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Ginny watched helplessly as the killing curse hit Harry square in the chest. Harry's

head fell backwards and his legs collapsed beneath him. Falling into a heap on the floor,

he lay motionless.

The boy who lived died, and nothing happened, the great boy's death did not spark a

miracle, the skies did not go ablaze; there was still evil; there was still pain; and the

dark lord still lived, Harry Potter's death ended nothing.

The world thought he was their savior, that he would end the evil that

threatened their very existence, and for a short time he did. The world gained hope

when the infant lived through what no grown human had; they saw that what they

thought impossible was possible, and that there was hope for everyone. Him being

alive symbolized that there was still that hope and they relied on that hope to get

through the fear of everyday life. Now that Harry was dead, what hope did they have

left?

Ginny willed the boy to get up, or move, just do anything that would tell her he was still

with her. However, nothing happened, he remained the way he fell.

Ginny's screams choked over with sobs, and at times, she could not even breathe. Ginny

lost it, anger, confusion, pain, all took over her body and she couldn't control herself

anymore, all she wanted to do was kill Lucius, kill him for all he had done to her, kill him

for what he did to Harry.

Looking at the floor Ginny slowly stood up, fists clenched around the towel that wasn't

doing much to cover her body, but she didn't care. Lucius turned around and she

bore her eyes at him, I hate you, she thought to herself, you've taken from

me what I care about most. Ginny walked feebly towards Lucius, tears streaming

down her face. She stopped inches from his face, looking up she threw a fist at his

face, Lucius caught her wrist with a smile.

"Do you seriously think you can do anything to stop me?" Lucius seethed,

keeping his hand tightly wrapped around Ginny's wrist.

Ginny pulled against his grip, trying to free herself. Loosing her towel in the battle, she

kicked at his shins and swung at him with her free hand, crying all the way; but Lucius

remained unmoved.

"Michael!" Lucius commanded, and the pudgy hooded figure waddled towards him, "go

back and inform everyone of our early return," Lucius grinned, "tell them we're

bringing back some gifts ."

Suddenly the man named Michael disappeared with a crack.

"Now," Lucius reverted his eyes back to the naked girl struggling to free herself from

his grip. "To put you to sleep," Lucius moved the tip of his wand to Ginny's forehead.

Abruptly Ginny thrust her knee into Lucius's groin. He toppled over, hands on his crotch.

"You little…" Lucius breathed. Ginny picked up her towel and attempted to deliver

another kick to Lucius's head but before she could, a spell hit her square in the back.

Thick heavy ropes wrapped themselves around Ginny's body, leaving only her head open

to the air. Ginny dropped to the floor unable to move. She had completely forgotten

there was another death eater in the room.

Lucius stood up and towered dangerously above Ginny's squirming form.

"You're going to PAY for THAT!" Lucius screamed whipping his wand in Ginny's direction,

"Cru..."

"That's ENOUGH Lucius." A deep voice interrupted. Lucius prodded his eyes on a sinister

looking figure that now stood in the doorway.

"Yes master." Lucius bowed and backed away from the girl.

Ginny's throat fell into her stomach, and she tried to stifle her sobs.

"Get her back to the house," The voice hummed, "If there is one scratch on her body,

you will suffer more than you could ever imagine." The figure, along with the last death

eater, disappeared with a crack, and Ginny alone with Lucius.

Lucius picked up a sock pointing his wand at it he muttered "Porta". It glowed blue for

a second trembling, and then resumed its normal color.

Walking over to her Lucius stuck the sock in her mouth and then with a crack he

disappeared.

Ginny tried to maneuver the sock out of her mouth using her tongue but was

unsuccessful.

Suddenly, Ginny heard something moving downstairs Oh my god, are there can't be more of

them... Ginny remained motionless, listening for voices or movement.

Through the wood, she could hear her brother's voice.

"Mummm! Muu..m!" he seemed to be having some trouble talking, and sounded like he

was In pain. Ginny tried to scream against the sock but almost nothing came out. She

thrashed her body around trying to make some noise that would get the boy's

attention.

Soon she heard footsteps on the stairs. The steps were oddly spaced, he must be

limping, she thought.

Ginny saw Ron's head slowly creep around the doorframe, he looked in his eyes settling

on her.

"Ginnnn…y!" He limped in wand in the ready position. "Bloouu…dy HELL!" he exclaimed

eyes finding Harry's lifeless form.

But he was to late, Ginny was gone before he could reach her.

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Draco looked at himself in the mirror (as he did often.. jk); he was becoming a man. Over the past few years

his voice had gotten considerably deeper and he now reached a height of a little more

than six feet. His arms were not massive but a good size for his body frame. From the

training his father constantly had him doing, he acquired a nice looking six-pack, not so

much that it looked like he was on steroids, but a good size. His platinum blond hair

now reached his shoulders, he did not bother to slick it back anymore, only on

special occasions; and today was a special occasion.

Today Draco was to becoming a death eater. It was the one thing he always wanted; to

serve under the most powerful human being in the world. But now that he thought

about it, was this really where he wanted to go with his life, to serve under the

dark lord?

Draco had always held his father in a position of omniscient knowledge and authority,

but even so, Draco hated him. Lucius was just not a nice person, he never had been.

Ever since Draco was able to walk, Lucius made him do things, made him see things he

did not want to see; Lucius said it built character. Never once was Draco allowed to be

a kid, he was always training, or learning, or going through so other course Lucius saw

fit. But nonetheless, Draco was taught to respect him, and he did.

Lucius had always said Draco was one of the brightest children he knew, but that was

never good enough for him. Nothing was ever good enough for him.

