A/N: I haven't updated for a while. I was holding out for a review on chapter five, but I didn't get any : (. I decided to write the next chapter anyway. Enjoy, please review.
Blaise gripped the top of Ginny's arm in his hands. He steered her through the door and began walking down the corridor. She walked without struggle, noticing that all of paintings adorning the walls had been slashed to ribbons.
"I guess you found the Bruise-B-Gone in the medicine cabinet." Blaise remarked as the started descending the grand staircase leading to the lobby and the great hall.
"Yeah." Ginny answered. She had a feeling that she shouldn't tell Blaise the truth, so she didn't.
They came to the double doors of the great hall and Blaise opened one. He bowed sarcastically and gave a flourish with his hand toward the opening. There was silence as the door opened and Ginny looked in on a chilling sight. There was utter and complete silence. It looked just as it had before except for everybody wearing fancier clothes, and Voldemort missing from the staff table. Lucius Malfoy was there, though, sitting close to the center of the staff table.
All eyes were on Blaise and Ginny as they walked into the vast room. Ginny took a deep breath and looked straight forward at Dumbledore's empty seat. If only Dumbledore was there. Just a few days ago, he was. Hermione and Harry were talking and Ron was stuffing his face… Ginny reminisced in her head. Ron! Where is he? It hadn't donned on her until now that she had no clue where her brothers were, whether her family was ok, where Harry was.
Suddenly, as they were only just a couple of feet into the room Blaise gripped her arm tightly and forced her to stop walking. "Wait here." He hissed into her ear before he started walking again. She stopped and stood there dumbly, not knowing what to do. The room continued to stare at her and she scanned the staff table. Blaise had sat down and there were only two empty seats now. One for Tom Riddle and the other presumably for Draco.
Suddenly she felt an arm circling around her waist and she quickly snapped her head around to reveal a smirking Tom Riddle. "Ginevra," he whispered in her ear as she leaned away from him slightly, "how nice of you to wait for me, you look nice." He forced her to walk with him down the aisle. She walked smoothly and kept her head high, not looking at the crowd staring at her.
They stood right in front of the staff table and he forced her to kneel on the step leading to the table. He went to his seat and let his eyes bore into her, allowing a smirk to grace his face. "Hello my minions." He addressed the group.
"My lord!" They all boomed in unison.
"We have a guest with us tonight, Ginevra Weasley." He announced. "You may remember me giving her ample chances to join my side…"
The death eaters murmured "yes".
"And I gave everybody else the same chance, Ginevra?"
"Yes." She answered through gritted teeth.
"Do you wish that you had chosen differently?" He asked her.
"No." She said quietly.
"I didn't think so." He said with a chuckle. "Let's see if they think differently". The young dark lord waved his hand and the large double doors flew open. A large death eater, wearing his mask, walked into the room followed by a dirty group of girls, the same girls that Ginny had seen in this very room last night. They looked bruised and battered, most of them had large amounts of blood on their skin and clothes. Another death eater came in after them.
"Come and stand by me, Ginevra." Young Voldemort ordered. She had no choice but to obey. She stood beside him where he sat at the table and watched the procession on sad, scared girls. They lined up facing the table and most of them were looking at Ginny in shock. They were dirty, bloody, and dressed in ragged clothing. She was clean, seemingly unharmed, and dressed in elegance. Every look they gave her seemed to say, "you're a traitor, Ginny Weasley."
"I am going to give each of you another chance." He said with a grin. The girls looked at each other, confused. "Let's start at this end of the line," he said, pointing to the right side. Most of the girls said that they still didn't want to join his side. Hermione was in the middle of the line.
"I will never join your side! And I can't believe you did, Ginny! What would your brother say?" She said scornfully to Ginny.
"Hermione, I…" Ginny tried to explain.
"Shh, sweetheart." Tom said loudly while pulling Ginny to him and practically making her sit on his lap. "Don't struggle." He whispered as she tried to pull away. "You don't have to answer to this mudblood." He told her, loud enough so that the whole room could hear.
"She…" Ginny tried to say that Hermione was not a mudblood, but she was again silenced by Voldemort.
Out of the many girls, there were seven who decided to become death eaters. They were lead into a small room off of the great hall. Ginny suddenly remembered Harry walking into that same small room after his name had been mysteriously pulled out of the goblet. The other girls were forced to leave the room.
Suddenly, food appeared on the four house tables, and as soon as Voldemort gave the ok the death eaters began to eat. Meanwhile, he pulled Ginny up and forced her to walk towards the small room that the seven girls had just disappeared into. The other death eaters at the staff table followed them into the room. Just inside the girls were sitting at a table with empty plates in front of them.
Voldemort tossed Ginny at Blaise who caught her and held her back by the wall. "Hello ladies!" Voldemort boomed. "You must be hungry."
"Yes, sir." They said quietly. Ginny could see that they were all very young, probably first and second years.
"What smart girls you are, to join me." He told them. He looked back at Ginny, who had a disgusted look on her face. "It looks as if Ginevra disagrees, oh well." He looked back at the girls. "Time to cleanse the world of cowardly filth like you."
They looked confused as the table in front of them disappeared. The chairs were next and they came crashing down to the floor. "No, don't!" Ginny yelled, trying to break out of Blaise's grip.
"Torture and kill them." Voldemort said nonchalantly with a wave of his hand. "I don't care how you do it, just do it now!" The death eaters in the room, all members of the inner circle, suddenly moved to do their lords bidding. Blaise kept holding Ginny as she struggled to free herself. NO, they're so young! He can't kill them! She thought furiously. She was powerless to help, so she at least tried to turn away. Blaise let her.
"Make her watch!" Voldemort ordered Blaise. "Let her see what is happening to the weak, what will eventually happen to all of their kind! There's no escape for them Ginevra, no matter what they do they have to lose!"
Half an hour later Ginny was being dragged back to Blaise's room. "You sick bastard," she screamed as she fought at Blaise. "Let me go!" The shrieks still rang in her ears ad the memory of the sights all but crowded her current vision. When they got to the room Blaise flung the door open and shoved Ginny inside so forcefully that she fell to the hard stone floor.
"I'm going out drinking, you better not mess up the fucking room!" He said angrily as he slammed the door.
She ran to the bathroom and immediately began retching into the toilet. Don't think about it! She told herself furiously. It didn't happen. Just pretend it didn't happen. She stood and walked to the sink. She looked at her red eyes, pale face, and disheveled hair. She rinsed her mouth out and when she brought her head back up she was surprised to see that the bruises and small cuts had returned. Her hand shot to her face and she felt the small bumpy cuts on her face.
Ginny slowly let her hand glide forward and very lightly touch the mirror. Every finger caused a small ripple in the glass. She let her hand sink into the frigid cold of the glass. Her arm followed, and then she unthinkingly let her shoulder and head be pulled into the cold. Soon the whole upper half of her body was immersed in the mirror.
It's cold! Why did I do this! She tried to pull herself out, but found that she was being sucked further and further into the mirror. Her feet were lifted up off the ground and very soon, she was beyond the glass. It was freezing. She tried desperately to get out of the cold, but the mirror was suddenly as solid as it should have been in the first place.
A/N: Hope you liked it. I tried really hard to make it interesting, hope it wasn't boring. Please review, I'd ask a thousand times, but I think that would just annoy you.