A/N: Hope you all like the chapter….no shoutouts this time hehe but read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. To do this I would have to think up a dramatic way to kill J.K. Rowling, then get hold of her will and change it…then change every single Harry Potter cover so that it said my name…its too much effort really

Chapter 7: Acceptance

Darkness.

That was all anyone could see.

Everyone stood in the darkness where they had appeared in silent confusion. No one knew where they were or why they had appeared here. All they knew was that they had come here to help Harry. They had come to take part in the Ultimate Battle. Good against Evil.

A dozen school kids.

They were the good side.

A dozen school kids against the dark forces, who had been causing terror to the whole wizarding world.

They all knew there was a slim chance they would return alive.

That was why they stood sweating with anxiety and fear in the dark, waiting for Ron to find the exit to the room. Some were questioning their sanity, others were breathing to try and stop the fear from creeping through their body, while others stood silently, awaiting their likely death.

Ginny stood in the dark thinking otherwise. Instead of thinking about her death, questions were running through her mind. Such as why had Ron come to Hogwarts? Why had he let her come? Why had he let a dozen other Gryffindors come with them into a sure death? Her questions, she feared, would not be answered. There was also another thing she was thinking about. Harry. Too many questions to name were going through her head, one of the main ones being should she be here? When she had caused him so much pain. The she had decided that he could use her help, even if he hated her.

Suddenly a slap on wood was heard, and an exclamation from Ron. A few sighs were heard around the ground. Ginny looked around expectantly. Though she had offered to bring some light, this room seemed immune to spells, so they had to stand in the dark. Suddenly Ron opened the door and light was suddenly spread. The students covered their eyes from the sudden light, and then slowly became accustomed to it.

The room was circular, and was made of large, grey stone blocks. Green moss had started to grow among the cracks, making evident the age of the room. The floor was made of large pieces of black stone, arranged in a circular pattern that swirled into the centre of the room, where a white block of stone was placed accurately in the middle. Ginny was standing on the white block of stone, and hastily took a step off it, suddenly feeling uneasy. At one side of the room was a door which Ron stood beside. The door was made of solid, dark oak. On the other side was a winding staircase of grey stone leading up into the unknown. Opposite this, on the other side of the room was another door much like the other one, except a rusty lock lay broken on the floor. The door was closed, but Ginny's curiosity got the better of her.

'Ron, where does that door lead to?' Ginny asked as Ron started to usher the dozen Hogwarts students through. He looked over to the door and then to her.

'Ollivanders,' He said simply. When she gave him a confused look, he continued. 'Where else would be a better place for him to hide, but a place where no one would suspect? Especially with Ollivander missing.'

'So Ollivander is on his side?' She asked as she moved towards the door with the other students. Ron shrugged.

'Not really sure. Either he is, or he really did disappear.'

Ginny looked at the door one last time and then went up the stairs, with Ron behind her. Ron moved ahead of the group and pulled out a coin form his pocket, speaking to it.

'Hermione, Where are you?'

'Up the top of the stairs.' Came the reply

Pretty soon they came across Hermione who waved at them, a worried look on her face. Everyone halted in front of her and Ginny moved up so that she was next to Hermione. Hermione offered her a nervous smile.

'I'm glad you came.' She said. Ginny just nodded. She wasn't so sure she was glad that she had come.

'Everyone get your wands out.' Ron said. The nervous students brandished their various wands with shaking hands and watched Ron, waiting for instruction. Ron looked out from the stairs. The stairs ended at the floor so they were at level with the floor when they looked out. There was a stone corridor that went two ways. Both of them were silent.

'Seems everyone is somewhere else,' Ron said. 'Which way should we go though?'

'Maybe we should go that way,' Hermione said, pointing to the left. Ron looked questioningly at her, and she sighed. 'Because there are voices coming from that direction.'

It was true; there was evident conversation coming from the left. Ron nodded and turned to the others.

'Alright we are going to go that way.' He said, sounding nervous.

