Chapter Three – Where Am I?

Ginny woke up to find herself on the cold hard floor. Her body was stiff and aching all over, especially her head and cheek. As she pulled herself to a sitting position she noticed that her hair was caked in dried blood.

Standing up Ginny saw that the room was dark, not because the lights were off, but because there was no windows or fire pit to provide her with light. The walls were all bear, no paintings or objects to liven the room.

Her mind tried desperately to remember where she was and how she got there, but for some reason she couldn't remember. Ginny felt something brush against her leg and looked down only to see a pack of rats run by. Panic was coursing through Ginny's veins and questions she couldn't answer were tumbling around in her head.

"Where the hell am I?" Ginny asked.

"In my dungeon." Came the cool reply of Voldemort.

At the sound of his voice she spun around on her heels to face him. He looked just as terrifying as Harry had described. Red eyes looked so snake like and his pale face made him look permanently sick. He was very tall, most likely 6 foot 2. He was nothing close to handsome, or human even, yet his body did look powerful.

"Why am I here…and what happened to my head?" Ginny said.

"You don't remember?" He chuckled.

Ginny repeated her question. "Why am I here and what happened to my head?"

Voldemort walked closer to Ginny, trapping her in a corner. There seemed to be no door or means of escape. Ginny decided not to die like a coward so she held her head high and looked him in the eye.

For a second he seemed shocked at her bravery, but his shock soon turned into a slight smile.

"You didn't feel the need to tell me what I desired when we were in Hogwarts so I brought you back here to acquire information from you. Does this ring a bell?"

A look of understanding flashed across her eyes. She remembered him hitting the wall, then her. Her hand slowly went up to her face, lightly touching the handprint that was faintly there.

"How long have I been here?"

"Two days. You seemed to have lost a lot of blood. I tried to wake you but no matter what I did you slept through it."

"Two days!" Ginny yelled. "What is my family thinking? They must be so worried. What are they…"

Her words abruptly stopped when Voldemort's hands pushed her against the rough wall.

"That is enough Mrs. Weasley. Now tell me about the Order and you may go."

"Do you think that I am…stupid? Like you would let me go after I tell you what you want. You would kill me. Either way, I can only leave this building dead. I'd rather get it over with if you don't mind."

Ginny spotted his wand in his back pocket and for a brief second she thought of grabbing it.

'This is your chance. Grab the wand and get the hell away from him.' Ginny felt her hand inch towards him and felt a rush of adrenaline take over her body as she grabbed his wand.

"Don't move or I will be forced to hurt you." Ginny hissed as Voldemort narrowed his eyes and raised his hand as if to hit her.

With an innocent look he took his right hand and rubbed it along his left arm. Soon popping noises filled the room. Each pop announced the arrival of a figure dressed in black, all with a wand pointed right at her. Instincts took over as Ginny shot curse after curse at the deatheaters. At first they didn't fire at her, but when five men had been knocked unconscious they began to retaliate. Ginny continued to curse all those she could get a good shot at.

Suddenly she was hit from behind and immediately ropes bound her hands and feet. Voldemort took back his wand that lay inches in front of Ginny's fallen body.

"Thank you Malfoy."

"Anything for you Master." Lucius muttered while kissing Voldemort's robe.

"Enough." Commanded Voldemort. Lucius quickly went back to his place among the deatheaters.

Once Lucius was in place Voldemort turned back to Ginny.

"Good show. I change my mind about you. Ginny Weasley, I think I will make you my wife."