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.
Chapter 8
The past days had been hell for the redhead. Malfoy Sr. had not improved the matters either. Just yesterday afternoon he had passed Ginny in the halls, smiling a nasty, knowing smile as he went on. If it weren't for Emily, the blond would've been dead by now. The girl had enough reason to hold Ginny back. Her actions might've had serious, dire consequences.
Currently, Ginny angrily twirled a stray curl around her index finger, her other hand slung over her stomach as she watched the door angrily, expecting Riddle to come. Emily had told the redhead a scarce five minutes ago, that the Lord wanted to talk with her about the Coronation. When Ginny had demanded what the Coronation even was, Emily had stumbled across the words and rushed out of the room.
Her brow furrowed in anger and her gaze lowered, watching as the door opened and a figure stepped through. Ginny got on her knees in the middle of the bed, fits held tight. The figure was Emily. The door closed and Ginny relaxed.
"Where is Tom?" the redhead asked.
"He told me to inform you that he cannot come to talk with you. He requires that you put on the ceremonial gown," Emily raised her arm, on which a beautiful red and black dress was slung, "and meet him in the 'Room'."
"Room?" Ginny asked curiously, drawing closer to the edge of the bed and allowing her right leg to dangle.
"I'm not exactly sure what it is mother. I was just told where to bring you." Emily declared sincerely and beckoned Ginny into the bathroom, so she could be cleaned before she could slip into the gown.
After Emily took notice that Ginny was properly bathed and perfumed, she brought her over to a settee and instructed her to sit down.
"Emily, you hear things right?" Ginny asked, acquiring a faraway, thinking look.
"Yes…" the girl admitted slowly, a suspicious look darkening her baby blue eyes.
"That's good." Ginny said, her eyes snapping back into focus. "I need you to do something for me."
"Anything mother as long as it doesn't endanger you…"
"No, it doesn't concern me." Ginny begun, smiling broadly at the thought that she could maybe get in touch with Hermione. "I want you to find out information about a friend of mine. The Dark Lord has her captive, she might be in Lucius Malfoy's care!?"
"The brunette girl, mother?" Emily asked and Ginny's eyes sparkled with hope.
"Yes, the brunette. Is she alright?" Ginny asked.
Emily nodded. "So far I think so. House elves talk and I hang around them quite a bit. They all love the mistress and," Emily's voice dropped an octave as she urged Ginny to lean in. "Foffy is thinking of rebelling."
Ginny chuckled. Just like Hermione to try to urge the house elves into SPEW and make them try to turn on their masters. "Alright, please, find more information about the brunette, Hermione's her name. I need to know where in the house is she located and if she's unharmed. Please!"
"I will try my best." Emily declared truthfully, waving and elastic into an elaborate hair style. "Come now, you must put on the gown and then we will see what else I can do for your friend."
Ginny nodded, obediently following Emily's directions and pulling on the corset first, which strapped on tightly, and then the gown, which was red and trimmed with black velvet. Emily brought Ginny a pair of black shoes, and while the redhead was putting them on, Emily did her make-up.
"Are we done?" Ginny asked and Emily nodded.
"Yes, follow me."
In the halls, from an unknown junction, Lucius Malfoy joined the two girls. "Ah, Ginevra, you look beautiful." He complemented, raising her hand to kiss it.
Ginny scowled and snatched her hand out of his. "Malfoy, get your slimy lips of my skin!" she angrily said, walking a bit faster.
Lucius chuckled, but followed behind silently. "You must turn left here Miss Weasley," he said amusedly when Ginny headed in the wrong direction. She glared at him but went as she was told.
They reached a tall black door where they stopped, Lucius pushing Emily roughly out of their way. The child made a sound of pain but she quickly stiffened when the blond looked in her direction sharply. Nothing went unmissed by Ginny, who boldly spoke. "Don't touch her old man." She glared at him and he smirked, pushing the door opened.
"After you, Miss Weasley," he said in a poisonous sweet voice, bowing his head as she pass into the room.
A black carpet stretched under her feet, and made out of red velvet was a long walkway that led up to the back of the room. Ginny cleared her throat quietly and Malfoy beckoned her to begin forward. The redhead did so, noting that Emily was no longer present.