'What are we going to do when we get there?' A second year girl asked. Her voice betrayed how scared she was. Ron exchanged a nervous look with Hermione before looking back.

'I don't know Camille. It will all depend on the situation.' Ron said, trying to sound courageous. This made everyone look at each other nervously. But they had chosen to come. They could not back away from their choice, even if it meant their death.

Ginny was thinking hard while everyone else was wondering what they had gotten themselves into. Surely if the 15 of them turned up at the door they would be heard? This was the darkest force known to the wizarding world; surely they would have some sort of precautions? They would be caught for sure if they made up a plan at the door, and then who would help Harry? They needed a different plan.

'Ron,' Ginny said, causing Ron to turn and look at her. 'We can't all turn up at the door. We will get caught. I can go and check what the situation is and then come back and tell you.'

Ron looked at her, frowning, then shook his head.

'No Ginny, it's too dangerous. Maybe Hermione or I could do it.'

'No, Ron. I want to do this.' She said her tone leaving no room for argument. Her eyes were filled with determination. Ron watched her for a moment.

'Alright,' he said, still not sounding happy. He got a coin out of his pocket. 'Here you go, tell us what you see when you get there.'

Ginny nodded and took the coin, putting it in her pocket. She then advanced up the last couple of stairs and turned left, walking along the corridor silently and warily. Everyone watched from their hiding spot while Ginny went towards the voices.

At the end of the corridor was a door made of dark oak, as everything seemed to be here. It was closed and Ginny didn't want to try her luck with opening it. If she moved up to the door she could hear the voices clearly, so she settled her ear on the oak and listened to the conversation going on inside.

'…Potter, that you would turn up to try and defeat me with no backup, most unwise.' Said a deep, powerful voice. It was obvious that this person thought most highly of themselves from the way they spoke. There was silence, and then there was a loud sound of hand meeting skin.

'You will answer the Dark Lord!' Another voice said, that Ginny recognised.

'Now, now Lucius, he did not need to answer. Do not be so hasty,' the first voice said. 'I do not expect him to reply, after all he is realising his mistake. Really next time you should try not to be so heroic. Hero's are the ones who die. Then there is no next time

'Now I ask you a question, Harry Potter. You must answer. Why have you come?' The man asked.

There was silence.

'If you don't reply I'm afraid I will have to hurt you.' The voice said as a warning,

Still silence. Then a cry of pain, and a thud. Ginny gasped; They had hurt Harry.

'Now, answer me. Or I will be forced to hurt you more. Why are you here?'

There was silence for a bit, and just as Ginny was expecting the worst to happen, when she heard a reply.

'I have come to kill you.' Harry said with a determined voice. There was silence for a moment, then laughter.

'You honestly thought that you could kill me, without any help?.'

'I still do.' Came the reply. Ginny was nervous, why was Harry saying this?

More laughter.

'I am stronger and smarter than you will ever become. You cannot beat me.'

'Not unless I am your equal.'

'Shut up, Potter, you will never be the Dark Lord's equal!' a voice cut in that Ginny knew very well. There was silence for a moment, then an intake of breath.

'Draco. It is not your place to talk.' The first man said.

'I am sorry, master' Came the hurried reply, and the sound of cloth on stone, signifying Malfoy getting down on one knee.

'You are not sorry, Filth. I thought better of you. Clearly you will not take after your father.'

'Yes I will! Lord, just give me the chance!'

'No! You will not answer back to me! You are to leave now.'

'But-'

'Do not answer back!' The booming voice yelled. 'Leave, before I have to hurt you.'

Ginny hastily pulled the coin out of her pocket and whispered to Ron.

'Ron quickly, Malfoy is leaving! You need to get off the stairs!' She hissed urgently.

'We're moving now. Where are you?'

Before Ginny could reply the door opened suddenly. Ginny pushed herself up against the wall and managed to squeeze up against it as much as she could. The door pushed up against her, hiding her from view. She just hoped that Malfoy would not find her. Ginny's heart was racing as she heard Malfoy move out. He seemed to want to leave the door open, and Ginny almost sighed in relief.

