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A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but as I've said on my profile page, I am back at college, I've got a History essay to write (but, I can't be bothered right now) I've had a mock exam for Sociology, and now I've got to do the other one at home because I didn't go to the lesson. I am extremely tired (no exaggeration). The good thing is that at the end of the year I'll get qualifications.
Thanks for the reviews although I made you review, well, not all of you, but some.
Sweet Riddle: Thanks for telling me about the 'hello' thing, I was actually looking at it wondering if it was right. Also, in this chapter, nearly everything will be explained, though I can't reveal other things just yet. I had the Dobby thing so that no one would know that he was there, because it would be like you were seeing it from the perspective of Tom and Ginny, who obviously did not know Dobby was there.
GalaBunny: Liked your review. I know people don't like reviewing, I don't like doing it either, unless I really have to, or I really want to compliment someone on their fic.
Anyway, on with the story.
CHAPTER ELEVEN -
Gestapo.
Professor Dumbledore sat in his office at Hogwarts, reflecting on the Order meeting. He thought Remus Lupin may have touched upon something; he said Tom may want Ginny because of the connection they had shared in her first year. Dumbledore couldn't think of anything aside from the fact that they shared a half of each other's soul.
"But," he said aloud. "Why force her to carry his child?"
He sat in silence for a while, when one of the paintings sighed as though giving in to curiosity.
"Who are you talking of, Dumbledore, not Tom Riddle again?" It said exasperated, even for a wizened wizard, Armando Dippet did not understand the full extent of the evil that was taking place.
"Alas, yes, Armando, you remember him well I suppose?"
"Of course," Dippet looked at Dumbledore knowingly. "He was the best student this school has ever seen. I wouldn't have made him Head Boy if he wasn't."
"Well, I fear he may be challenged in that sense, Armando." Dumbledore said smiling and thinking of Hermione. He cleared his throat and continued. "As I have been talking aloud to myself rather habitually, then you must know the sitaution."
Dippet looked grave. "I am clear of the situation," his face turned into a look of confusion. "But, I still can't see Mr. Riddle doing such preposterous things."
Dumbledore sighed, remembering that it was only he who noticed the lingering vicious look in Riddles' eyes in his final year at Hogwarts, replacing the painful lonesome look.
"You know, I couldn't imagine Mr. Riddle taking a young lady, I don't recall him ever having a girlfriend - oh! there was that Veronica girl, wasn't -" He cut himself off, noticing Dumbledore's expression. "Well," he coughed nervously. "I suppose that isn't important."
"No, Armando." Dumbledore replied, his eyebrows raised.
Dippet gave a nervous laugh and put his serious face on. "Wasn't Lord Voldemort destroyed two years ago?"
"Yes, by Harry Potter in his seventh year, the battle took place outside of Hogsmeade." Dumbledore replied with a frown on his face.
"Voldemort's followers couldn't have been that loyal to assist his second rebirth." Dippet said astonished at these atrocities. "Grindelwald never had such loyalty."
"Many of his followers adamantly believe in the Purity of blood, they need a strong leader." Dumbledore paused and looked at the painting of Dippet, he knew he was going to ask about the diary's destruction. "Tom Riddle's diary was destroyed, and devoid of his memory, but, we didn't count on his making another only a few years after. The second diary is the source of the new shadows in the Wizarding World."
"He cannot be as powerful as Lord Voldemort, he is younger." Dippet said in a sure voice.
"And more ruthless," Dumbledore added, casting a glance at the painting. "It is true, Riddle does not have some abilities that he developed after his 20th year. His Legilimens ability is not developed, though I daresay that he is quickening the process."
Dippet stared at Dumbledore for a while. "What of the young lady? What will happen if she is rescued?"
"It seems as though she is out of our reach, for now, Mr. Riddle is being extremely protective of Miss Weasley." Dumbledore sighed sadly. "She is expecting his child."
Dippet was shocked, but continued. "That may explain his protectiveness, Albus."
"I suppose." Dumbledore said slowly. "But, I fear that if she is rescued she will want the child with her, the people around her may alienate her, unconciously so, because it is Lord Voldemort's." Then he added as an afterthought. "Or she may alienate herself because she is ashamed."
"Dirty business, very dirty business, Albus." Dippet said disgustedly. "But, you shouldn't give up on her, she will need all the help she can get."
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Ron held his breath as his blood fell into the small, black cauldron.
"Remind me again why my blood is needed, Hermione?" Ron said painfully. He flinched as he squeezed his hand into a fist, protruding more blood and allowing five more droplets to smatter the bottom of the pewter cauldron.
