A/N: Wow, look at me go, Three chapters in Two days, go me. I will write more this week as I am not working much XP Thanks to all those who reviewed.
Warning There is going to be a rape sense in this Chapter, some things from my own head. This is really my first time writing something like this. . .
Ginny had spent the better part of her weeks that she had been in the white room pacing and tucking herself into a corner as her "care-taker" came to visit her. She had courage and could be hot-headed but she was not one to want to get hexed into the next existence. She had seemed small compared to her "care-taker" A man who she feared more than anything at the moment.
It was because of what he was, who he was that made her terrified of the man. It was the corruption of good that he had shown to her that made her feel betrayed more than before. In some point in her mind she wished it had been anyone else, she would have even taken one of the Malfoys or their relations, just not this man.
She couldn't help but wonder if anyone knew, but it explain more than enough. Why everything happened the way that it had. Why even thought Voldemort was back no one had let the papers know. She just didn't want to see what had been put right in front of her face.
Ginny had been told what the full moon was holding for her, that she would be taken to Voldemort. She could feel a shill run up and down her spin, she couldn't show fear while she was there, but that didn't mean she wasn't. She had placed her hair up most days, the one time she had left it down her "care-taker" had beaten her. She still had a yellow bruise on her side from where she had been kicked hard in her scolding.
She didn't know why it would have matter, she haft hoped her hair would just fall out all of it, she felt like she had been mark. The mark on her arm burned slightly, a continuous reminder that she had been branded like a cow and then locked away. Just like the female cattle she had no idea why she was where she was, just the ever pending feeling of doom that danced along her skin.
Having nothing else to do but sit in a room was slowly having her become more and more paranoid of what was going to happen. She had started speaking out loud to herself just to hear the sound of a human voice other than the one that she feared so. She had only been caught talking to herself one or twice and she had covered it up with singing.
She knew what was going to happen the night of the full moon, or rather she knew when the night of the full moon was. She had been given water for a bath and told that if she didn't clean herself that she would be getting help from whoever was available at the moment. Not wanting to risk the idea that some male would come in or even her "care-taker" she had washed herself and her hair in the water she had been given.
The water had been cold and she shivered as gooseflesh rose all over her body. She had wrapped the thin towel around her and waited until the door had opened. She had been looked over carefully, forced to remove her towel to make sure she had clean herself. Her checks where still hot from embarrassment, she pulled on the black dress.
Walking down the hallway would have been easier if not for the "care-taker's" hand on her shoulder that made her so nervous. She wondered for a moment if anyone would believe her if she ever got away. If anyone would believe that the Minister of Magic was a Death Eater.
She was in a room, not even sure how she had gotten into the room but that she was there in this moment. The room was dark and there was a cot on the other side of the room, it looked to be big and fluffy thought and for a moment Ginny wanted nothing more than to go and lay on it. Anything had to be softer than what she had been laying on for the longest time.
"Careful Gin, Just move slowly," she spoke the words to herself as if she thought someone else might be in the room with her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her mind spinning with all the dreadful things that might be lurking in the room.
"Speaking to yourself Muggle-lover," A voice that was harder than the one from her dream spoke to her and in a moment of panic Ginny spun around in a full circle before stopping to look over at where the voice had come from.
Voldemort was standing there in black robes made of a richer martial than the cotton dress she was standing in. He was standing in front of a chair that had been facing the door hidden in the shadows until he had gotten to his feet to let her know that he was in the room with her.
The window curtains open as if on their own accord and the moon's light silvered into the room on wispy tendrils. It seemed unreasonable foreboding, but in the moment Ginny could hear every sound that was playing to her ears. She could hear the calls of the night animals and smell the rancid hot air that rushed into the room. The faint smell of dust and soot reached her noise from the black hearth.
Her bare feet let her stand her ground and her small chin raised up high in an effort to show her courage in this moment of meeting. She didn't want anything to happen but she hadn't a wand, he did.
Ginny had been sobbing even before the magical bounds trapped her own the bed and a well set wave of the hand had sent her dress to be shredded to little strips. She arched and twisted her small body trying to find a way either off the bed or to cover herself from the eyes of the man at the end of the bed.