'Close the door, Draco.' said the voice from inside. Ginny's heart skipped a beat.

Malfoy made a drama out of it, sighing loudly, turning and storming over to the door. He grabbed the door frame; glaring inside and slammed it shut, turning as soon as the door was in motion. He did not see Ginny thankfully. Malfoy stormed off, while Ginny felt she was going to faint. She pushed up against the door to steady herself. There was only one problem.

Surprisingly the door had not closed properly after Malfoy pushed it. But Ginny's body weight pushed it the rest of the way. It closed with a large sound that echoed throughout the stone corridor.

'Shit.' Ginny said as quietly as she could.

Malfoy spun around just as she swore and Ginny stared at him, terrified. At first he was shocked to see someone there, but then shock was replaced by a smirk. He walked up closer to her, and she looked around hopelessly for an exit. There was none. Stone walls surrounded her. Malfoy walked right up to her, and looked her up and down.

'Well well, if it isn't Mini-Weasley. Now what are you doing here? Wait don't speak. You know you shouldn't be here. You're in trouble now.' He said, looking immensely proud of himself. Before she could do anything he grabbed her arm firmly and pulled her out, opening the door to admit them.

'Draco, I thought I told you to lea-' the man started, stopping when he saw who Malfoy had hold of. 'My, my, look what he dragged in.'

Ginny had a look around the room. This room was the largest she had seen, the walls made of cleaned grey stone. The floor was dark oak, the colour of the doors. The room was bathed in a green light, which was emitted from torches in sockets on the walls. The main part of the room could be seen by this light quite clearly, but the outskirts had mysterious shadows thrown out to them. The walls had rich tapestries hung up on them and there were no windows. There were death eaters around the room, all looking at her and sneering. The green light made them look unnatural. On the other side of the room was a large throne made of black steel twisted like deadly thorns. On it was a man with dark hair and red eyes. She almost gasped. She was looking at Voldemort. He was watching her with amusement. Movement near his feet, however, attracted her attention. There with a red mark on his cheek and a cut through his shirt sleeve, was Harry Potter. He was looking up at her with confusion and shock. She wanted to talk to him but decided against it.

Voldemort got out of his throne and walked over to her. He towered above her form, but she glared at him firmly. He smirked at her.

'Ahhh and you are?' He asked her. Ginny didn't know if he was just asking her that for the sake of it and didn't care. Instead of answering him she spat at his feet. A couple of gasps of outrage came from the death eaters across the room. Voldemort's smirk just widened. He gestured for Draco to answer the question.

'Ginny Weasley, my lord.' He replied, tightening his grip on her arm. Ginny turned and slapped him hard on the cheek, which made him stagger, and release his grip on her. She moved quickly away from Voldemort and Malfoy and went to her pocket to get her wand.

Only to realise it was not there.

Crap! She thought, looking around for it. It was then that her attention was drawn to Voldemort, who was looking at her smirking. Her gaze was drawn down to his hand where he was twisting her wand between two fingers.

'Did you need this, dear?' He asked. She glared at him and then lunged to get it back. Before she had even reached him he had snapped her wand and thrown it to the ground in two pieces.

She stopped and thought desperately for something to do, when suddenly her arm was wretched behind her back. She cried out and then turned, around looking into the cold eyes of Lucius Malfoy.

A minute later, after a desperate struggle, her arms were magically tied behind her back, so she could not do anything. She was still being gripped onto by Lucius, and was being treated like an animal. Voldemort went over t Harry, who was now standing up. Ginny was dragged along as well. Voldemort sized up Harry then cleared his throat.

'You wouldn't happen to know this wrench, would you, Harry?' He asked, watching Harry closely.

Harry looked at Voldemort with utter hatred, and then glanced at Ginny. She did not know what he would say. Would he forgive her for what she had done? After several moments Harry shook his head.

'I know of her, but I have had no relationship with her.' He said words dripping with anger and betrayal. Ginny's face saddened.

