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A/N: Jay Ficlover, Tom was Ginny's first, she was just trying to wind him up, and obviously, it worked.

Chapter 20: Home Front Part ii.

Once Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny got back to Grimmauld Place, Ginny was taken to the old bedroom that she had occupied during the summer before her Fourth Year. She was told to rest, and when she awoke, the old and wizened face of Albus Dumbledore floated into view, a soft smile on his face. "Good afternoon, Miss Weasley. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you, Professor," she said croakily, noticing that she had been dressed in a thick cotton nightgown. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Two days," he replied. Then his face became serious, and hard, but not in a way to frighten her, as Tom would. "Now, Ginny, Ron has told me that I can only tell you certain things about what has been happening, so I hope you don't mind if I ask the questions?"

"It's OK," she muttered, she was too tired to think of any questions to ask anyway.

"First, I would like to tell you about your brother. Now, he doesn't know, but I know that he used Dark magic to find you, Miss Weasley," Dumbledore said quietly, "and he never gave up on you, when, I am ashamed to say, we all did. I hope you realise how lucky you were to be given such a brother."

"I know, I am grateful for Ron," she whispered, not understanding why he was telling her this.

"Second, Madame Pomfrey suggested that you might want a potion, for the child to be –,"

This time, Ginny fully understood what the Headmaster was saying. "No," she said firmly, "I don't want anything of the sort. It's only a little baby, and it's part of me…" she laid her hand on her stomach gently, glad that nobody had tried to harm him while she was sleeping. "I'm just glad Tom can't hurt him."

" 'Hurt', Miss Weasley?" he said curiously. Ginny explained to Dumbledore that this was not her first pregnancy, and that she had suffered a miscarriage because she had disobeyed Tom's wishes. "And, was this one planned?" he said, frowning lightly.

"Yes," she said quietly. "He wanted another, and I think he thought that I wanted another also. And, I am now bound to him, sir…" she whispered sadly.

"Bound…? You are married to him?" he said, unable to disguise the shock in his voice. Why would Tom Riddle wish to marry Ginny Weasley? Why would he want another child? "And was this forced?"

"Of course it was," Ginny replied in an offended tone, "he threatened me with the usual; he said that he'd hunt my family down, and kill them in front of me, one by one."

Dumbledore began to draw up the only feasible conclusion that was available. "Did he mention anything about why you were kidnapped?"

"He mentioned something about needing the other half of his soul," Ginny shrugged, "I didn't understand, and I don't know if he attained it either, Professor. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Miss Weasley, it is I that should be apologising," he said in a sorrowful tone, "none of this would have happened if I had placed Wards around The Burrow."

"It's alright, Professor, as you say, it's dangerous to change the past," she said clearly, "and everyone makes mistakes." She looked down at her stomach and knew her baby was going to be born, safe and loved, with no Tom to ruin it for her. And she didn't care if he was its father, because she had learned to enjoy the small movements and gentle, sometimes sharp, kicks coming from her abdomen.

"You'll be a good mother, Miss Weasley," Professor Dumbledore said gently.

"It's a boy, you know," she said, a little sense of joy evident in her eyes, and Dumbledore was astonished at how well she was coping with all that had happened to her simply because of an unborn child.

"Did he hit you often, Miss Weasley?" he questioned.

"Only if I disobeyed him," she answered, still looking affectionately down at her rounded stomach. "But, recently, he seemed to be almost obsessive about me being his and never leaving his side."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled curiously as a thought came to mind, concluding the enigma that was Tom Riddle. "OK, Miss Weasley, just one more question before I leave you to rest some more, do you know his whereabouts when you were rescued?"

"He told me, but I can't remember the name," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "He's taken over the Russian Federation, so he told me," she added hastily.

"Ah, that explains the deserted streets Harry was talking about," Dumbledore said thoughtfully. "Action will be taken, Miss Weasley, there is no need to worry. For now, you need to rest more, and I'll finish my questions later."

"Yes, sir."

Dumbledore left her room, thinking of what Ginny Weasley had achieved; Tom Riddle's seemingly non-existent heart. But, she did not realise this, she did not realise how important she was to Tom Riddle, and she did not realise that he would go to any lengths to get her back.

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Tom finally got home, he had finally rid the world of those rebel scum, the scum that had pulled him away from his little Ginny. He didn't know why they could not just accept that they were conquered. If they embraced this fact, then he would be able to stay with Ginny. As he opened his bedroom door, he wondered if she had grown, he wondered if she had missed him at all. He smiled, and was glad, once more, that he had gotten her pregnant again. "Ginny?" he called as he stepped inside.

The sight that greeted him was not Ginny, but a distressed-looking Lauren, pacing the room, and wringing her hands.

"Where is Ginevra?" Lauren stopped her actions abruptly, and bowed rigidly.

"M-Monsieur, Madame was…she was…taken," she finished weakly.

"What?" he hissed in a deadly whisper.

"One of the house elves was Stupefied," she said quickly, becoming more frightened than she already was. "Three people came, Monsieur, Harry Potter was amongst them. They took Madame," she whispered, looking down at her shoes.

"Harry Potter!" he hissed. "What were you doing while this was happening, Lauren?" he said maliciously, his usually handsome face twisted into an ugly sneer.

"M-Monsieur, I w-was in my room, I did n-not hear anything-."

"Get out, you pathetic woman!" he shouted. "Get out, before I kill you!" Lauren rushed out hurriedly as Tom slammed the door on her. She was worthless in his eyes, and later on he would punish her for letting Ginny get away. Then he thought, if Lauren had not heard her, then she had not screamed, she had not resisted…she wanted to go….

