-1(A/N - I have this beginning in my writing folder for a long time and never really worked on it so here it is. This is my first attempt to have shorter chapters, personally I like reading shorter chapters, but I like writing longer ones, dunno why but usually when I drag them on no good comes, so here ya go, enjoy! And PLEASE PLEASE review, so I know whether or not to go on with his fic.)
Disclaimer: Yea, if you haven't heard I have tried multiple times to steal the Harry Potter characters, but so far I haven't really succeeded in my evil plans, so ya know... be patient.
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Really all she wanted to do was to get away from there, she wanted to get away from Harry, and Ron, and just everyone, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. Luna had offered for Ginny to come with her and her father to America to hunt for the Kissneruf, which had a strange resemblance to muggle penguins. Ginny had gladly accepted, convincing her mom it was a safer option then being in London where all the fighting was taking place, and this was a once in a life time opportunity. Ginny just rolled her, she thought this would have been exactly what she wanted or needed, but at every turn something reminded her of home. One of probably the biggest reasons she had left was to get away from Harry, she loved him, she really did, and though she understood that it was really important for him to break it off, it didn't mean it didn't hurt. As tears rolled down her eyes she ran her fingers through her tousled hair. The night was silent, and still, the only sound she could hear was the padding of her feet on the pavement, it all seemed rather surreal, but it was the last concern on Ginny's mind. She now regretted coming here, it had been a mistake, it was stupid of her to try and run away from her problems, she should of known it would of just made it worse, it always had in the end.
Ginny looked up at the moon, it's presence threw suspicious shadows on the surrounding buildings, in this city where nothing but tall buildings were common. As she began to ponder why it was that muggle's found it comforting to live up in this buildings that made her nauseous just looking at them a gloved hand swung around her from behind and clasped her mouth shut. Ginny instantly went into a panic, sweat instantly made itself in excess on the back of her neck as the only notion from her brain was to kick and wriggle, which her limbs obeyed immediately. Her hand's clasped over the one covering her mouth and began clawing at it, trying to rip off the material with her finger nails, while she kicked backwards with her legs. If she had been in the right set of mind and had been an onlooker she would of found this odd site rather entertaining, well also if in fact the person was in no serious danger.
A quick jab in the back told her that this was no muggle she was messing with. And a gruff voice made all communication from her brain come to a sudden stop with the rest of her limbs, "Don't try anything stupid and I might not kill you." Ginny's breathing started to become irregular, and came in short spasms offsetting her sense of balance and she barely managed to keep her self still. With a short mutter a small flash of light enclosed her and she became speechless. The man quickly grabbed a hold of her hands holding them tightly behind her back and started digging in the pockets of her hoodie which she had put on right before leaving the hotel to try and keep herself warm from the ever unsettling chilly blasts of air which occurred at sporadic moments. Before Ginny could make sense of what she was doing, or even put logic into she began immediately squirming, her thoughts went to the worse possible scenario instantly and she wasn't about to let this man take advantage of her. But as soon as she started squirming the man instantly retreated his hands out of her pockets, and she gave a small mental sigh in her head, but this wasn't over and she knew it. But as soon as she gave a slight turn of her head, she was caught mid sigh, in his hand he held Ginny's wand. Inclining his leg upwards ever so slightly he brought down the wand in a rush, snapping it clearly in two. Ginny was in much too much of a shock to have realized while he had destroyed her wand, he had released her two hands, but as she would soon realize, it hadn't mattered, because she was stuck to where she stood.
Her breath began hard to grasp and she went into fits of coughs. Now all the pent of anger that she had in herself spilled out, and nothing seemed to make sense to her. Why did I have to leave, it was stupid, I am not some girl who wallows in self-pity, so why the hell did I have to act like one? Apparently the male had little time for introspect because he grabbed her by the shoulder, and dragged her with him into an alley way where the moon's ray could not reach. Black seemed to engulf her, and she knew that it was not only that of the darkness of the alley, but of her own consciousness, and promptly all emotion and thought faded. (A/N: yes she did faint, clap, clap)
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Ginny awoke abruptly, her once damp neck felt feverishly cold, but that was when it struck Ginny it was not only her neck, but the surrounding air. She was enclosed in a great darkness and the stench of rancid meat. She quickly closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, opening them for a second time she saw nothing different. The floor below her felt even colder then the air and constantly sent chills up her back. It felt oddly smooth, she figured it had to be a cement or concrete, but even as this registered in her brain she quickly brushed it out, this was not the time to be thinking about the architecture of the building she was not being held captive in.
She could see the faintest glimmer of light in a slit, under what looked to be a door. Feet were constantly moving past, she could hear the sound as it echoed down to her and she saw the light flicker. She must of been in some type of headquarters for it to be so...alive.
A shadow stopped right in front of the small bit of light Ginny could see, and soon followed an indignant voice, "Father this is..."
But was quickly cut off by a sharp voice that even startled Ginny, "Draco, do not disappoint me." She heard the echo of footsteps, but saw that the shadow standing in front of the doorway had not moved. Ginny heard a small squeak as the door was being pushed open, flooding the dungeon with a small glimmer of light, her breath had caught. She knew no good could come from a confrontation from Draco, and had only too good of an idea of where she was.
As soon as the door opened lanterns lit up in an instant, temporarily blinding Ginny as Draco made his way down the many stairs. She shuddered involuntarily as he neared her, now only feet away from where she sat sprawled, resting her upper body against the hard wall.