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A stunned silence greeted the remaining breakfasters. "Are we supposed to do something?" Ron whispered after 10 minutes of absolute silence. "Go after her, tell the Order? Call St. Mungos perchance?" "Oh shut up Ron," Hermione hissed. "You realize shes not REALLY going to meet Voldemort. Its just a plea for attention!"
But Harry had seen the love in the eye of the pretty young redhead, the same glow she always wore when looking at him, 2 years ago, only a bit more feverish and urgent. He was pretty worried.
"Damn Britain!" Ginny was shouting for the zillionth time while paddling through the rain through Ottery St.Catchpole's train station. "Ruins my hair, dammit!" At last the glimmer of the station came into view and she went straight to the conductor. "Any trains for Bournemouth my good sir?" she asked pretty politely. "Yes Ma'm just coming in, stops at Bournemouth Town" "Are there any caves around?" "That must be the caves near Swanage, little town in the west of the big town". "Well thanks and bye!" Ginny exclaimed and jumped into the train.
Meanwhile in a wet cave near Swanage Voldemort was going to bed. It had been an eventful day, with the Order business and then this little redhead... Ginny, he reminded himself. Ginny Weasley. Man, I must have been pretty impressive at the age of sixteen... He chuckled at the thought.
"My lord?" Lucius entered the back of the cave which was seperated from the rest by a black veil. "I thought I heard you call, is everything alright?" "I was just undressing Malfoy!" Voldemort yelled. "Get out of my sight! And bring my a cup of hot chocolate," he added as an afterthought. "Certainly my Lord," Malfoy bowed out of the "room".
Ten minutes later he brought the cup and put it on the bedside table. The table was pink with a frilly top and had kittens painted onto it. So had the cup. "Sorry, Dark One, but the only house in the vicinity belongs to Missus Churchbottle, an old retired lady – or should I say – belonged. I burnt it down. With her in it. Before that, I made her make this drink of course. And grabbed her bedside table. Errm. Yes. Good night." Lucius said all in one breath. Voldemorts gaunt features lit up. "Well done my dear Lucius. But stay a while, I'm not tired at all and I fancy a little chat."
"Lucius, do you think I am too old for marriage?" Voldemort asked absentmindedly.
Lucius blanched at the very thought. "Well, no my Lord. I mean – holy Merlin – marrying? For reproduction, I daresay? Or status? It's never too late for that I assume. Well in fact I don't know how far you got harmed by the 15 years of out-of-the-body-ness, if you get my drift... All ... eeerrrm... bodily functions working fine, I suppose?"
"Well I suppose so, but I haven't had the chance to try, had I," the Dark Lord mused. "You know I was just thinking of little Ginny there. Loves me. Is devoted to me. Pretty too, I guess. Maybe it's worth a try? You know the saying 'Love can move mountains' do you? Maybe a little power-boost for me?" " Pure genius my lord. You have my blessings." "Thank you, Lucius. You may go."
Just as Voldemort snuggled into his fluffy pillow and fell into a dreamless sleep, Ginny got off the train and started her walk down to the caves. It took her three hours, in which she performed numerous beautification spells in mid-walk, till her hair was all-shiny and mane-like, her face glowed like the morning sun and her clothes were dry, ironed and figure enhancing again.
At last, she spotted a burnt house smouldering near some obvious caves next to the sea. Some men in muggle clothes tried to blend into the surroundings without success – Ginny recognized Peter Pettigrew at first glance. "Hey Pete!" she hollered. "Long time no see! Don't jinx me, I come in the matters of love not hate! Bring me to your master!"
Peter doubled over at the sight "Spy! Love spy! Raise the alarm!" he screeched, but a high pitched mighty voice from the insede of the cave made him spin around. "SHUT UP PETER! I'm trying to sleep in here!" "Sorry master, but it's the little girl – eee – woman you know, the one who – hehe – LOVES you. Sorry. Don't kill me!"
With a swish of a cloak Voldemort strode out of his cave. He was wearing his nightshirt which was unfortunately a bit revealing – it was unbuttoned at the front (and they were great buttons! Hand-wrought for the rebirthing party by countless house-elfs!) showing his lean, snow white, bony chest.
It appeared that the Dark Lord had the Dark Mark tatooed all over his body – two the chest, one around the navel (which formed the mouth, so the skull looked a bit puzzled) and of course one on each wrist. Ginny would have dared to bet he had two on his shoulderblades too, but unfortunaktely Voldemort did not strip but raised his voice in a commanding tone: "Ginevra Molly Weasley! What ARE you looking at?"
Ginny raised her gaze to his ruby eyes (sigh) and spoke "My Lord, I have found you. May I call you Tom, as I did in countless sleepless nights?" "NO! I hate this Muggle name!" the former Tom Riddle spat.
"But you may call me Mort. Step inside, my Virgin bride!"
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