Summary: Tom Riddle is back in power and he's ready to meet up with old acquaintances. Where does Ginny fit in all of this? Well, she's the reason the Vampires won't cooperate with Tom's evil plans. Join Ginny as she is slowly manipulated by the Dark Lord into the perfect tool of evil. Will she ever get out unscratched? Maybe not or maybe so, but the scars will forever mark her soul!
Disclaimer: If you notice that the characters aren't mine you're probably right because they all belong to J.K Rowling.
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Chapter 6
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Tom – Voldemort – was sitting atop an elegant, wooden chair, resembling a throne, in the middle of the room, surrounded by all his followers and a fairly large group of strangers, which apart from their freakishly pale complexions and the silk bandanas that were tightly wrapped around their left forearm, looked a lot like his Death Eaters, draped in black cloaks and all.
His face was upturned into a smile, his features gleaming with a crazy tint in the pal, flickering light of the candles and the burning torches, adorning the stone walls.
"What do you want now Riddle?" A man – from the strangers group - hissed from under his hood menacingly.
Tom laughed.
"Hope not our aid like the last time!" Another man from beside the former, said defiantly.
"Yeah," another from the group said fearlessly, "You know our answer! It'll always be no!"
Tom shook his head amused. "Really? What if I told you I had something of yours. Something that you'd most want to get back!"
"Riddle, you have nothing of our interest so just leave us live in our pathetic mortal existence." The stranger that had spoken first said, spitting out the word 'mortal' as Tom often found himself saying 'mudblood'.
"Well that's here you're wrong Antherus!" Tom said, cracking a smile, but looking cynical nonetheless.
"What could you possible have of ours that would give you so much confidence?" the man asked, curiosity spilling into the tone of his voice.
Voldemort – Tom – didn't reply but instead bent down from his seat and whispered something one of his Death Eater's ears. The Death Eater nodded obediently and left the room.
"You'll see!" He smirked, facing the strange group of men.
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The first thing Ginny felt was when she woke up, was soreness all over her bruised body. The binding spell that Tom had cast on her had seemed to posses a mind of its own. The bonds had been so tight after the first time she had managed to escape – probably for safety precautions – that before she passed out, Ginny could've sworn she felt them digging sharply into her skin.
Although – due to her vampire complexion – no bruises or marks were apparent on her body, if Ginny touched the spots where she remembered the pain being the night before, she would scream from the agonizing pain that coursed through her body.
From the looks of it, Ginny mused as her eyes wondered around her surrounding, and from the low temperature, the redhead guessed she was down somewhere in the dungeons.
The floor she had woken up on was gold and wet, water dripping from the ceiling quite a few feet away from her, a puddle already forming. A pale light flitted through bars that marked her window and Ginny probably guessed it was night, for the light was a pale white.
Ginny glanced up again at the window but as much as her mind tried to form numerous escape plans involving the window as her escape rout, it was just impossible, the window was just out of reach. Besides, she was not leaving the place without Hermione.
If Ginny would suffer by the hands of the Death Eaters, being a pureblood and all, she couldn't even begin to imagine what Hermione might be experiencing at the moment.
Ginny growled in anger, noticing the food tray by the door for the first time, come to think of it, noticing the wooden door for the first time. Boldly walking towards the door, the redhead briefly glanced down on the dray. A glass of water, a piece of dried bread and a bowl of broth probably spoiled.
Ginny turned away in disgust, kicking the tray with her feet and sending the contents of the bowl and the glass spilling on the floor.
Ginny doubted that she still posses her wand, but it was worth a try. Last time before they were attacked, her wand had been in the pockets of her black jeans. Reaching a hand in her pants, Ginny's hand encircled a long, wooden object.
Her wand!
She could've jumped from joy, but she still couldn't help but wonder. How was it possible? Was it a trick?
Surely they must've searched her robes before they abducted her…unless…
Unless Tom took the wand she had wanted to use on him in Hogsmade as her own.
Ginny felt her laughed echo off the walls, shaking the empty room. Maybe her luck was brightening up, she thought with a smile as she briefly thought of magically unlocking the door.