There were the cloaked vampires on one side and on the other, draped in similar looking black cloaks were Tom's Death Eaters. If Ginny knew no better she would've thought it were a wedding. Defiantly and boldly, with a stoic face that rivalled that of statues, she came to a halt by Tom's side.
He was looking even more handsome than usual in green clad robes, trimmed at the wrists with silvery thread. His hair was brushed back and spikes were elegantly falling in his face, shadowing his intense, piercing eyes. Ginny shook her head and looked forward at the man that came in front of them, barely noticing when Tom slithered his hand into hers and pulled her closer. "This is a wedding isn't it?" she screeched, trying to pull free of his grip. "My wedding?" she added panicked.
"Yes," he chuckled, smirking. "Surprised?" he asked and she growled, seething in anger.
"You are surely mistake if you think for one instant that I am even going to consider going through with this abomination!" she angrily said.
"Oh but you will," or, he made a short and quick gesture with his hand that Ginny missed and from the shadows left of them, two hooded figures stepped through, dragging a third figure with them.
It was Hermione, her eyes teary as she looked pleadingly at Ginny, her head lolling from one side to the other from exhaustion, her robes tattered and dirty.
Ginny bit her lip. "Any words love?" Tom asked, his breath tickling her ear and making her shiver unpleasantly.
"You bastard!" she exclaimed, but there was no passion behind her words, only sadness and the tone of a beaten person.
He laughed, cruelly and coolly. "Now, if my lovely lady has nothing further to add," he turned, addressing the minister, "we shall proceeded with the ceremony." He added with a vile smile.
The minister nodded, opening a little black book and clearly reciting. The words the man spoke were slowly registered by Ginny's numbed mind. "We have gathered here today to unveil the true powers of a race and bind it with that of another in the holy union of these two souls." The man paused and Ginny's eyes remained unmoved, it was as though she was in a trance.
"Do you, Tomas Marvolo Riddle, take thee Ginevra Molly Weasley to rule with and share both in power and in life?"
"I do!" he said unemotionally.
"And do you Ginevra Molly Weasley, take thee Tomas Marvolo Riddle to rule with and share both in power and in life?"
Ginny paused, looking at Hermione, pain well disguised behind the icy shielded of her eyes. "I do." She sighed.
The minister nodded, closing the book. "By powers vested in me I proclaim you one in soul and powers." He bent down and from a nearby table, removed a tray that held a gold glass and a knife made from silver. Every vampire in the room winced as the minister removed the knife and asked Ginny for her hand.
She stretched it out, wincing at the intense burning sensation the silver blade cast against her skin. The knife sliced down, blood pouring out of the cut and into the gold cup that was quickly rushed under her wound.
The minister than removed it and repeated the gesture on Tom. Their blood combined and the man swirled it together, giving Tom a first taste.
"Blood of mortal alike
Combine and unite…"
Tom drank a sip, his lips stained red when he removed the cup from his mouth, handing it out to the minister, who took it, executing a runic symbol across the rim of the glass, passing it down the Ginny.
The redhead grabbed the cup with stiff hands and drank it all in one sip, knowing that the small drink would seal her fate forever. The taste of the blood was both sweet and intoxicating, nothing as she would've imagined.
"…These two souls of similar like
By the blades cut and a lover's bite."
She placed the cup down just in time to be pulled into Tom's arms, her neck flesh exposed to his lips, which placed down small bite. Ginny gasped in his arms, knowing that she would have to do the same.
Gathering all ounces of self-control she possessed she pushed back the soft green robes, that parted silkily under her probing fingers. His neck unclothed, she slowly bent her head, sucking gently on his neck, his throbbing vein underneath her teeth. Closing her eyes leisurely, she bit gently, instantly pulling back as though his blood burned her, snatching her hand out of his grip as she did so.
Tom rushed forward to catch her in his grip again because she was staggering on her feet. Her vision was swimming her head felt funny. Her arms felt like mush and she couldn't speak. She felt exalted.
He caught her as she stumbled back, loosing conscience.
I am so sorry that this is so short and also for the fact that I haven't update this story or any other of my stories for quite some time. I've been really busy with my studies and in truth I know that you have all heard this countless times, I just haven't found enough time to write up a good enough chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading this chappie and I can promise another update in the next month or so.
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