Draco threw on a black dress shirt and pants. He then put on a thick back robe that

covered him head to toe and threw the hood over his head so oyu could barely see his

face.

Sighing, Draco opened the bedroom door and made his way through the mansion to the

living room.

Upon entering, he saw his mother's delicate form lying on the couch reading the Daily

Prophet.

Unlike his father, Draco's mother was kind hearted and strong willed. Narcissa was

forced to marry Lucius when she was only eighteen years old, Lucius was thirty.

Narcissa and Lucius were always fighting, she had a strong will, and did not let him get

her down. She held her own opinions and made her own decisions as often as she could;

she had a strong heart, Draco admired her for that; Lucius hated her for it. Because of

Narcissa's independent nature, her and Lucius only had one child, just to please the

media and relatives. That is all he was, Draco thought, something to make his father

look better in the eyes of society.

Although Draco, inside cared for his mother and all she was, he was taught to hate her.

Throughout Draco's entire upbringing, his mother stayed in her room. She was always

sick, everyday something new that prevented her from coming downstairs to see her

son. Lucius told Draco that Narcissa was mentally unstable, that she made herself sick

each day by taking various types of potions. I have tried everything I can to help

her Lucius would claim but no one knows what's wrong with her . It was

only two years ago the Narcissa started becoming a constant part of Draco's life.

Narcissa looked up as Draco entered the room. Seeing his dark attire, her eyes

immediately looked hurt.

"Draco," she said feebly, "are you sure this is what you want? You don't have to do

everything you father says you know. Be yourself, I know you, you're not like him."

She got up and began walking towards him. "Don't let him control you…"

Draco looked enraged, "You don't know me," Draco replied darkly, his mother stopped

in her tracks "Dad raised me not you, he has taught me everything I know and believe.

Don't ever talk about my father like he is a disgrace."

Narcissa's looked hurt, "Your father didn't let me raise you! Before you go off

and ruin your life and join your disgrace of a father, you better sit down and get the

story straight!"

"I already know the story mother! While my father was teaching me what this world

is all about, how to protect myself, how defend myself, and how to get along in this

world as a success, you did nothing! The whole time you were 'sick' , on your

deathbed, ignoring your family and responsibilities. You should be THANKING father for

what he has done!" Draco stated forcefully.

"You know NOTHING your father! He POISENED ME everyday, for over TEN years! He

didn't want me to corrupt your mind with my 'sadistic ways of life', so he locked

me up where I could never get to you I love you Draco, you are my SON! I would never

willingly leave you, especially with your father."

She walked up and put her hands on his face, "I could not stand watching him do what

he did to you, but I couldn't do anything! He didn't LET ME!" She tried to pull him into an

embrace, "He's not a nice person Draco, and He cares about nothing more than his image

and loyalty to Voldemort."

Draco was thrown back by these words but he could not let his mother see that, she

was porbaly lying anyways. "I'm going to be late mother," he replied rudely, pulling away from

her. "Father is waiting."

Draco strode over to the fireplace and picked up a hand full of Floo Powder.

"Don't do this Draco." Narcissa's strong voice came from behind him. "You have no idea

what you're playing with. You have to believe me"

Walking into the fireplace, Draco turned to face her again, "I don't know what to

believe anymore Mother."

She opened her mouth to speak, but he was gone before she could reply.

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Draco stepped out of the fireplace and looked around the room he had taken as a

second home.

This was the Dark Lord's home, though the death eaters all called it 'the

underground' . Although Draco had never been given the exact geographical location

of the underground, he expected it to be somewhere in Egypt from all the heat and

sand.

The floo network was scrambled here, it only allowed certain people to enter and exit

through it, something his own father had found a way to loophole through. In addition

to that, a protection spell, much like that on Hogwarts, was put in place so that only

certain members could apparate in and out. Today Draco was going to become one of

those members. Although it seems trivial, Draco hated having to use the floo network

to get here; it was so messy and inconvenient, and although Lucius I adjustment /I

to the floo network was ingenious, it did have its flaws.

Draco cast his eyes over the room, although it resided in the Dark Lord's home, he

found this room more relaxing than his own. The carpet was a constant deep shade of

red; the walls were falling apart and had small to medium sized holes here and there. A

massive shelf full of books on dark magic stood covering almost the entire wall

adjacent to the door. Next to it resided an old dusty desk that he and his father never

used except for storage and a small supply clothing. A rack of various swords hung on

the wall to Draco's right. His father loved the art sword fighting, he said it was a

true test of endurance, strength and speed ; Draco was a master with the sword.

In the far corner, there was a simple twin sized bed covered with white sheets, and it

was only until Draco saw the sheets move, that he realized there was someone under

them. Nevertheless, he was not that surprised.

His father shared this room with him, and to no surprise at all Lucius had taken to

raping innocent women and then erasing their memories; it seemed to be his favorite

pass time. So it was not uncommon for Draco to walk in on unfamiliar woman crying

under the sheets; much like this one right now.

"Will you shut up!" Draco demanded, but he could not help feeling a little bad, but he

shoved his feelings back, just as he was taught .

"Are you hurt?!" Draco said forcefully, approaching the bed, "If not then suck it up, your

going to forg…" Draco stopped short and took a few steps back. The girl was bound tightly in thick

ropes up to her neck, tears streaming down he cheeks. Her damp red hair spread around the

pillow, tangled and matted down; she looked like hell had just spit her back out..

His father had really stooped to a new low; this girl was not even eighteen. Draco knew

her face from school; it was the weasel's little sister. It was Ginny…

Ginny Weasely


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