"Ron..." Hermione said, sighing. "How many times?" She put her hand to her forehead. "Harry's explained twice already!" She exclaimed.
"Well, nearly getting your hand chopped in half can make you forget things easily, Hermione!" Ron whined.
"Your blood is similar to Ginny's." She paused and pointed her wand at Ron's bleeding hand, "Ferula". Bandages shot out of her wand and wrapped themselves tightly around Ron's hand. "Since Ginny is obviously not here, we cannot use her blood to Locate her, and blood is the most important ingredient for the spell."
Ron stared, looking at Hermione as though she were stupid. "If it's my blood, then it'll just Locate me." He said bluntly.
"No, Ron, it's a Locator spell, it finds people, you are not lost are you so it will not go to you unless it doesn't find Ginny." Hermione said impatiently.
"Uh, Hermione?" Harry said, speaking for the first time during the small argument. "What will wedo if it doesn't find Ginny?"
Ron looked up at Hermione, waiting for her answer. She looked at him sympathetically and placed her hands on his, her eyes determined.
"Then wewill keep trying."
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Tom was extremely elated about the fact that his plan had worked. Ginny was now, virtually, out of their reach, and Tom made sure his Ginny was well-protected; guards were placed about the manor, he had placed powerful wards around the house, blocking out Light and Dark magic. Nobody was going to touch her. Of course, Ginny was oblivious to Tom's little dealings, she was oblivious to everything.
He read The Daily Prophet everyday but made sure Ginny didn't see anything in the newspaper. It was a good source of information for Tom, it was where he found out that the Order had discovered that Ginny was still alive, and "acting as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's mistress", Tom smiled at their error; completely out of context. It was that particular article that had alerted Tom and had made him move her so quickly. He also knew now that there was a spy in his ranks. He had some suspicions, and Lucius Malfoy was all the more happier to make a few suggestions himself.
Meanwhile, Ginny was slowly beginning to give up hope, resolving in her mind that the others thought she was dead; the reason why she was stuck with Tom when had his sudden bursts of rage. The root of Tom's anger was Ginny's reluctance to open her soul to him, he'd nearly achieve it, but she'd retreat right at the last minute.
Stuck with Tom when he had a sudden need to touch her, after telling himself that she was his for the tenth time.
DECEMBER 12th 1999
Ginny was sitting on the chair by her dressing table, waiting for Lauren to finish checking her over.
"Ah," Lauren said happily, she smiled at Ginny. "Your baby is in perfect health, mademoiselle."
Ginny smiled, also. "Thank you, Lauren." Ginny said, as she watched the medi-witch put her wand in a small leather case, and shut it with a click.
"We'll see how he is next month, and I'll run you through basic birthing methods. I also need to give you advice on caring for your baby, it's just procedure, mademoiselle." She shrugged, smiling again and bowed as she left Ginny alone in the bedroom.
She looked around for a couple of minutes, her hand resting on her chin and then sighed. She pulled out some parchment and a quill, sighing again, feeling extremely bored and began to doodle meaningless pictures on the yellowing paper.
Malfoy used to go on about how great it was to have money. Ginny thought contemptuously of the pointy faced boy. Even if I do get a big bedroom, garden, library, and loads of clothes, it's still bloody boring! A sudden idea entered her mind. I bet he wants me bored so I'll get excited when I see him, because he knows he's the only person I can really talk to. Sly bastard.
Ginny put the finishing touches on the teddy bear she was drawing and held it out in front of her, studying it from different angles.
"I didn't know you were so good at drawing, Ginny."
Ginny, startled, huffed and turned to him. "I wish you would stop doing that, Tom."
"Doing what?" He said innocently, and smirking at the same time.
"You know what, Tom." Ginny said in a low voice. She began drawing another teddy bear, the one that she used to have in her bedroom at The Burrow. It had a pink bow on the top of it's furry head.
Ginny felt Tom touch her stomach lightly. "And how is my son today, Ginny?" He asked in a serious tone.
"Fine." She replied bluntly. Ginny turned to look at him and found him kneeling down and staring up at her. They stared at each other for a long time until Tom suddenly stood, his dazed look replaced by an indifferent one.
As Tom kicked his shoes off, Ginny felt as though there were weights pulling her eyelids down. He turned to see Ginny's sleepy expression and stood behind her.
"Tired, Ginny?" He murmured, bending down to kiss her neck, and stroke her bare shoulders.
Ginny stood up, her feet feeling the soft carpet. "I want to lay down for a little while."
Tom bent down again and picked Ginny up in his arms, carrying her. She was too tired to fight, tired from boredom.
