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Please be aware that I have done my best concerning the grammar and spelling. If you find a mistake concerning the before mentioned or about some inconsistency with the content please tell me.
Chapter One: Doomed Fate
Three years later
The two black-clad guards dragged the redheaded woman down the dark hall as the sound of their heavy footsteps vibrated against the eroded stonewalls of the fortress. A dejected moan escaped the mouth of the woman as the larger guard of the two tightened his grip around her thin arm.
"Shut up, witch!" the other hissed. He wiped away the trail of blood across his face with his free hand.
"Make haste. I want to be out of here when the Commander comes," uttered the large one. With blood smeared over his face the guard turned his face to his partner and saw fear he felt reflected in his partner's eyes. He gave a short nod and picked up his pace.
They came to a halt at a large oak door at the end of the hall. The woman was transferred to the larger guard's arms as the smaller one dug in his pocket for his wand. With a flick of his wrist and the utterance of "Alohamora" the door sung quickly on its hinges. The women slid across the floor as the large guard threw her carelessly into the room. He laughed as he turned, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"No, the order was that she be chained to the wall. She cannot be trusted, even in this awful state."
"She! She cannot even stand! I would have left her for dead in the building!" he boastfully replied. "Look what she did to your face!"
The bloodied guard shook his head and gestured to the woman, "Fine. Do you want to explain this to the Commander?" A glimpse of pure fear flashed across his partner's face. He knew that the message was received. The guards picked her up and threw her against the wall. Seconds later metal cuffs sprung from the walls to capture her small wrists.
The woman cried out in pain as the metal cuffs cut into her wrists when her legs failed to support her torn body. Her red hair tumbled into her face as she lifted it to mutter, "Please!"
The smaller guard smirked. "Ha! You will not evoke mercy from us witch! You may be strong but you are not that strong." He walked through the door with his laughing partner following. The door closed with finality.
The woman lowered her head to her chest and shut her eyes tightly as a single tear fell slowly down her dirt-covered face.
The pounding in her head intensified as she lifted it to locate the sound of . 'water', she realized. Slowly she opened her eyes to survey her doom. 'My place of destruction,' she thought. The room was a small area, which she knew was made for torture and interrogation. Black and gray stones greeted her sight. The room was dark and cold, just like her fate. She shut her eyes to hold back the on slot of tears that threaten to escape. 'Did I ever realize that it would be this difficult? No,' she sighed, 'my innocence blinded me from this fate. What a fool I was.am.' She sighed again and let her heavy head fall down as she contemplated the cause of her doomed fate, Harry Potter.
Earlier that evening
"Harry, Harry where are you?" Ginny muttered as she hastily looked at her watch, which distinctly said "WAITING." She shifted in her rich red chair and sighed. She immediately grabbed the folded note from her pure white robe and reverently opened it. She failed to suppress the flutter within her chest.
Dearest Ginny,
Meet me at The Wand at 8:30pm. Come alone.
Yours, always
Harry
'Yours, always Harry.' Ginny giggled with girly delight. 'I could die right now and I would be happy.' She carefully refolded the note and tucked it into her robe. She brought her hand to her chin and leaned on the table. She smiled shyly at the 'Come Alone' part. This only meant something romantic and she definitely did not want Matthew and the gang to be there. 'Matthew is going to be angry with me.' The heat from the golden candles caressed her face with warmth. The Wand, she had never been to an elegant restaurant like The Wand. The view was a far cry from the Castle. Not many people here at this time of night. She shifted her view about the room. Golden candles! Rich red tapestries! Enchanted ceiling! The enchanted ceiling fondly reminded her of Hogwarts. A sigh escaped her lips. She lifted her arm to check the time, but a sharp movement to her left caught her eye.
Her trained reflex was the only thing that saved her as a white flash raced to meet her. She swiftly grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it to its side. She only had a moment to feel remorse about the broken golden candles when the powerful jolt hit the table with such force that it pushed her and the table about a foot. Ginny quickly scanned the room as she pulled her wand out. The room seemed darker now that she was on the verge of panic. She shut her eyes and tried to clam her beating heart. 'Think, Ginny, remember what Matthew taught you.' An image of the bearded man came to mind, 'Breathe deep and keep your eyes on the attacker.' Ginny took a deep breath. 'Okay, breath: check.' She lifted herself to her knees and peaked over the table. Nothing, darkness covered the room. She plopped herself to the ground and muttered something unintelligible. A surge of panic raced through her body as another white flash hit the table inches from her nose. 'Forget the breathing. I am getting out of here!'
