit up with anger. "She what?"

"Harry, clam down. It's nothing new." Pansy sighed.

She was right. Ginny often allowed her Deatheaters to beat up prisoners or help with torturing them. But every time, Harry was enraged and reacted the same.

"I know. I just…I hate the fact you're injured and there's nothing I can do to stop it." Harry growled.

Pansy just gave a weary smile and leant against her boyfriend. "I know. I know."

Severus grunted as he was thrown roughly into his cage. Four hands shot out and steadied his weak frame. He, along with Remus and Sirius, were tortured more than the others due to the fact they had a link with Hermione.

"You okay?" Sirius asked.

Severus nodded. Over the time locked away, the situation had caused the three to bond in a way that only prisoners could. A friendship had formed between them and all hints of animosity were gone.

"Did they break anything?" Remus' eyes keenly flicked over his cell mate with an analysing gaze.

"Not this time." Severus replied, giving both men a grateful look as they helped to settle him onto one of the crude beds made of straw.

"Thank Merlin, I'm running out of wood and sheet." Remus sighed, looking over at the small pile of wood he had managed to get from breaking a small stool that had been sat in the corner of the cell. His sheet was missing great chunks.

Sirius looked at his own sheet. "I've got some left."

"And me." Severus added.

"But if we've got much longer in here, then we'll run out pretty quickly." Remus argued.

"Somehow I don't think that's a problem." Severus muttered.

Sirius turned to look at him. "What have you heard?"

"Some of the younger recruits were talking about a grand ritual being performed on the next half moon." Severus replied.

"When's that?" Sirius frowned.

Remus was looking out of the bars covering the once free window. "Tomorrow night. What are they planning to do?"

Severus' eyes darkened impossibly. "Kill us."

Ginny swept through the halls of the castle. She passed the cells where Remus was put when he transformed and ascended a flight of stairs. She came to a door and pushed it.

The door swung open with an ominous creak and her face was illuminated by candle light coming from the room.

Ginny prowled into the room, her eyes fixed on an object beneath the window. She was in the astronomy tower where she kept her most prized trophy. With a cruel smirk she glided closer and closer. Her hand reached out and felt the smooth diamond beneath her palm.

There was a huff of air and she looked up to see Acheron hovering outside of the window.

"Good evening, Acheron. How was Asteron today?" Ginny greeted her familiar.

"Rebellious as always." Acheron sneered. "But by the end of my time with him, he was broken again."

Ginny chuckled darkly. "Good."

She looked down at her trophy and her face became impassive. "Good." She whispered.

Beneath the diamond case, was Ginny's greatest trophy. The body of Hermione Granger.

Please Read and Review. So Harry, Ron, Arthur and the twins have a plan. Hmmmm...