She knew that he was only doing these things because she was pregnant, otherwise he'd be terribly cold to her and would only, once in a while, try to get her to talk to him, tell all her secrets. But, now he seemed to want her near him everyday, and if she wasn't, he wanted to know what she had been doing.
Tom pulled the covers up and laid Ginny down, stroking her hair. He stood above her for a while and watched her fall asleep. He began to undress and slipped under the covers beside her, touching her warm skin with his cool hand.
He leant over her sleeping form, studying her face; every contour, every freckle, and every eyelash. He bent his head to kiss her unresisting lips and rubbed her now slightly protruding stomach, praising himself for what he had done to her. Hoping that she felt special, special because she was carrying his child.
"I'll make you feel special, Ginny." Tom whispered, brushing his hand along her cheek. "And once you are almost ready to give birth, your dependency on me will be greater, you'll be practically immobile." He said, smirking and kissing her again. "You'll look absolutely wonderful, princess."
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Next Day
(Ginny's PoV)
Tom seemed to want me near him more often than usual today. At breakfast he had requested that I sit beside him, and throughout breakfast he had his hand resting on my thigh. At lunch he had brushed my hand with his a couple of times as if by accident when he reached to get something. I did not know why he was doing all these schoolboy things.
It was almost evening, the sun was setting far off in the distance behind the trees, and Tom and I were sitting in the lounge together; I was reading a book about three teenagers caught in a love triangle and it was rather boring. I didn't know what Tom was doing, I never know what Tom is doing.
I glanced up as I turned the page and saw Tom watching me, I instantly turned my attention back to Caroline and Roger having a heartfelt chat. But, I couldn't get the image of his eyes out of my mind; the dark cold blue had something different...undescribable lurking within them. I shifted slightly in my chair, growing nervous under his heavy stare which I was becoming more aware of. I didn't want him looking at me like that anymore, I didn't want him touching me anymore.
He stood up suddenly and walked to the ice-covered window, staring out at the snow-covered gardens. He leant his arm on the windowpane and put his other hand in his pocket.
I stared at his back shyly, looking at his jet-black hair which was sticking up slightly.
"Ginny," he said suddenly, making me jump and turn back to the book again. "Upstairs now." Sounding as though he had resolved something.
"Why?" I said, disobeying him.
He kept his back to me, but he had gone rigid and had his hand clenched into a fist. "Because I said so, Ginny." He said, forcefully.
"But I haven't finished this chapter." I whined, standing up.
"Do not disobey me, Ginevra." He snapped, facing me. "Now," his body relaxed. "Go upstairs."
I folded my arms over my chest and sulked. I sighed as he smiled at my childish behaviour, and left the room, trudging up the staircase.
It's so unfair! I thought angrily as I banged the bedroom door open and slammed it shut. I kicked my shoes off and pulled my hairclip out, inhaling and exhaling to calm myself. I began untying the stringy bow on the front of my dress, finally relaxed.
Tom strode in and instantly advanced on me. He brushed his hand lightly over my shoulders and made the straps of my dress slip down my arms. He leant forward and touched his lips to mine, I felt his hands rubbing my hips then run up my body and settle on my breasts, caressing them gently. It would be so nice to give in...
My eyes snapped open and I instantly backed away from him with my head down.
"What's wrong, Ginny?" He demanded, angry at my sudden movement.
I felt him touch my shoulder and moved further away from him. "I-I don't want to, Tom." I said, determination in my voice, lifting my head and finally facing him.
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A/N: Phew! Another chapter done, and I hope you enjoyed it. Anyway I will not post Chapter 12 until I get 10 Reviews I need some motivation you know, plus Chap. 12 is quite long, I don't know when I'll find the time to do it, well, when I don't have any homework, so I'll get H/W out of the way and do Chap.12. Also, on top of that I am rewriting later scenes, as I wrote some of them while I was half asleep because I always seem to get the inspiration when I'm half-asleep.
Preview of chap. 12 (remember some things here may be changed when you actually read chapter 12.
Tom sat beside Ginny, taking her hand. He stroked her stomach, feeling a dull ache in his chest, an ache he had never felt before, and instantly hated it.
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Ginny turned her head away, her eyes glassy. Tom seemed not to care in Ginny's mind, just like he didn't care for anything but power.
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I refrained from tearing her out of the bed and beating her. I wanted her to understand that she musn't disobey me, to understand that she was mine. If she knew and learnt this wouldn't have happened, the stupid girl!
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione begin the Locator spell, and Ron gets a happy moment.
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Tom reveals to Ginny why he initially had her kidnapped, and Ginny goes into trance mode.
Next chapter is called Kronstadt, and remember 10 REVIEWS.