Chapter Four – Like I Would Marry You?
Ginny was shocked. Why would the Dark Lord want to marry her? Sure she was a pureblooded witch, but she was stubborn and on the good side. If this was his plan to get information out of her he was going about it the wrong way.
The words, 'I will make you my wife.' kept flashing threw her head. When she had first heard the news ten minutes ago her face had shown anger, terror, disbelief, shock, and revulsion. She was sure her face looked priceless, all scrunched up and confused.
She was hoping to high heavens that someone would jump out from behind her curtains and yell, "April fools". But since it wasn't April, and since she was a prisoner at Voldemort's castle, she highly doubted that this could be a trick.
Ginny took some comfort that the room she was currently in had huge windows which she could look out of, a warm fire that was merrily crackling, and a big bed covered in silk sheets. The view outside of the window was breath taking. There was a large lake, at least three miles long that was surrounded by a dark and foreboding forest. A garden seemed to surround the perimeter of the castle.
Ginny wished she was out there exploring it, looking for an escape route, but she knew that this room was the only part of the house she would ever be seeing.
She didn't like the fact that the bed was big enough for two people, or the fact that a nearly see-through outfit was laying on top of the bed. But what could she expect, all men thought about was sex.
'Oh my God!' Ginny thought. 'I am going to have sex with him. He is going to rape me.' Ginny broke down at the thought of sleeping with the enemy. She got down on the floor and rolled under the bed. She would hide under here until she was found or taken back home. She knew that she would have to stay away from the perverted man that would soon be her husband, making her his Dark Queen.
'Well, one thing is for sure, and that is he isn't getting into my pants.' With that last comforting thought, Ginny fell asleep amongst the dust bunnies.
As Ginny fell into a peaceful sleep Voldemort was walking briskly around the corridors. His soon to be wife hated him, no surprise there. The real problem was finding someone to marry them and it seemed he had a bad reputation. He had threatened and killed all of the good preachers and now had only one option left, Pastor John.
He had never trusted the man. His greased back limp hair and tiny beady eyes mad him look like a rat. Wormtail must be related to him.
Walking into his private office Voldemort walked to his fireplace and threw in a handful of floo powder.
"Pastor John." He spoke clearly. Almost immediately a face appeared in the green flames.
"My Lord," the head said in an oily voice, "what a pleasant surprise."
"You are to wed me and my fiancé within a month. Understand?" Voldemort said. He got up from his position on the floor to leave but stopped when he heard a voice from the fireplace call him back.
"What if I do not wish to marry you and your fiancé? I am a very busy man."
"I don't care if you want to. I don't care if you don't have the time. I don't care about anything except this marriage. You will do as I say or you will no longer be a man." Voldemort yelled.
"What is that to mean My Lord?" Replied an annoyed John.
"I have many new weapons that I haven't used yet. You might like the nut cruncher. I think you know what it does."
A smile spread across Voldemort's face when Pastor John paled.
Taking a big gulp and clearing his throat John said, "I will wed you two in exactly a month. Till then."
Without waiting for a reply he withdrew his head from the flames.
Voldemort once again began to leave his office when a voice inside of his head caught his attention.
"Damn!" he cursed. He knew that Harry Potter, the kid who for some reason wouldn't die had heard everything he had said.
"I need to move up the date. Once she is mine she cannot escape. And just to make sure she doesn't find a way out of my castle I should cast a spell on her."
The door to Ginny's room was quietly and slowly opened. Footsteps became louder as the person who had entered walked towards the bed. Black shoes glistened in the sunlight, casting rays onto her eyes.
"Ginny where are you?" a voice called.
Ginny made a funny groaning noise, trying to tell the person to leave her alone.
"Ginny, come out from under the bed."
At this Ginny's eye shot open. Pushing herself backwards Ginny worked her way to the wall where he wouldn't be able to see her.
"Boo!"
Ginny jumped when the word was whispered into her ear. She let a small scream out when she saw Voldemort's red eyes shining in the dark.
"Come here."
Ginny shook her head and tried to move farther away from the imposing figure.
"Come here now!" he commanded.
When she once again refused to cooperate Voldemort slid under the bed, trapping her against the wall. On both sides of here were the feet of the bed. They were too big to move around.
Without warning a hand grabbed Ginny and pulled her out from under the bed in one swift motion. Ginny was now in the arms of her captor, being held like a newborn baby.
Ginny was determined to keep her eyes on the window, hoping someone would come to help her.
"Look at me." Voldemort said is a low voice.
For some reason she did. It seemed as if her body was working against her. Her mind was screaming don't do it, yet her body deafly listened.
Ginny looked into his eyes when he told her to. She never blinked or tried to look away. His eyes hypnotized her. She watched them change from a blood red to a brown color. They lost their snake-like shape and began to shrink in to normal sized eyes. His face gained more color until it was tanned. Next his hair changed to a black color and his face grew lips. Ginny could feel his once scrawny body became ripe with muscles.
In Lord Voldemort's place now stood a young man. This was the man who almost killed her when she was eleven. This was Tom Riddle.