Hey it's been really long since I updated last huh? Well guess what
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opportunity to thank my Partner in crime Hjordis **cough** read her story
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the story would SUCK!!
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After a horrible moment of feeling like she was split apart, cell by cell, Ginny reappeared in what appeared to be a dungeon. It was dark and dank, made of cold gray stone. She heard rats squeaking in the corner, and felt a shiver roll over her arms. Quickly she pulled down the sleeves of her sweater.
*Draco, * she thought angrily. *How could you? How could you tell your father about me? * She looked at the man, who looked so much like his son, but wasn't at all like him. Panic rippled through her body as she thought of meeting Voldemort, using her visions for Voldemort. Saying she wanted a Dark Mark was one thing; receiving one, well, that was quite another.
"This isn't right," Lucius was saying to himself when Ginny began to listen again. He pulled out his wand and spoke a magic word unknown to Ginny. In a bright flash, the walls changed; they were made of finely crafted mahogany, as was the wardrobe in the corner. A king-sized bed lined with emerald silk sheets was tucked into the corner of the room. A crystal chandelier on the ceiling, lit with sixteen silver candles, softly illuminated the room. "The Master will meet with you later. Until now, prepare yourselves for dinner. I'll come get you in a few hours." Lucius Apparated away.
Ginny went to the corner, sitting down in an emerald velvet armchair. Tears dripped down her face. She was so afraid, there were no words to describe it. She was going to meet Voldemort, the one person left in the world she truly feared.
~*~
Draco Apparated outside of Riddle House in Little Hangleton. To the neighbors' knowledge, no one lived in the manor anymore. The house looked undisturbed; the flower beds were dead and covered with fallen leaves in weeds, window shutters hung loosely from the house, and it was in dire need of painting. But inside lived the Dark Lord, Peter Pettigrew, and several other servants. Draco couldn't see her, but he could almost feel Ginny inside.
Fear ran down his back like a glass of ice water when the door to Riddle House opened. Draco walked up the steps and through the front door. Once he was inside, the door closed behind him.
"Draco," a cool voice said. Lucius appeared on the staircase before him, a smug look on his face.
"Where is she?" Draco said furiously, as he walked towards his father with a deadly look on his face.
"I will bring you to her, soon," Lucius replied, not looking at all disturbed. "Come, my son." The wizard began to walk up the stairs, and Draco followed. Hatred ran through his veins when he thought about his father, but to save Ginny, Draco would follow him off a cliff into a ravine.
They walked down the hall. It was about eight o'clock p.m. now, and the hall was lit with silver candlesticks hovering above the floor. Draco, deep in thought, continued to walk through the hall until he heard a loud hissing sound. He looked down, and saw a snake slithering on the floor, inches below his foot. The snake stuck his tongue out at him, and slid down the hall. "Hurry, Draco," Lucius snapped as Draco complied.
Lucius pushed open a bedroom door where a large armchair sat facing a fire. The back of a head covered in raven hair faced the fire. Beside the armchair stood Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail, hunched over and shuddering.
"Leave us," ordered the Dark Lord. Wormtail slipped out the room. Draco watched him go and shut the door behind him. Voldemort stood and turned around. His eyes, redder than blood, colder than ice, surveyed Draco in a repulsive way. His face formed into a smile that made Draco's stomach twist in an uncomfortable way. "Draco, my boy," Voldemort said in a way that made Draco feel ill. "She is here."
"Where?" Draco demanded to know.
"In time. But first, I have questions. Has Virginia agreed to becoming a Death Eater?"
"She appeared to be interested," Draco said, feeling the need to lie. But lying to Voldemort would be far more deadly than letting Ginny receive a Dark Mark. "I don't know if she will agree immediately."
Voldemort nodded. "Well, there are ways around that." He raised an eyebrow, as if daring Draco to ask what those ways were. "Go to her. She is in the basement. Tell her of all the things we can offer her- and you, if she joins us." He flapped a spidery hand his way and sat back down in his chair. "Lucius, show him where his lover is staying."
"Immediately, My Lord," Lucius replied, bowing and scraping his heels. The elder Malfoy led his son through the house to solid iron basement door. Lucius's frosty gray eyes looked down upon his son, gripping his shoulder painfully. "You better have not been lying, boy."
"I wasn't," Draco spat, feeling irritation blossom in his at the word "boy".
