CHAPTER THREE
"Wake UP! For god's sake Weaslette, WAKE UP!" Strong hands shook Ginny from her stupor.
"WHAT?" Ginny's screams were deafening to the man standing next to her. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? You woke me up from my sleep to ask me nothing." Ginny stared at the man in disbelief. This deatheater was really grating on her nerves. He had kidnapped her, taken her to Voldemort, and now had the indecency to wake her up when she was sleeping.
"Well you have been out of it since I took you away from our Dark Lord. Thought you'd had enough beauty sleep."
Ginny got up with out a word and walked towards the man. She was sure, that under his mask, he had a big smirk plastered across his mouth. Ginny had every intention of knocking it off. Stupid fool probably didn't even think she could punch. But that's what brothers were for.
So she kept on walking towards the man. Her fist was curled up already. When she was close enough, she'd strike. Ginny counted down in her mind until she took the final step. She raised her balled up fist and threw all her force into the mask of the deatheater standing before her, a small smile etched onto her lips. She could hear his howls of fury. Howls of fury that were right next to her. The deatheater grabbed her arm before she could get to the other side of the room. His mask had come off and she was looking right into the exposed face of…