However, no such thing happened for right then the door opened, allowing three hood figures in the room – Death Eaters – only one face standing out among them.
Ginny's eyes narrowed and her brows scrunched in anger. "You!"
"Yes Miss Weasley me, were you expecting someone else?" Lucius Malfoy's brows rose in questioning and his eyes twinkled in amusement. Ginny's sneered and if possible, her glare was even more fierce.
The blond sighed in a bored tone and with a wave of his hand, order to two thugs that had accompanied him to "Bring the girl!"
Ginny again struggled but the men were too strong, even for her unnatural strength. She managed to kick one of them in the shins and land quite a strong punch in the other's stomach but as she ran around her cell like a scared animal trying to run away from its predator, the thugs regained their stature and managed to capture her.
She tried to twist from their iron hard grip but it was futile and she only managed in infuriating them and making them dig their nails into her wrists to keep her from squirming.
Finally, with an angry and exasperated sigh, Ginny gave in, standing limp and allowing the thugs to drag her to Merlin only knew where. After all, tom wouldn't kill her that much she knew. He had so himself.
Ginny closed her eyes, trying to regain her tough composure. They reached the end of the hallway and Lucius Malfoy stepped in front of them, opening the doors with a careless wave of his wand.
"Master!" he called, bowing as he entered the room and Ginny felt the Death Eaters' grip on her disappear as she stumbled onto her knees, nearly collapsing on the wine red carpet as she tripped over her feet.
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"A creature of the night,
She waits for the blanket of stars,
And then spreads her wings.
On the hunt,
She seeks out her mortal prey."The Headmaster read, rubbing his eyes with a sigh.
"The signs were all there in front of us. We knew it was her from the beginning. Why did we not act?" Fudge asked, sitting at the other end of the table, across from Dumbledore.
"Cornelius," Dumbledore calmly began, "The prophecy clearly states that she could be the weapon of the dark, as well as the weapon of the light. We figured that if we let her make her own decisions she might turn to the right side."
"Yes, she might've, but it's too late now. You-Know-Who already did what we should've done from the beginning, grab her!"
Minerva looked at the Minister indignantly, and when she spoke her voice was laced with anger. "Miss Weasley is my student and a person very much like you and me. She's not a thing to be mistreated or used!" she huffed.
Cornelius was about to make a snappish retort but he was stopped by Snape's sudden entrance that left the door to hit the wall with a loud bang as he stepped in, gliding over toward the teacher's table. "He has her locked in one of the dungeons, and he's already started using her against the Vampires. He's trying to turn them over to his cause and although they've been neutral for centuries, I believe it won't be long till they give in."
Someone in the room swore and Fudge hit the table with his fist loudly. "Well," Dumbledore turned his gaze from watching the Potions Professor to staring at the teachers and the minister. "All we can do is pray that Miss Weasley is stronger at heart than she looks and try to think up an escape plan in the meanwhile."
There was a murmur of agreement all throughout the room and Severus drew up a chair, joining in on the conversation.
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Ginny angrily used her hands for support as she pushed herself off the floor. The Death Eaters in the room laughed, but the group of stranger in the room remained silent, until a man Ginny took as their leader spoke. "What use do we have with a teenage girl apart from the obvious." He laughed, the pale light that lightened the room meekly bouncing off the neat set of fangs.
Good! Ginny thought, my people. Maybe they will help me.
Tom smiled, and Ginny didn't like it one bit. Through the jean fabric of her pants, she felt the slim outline of her wand. "Bring her to me!" He ordered and the two thugs that had brought her in strode forward.
"I can walk by myself, thank you very much." She said in a tone that sounded more bold and defiant than she actually felt.
In reality, with each step she took closer to Tom her heart beat even more frantic than before. Maybe she could really pull it off! Everyone would be so proud of her if she did.
Tom was merely amused but he shook his Death Eaters off her. Suddenly, as to damper her spirits and ruin her plan, Tom's smile faded off his face and he yelled loudly. "Someone quick, she's got a wand!" How he saw through her pants was beyond Ginny, but she now knew where he had looked with that lustful expression.