As she rose from the ground a hand grabbed her right shoulder. Her training kicked into action as she crouched down and swiveled her right leg around in a circle to knock down her attacker. She was rewarded with her attacker's groan as he hit the floor. The man weakly rolled over and threw a dazed looked to Ginny through the blood that covered his face. She flipped her long hair from her face and smiled.
"Get her! Get the Phoenix," a hard voice yelled through the darkness.
'No, they want me for my power!' Ginny's breathing accelerated as four men clad in black robes emerged from the darkness. Ginny poised to fight as two of them rushed her. She exhaled and leaned her upper body to the left as one of the men made to grab her. She caught his wrist and heard the bones break in his elbow as she pushed upwards with her left hand. She pushed him into the table and completed a kick to his partner's head. Both went down with finality.
Her brain registered acute pain as a punch connected beneath her back ribs. She grimaced when she lifted her elbow backwards to retaliate. Her elbow caught her attacker in the head and knocked him to the ground.
"Crucio!" Ginny gave a scream as she went down like a rag doll. She had never felt pain so extremely. It felt like lightening coursing through her body. 'My wand! I need to find my wand!' She flipped her red hair back as she frantically searched for it. She spotted it to her right and reached for it. She quickly raised her wand toward the last remaining man. "Stupefy!" Ginny brought her head to the floor when the last man fell stiff to the ground. She couldn't believe she made it. A tiny laugh broke forth from her lips. It grew as she lifted her hand to forehead.
"I would not laugh if I were you."
Her laugh stilled in her throat. Ginny sat up quickly and found that ten men clad in the same black robe as the first five surrounded her. Her eyes widen with panic. 'Yep, I shouldn't have come alone!' She knew that she would not survive fighting hand to hand. The men shot her angry glares as they began to enclose on her position. There was no way out and no one to help her. She was on her own.
"The power of the Phoenix," she mumbled. She could use her power! Of course, she had never used it before. Her training is still too elementary. It would consume her and leave her for dead. 'Well, I would rather be left for dead than fully dead, right?' She closed her eyes to focus her breath. She could feel the energy within her build like storm clouds. Wind whipped through her hair and flowing robes. The tiny hairs on her arms pricked up as electricity coursed through her body.
From the outside it looked as if she were on fire. The black robed men halted their steps when tiny sparks of electricity shot from her hands. They nervously looked to each other, but refused to retreat. Retreat meant certain death and they would not tempt the Captain. Nor would they go forward any further to tempt the Phoenix.
The storm within her began to increase with intense velocity. Every atom produced indescribable amounts of power. 'I cannot control it,' she mentally screamed. Her mind felt like a bomb waiting to explode with in seconds. Distantly she heard screams, terrific screams. She had to stop. It took every amount of will with in her to quiet the storm. She exhaled with jagged breath and fell to the ground. Quiet permeated her ears. She hesitantly opened her eyes and gasped.
The group of men was lying extremely still. 'What have I done?' She never answered her question. Suddenly, five men jumped from the darkness. 'Don't they ever expire,' she asked tiredly. Ginny could hardly stand. On trembling legs she tried, but she could not support herself. She fell to the ground with a thud. She had not strength left. She would die here and now.
"Crucio!"
"Crucio!"
"Crucio!"
"Crucio!"
Ginny felt no pain as the spells hit her. Her weaken body couldn't even register the pain. Nor did she feel her body jerk as the fifth man began to kick her when everything went black.
The Present
Oh, but she felt the pain now. Her head stayed down as the oak door swung open. Why bother, it would only hurt to lift it. Besides she knew who he was, and what he wanted. His footstep grew louder as he approached her. His unfeeling gray eyes critically examined her pitiful state. The first thing he noticed about her was her curly red hair. It was past shoulder length and it hung covering her face. Next, he noticed her wrists were red and swollen from the metal cuffs. Her soiled white robe hung from her frame barely. He could see black and blue marks on her body from the rips and tares in her robe. His gray eyes narrowed and his upper lip curled. He spun around to face his second in command, Jonas Hunt.
