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So. I am asleep. Not really. Just pretending to be. There is a sound of a knock on the door. Oh, thank god, it was all a dream. A nondescriptly bad dream. I open my eyes. From outside the covered cart, I can see the moon. Great. I slept all day...and, worst of all, I'm trapped in this dream.
Maybe forever.
I shrug this thought off. I can't be here forever. They can't keep me here. It's against the law.
Like the law matters to them. Honestly, I bet they don't even have principals.
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Tom was knocking on the door. Ginny ran a hand through her hair, better to unmuddle it. He came in, not waiting for her response, and handed her some rags.
These rags turned out to be clothes.
"What's this?" She asked, looking up.
"What you're wearing from now on. Those messy robes of yours will attract attention."
Attract attention....this gave her an idea. She could wait until all the Death Eaters were a sleep, perhaps she could give some kind of signal by fire. Something like 'Help me the death eater's have got me" would do. She hid her smile, and quickly frowned.
She looked down at the robes, a vivid wretching brown. She sighed.
"Okay, okay, I'll wear them. Will you please leave while I change?"
He nodded, and left.
Ginny changed, slowly formulating her plan for escape.
*
The Death Eaters, Voldemort's minions, had no idea why he had kidnapped the Weasel. They trusted their master but they were unsure.
Maybe a spell?
She was a pureblood, as much as they hated to admit it. But she was. Some sort of sacrificial need. Yes, that was probably it..
But then there was the fact that she was female. They didn't prob this thought, but they all silently knew that it could be an option that he wanted to take her to bed with him.
He could've done better.
That was the only thing that bothered them. And then there was the fact that he could've been in love. When a foolish Death Eater asked if that could've been the case, someone shot a crucio curse at him. I mean, there were female Death Eaters that weren't tied to anyone that was in the group.
So they decided to ask him themselves. He simply responded that he had had a 'feeling'.
"A feeling of what, Master?" Wormtail had asked.
"You aren't following. I think, perhaps, we can keep her for ransom. As long as we keep her alive I know there'll be several people that will pay endlessly."
"Like the Potter boy?"
"Indeed. Now, scatter. For tommorrow we move."
He scattered and Voldemort thought.
And thought.
And thought some more untill the sunset.
Why had he kidnapped her?
So. I am asleep. Not really. Just pretending to be. There is a sound of a knock on the door. Oh, thank god, it was all a dream. A nondescriptly bad dream. I open my eyes. From outside the covered cart, I can see the moon. Great. I slept all day...and, worst of all, I'm trapped in this dream.
Maybe forever.
I shrug this thought off. I can't be here forever. They can't keep me here. It's against the law.
Like the law matters to them. Honestly, I bet they don't even have principals.
-
Tom was knocking on the door. Ginny ran a hand through her hair, better to unmuddle it. He came in, not waiting for her response, and handed her some rags.
These rags turned out to be clothes.
"What's this?" She asked, looking up.
"What you're wearing from now on. Those messy robes of yours will attract attention."
Attract attention....this gave her an idea. She could wait until all the Death Eaters were a sleep, perhaps she could give some kind of signal by fire. Something like 'Help me the death eater's have got me" would do. She hid her smile, and quickly frowned.
She looked down at the robes, a vivid wretching brown. She sighed.
"Okay, okay, I'll wear them. Will you please leave while I change?"
He nodded, and left.
Ginny changed, slowly formulating her plan for escape.
*
The Death Eaters, Voldemort's minions, had no idea why he had kidnapped the Weasel. They trusted their master but they were unsure.
Maybe a spell?
She was a pureblood, as much as they hated to admit it. But she was. Some sort of sacrificial need. Yes, that was probably it..
But then there was the fact that she was female. They didn't prob this thought, but they all silently knew that it could be an option that he wanted to take her to bed with him.
He could've done better.
That was the only thing that bothered them. And then there was the fact that he could've been in love. When a foolish Death Eater asked if that could've been the case, someone shot a crucio curse at him. I mean, there were female Death Eaters that weren't tied to anyone that was in the group.
So they decided to ask him themselves. He simply responded that he had had a 'feeling'.
"A feeling of what, Master?" Wormtail had asked.
"You aren't following. I think, perhaps, we can keep her for ransom. As long as we keep her alive I know there'll be several people that will pay endlessly."
"Like the Potter boy?"
"Indeed. Now, scatter. For tommorrow we move."
He scattered and Voldemort thought.
And thought.
And thought some more untill the sunset.
Why had he kidnapped her?