A dozen or surely more Death Eaters all clothed in black cloaks quickly rushed at her, but she was faster due to her nature and in an instant, four of her attackers were lying unconscious on the floor.
However, as before, her efforts were futile for the group of vampires just stood staring at her and it seemed as it was one against Merlin knew how many of Tom's followers, including the devil himself.
In the end it was he who managed to get her under control, stunning her momentarily and snapping the wand in half. "Stupid fools! After all this is over I want to see the person who checked her belongings before lodging her in the dungeon!" His eyes were narrowed in anger and as his spoke, his voice was laced with venom.
He pulled Ginny roughly by the hair to her feet after reviving her, dragging her in front of the vampire group. Ginny stifled a yelp of pain as Tom pulled roughly on her hair, holding her suspended in the air by the roots of her hair.
The next thing Ginny saw was the fast approaching floor as Tom through her non-too-gently to the floor at the feet of the vampires. "Take a good look at her, she's your Queen!" he spat with self-satisfied contempt.
There was a great silence from the vampires in which they all took the time to study her. Finally, as Ginny thought she could take no more of slowly painful silence, a bold vampire spoke from the leader's side.
"Majesty?" he probed, unsure of Ginny's reaction.
"It's not Desdemona if that's what you're thinking…Merely her dirt-poor heir!" Tom said, looking down on Ginny who had now pulled her legs under her and sat crouched on the floor, afraid to get up.
Gently though, the man that stood in front of the vampire group, slightly apart from them, bent down and took both of her hands into his, bowing his head slightly. "Majesty," he said politely as though she was the most important person in the world. "You have returned to us!"
"No quite," Tom said, tugging on her shoulder and sharply pulling her up, making her release her hold on the vampire's hands. "You see, you can have your precious queen back if you join me…My army and the cause."
The man stood up as well, glancing at Ginny with understanding pain and pity in his eyes. Then he glared at Tom. "Never!" he hissed.
Tom rolled his eyes in a bored manner and pulled Ginny away, pushing her into Lucius Malfoy's hold. "Well, I guess Ginevra will be mine until you change your mind!" he said nastily and ordered Malfoy Sr. to bring her back to her cell.
This time Ginny obliged as she was carried away. She felt drained, she had no wish or strength to fight back…all she wanted was to sleep! Sleep and forget about the cruel world she lived in!
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She had fallen asleep! Drat it!
Ginny swore, getting up from the spot where she had curled on the stone floor of the dungeon and fallen asleep. But she suddenly felt something heavy weight down on her ankles and her wrists, pulling her down back again as she retried to stand up.
It was then that Ginny noticed the heavy chains around her ankles and the ones around her wrists, binding her close to the wall.
Great! Ginny thought angrily, now I feel more like a caged animal than before.
Her stomach grumbled and Ginny suppressed her anger, but did not fulfill her body's desire for food. After all, it wasn't food it craved, it was something else…more delicious…more precious than food.
Ginny sat against the wall, thinking on where they could've taken Hermione. What if they raped her? Or worse…killed her? Ginny shook her head.
She had to get out of here, had to find Hermione…Who was she kidding? She wasn't Harry Bloody Potter, she couldn't pull something like that. In the end, they would probably both end up dead.
Ginny sighed sadly. She missed Ron, Harry and poor Hermione! Suffering away probably in another similar cell like Ginny's.
Her mind wondered on another person…Tom! How she hated him! No, hate was not a strong enough word – loath – described her feelings better.
She loathed him for what he did to her, to her family, to the muggles…heck, she loathed what he did to the world! She loathed his breath, his intoxicating scent, his perfect midnight black hair…loathed his perfectly sculptured lips and his elegant nose, his black-like-coffee-bean eyes!
Every cell in his body was loathed by one fiery redhead, but what she loathed most was the way he made her feel!
Yes it was sad that she still felt that way for him…it was pitting, pathetically pitting.
Well, Ginny reasoned to herself, there was no need to wallow in self pity. That never got anyone anywhere.