"She was not to be harmed, Jonas. She is no good to us dead!" He roared as his eyes thundered.
Jonas stepped back when he saw his commander's stormy eyes. "Sir, she killed half of my men and wounded the other half. I assure you, Sir, this was the only way. She is powerful."
He sighed as put his hand through his blonde hair. 'Then it is true. She is the Phoenix.' He growled at his second in command just for good measure as he swung his body to face the woman. He took his wand and whispered some healing spells that cleared up her badly bruised skin. He stepped closer as he uttered "Reparo" to fix her robe.
"Sir, I would not get that clos..."
Wham!
His head turned sharply to the left as the blow connected with his head. He stood there stunned as her long leg completed the arch of her kick. He shook his blonde hair out of his face and growled as his dark gray eyes connected with her deep brown eyes. She whipped her hair out of her face and smiled, "Opps." 'I might be a fool and I might be doomed, but I will not be used for his evil works!'
A surge of anger coursed through his body, but he quickly stifled it. He always prided himself on his self-control, but she pushing him too quickly. He brought his right hand to his cheek and cursed when pain raced through his face and down his neck. He flicked his wand to her ankles and metal cuff encircled them. "Was that the thanks I get, woman, for healing you? Or was that just a hello?" He smirked while he put his wand away.
"No, it was go to Hel...." Her smile faded quickly as his hand encircled her neck cutting off her statement. He brought his body close to hers invading her boundaries. A smell of cinnamon bark and some kind fragrant leaves that he could not identify overpowered his senses. 'Focus, man. Do your job!' He turned his hard eyes to hers.
"The questions were rhetorical, Weasley!" He smirked as her eyes widened by his knowledge of her identity. She did not think that he would remember her. She was not the same shy little girl he ignored in Hogwarts. She had grown from her tiny frame to a long and sender one. Her fair skin was clear from her childish freckles expect a few on her nose. Her curly red hair was still wild; it refused to be tamed. Her transformation was just not physical, no. Her responsibility to the Order of the Phoenix transformed her mentally and emotionally. Her responsibly had been her crucible as his responsibility to the Dark Lord was his. But that was where the comparison ended. He was her antithesis.
"Red hair like yours does not go unnoticed, especially when you join the Order, Weasely. The Dark Lord has kept an eye on you ever since the opening of the Chamber of Secrets. You remember that, do you not? Ginny's body froze at the mention of the Chamber of Secrets. She shut her eyes as hundreds of images of horror and pain past through her mind. She opened her eyes to the man inches away from her when a quiet deep chuckle reached her ears. "Because I do," he whispered.
She spat in his face. "Go to Hel...."
"Been there, Love." He wiped his face with his free hand. He released her and stepped back never taking his eyes from hers.
"Uh....with all due respect, Commander Malfoy, it is time for us to leave." Jonas hesitantly stated.
Ginny noticed that Malfoy's eyes had become barren and soulless as he heard this. "Yes." He stated blandly. Malfoy straighten his shoulders. "Virginia Weasley, you are hereby a prisoner of the Dark Lord. Your agency is revoked and you are his to control." 'Welcome to Hell,' he added mentally. He closed his eyes and gestured to Jonas, "Captain, release her and magically bind her hands," he hesitated and touched his face, "and her ankles."
Ginny struggled against Jonas' arms as he pulled her away from the wall. She felt the intense pressure from the magical binds around her wrists and ankles and winced. Jonas whispered a spell and Ginny rose from the ground.
"Where are you taking me? I demand to know, Malfoy!"
Malfoy turned to Ginny and looked deep into her eyes. "To Lord Voldermort."
Ginny's mind whirled. 'No! No! I cannot face him again! Please!' Ginny bit her lip to hold back the terror she felt and closed her eyes. Draco saw the fear in her eyes and the shutter that passed through her body. Some unknown feeling began to grow within his chest, but he quickly squashed the traitorous feeling. 'No! I will not play this game.' Draco schooled his faced and turned from the panicked woman.
There you have it. Enjoy. Thanks.
