Ginny lunged forward. "Don't touch them!" She shrieked, attempting to push Voldemort away from her children. She felt a wave of fear and dismay crash over her as her hands went right through his body.
"What right have you to keep me from my own children?" His icy voice rang from every corner of the room. "They're mine."
"No!" She bellowed, picking Orion up out of his crib and shielding Gregory's crib with her body. "They're Draco's, not yours. You're not a real being."
The smirk on Voldemort's face widened. "Oh? If I'm not real, why do you fear me so much?" He hissed.'
Ginny looked up at him defiantly. "I don't fear you." She willed her voice not to shake as she stared him down.
"Then why are you trembling?" He moved closer, his astral hand running through her hair.
A wave of nausea crashed over her. "Don't touch me!" She spat, pulling away from him. "Now get out! I'm not your concubine anymore!"
"Oh? And who decided this? You?" He mocked. "Well then, I suppose I should just leave." Turning, he started towards the window. "I'll take little Faye with me though… my loyal followers, the Parkinsons, will be wanting her back."
Her eyes widened. "No! Don't touch her!"
"We sure have many commands, don't we, Ginerva?" His voice was like silk as he looked at her. He drew power from the fact that she was obviously terrified that he would hurt the children. "But I don't understand it…I am not your enemy."
Ginny clenched her teeth. "You stole my innocence! You ruined my childhood!"
"I never meant for any of that." He said sincerely, his red eyes meeting her warm brown ones. "You were my friend, you cared for me until that bloody Potter took you from me."
"YOU WERE TRYING TO KILL ME!" She screamed, causing Orion and Gregory to startle and begin to cry loudly.
Voldemort sighed. "Details, details… NOW look what you've done!" He never knew two such tiny little babies could produce so much noise.
Ginny scoffed. "Well if it bothers you do much, just leave! You're not wanted here!" She rocked Orion gently until he felt asleep and then placed him next to Gregory, who was comforted by his brother being there beside him.
He let out a low laugh. "After I gave you such a gift?
That was the final straw. "A gift? That I didn't ask for, that I wasn't ready for? I love my children, Tom, but I hate that they originated from your stupid schemes. Bloody hell, I'm 17 years old! What am I doing with twins and a husband? Do you know what you've done to me?" She snapped angrily.
For several seconds, he was silent. "I'm sorry you feel that way…but no matter, those babies are mine." He looked toward the clock in the corner. "Just 15 minutes and it will be complete."
Ginny felt panic rise in her chest. "15 minutes until what is complete?"
His cold laugh rang out again. "Why do you think these children are here Ginny? Because I love children?" He snorted. "You will be the mother of the next Dark Lord, of course."
Her heart stopped; it was all too much for her to take. Her knees buckled and she gripped onto the crib for support. "No, not my babies, please, I'll give you anything." She begged her voice was tight with tears.
"I want that baby…I only need one." He said, as if it would make her feel better.
She shook her head, tears flowing freely down her face. "Anything, anything but my babies."
"If I need to have you removed, I will." He snapped and pointed his wand at Orion. "Mobilicorpus." He said clearly.
Immediately, Orion's body was lifted into the air and floated several feet away from Voldemort. He immediately began to fuss, his tiny appendages flailing as he did so; Tom smiled and touched his face lightly. "You will do just fine, my child."
Harry looked over at Draco. "We should go in now…it's getting late and I have to get back to Grimmuald Place."
Draco exhaled audibly. "Yeah, we better go in." He stood, wiping his robes to make himself more presentable. Not that it mattered, as soon as Ginny heard she wouldn't care what he looked like…she was going to be beside her herself.
With a nod, Harry followed Draco through the heavy wooden doors of Goyle Manor into the foyer. It was very quiet and Draco was having trouble forcing himself to climb the stairs to their chambers.
"This is a nice house." Harry observed idly, looking at the paintings on the wall. Everything was elaborately decorated and immaculately cleaned. "So you've been here since graduation?"
Draco didn't want to make small talk with Potter at the moment, so he nodded curtly and went into the sitting room. He cried out as he saw the body of his Aunt Bellatrix sprawled across the floor. "What the bloody hell?"
Harry jumped back. "Gods! At least she's dead…but who killed her?"
"I don't know and I don't much care at the moment. Where is Ginny?" He questioned frantically and began running wildly around into each room until he came to the end of the hall. He felt his blood surge as he heard Ginny begging.
Bursting into the room, he was startled to find Voldemort levitating Orion in front of him. "You let my son go!" He roared, charging forward.
"So nice of you to join us, Draco." The Dark Lord taunted. "Harry, if you would?"
Harry raised his wand, pointed it and let out a blood curdling laugh. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Draco topped onto the floor, stiff as a board as Ginny watched on, paralyzed.
"Good work…now get my wand, we cannot afford to wait much longer." Voldemort commanded, giving Harry a bleak smile.
Without any hesitation, Harry pulled out Voldemort's wand and then knelt beside him. "My lord…" He whispered reverently.
Voldemort's red eyes lit up with unrestrained enjoyment. "Now take care of the girl… we don't want any interference. Do with her what you like…she is of no use to me now."
"Yes master." Harry bowed and turned to Ginny. "I have big plans for you my dear."
Okay, another short chapter and evil cliffie because I know how much you love those, lol. I hope to finish this story by this weekend. YAY! Or Boo-Hiss depending on if you liked the story or not. Remember what I said, nothing is as it seems, and everything will (hopefully) be explained :D
Happy day!
Marina