Her eyes felt heavy again and a yawn passed her lips. Before she knew it, her head had rolled back, gently hitting the stone wall as sleep consumed her once more.
When she awoke again it was due to the sudden noise that Ginny recognized as the creaking of a door as it opened. Ginny, her eyes still closed, remained still until she heard the door close.
When her brown orbs searched the room she found nothing but the void of her cell staring back her. She was alone. Had she imagined the creak of the door? Was she growing lonesome?
Ginny gave herself and inward pinch. What was she talking about? Two days in a dungeon and she was starting to sound like those insane prisoners she had seen with Hermione in her muggle movies.
But she wasn't insane. No, she could've sworn she heard someone lightly move on the stone floor, careful to remain quiet, which was rather hard, considering her strong senses.
Her eyes narrowed as she struggled to stand up despite the strong pull of her newfound 'friends' – the chains. An invisibility cloak!
She couldn't quite tell where the person was in the room and she couldn't follow the vague aroma that tickled her nose from one of the cell's corners were the person was.
But she did recognize the smell. It was His! By Merlin, what did he want now? Did he come to poke some more fun at the "dirt poor heir"? He was really starting to resemble Draco Malfoy. Arrogant and snobby, thinking that he deserved everything and anyone, possibly even the world on a silver platter.
She still couldn't see him but she decided to play along as he drew closer. After all, she wasn't sure if he knew about the Vampire's famous senses, which exceeded those of a human by probably, twice of maybe thrice the normal capability.
She took care in her acting to look around the cell walls with clear boredom written across her face. She even twirled a few strands of her strawberry blond hair between her fingers, looking in the other direction of where she guessed he was standing.
After a while of waiting for him to initiate some sort of contact, Ginny was getting rather frustrated and pissed off. Had he came in just to stare at her, or merely to make her feel like she was a show animal at the Zoo?
As though he miraculously sensed her mood, he then chose the moment to stride forward, taking his cloak off.
Ginny, who was pretending to look at the wall, jumped up as if startled. "What a fright you gave me, Riddle! I don't know how I'll ever manage to regain my wits or bring my raging heart under control!" she said mockingly, tilting her head to the side as she glared at him.
As always, he looked amused with her. "I didn't know I had that effect on you Ginevra! We must – ah…mm - experiment sometime to see if you have the same reaction."
He smirked and seemed unmoved by her dark scowl that tried to cover up for her flushed cheeks.
After staring at her some more in a way Ginny could not define, his gaze left her face and slithered along the floor until they finally rested on the uneaten food.
"You haven't eaten," he stated simply, not looking at her. "Why?"
Struggling into a standing position, she laughed dryly. "It doesn't take a genius to figure out why."
The chains weighted heavily on her exhausted body, dragging her down with the same intense weight that her hunger bore down in her stomach.
Realisation dawned on his face and Ginny saw him turn his head in her direction again. A violent cough suddenly passed her lips, interrupting Tom's train of thought just as he was going to make a comment.
No book she had read at Hogwarts had ever said that a vampire was so weak without food…without blood. Her people – she - was weak without it. What a dependable thing, blood was, for both humans and vampires. Inwardly, she smiled an ironic smile.
"You're sick," he stated emotionlessly - but underneath his cool mask, a flicker of emotions passed - as she coughed once more, her whole body shaking with the force of it as she stumbled into the stone wall for support. In an instant he was by her side, ready to catch her if she fell.
She laughed again. "Not sick, just weak!" she said in a raspy voice, willing her lungs to draw in a ragged breath.
"Keep me here longer and there won't be anything left for you to negotiate with the vampires." She smirked, inwardly elaborating to herself the thought of death. It would've been a much welcomed option during the present time.
"I see that now." He said, his brows furrowed in concentration.
She was hesitating at first, but when she trusted her mouth to form the right words in the prefect tone of manipulation, she finally spoke. "Mind informing me as to why I'm being held in chains?" she inquired innocently, her voice pushing the edge.