Please be aware that I have done my best concerning the grammar and spelling. If you find a mistake concerning the before mentioned or about some inconsistency with the content please tell me.
Chapter One: Doomed Fate
Three years later
The two black-clad guards dragged the redheaded woman down the dark hall as the sound of their heavy footsteps vibrated against the eroded stonewalls of the fortress. A dejected moan escaped the mouth of the woman as the larger guard of the two tightened his grip around her thin arm.
"Shut up, witch!" the other hissed. He wiped away the trail of blood across his face with his free hand.
"Make haste. I want to be out of here when the Commander comes," uttered the large one. With blood smeared over his face the guard turned his face to his partner and saw fear he felt reflected in his partner's eyes. He gave a short nod and picked up his pace.
They came to a halt at a large oak door at the end of the hall. The woman was transferred to the larger guard's arms as the smaller one dug in his pocket for his wand. With a flick of his wrist and the utterance of "Alohamora" the door sung quickly on its hinges. The women slid across the floor as the large guard threw her carelessly into the room. He laughed as he turned, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"No, the order was that she be chained to the wall. She cannot be trusted, even in this awful state."
"She! She cannot even stand! I would have left her for dead in the building!" he boastfully replied. "Look what she did to your face!"
The bloodied guard shook his head and gestured to the woman, "Fine. Do you want to explain this to the Commander?" A glimpse of pure fear flashed across his partner's face. He knew that the message was received. The guards picked her up and threw her against the wall. Seconds later metal cuffs sprung from the walls to capture her small wrists.
The woman cried out in pain as the metal cuffs cut into her wrists when her legs failed to support her torn body. Her red hair tumbled into her face as she lifted it to mutter, "Please!"
The smaller guard smirked. "Ha! You will not evoke mercy from us witch! You may be strong but you are not that strong." He walked through the door with his laughing partner following. The door closed with finality.
The woman lowered her head to her chest and shut her eyes tightly as a single tear fell slowly down her dirt-covered face.
The pounding in her head intensified as she lifted it to locate the sound of . 'water', she realized. Slowly she opened her eyes to survey her doom. 'My place of destruction,' she thought. The room was a small area, which she knew was made for torture and interrogation. Black and gray stones greeted her sight. The room was dark and cold, just like her fate. She shut her eyes to hold back the on slot of tears that threaten to escape. 'Did I ever realize that it would be this difficult? No,' she sighed, 'my innocence blinded me from this fate. What a fool I was.am.' She sighed again and let her heavy head fall down as she contemplated the cause of her doomed fate, Harry Potter.
Earlier that evening
"Harry, Harry where are you?" Ginny muttered as she hastily looked at her watch, which distinctly said "WAITING." She shifted in her rich red chair and sighed. She immediately grabbed the folded note from her pure white robe and reverently opened it. She failed to suppress the flutter within her chest.
Dearest Ginny,
Meet me at The Wand at 8:30pm. Come alone.
Yours, always
Harry
'Yours, always Harry.' Ginny giggled with girly delight. 'I could die right now and I would be happy.' She carefully refolded the note and tucked it into her robe. She brought her hand to her chin and leaned on the table. She smiled shyly at the 'Come Alone' part. This only meant something romantic and she definitely did not want Matthew and the gang to be there. 'Matthew is going to be angry with me.' The heat from the golden candles caressed her face with warmth. The Wand, she had never been to an elegant restaurant like The Wand. The view was a far cry from the Castle. Not many people here at this time of night. She shifted her view about the room. Golden candles! Rich red tapestries! Enchanted ceiling! The enchanted ceiling fondly reminded her of Hogwarts. A sigh escaped her lips. She lifted her arm to check the time, but a sharp movement to her left caught her eye.
Her trained reflex was the only thing that saved her as a white flash raced to meet her. She swiftly grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it to its side. She only had a moment to feel remorse about the broken golden candles when the powerful jolt hit the table with such force that it pushed her and the table about a foot. Ginny quickly scanned the room as she pulled her wand out. The room seemed darker now that she was on the verge of panic. She shut her eyes and tried to clam her beating heart. 'Think, Ginny, remember what Matthew taught you.' An image of the bearded man came to mind, 'Breathe deep and keep your eyes on the attacker.' Ginny took a deep breath. 'Okay, breath: check.' She lifted herself to her knees and peaked over the table. Nothing, darkness covered the room. She plopped herself to the ground and muttered something unintelligible. A surge of panic raced through her body as another white flash hit the table inches from her nose. 'Forget the breathing. I am getting out of here!'