"Tell Virginia Voldemort expects you for dessert in half an hour." Lucius whipped open the iron entrance and shoved his son inside, slamming the door and locking it behind him.
In the corner of the room was a chair; upon it, a forlorn-looking redhead. Her dull brown eyes illuminated when she saw the boy in her room. "Draco!" she gasped, standing up and running to him. Amorously she kissed him, both in need of warmth and comfort. "Gods, I was so worried."
"Don't worry 'bout it," Draco said quietly, stroking her cherry-red hair. Ginny reluctantly let go. "My father, Voldemort's personal puppy," he snapped to himself as he sat down on the bed. "I bet he fetches his slippers and morning newspaper for him, too." He turned to Ginny, who stared at him. "What is it? Tell me, love."
"When did you tell your father I had visions?" Ginny asked quietly.
The young man paused. "Christmas," he admitted.
"That long? Draco, how- how could you? You know how I feel about them." Her brown eyes simmered with suppressed rage.
"He was going to kill you," Draco explained. "He found out about our relationship. He said it was distracting me for becoming a Death Eater."
"Looks like your father isn't the only Voldemort Whelp in the family," Ginny said bitterly. Draco scowled and stood up, walking towards Ginny slowly; the remark was too true not to hurt. "Don't you dare speak to me like that," he said softly.
"I'll speak to you anyway I want!" Ginny shouted, slapping him across the face. Draco winced as his skin began to sting. He turned back to Ginny, who had begun trembling. "Oh, God," she whispered, suddenly burying her face in her love's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Draco felt dampness on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his love's waist. "I'm so scared, Draco."
"I am too," he reminded her. "But we're together, all right? That's all that matters." She nodded, lifting her head. Draco put his fingers to her eyes, gently brushing away tears. "Let's get ready for dessert with My Lord."
~*~
Draco entered the dining room, dressed in a fine black suit. Ginny was on his arm, clad in a lace-trimmed emerald silk dress.
Voldemort surveyed the two. The poetic irony of the pair! Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater; not any Death Eater, but one of the Dark Lord's inner circle. He was made for evil since he was baptized in the Dark Lord's blood.
But Virginia was not at all expected. Her parents fought tirelessly against him during his reign of glory. Her brother was the best friend with Harry Potter, his greatest enemy. But she had proved useful in the small time he was at Hogwarts, attempting to raise his basilisk. Darkness bloomed in her, like a black rose; her eyes, more black than brown, held her true nature.
"Good evening," the Dark Lord greeted them. He snapped his fingers, and Wormtail snapped to attention, quickly pouring wine for the adolescents. "How are you both?"
"Fine," Ginny told him, her voice coated with ice.
Voldemort smiled, revealing too-white teeth in a sickly smile. "Draco tells me about your visions."
"He was lying," Ginny said flatly. Any color drained quickly from Draco's face. Her eyes were filled with false earnestness. "I don't see the future."
Voldemort's grin faltered. His arms reached across the table to clench Ginny's pale white hand. He grabbed his hand, and Ginny, confused, smiled slightly. The Dark Lord's strong hands tightened; Ginny looked pained, but didn't even wince. "Don't lie to me, Virginia," he whispered, his hard red eyes bright with ire. In a fluid motion, he released her hands.
"You poor girl," Voldemort said sympathetically. "Dead father, family in shambles, suspended from Hogwarts." Ginny looked away, and Draco's hand rested atop of hers. "All I wish to give you is a new family, a new life. You and Draco won't have to worry about what others think about your relationship. You two can stay together."
Ginny looked towards Draco, her eyes hopelessly lost. Draco said nothing, utterly without words or advice for his lover. She looked back towards Voldemort. *She knows*, the Dark Lord thought delightedly. *There is nothing that her family or Hogwarts can give to her that is better than what I have to offer. * Her expression was perplexed. Voldemort decided to lie out his final card. "I'll have you two married."
Ginny's head snapped up towards the Dark Lord. "You- you can do that?"
"I cannot," Voldemort replied, "but I can have it arranged. You would like that, wouldn't you?"
Draco looked outraged; not at the thought of marrying Ginny, but that Voldemort was manipulating her feelings in such a way. He wanted to stand and start yelling, take Ginny away from this. He felt his Dark Mark burn painfully on his arm.