He sat in the armchair by the balcony doors, staring at his hands. It had only been a few weeks ago that his hands had been touching her, touching his baby…his baby….

He realised that he had become too cocky, she had blinded him, and she had made him forget the Wards. Then he thought, didn't the night he made love to her mean anything? He thought that she was content.

Didn't the fact that he was the father of the child she was carrying mean anything?

All he knew was that she was gone, his baby was gone. They had been taken from him. Potter, Potter had taken them, his possessions. And Tom knew that Harry Potter had stolen his things. It angered him more that his baby had been taken; he would not see him when he was born, and he would not be able to name him. Ginny would be in pain, and she would not have him to console her.

She had lied to him, he suspected. It angered him, but he felt that dull aching he had felt ages ago. His little wife, his soft Ginny had lied to him; had someone else touched her? Did she think of him as powerful? How could he have ever fallen for her lies? How could he have thought that she would admire him, and all that he stood for? But, he would forgive her; he would say to her that he didn't care as long as she came back to him.

He stood up, walking to her dressing table, seeing her brush that still had remnants of her red hair. Tom picked it up, studying it, remembering her brushing her long, wavy locks with it. With a shout of rage, he threw the thing at the mirror with full force, and watched it shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.

Tom wanted her with him, and he could imagine her there, standing in front of him. "I missed you, Tom," she would whisper, "and the baby missed you, too."

"I'm staying with you now," he said, "until he is born," and he touched her stomach, "and that'll be very soon, my love."

"I know," she would say quietly. Then he clenched his fist angrily.

"I won't hurt you, Ginny, tell me you'll come back to me," he stroked her imaginary cheek. "Why did you lie? Why did you make me believe that you loved me!"

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While Ginny was sleeping, Professor Dumbledore found Ron Weasley in his room, alone, his cheeks wet with tears. "Mr. Weasley?" he said gently, and Ron snapped his head up, wiping his eyes hastily. "I've spoken to your sister, and she is fine."

" 'Fine?' How can she be fine?"

"She is handling the situation very well," he explained. "But, I am sad to say that she wishes to keep the child."

"What? Why?" Ron stood sharply, anger clear in his voice. "Didn't you try to persuade her?"

"It is not my place to make her do such a thing," Dumbledore said softly, "and it is not yours to either. Your sister is stronger than you think, Mr. Weasley, but she needs to know that she has her family with her."

"I can't support that decision, sir, I refuse to allow that kid come within 10 miles of me!"

"Then you will have to leave here, or allow Ginny to leave here," Dumbledore said earnestly. "You have to realise that the child is also part of your family, Mr. Weasley, and this fact has been accepted by your sister."

Ron sighed, not wanting to talk about the baby anymore. "Did she say anything else?"

"She also said that she was forced to marry him, Mr. Weasley, but it can be reversed, depending on what kind of ceremony it was."

"It just gets better and better, doesn't it?" Ron muttered sarcastically.

"You will inform your brother, Charlie, he is on a mission, I believe."

"Yes, I will tell him, Professor."

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The next day, Professor Dumbledore informed the foremost members in the Order of the Russian invasion, and sent out a few Aurors to see if Ginny's information was true. And within a week, they were found out by a few Death Eaters and killed instantly.

Meanwhile, Ron found the courage to tell Ginny about their family. And she was told about their parents murder, Percy's sacrifice for his youngest brother, and Fred and George's disappearance. Ginny was comforted by Ron as much as possible, and when he left her to sleep once more, she cried harder. All those nights she could have refused him, and it would not matter, because she hardly had any family left, and she would have rather died.

Then she thought again, what about Ron and Charlie? They were still living, and they would have missed her. And what of her baby? He would have never lived. She decided to focus on the living, as it was the only way she could accept the deaths in her large family….

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I was standing atop a pile of crumpled ruins, and nothing but dust settled in the air. I could see heads of red, black, and brown amongst the ruins, the enemy had fallen, and I stood upon them all, sneering and stepping on them as I descended the makeshift stairs of bodies and brick.

She was not amongst them, my Princess, I would never kill her.

As I looked around, the sound of humming filled my ears, a tune unknown, but I followed it into the woods on the edge of the ruins, and as I came closer, the tune became sad. The trees of the wood were untouched. I stood in the archway of branches and leaves, and saw her…twirling about with her hair flying around her face and brushing her naked shoulders.

She stopped as soon as her eyes landed on me, those brown eyes that glittered when she smiled. "They won't let me come back to you, Tom," she whispered. "I've tried…."

I kissed her forehead. "I'll come for you, I'll take you back, my Princess. Now there is no one to take you away from me again," I gestured to the chaos behind me, elaborating on her ability to soothe me, but also be the cause for my rage.

"I told them I wanted to stay," she laid her head on my chest, falling into my arms, "but they took me anyway…. And then they wanted to kill our baby, our son."

I lifted her face and stroked her warm cheek. "It's alright, he is safe now," I stroked her stomach and kissed her, "and you are safe…."

Tom awoke and turned to his left. "Ginny," he whispered, smiling and expecting to see her there, by his side, like she should be. He closed his eyes once more, and pushed the covers off himself, and remembered the night before; he had tried to sleep with a whore, thinking all that tied him to Ginny was the sex, but then he could not sleep with the whore. She was not Ginny, and he wanted Ginny.

He remembered what dream Ginny had said about them wanting to kill his baby. He knew it was only a dream, but it sounded like something they would do. Tom pulled a robe on, and decided that he needed to plan a course for action, and he needed to speak to Lucius Malfoy.

Ginny was his, and he was going to show them how true that was….

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