As she rose from the ground a hand grabbed her right shoulder. Her training kicked into action as she crouched down and swiveled her right leg around in a circle to knock down her attacker. She was rewarded with her attacker's groan as he hit the floor. The man weakly rolled over and threw a dazed looked to Ginny through the blood that covered his face. She flipped her long hair from her face and smiled.
"Get her! Get the Phoenix," a hard voice yelled through the darkness.
'No, they want me for my power!' Ginny's breathing accelerated as four men clad in black robes emerged from the darkness. Ginny poised to fight as two of them rushed her. She exhaled and leaned her upper body to the left as one of the men made to grab her. She caught his wrist and heard the bones break in his elbow as she pushed upwards with her left hand. She pushed him into the table and completed a kick to his partner's head. Both went down with finality.
Her brain registered acute pain as a punch connected beneath her back ribs. She grimaced when she lifted her elbow backwards to retaliate. Her elbow caught her attacker in the head and knocked him to the ground.
"Crucio!" Ginny gave a scream as she went down like a rag doll. She had never felt pain so extremely. It felt like lightening coursing through her body. 'My wand! I need to find my wand!' She flipped her red hair back as she frantically searched for it. She spotted it to her right and reached for it. She quickly raised her wand toward the last remaining man. "Stupefy!" Ginny brought her head to the floor when the last man fell stiff to the ground. She couldn't believe she made it. A tiny laugh broke forth from her lips. It grew as she lifted her hand to forehead.
"I would not laugh if I were you."
Her laugh stilled in her throat. Ginny sat up quickly and found that ten men clad in the same black robe as the first five surrounded her. Her eyes widen with panic. 'Yep, I shouldn't have come alone!' She knew that she would not survive fighting hand to hand. The men shot her angry glares as they began to enclose on her position. There was no way out and no one to help her. She was on her own.
"The power of the Phoenix," she mumbled. She could use her power! Of course, she had never used it before. Her training is still too elementary. It would consume her and leave her for dead. 'Well, I would rather be left for dead than fully dead, right?' She closed her eyes to focus her breath. She could feel the energy within her build like storm clouds. Wind whipped through her hair and flowing robes. The tiny hairs on her arms pricked up as electricity coursed through her body.
From the outside it looked as if she were on fire. The black robed men halted their steps when tiny sparks of electricity shot from her hands. They nervously looked to each other, but refused to retreat. Retreat meant certain death and they would not tempt the Captain. Nor would they go forward any further to tempt the Phoenix.
The storm within her began to increase with intense velocity. Every atom produced indescribable amounts of power. 'I cannot control it,' she mentally screamed. Her mind felt like a bomb waiting to explode with in seconds. Distantly she heard screams, terrific screams. She had to stop. It took every amount of will with in her to quiet the storm. She exhaled with jagged breath and fell to the ground. Quiet permeated her ears. She hesitantly opened her eyes and gasped.
The group of men was lying extremely still. 'What have I done?' She never answered her question. Suddenly, five men jumped from the darkness. 'Don't they ever expire,' she asked tiredly. Ginny could hardly stand. On trembling legs she tried, but she could not support herself. She fell to the ground with a thud. She had not strength left. She would die here and now.
"Crucio!"
"Crucio!"
"Crucio!"
"Crucio!"
Ginny felt no pain as the spells hit her. Her weaken body couldn't even register the pain. Nor did she feel her body jerk as the fifth man began to kick her when everything went black.
The Present
Oh, but she felt the pain now. Her head stayed down as the oak door swung open. Why bother, it would only hurt to lift it. Besides she knew who he was, and what he wanted. His footstep grew louder as he approached her. His unfeeling gray eyes critically examined her pitiful state. The first thing he noticed about her was her curly red hair. It was past shoulder length and it hung covering her face. Next, he noticed her wrists were red and swollen from the metal cuffs. Her soiled white robe hung from her frame barely. He could see black and blue marks on her body from the rips and tares in her robe. His gray eyes narrowed and his upper lip curled. He spun around to face his second in command, Jonas Hunt.