Ginny stared into space for such a long time, until she finally nodded.
"Give me the Mark."
~*~
After a horrible moment of feeling like she was split apart, cell by cell, Ginny reappeared in what appeared to be a dungeon. It was dark and dank, made of cold gray stone. She heard rats squeaking in the corner, and felt a shiver roll over her arms. Quickly she pulled down the sleeves of her sweater.
*Draco, * she thought angrily. *How could you? How could you tell your father about me? * She looked at the man, who looked so much like his son, but wasn't at all like him. Panic rippled through her body as she thought of meeting Voldemort, using her visions for Voldemort. Saying she wanted a Dark Mark was one thing; receiving one, well, that was quite another.
"This isn't right," Lucius was saying to himself when Ginny began to listen again. He pulled out his wand and spoke a magic word unknown to Ginny. In a bright flash, the walls changed; they were made of finely crafted mahogany, as was the wardrobe in the corner. A king-sized bed lined with emerald silk sheets was tucked into the corner of the room. A crystal chandelier on the ceiling, lit with sixteen silver candles, softly illuminated the room. "The Master will meet with you later. Until now, prepare yourselves for dinner. I'll come get you in a few hours." Lucius Apparated away.
Ginny went to the corner, sitting down in an emerald velvet armchair. Tears dripped down her face. She was so afraid, there were no words to describe it. She was going to meet Voldemort, the one person left in the world she truly feared.
~*~
Draco Apparated outside of Riddle House in Little Hangleton. To the neighbors' knowledge, no one lived in the manor anymore. The house looked undisturbed; the flower beds were dead and covered with fallen leaves in weeds, window shutters hung loosely from the house, and it was in dire need of painting. But inside lived the Dark Lord, Peter Pettigrew, and several other servants. Draco couldn't see her, but he could almost feel Ginny inside.
Fear ran down his back like a glass of ice water when the door to Riddle House opened. Draco walked up the steps and through the front door. Once he was inside, the door closed behind him.
"Draco," a cool voice said. Lucius appeared on the staircase before him, a smug look on his face.
"Where is she?" Draco said furiously, as he walked towards his father with a deadly look on his face.
"I will bring you to her, soon," Lucius replied, not looking at all disturbed. "Come, my son." The wizard began to walk up the stairs, and Draco followed. Hatred ran through his veins when he thought about his father, but to save Ginny, Draco would follow him off a cliff into a ravine.
They walked down the hall. It was about eight o'clock p.m. now, and the hall was lit with silver candlesticks hovering above the floor. Draco, deep in thought, continued to walk through the hall until he heard a loud hissing sound. He looked down, and saw a snake slithering on the floor, inches below his foot. The snake stuck his tongue out at him, and slid down the hall. "Hurry, Draco," Lucius snapped as Draco complied.
Lucius pushed open a bedroom door where a large armchair sat facing a fire. The back of a head covered in raven hair faced the fire. Beside the armchair stood Peter Pettigrew, or Wormtail, hunched over and shuddering.
"Leave us," ordered the Dark Lord. Wormtail slipped out the room. Draco watched him go and shut the door behind him. Voldemort stood and turned around. His eyes, redder than blood, colder than ice, surveyed Draco in a repulsive way. His face formed into a smile that made Draco's stomach twist in an uncomfortable way. "Draco, my boy," Voldemort said in a way that made Draco feel ill. "She is here."
"Where?" Draco demanded to know.
"In time. But first, I have questions. Has Virginia agreed to becoming a Death Eater?"
"She appeared to be interested," Draco said, feeling the need to lie. But lying to Voldemort would be far more deadly than letting Ginny receive a Dark Mark. "I don't know if she will agree immediately."
Voldemort nodded. "Well, there are ways around that." He raised an eyebrow, as if daring Draco to ask what those ways were. "Go to her. She is in the basement. Tell her of all the things we can offer her- and you, if she joins us." He flapped a spidery hand his way and sat back down in his chair. "Lucius, show him where his lover is staying."
"Immediately, My Lord," Lucius replied, bowing and scraping his heels. The elder Malfoy led his son through the house to solid iron basement door. Lucius's frosty gray eyes looked down upon his son, gripping his shoulder painfully. "You better have not been lying, boy."
"I wasn't," Draco spat, feeling irritation blossom in his at the word "boy".
