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Chapter Two: Its not funny!
„Hahahahahahehehehehehehha!"The laughter of the deatheaters rang through the empty mansion. Avery was rolling on the floor laughing, a tall figure who Ginny suspected to be Lucius Malfoy was having a coughing fit and two other robed men were holding onto each other in support."SILENCE!" Voldemort commanded. The laughter stopped immediately. "Why is this funny?" he demanded."Well my lord," Malfoy managed after clearing his throat, "I don't know how to put it... we all know that you are the greatest wizard of all times, yadda yadda, but... well... youre not exactly what I'd call a teenage heartthrob and-" "SILENCE!" Voldemort cried. There was a note of panic in his voice now that none of the deatheaters had ever heard before."I will not be ridiculed like that! I'm still a handsome man, although in my late 60s, and my skin hasn't aged a day! I am the most respected and feared dark wizard of all times! CRUCIO!"
As Malfoy twitched around on the floor, Ginny took a longing look at her object of desire. It was true, she thought, his white skin looked tight and wrinkle-less like the skin of an angel choirboy, his eyes were gleaming in a blackish-red fire and he wore perfectly fitted black robed with tasteful silver embroidery. "Tom?" she said shyly, averting her gaze, "I never meant for you to come by my secret this way, but I was under pressure! Please forgive me. Maybe we can go for a walk in the Forbidden Forest one night – only if you have time, of course," she added quickly, blushing a deep shade of red that matched Voldemorts eyes perfectly.
Voldemort looked nonplussed, opening his elegantly small-lipped mouth to answer when suddenly – "AURORS!" Crabbe, who was on the lookout, cried. "Apparate to Base 666!" With sounds like about 20 corks popping out of bottles the deatheaters and the Dark Lord vanished to their emergency hiding-place, leaving Ginny, crouching on the floor staring at the place where her true love had been just a second ago with tear-filled eyes.
"Ginny! GINNY! Where have you been for Merlins sake!", Molly hollered, embracing a morose looking Ginny who had just entered the Weaslys living room. "We've been worried to death!" "Just walking around," she answered curtly, and dissappeared in her bedroom.
Ginnys bedroom was every girls dream. A gigantic, pillow-filled dark pink four-poster bed stood in the middle of six walls (It was a hexagonal room) which were pale lilac and covered with moving pictures of Lord Voldemort. In the centre of a large golden heart there was a handmade charcoal painting of Ginnys the way she remembered Tom Riddle aged 16. It didn't matter at all that his left eye was a bit further up than the other one – it was made with pure and tender love. Under each of the five windows stood something, a golden desk, a powder blue cupboard, a pirates chest, a large plant called Valadorum Voldemortia which was pretty ugly but of course bought because of its name. Under the fifth window stood something I will keep secret for the moment, but it is going to be important later on. Ginny walked into the room and threw herself on the fluffy bed crying herself to sleep.
The next day, Harry and Hermione were discussing Ginny over breakfast. "Where has she been? You dont think she met Big V?" Hermione whispered. "And lived? I dont think so. Whats got into her head? I mean, if all this Avadra Kedavra business isnt putting her off she certainly HAS to notice that he's four times her age, has a screeching voice and snakes eyes!" "Well you know Harry, looks dont matter if youre in love," Hermione scolded him "But of course hes evil," she added as an afterthought. "I hate him. He's my mortal enemy! Imaging the wedding feast! Me and Voldemort at one table... noooo, wont happen!"
At that moment Ginny entered the room, wearing a dreamy expression and humming a sweet love tume under her breath. She took no notice of Harrys and Hermiones frozen expression and continued embroidering the shocking pink pillowcase she was working on. So far the words "Ginevra Molly Ri" were stitched onto it with silvery-white yarn. At the corners she had put little dark marks with hearts for the eyes.
"Ginny?" Harry started, when the WWN radio station broadcasted the news.
You-know-who narrowly escaped ministry officials yesterday evening. He and his gang of deatheaters disapparated in the nick of time to who-knows-where. Reliable sources assume hes hiding in a cave near Bournemouth, but we are not sure. Constant vigilance!
Ginnys eyes widened at the news. Before anybody could utter a word, she threw her pillow on the floor and ran out of the house, grabbing her overnight-kit as she went (never leave without your makeup!).
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