Title: Possession
Summary: Not everything is what it seems. Ginny is taken hostage by the Dark Lord.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
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(Harry's POV)
Her eyes widen as she takes a step back, hands fluttering in midair as if trying to grasp what has just happened between us.
Her voice unnatural, I listen to her excuse, her apology.
She's sorry.
Sorry.
The echo of her rejection leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. She tries to walk away but I'm unwilling to let go of the moment just yet.
That one, perfect moment where she tried to feel alive.
The moment where she sought comfort in my arms and everything just fitted.
The moment that everything finally started to make sense.
That moment when she just kissed me.
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(Ginny's POV)
Several years before
"Come"
He offered me his hand and I took it unwillingly. His long slender fingers wrapped themselves around my wrist possessively. They were surprisingly warm.
As he walked with me through the dark and cold corridors I could not help but wonder:
Why wasn't I scared?
I should have been terrified. The Dark Lord had taken me, thrown me into a dungeon to await whatever fate he had planned for me. And now, after days of waiting and screaming obscenities, he had come down to visit me. Even more, he had released me from the magical shackles that bound me to the wall. I should be scared. After all, whatever he had planned for me, it could not be good, could it?
I was surprised by my own courage when I looked up at my captor and asked:
"Why have you taken me? Why have you not murdered me like you did Dean? It would have been easy."
He laughed. A shrill, high laugh that was anything but contagious. Still, I was not afraid.
"There are worse things than death Ginevra. That old Muggle-lover must have taught you that."
I winced, thinking of Dumbledore's demise only a few months ago. Voldemort looked at me again.
"Love"
He spat out menacingly.
"look what good it did to him."
"Dumbledore died to save Harry!"
I managed to choke out.
"He is a hero!"
"A dead hero is not much use to anyone, girl."
"My name is not girl. It is Ginny, as you know very well. Tell me, Tom, why did you take me? I know it was not an accident. You chose me."
"Do not call me by my filthy fathers' name!"
He regained his calm and his red eyes seemed to pierce my skin as he regarded me coolly.
"It is foolish to think that you matter to me, girl. Lord Voldemort cares not."
I smiled bitterly, remembering the sweet words Tom had written me in my first year.
"Perhaps not..."
I said calmly, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Perhaps though, it is not Lord Voldemort that desires my presence, but merely half-blood Tom Riddle."
He hurt me. Placed the Cruciatus-curse on me and threw me back in the dungeon. And still, I could not find any fear in my heart. I knew that I was right. He had not murdered me, though I had given him ample opportunity. One could even say I had provoked him, dared him to kill me. And yet he had not. His red eyes had looked right through me and the Avada Kedavra had already been on his lips when suddenly his eyes turned brown for a second. Tom had been present. And it was that exact moment that I knew. I was right.
I was chosen.
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This is only the prologue. Next chapter will probably be longer!