"Tell Virginia Voldemort expects you for dessert in half an hour." Lucius whipped open the iron entrance and shoved his son inside, slamming the door and locking it behind him.
In the corner of the room was a chair; upon it, a forlorn-looking redhead. Her dull brown eyes illuminated when she saw the boy in her room. "Draco!" she gasped, standing up and running to him. Amorously she kissed him, both in need of warmth and comfort. "Gods, I was so worried."
"Don't worry 'bout it," Draco said quietly, stroking her cherry-red hair. Ginny reluctantly let go. "My father, Voldemort's personal puppy," he snapped to himself as he sat down on the bed. "I bet he fetches his slippers and morning newspaper for him, too." He turned to Ginny, who stared at him. "What is it? Tell me, love."
"When did you tell your father I had visions?" Ginny asked quietly.
The young man paused. "Christmas," he admitted.
"That long? Draco, how- how could you? You know how I feel about them." Her brown eyes simmered with suppressed rage.
"He was going to kill you," Draco explained. "He found out about our relationship. He said it was distracting me for becoming a Death Eater."
"Looks like your father isn't the only Voldemort Whelp in the family," Ginny said bitterly. Draco scowled and stood up, walking towards Ginny slowly; the remark was too true not to hurt. "Don't you dare speak to me like that," he said softly.
"I'll speak to you anyway I want!" Ginny shouted, slapping him across the face. Draco winced as his skin began to sting. He turned back to Ginny, who had begun trembling. "Oh, God," she whispered, suddenly burying her face in her love's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Draco felt dampness on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his love's waist. "I'm so scared, Draco."
"I am too," he reminded her. "But we're together, all right? That's all that matters." She nodded, lifting her head. Draco put his fingers to her eyes, gently brushing away tears. "Let's get ready for dessert with My Lord."
~*~
Draco entered the dining room, dressed in a fine black suit. Ginny was on his arm, clad in a lace-trimmed emerald silk dress.
Voldemort surveyed the two. The poetic irony of the pair! Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater; not any Death Eater, but one of the Dark Lord's inner circle. He was made for evil since he was baptized in the Dark Lord's blood.
But Virginia was not at all expected. Her parents fought tirelessly against him during his reign of glory. Her brother was the best friend with Harry Potter, his greatest enemy. But she had proved useful in the small time he was at Hogwarts, attempting to raise his basilisk. Darkness bloomed in her, like a black rose; her eyes, more black than brown, held her true nature.
"Good evening," the Dark Lord greeted them. He snapped his fingers, and Wormtail snapped to attention, quickly pouring wine for the adolescents. "How are you both?"
"Fine," Ginny told him, her voice coated with ice.
Voldemort smiled, revealing too-white teeth in a sickly smile. "Draco tells me about your visions."
"He was lying," Ginny said flatly. Any color drained quickly from Draco's face. Her eyes were filled with false earnestness. "I don't see the future."
Voldemort's grin faltered. His arms reached across the table to clench Ginny's pale white hand. He grabbed his hand, and Ginny, confused, smiled slightly. The Dark Lord's strong hands tightened; Ginny looked pained, but didn't even wince. "Don't lie to me, Virginia," he whispered, his hard red eyes bright with ire. In a fluid motion, he released her hands.
"You poor girl," Voldemort said sympathetically. "Dead father, family in shambles, suspended from Hogwarts." Ginny looked away, and Draco's hand rested atop of hers. "All I wish to give you is a new family, a new life. You and Draco won't have to worry about what others think about your relationship. You two can stay together."
Ginny looked towards Draco, her eyes hopelessly lost. Draco said nothing, utterly without words or advice for his lover. She looked back towards Voldemort. *She knows*, the Dark Lord thought delightedly. *There is nothing that her family or Hogwarts can give to her that is better than what I have to offer. * Her expression was perplexed. Voldemort decided to lie out his final card. "I'll have you two married."
Ginny's head snapped up towards the Dark Lord. "You- you can do that?"
"I cannot," Voldemort replied, "but I can have it arranged. You would like that, wouldn't you?"
Draco looked outraged; not at the thought of marrying Ginny, but that Voldemort was manipulating her feelings in such a way. He wanted to stand and start yelling, take Ginny away from this. He felt his Dark Mark burn painfully on his arm.
Ginny stared into space for such a long time, until she finally nodded.
"Give me the Mark."