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A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter! This is another corrected chapter. R&R, please!

Chapter 9: Ginny's Kidnapping

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"Ah, they are all asleep. Perfect. MacNair, now tell the father to bring the girl to me."

"My lord... no disrespect, but couldn't we just fetch Potter?"

Voldemort contemplated the idea. "No. Bring only the girl to me. Severus, how long will they be asleep?"

"Twelve hours."

"Excellent." Voldemort looked thoughtfully at Snape.

"Is the Polyjuice Potion complete?"

"Only two more hours, and it should be ready... of course, we'll need the hair, but the rest will be ready and waiting for it."

"Perfect. We'll have the girl soon enough, so Potter will come only shortly after. I'll make sure of that. We will need the girl's hair as well." Voldemort dismissed his subjects. Nagini slithered onto his lap, and Voldemort began stroking her.

"Potter... you will be mine."

Meanwhile...

Get up.

Arthur Weasley responded immediately to the command.

Get the girl.

Arthur made his way to Hermione and Ginny's bedroom. He saw the girl indicated and picked her up. She was still asleep from the sleeping draught he put strategically in her pumpkin juice.

Bring her outside, to me.

Arthur Apparated outside with Ginny in his arms. He saw the man he was looking for: dark cloak, mark of a Death Eater on the left arm, wand in hand.

Leave her here.

Arthur placed her on the ground.

Drink the sleeping draught you gave the others once you reach your bedroom. Get into bed while you drink it.

Arthur followed the command. Once Arthur was safely asleep in bed like the rest of them, MacNair lifted the curse. He lifted his wand saying, "Obliterate," erasing Arthur's memory of the day. The effects would wear off along with the sleeping draught, and he would not remember his actions.

MacNair smiled, thinking how brilliant his master was. The Dark Lord did not want Arthur killed because they might need him again. Once he stopped proving useful, he would be killed, of course.

MacNair Apparated to the girl, took her hand, and Apparated to his master.

At his fortress, Voldemort smiled, knowing the success of MacNair's mission. "MacNair was successful," Voldemort whispered softly, dangerously, triumphantly. "Well done with the potion, Severus. You shall be rewarded."

"Thank you, my lord."

Suddenly, a loud pop was heard as MacNair Apparated into the room.

"I've got her, my lord." He held up Ginny's arm, as though it were a fish he'd caught. Her arm hung limp in his hand, as she was still asleep.

"Excellent. You will receive your reward in due time. Put her in the basement. When she wakes up, MacNair, put her under the Imperius curse. She will prove useful. Ah, Nagini," Voldemort cooed to the snake at the same time MacNair Disapparated to the basement to put Ginny in chains. He spoke chillingly soft in Parsletongue to Nagini, who in return, spoke back in similar tones. Then, he directed his attention to Wormtail, who was cowering in the corner. "Wormtail, Nagini is hungry. Won't you get something for her?"

Wormtail nervously squeaked out "Yes, my lord," and scurried off to find her food.

"I have been told interesting news. It would seem that Dumbledore has found a Muggle who would give him the anti-virus for the flu," he said aloud, in a soft, cold voice. It hinted a tone of anger. The sound of his voice made his subjects shiver.

"Luckily, Nagini killed the Muggle and prevented Dumbledore from ruining my plans."

A pause and a few silent sighs of relief passed around the room.

"I thought I employed someone to prevent Dumbledore from interfering... ah, yes, Lucius, who got himself thrown into Askaban after failing his mission at the Ministry. I am still not pleased with the thought of not knowing the prophecy I dwelled on for a year... Potter ruined everything!...but he won't be interfering with me soon enough."

"Who will take his place, my lord?"

Voldemort contemplated this for a while.

"Draco. His son."