"These people will never do if we can't advance them." A man in a black suit with a silver tie said, glaring into the life size cages which held a dozen people. "I told you ONLY advanced wizards and witches, this batch is stubborn." The man continued, now pacing the cages and coming to a stop in front of one housing a determined, and torn redhead witch.
The witch glared back at her "master," clearly on edge about being held captive and locked into a filthy cage she had been in for three nights now. On the outside, this witch was tough. On the inside, she was wondering how no one had figured out who was behind the kidnappings, looking into his face she no longer saw the heartless soul of a boy who took after his father. Now she saw a determined insane man, over come by his rage and jealousy desperate to take down the only person who ever stood in his way. So far, she could see the hope for her beloved Wizarding World falling, but on a personal level, she couldn't help but wonder...are they even looking for her?
Three friends walked down a snow covered road, their shoes making a disturbing crushing sound against it. The day was gray, and shattered. No snow was falling, but clouds filled the skies and a harsh wind blew against the bits and pieces of uncovered skin. Black and White signs covered the shops, pubs, and street lamps all the same.
"Missing, Ginevra Weasley!" then a picture below it. and the ridiculous question underneath "Have You Seen Me?". Though not only her sign was posted, hundreds more about missing citizens and Hogwarts Students, so far, twelve together.
The leading friend watched as a Ginevra Weasley sign tumbled by him on the ground, his eyes followed it as far as they could without making it obvious, but the other two noticed.
"Harry, they'll find her." The woman tried to comfort as they made their way into a white, two story house. "No, they won't. Ohm sorry Ron." Harry replied, taking his winter gear off and throwing it on the floor.
"Hello dears, I made some dinner and hot tea. It's sitting in the lounge waiting for you." An elderly red and silver haired woman greeted with a numb tone in her voice. The three friends nodded and made their way into a large bar and sitting area where the substances Molly Weasley described awaited them.
For the rest of the day, and night. The white, two story house stayed quiet. The holidays were coming, and this was not the best situation anyway. Silence was better then complaining or blaming, but nothing could bring back the happiness to this house. Not even a Christmas, for everyone only wanted one present this year..Ginny Weasley to come home.
"Move it!" The man in the black suit and silver tie screamed at the redhead, who was lined up with the other hostages. "NO." She screamed back at him, only to be punished with a swift back hand to her cheek, hard enough it sent her falling to the floor. The burning sensation created tears in her eyes, but she wouldn't let them leave her eyes, nor let the man see them. "Ginny, Jus' do eht!" the girl next to her pleaded.
"I can't!"
"Yes, you can! We've given you everything you need, Weasley. NOW DO IT!" The man yelled at her, now bending on one knee to meet her face on the floor. Looking up, Ginny started to nod, but instead of getting up she spit in the man's face. Bad move..
Once more, the back of the man's hand met her cheek, throwing her even further back. Though instead of letting up, the man followed her and raised his hand again, she knew the hand was about to come down and hurt her again, but before she could realize what she just did, a loud "THUMP" came from across the room, followed quickly by the sound of glass shattering. Looking up, Ginny saw the man passed out against the cold concrete floor.