His skin was smooth and his head bald, red eyes danced in the moon light as he watched her. Everything about him was long, his arms and fingers, the way he moved his legs. She guessed that he was long, but she hadn't looked, her face flushed with anger, fear, frustration, embarrassment from the way she was spread before him.
She could feel the cold air on her body, the pain in her legs from being pulled tight away from her body and spread open. She wanted to curl into a ball, wished they there were real ropes around her wrists and ankles not just magic. Then she could pull harder, maybe get them to break or at lest take her mind away by giving herself pain.
She felt the bed move and her voice started again. "no, no, no. . . " The word repeating itself as if just that would make this all go away. She felt the cold hard wood by the lower part of her body and whimpered in discomfort. Words where muttered and a glow of blue light flashed from with in her and she heard a laugh from above her.
"Filthy little Muggle-Lover keeping herself pure." The word was whispered in a sarcastic tone, mocking and sharp; "Or would no one touch such a unclean one such as you".
Ginny let out a whimper her eyes closed tight, go away, go away, go away. Thoughts of freedom and the outside world came to her and she tried to reach for them until she was slapped hard, her head rung and her eyes snapped open.
She didn't feel his hands on her until they gripped her hips, long nails digging into the flesh there curling under as if to rip it away from the bone. Then there was a thrust and Ginny through her head back and wailed to the heavens in pain.
Unlike in the stories she had once found while over Hermione's house one summer, there was no, 'We can do this so I enjoy it', or 'so we both enjoy it' bullshit in this rape. It was not an act of over whelming passion on the part of the rapists. There would be no amazing enjoyment and sudden masochistic pleasure on Ginny's part. There was only pain and horror, a sense that she had failed herself and her family in some way by letting this happen.
She could feel the ripping from between her thighs and the pain that rippled through her body She had felt her innocents rip and that had only been the beginning of her pain. She had been dry, and her body's bleeding was not helping as the man on top of her thrust into her again and again.
She felt him bend his head down to the place where her shoulder and her neck met and grab on with his teeth. She screamed as she felt his canine teeth rip through the skin as he bit hard the others would leave bruise, maybe they might even break the skin. Ginny listened to the man on top of her, the sweat of his body the sicken smell mixed with her own blood.
Then it was over and he pulled out, nostrils flaring as he looked down and wave his hand to clean himself, leaving Ginny own the bed bleeding and sweat covered. He looked over towards a small vile that must have been only a half an inch in diameter and two inches tall. It was filled with blood and Voldemort walked over to it, his skin stretched tight over the bones in his back.
Ginny was drifting her eyes watching clouded by tears that she was no pressing back. She had lost herself in the moment, the pain and horror but it was over now. She watched with unveiled curiosity as he picked up the small vile and looked at it as if it was the answer to all his problems.
Turning back to Ginny he held it up, his lips twisting in a sneer of sadistic amusement. "The virginal blood taken on the night of the full moon from one who almost brought me back, will return the drinker back into a youthful form, with immense power," He paused in his speech to walk closer to Ginny his eyes a mask of insane pleasure, he seemed unaffected by his nakedness as he held the treasure in his hand.
"Malfoy told me about it and after I saw him punished I called u pon Lira, she gave me everything I needed to get what I wanted," He spoke that as if to himself as he stood above her and tipped the vile up so that the blood fell into his mouth. Swallowing the blood in one gulp he blinked for a moment and then waited, he looked over, the moonlight still coming into the room as he watched from any change.
Ginny watched and then she felt something, her mind felt as if it was stretching, pressure building under her eyes as she felt her body quivering; her arms pulled and legs twitching. She felt as if she was being pulled apart, she needed to get out of here, be anywhere else than this spot at this moment.
It was cold and there was nothing but the feeling of being pressed in on, she couldn't make her lungs take in air and for a panic moment Ginny thought she was dying. Her breath came in a hurried gasp when she could breath again as she looked around. She was still without clothes on and she was on the darkened street somewhere.
She was still nude, her arms wrapping around her. She felt as if her head was going to explode, her mind racing against something. Ginny got to her feet her arms crossed over herself as if to take cover, she got to her feet stumbling slightly feeling as if her feet where unable to work as they should.
"Miss?"
Ginny turned around her eye going wide as everything exploded behind her eyes. The world became a flash of colored fireworks and then everything went black.
A/N: Whahaha, what Have I done now! Gods only know but I have great plans for the future.
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