"She was not to be harmed, Jonas. She is no good to us dead!" He roared as his eyes thundered.
Jonas stepped back when he saw his commander's stormy eyes. "Sir, she killed half of my men and wounded the other half. I assure you, Sir, this was the only way. She is powerful."
He sighed as put his hand through his blonde hair. 'Then it is true. She is the Phoenix.' He growled at his second in command just for good measure as he swung his body to face the woman. He took his wand and whispered some healing spells that cleared up her badly bruised skin. He stepped closer as he uttered "Reparo" to fix her robe.
"Sir, I would not get that clos..."
Wham!
His head turned sharply to the left as the blow connected with his head. He stood there stunned as her long leg completed the arch of her kick. He shook his blonde hair out of his face and growled as his dark gray eyes connected with her deep brown eyes. She whipped her hair out of her face and smiled, "Opps." 'I might be a fool and I might be doomed, but I will not be used for his evil works!'
A surge of anger coursed through his body, but he quickly stifled it. He always prided himself on his self-control, but she pushing him too quickly. He brought his right hand to his cheek and cursed when pain raced through his face and down his neck. He flicked his wand to her ankles and metal cuff encircled them. "Was that the thanks I get, woman, for healing you? Or was that just a hello?" He smirked while he put his wand away.
"No, it was go to Hel...." Her smile faded quickly as his hand encircled her neck cutting off her statement. He brought his body close to hers invading her boundaries. A smell of cinnamon bark and some kind fragrant leaves that he could not identify overpowered his senses. 'Focus, man. Do your job!' He turned his hard eyes to hers.
"The questions were rhetorical, Weasley!" He smirked as her eyes widened by his knowledge of her identity. She did not think that he would remember her. She was not the same shy little girl he ignored in Hogwarts. She had grown from her tiny frame to a long and sender one. Her fair skin was clear from her childish freckles expect a few on her nose. Her curly red hair was still wild; it refused to be tamed. Her transformation was just not physical, no. Her responsibility to the Order of the Phoenix transformed her mentally and emotionally. Her responsibly had been her crucible as his responsibility to the Dark Lord was his. But that was where the comparison ended. He was her antithesis.
"Red hair like yours does not go unnoticed, especially when you join the Order, Weasely. The Dark Lord has kept an eye on you ever since the opening of the Chamber of Secrets. You remember that, do you not? Ginny's body froze at the mention of the Chamber of Secrets. She shut her eyes as hundreds of images of horror and pain past through her mind. She opened her eyes to the man inches away from her when a quiet deep chuckle reached her ears. "Because I do," he whispered.
She spat in his face. "Go to Hel...."
"Been there, Love." He wiped his face with his free hand. He released her and stepped back never taking his eyes from hers.
"Uh....with all due respect, Commander Malfoy, it is time for us to leave." Jonas hesitantly stated.
Ginny noticed that Malfoy's eyes had become barren and soulless as he heard this. "Yes." He stated blandly. Malfoy straighten his shoulders. "Virginia Weasley, you are hereby a prisoner of the Dark Lord. Your agency is revoked and you are his to control." 'Welcome to Hell,' he added mentally. He closed his eyes and gestured to Jonas, "Captain, release her and magically bind her hands," he hesitated and touched his face, "and her ankles."
Ginny struggled against Jonas' arms as he pulled her away from the wall. She felt the intense pressure from the magical binds around her wrists and ankles and winced. Jonas whispered a spell and Ginny rose from the ground.
"Where are you taking me? I demand to know, Malfoy!"
Malfoy turned to Ginny and looked deep into her eyes. "To Lord Voldermort."
Ginny's mind whirled. 'No! No! I cannot face him again! Please!' Ginny bit her lip to hold back the terror she felt and closed her eyes. Draco saw the fear in her eyes and the shutter that passed through her body. Some unknown feeling began to grow within his chest, but he quickly squashed the traitorous feeling. 'No! I will not play this game.' Draco schooled his faced and turned from the panicked woman.
There you have it. Enjoy. Thanks.