'But you are friends with the Weasley boy, are you not?'

'Yes.' Harry said simply.

'But not friends with his sister?'

'No.' Harry said. There was silence for a moment while Voldemort seemed to decide whether the truth was being told.

'So you won't care what we do with her?' He said slowly and carefully, watching Harry even more carefully. Harry looked at her for a moment with hurt in his eyes. Her eyes pleaded with him. He turned back to Voldemort.

'I will care if you kill her.'

'And I frankly, do not care what you think,' Voldemort said, smirk widening. 'It seems to me though, that you are lying. It seems to me that something has happened between the two of you, and it seems Ms. Weasley has done something to hurt you. Well, won't this be the perfect time to get back at her, Harry. To get back at the girl who broke your heart.'

Harry clenched his fists, for what reason Ginny was not sure, but she now feared for her life. Voldemort watched Harry for a moment longer, then turned to Ginny and Lucius.

'Yes I think I know what we can do with her,' Voldemort said, with a grin on his face. 'Draco.' He beckoned for Malfoy, who came over. Voldemort turned back to Harry.

'If you don't mind I think we will let Draco relieve some, Sexual Tension.' Voldemort told Harry. Ginny's eyes widened in fear. Harry watched Voldemort, then Ginny, then Malfoy.

'I don't care, come to think of it, she will probably enjoy it. She likes to sleep around.' Harry said, with malice in his voice. Ginny felt tears welling up in her eyes, and silently pleaded with him, but it proved no good. Voldemort grinned evilly and motioned for Malfoy.

'Alright then,' He nodded, then pulled Ginny out of Lucius' grip and threw her over to Malfoy. He looked up in question at Voldemort, and he smirked.

'Do with her what you want. Just make sure she can't escape,' He turned to Harry. 'Now we will see if young Mr. Potter is telling the truth.'

Ginny seemed to realise what was about to happen and looked in horror at Malfoy and Voldemort, then looking at Harry.

'Harry, no! Please! Don't do this!' she cried desperately, tears falling down her cheeks. She hoped that he would forgive her, that he would save her.

Harry stared at her for a moment then walked up to her. Malfoy watched him wearily as he looked at Ginny with hatred. Ginny pleaded with him with her eyes, but Harry did not change.

'Why should I help someone who hurt me?' He asked in a deadly whisper. Ginny sobbed and Harry watched her for a moment before turning away from her she struggled against her magical bonds, making Malfoy's hold on her tighten.

'Harry, please! Wait! It was a mistake!' She cried again. Harry did not turn. 'It was all a mistake.' She whispered.

Voldemort watched the scene with interest. Then he laughed. Ginny despised him more than she had ever despised anyone ever before. She would have spat at him if she hadn't been feeling like her life was about to end.

'This is indeed very amusing, very amusing indeed,' Voldemort said. 'You would make a good member of the dark side, Harry.'

Harry turned around and glared at him with pure hatred.

'I will never join your side.' He said with a voice of no argument. Voldemort grinned.

'True. You will never get the chance, especially since you're about to die.' Voldemort said.

Harry just clenched his fists again, glaring at Voldemort. Ginny watched him in horror. Then in her mind, she realised. She deserved this. She deserved to die after what she had done to Harry. She had killed his heart, and for that she had to lose her life. She stopped crying and struggling, and instead accepted her fate. Her eyes stopped pleading with Harry, and instead gave a look of acceptance and understanding. Voldemort turned and watched her, noticing the change in her.

'Well well. It looks like you are accepting your fate, Miss Weasley. We will have to see if you have that same attitude when young Draco is done with you,' He motioned to Malfoy. 'Take her away.'

Ginny allowed herself to be pulled away by Draco Malfoy, watching Harry instead of watching where she was being pulled to. Harry was not watching her. He purposely was not looking at her, whether it was because he still hated her or whether he could not bear to watch was not clear. Ginny kept watching him until her vision was obscured by a wall. Draco Malfoy was taking her into another room. The vision of Harry stayed in her mind.

It could be her last memory of him.