Tom laughed, his cool look settling on his face once more as he stared at her. "Forgotten your little tirade from yesterday already?" she looked at him blankly and his smirk boarded, walking slowly over to her other side. "I'll put it simply Ginny, you're not one for obedience anymore that much I must say. I can't just have you waltzing around the place waving a wand around, now can I? Who knows where you might find another weapon to use against me…" he chuckled.
Ginny remembered the event quite suddenly, her wand that she had found in her pocket. Silly girl that she was, she should've just tried to get away instead of thinking she could ever kill Tom.
"But that's not why I came here." He said, moving away from her. She watched his every movement, her eyes clouded by uncertain emotions. "Actually, I was thinking if I should move you and I see that unless I want you dead, I'm forced to do so."
Ginny watched as he strode towards the door with mesmerizing grace, opening it with an easy flick of his wrist and disappearing beyond the stone wall. Magic fizzed in the air and Ginny let out breathless sigh…how she longed for her wand!
Two Death Eaters, of smaller stature than yesterday's thugs, stepped in, a small girl of barely eleven dressed in rags, limply following them. She had red hair, much like Ginny's, that fell in straight waves down her back, teary blue eyes downcast as she walked slowly behind the Death Eaters.
Tom appeared through the door once again, walking sharply to the girl and yanking as sharply on her hair and dragging her beside him. Reaching the chained Ginny he pushed the girl to her feet.
The child stumbled and suppressed a sob. Tom grinned, a cynical smile adorning his face. "Isn't she lovely?" he asked Ginny, staring at her now. "She reminds me so much of you Ginevra!" he said, hissing her name.
If Ginny didn't feel her heart breaking for the child, she would've rolled her eyes. Sometimes he acted like such a teenage girl with constant mood swings and all.
"Bow down you worthless squib!" he yelled at her and raised his hand.
Despite the chains and her weakness, Ginny's arm snapped up as though with a mind of its own. "Don't!" she said dangerously, glaring.
He looked angry at her for a minute, but then, quite suddenly his eyes changed, acquiring a blank look once again. "Whatever," was his careless reply as he sharply turned, his black cloak swirling behind him. "Bring the girl into one of the rooms and mudblood," he sharply added, "you better make sure Ginevra has everything she needs."
The girl nodded even though his back was turned and he had no way of seeing her obedience.
"Oh and Ginny," he paused a few feet away from the door, turning halfway, his wand pointed at the young redhead girl. "Never contradict my actions! Crucio!" Blue light snaked out of the tip of his wand, hitting the child squarely in the chest. She doubled over falling on the floor in pain, agonizing screams thundering throughout the cell.
Ginny bit her lip to stop herself from trying to do something foolish to save the child. Something foolish that would get the redhead child in even more pain. All she could do was watch with wide eyes as her body twisted and convulsed on the ground until finally Tom removed the spell and without another word walked out of the room.
The Death Eaters removed the chains from Ginny's weakened body, careful to gently carry her to wherever they were going. Ginny allowed herself to be lifted into the arms of one of the Death Eaters. It seemed that they didn't trust her feet to walk no more than she did.
Before she fainted from exhaustion, which was mostly due to the lack of blood, she managed to whisper "Please, take care of the girl" and faintly watched as the other man picked up the child, not as gentle as they her but good enough, and helped her walk.
Her eyes rolled back and her head fell limply to the side as her last remaining strength evaporated.
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TBC
Well, I was very happy with the reviews for chapter 5. I hope I get as much feedback for this chapter as well…oh and expect some more T/G actions for next chapter, when the story will really start hitting its actual rating!!
Sneak Preview:
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"What have you done?" one of the two people that had just entered demanded hotly.
"Nothing," the other person closer to her replied and Ginny realised it was Tom's voice.
"Exactly!" the voice said furiously, moving closer. "She's dieing you know!"
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What have you done!?" Tom asked, yelling in rage.
"Insuring her life." Was Ginny's bold reply as she hid the knife behind her back.
Tom laughed, angrily glancing at the child. "She's a mudblood!"
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Tune in for more soon!!! Hope you enjoyed this chappie, review and let me know!
Ginger
