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The Knights of Walpurgis

She landed hard on her rear, feeling a bit dizzy. She never did Apparated before, not even in a company with someone else. The place was dark and wet. The man, who was responsible for getting her here, lit the room with his wand. Ginny, still not used to the light, blinked several times until she saw that she was sitting in a large empty room. It was at this moment that it hit her. Where am I? Oh God, I've been kidnapped! She tried to get up and to run away, when the man took her arm and dragged her behind him.

"Oh no, you don't!" they left the room and went through a passageway. Still feeling drowsy, Ginny didn't pay much attention to her surroundings. They went up, then down again, turning left then right, another set of stairs, up, turning left and found their destination. He opened a big oak door which cracked of old age, and stepped in side dragging her along. Ginny thwarted against his strength, but with no luck. The Death-Eater pushed her inside and throws her against the wall, when suddenly his left arm twitched with pain.

"Shit! God damned, that hurts." He looked at her with hungry eyes, caressed her cheek, "Don't run away. I'll come back to finish what we started." And kissed her. After he turned around and left the room hastily, closing the door with locking charms, Ginny looked terrified. He's going to rape me. Oh God, if you hear me, please don't let this happen. She fell to her knees, searching support by the wall and started to cry. Her mind was racing, her whole body started to shake, not from the cold but out of fear. So, she began to whistle, but it turned out to be a song to keep her calm.

Dancing bears
Painted wings
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
once upon a December

In the meantime, while she was singing, here mind went back to her friends. People she might not see again. Her brother Ron, Hermione and of course Harry which she still has a crush on. She was grateful that he rescued her life five years ago from Riddle, but could he do it again? Impossible. I'm wondering what they are doing now?

Someone holds me safe and warm,
horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully,
across my memory,

She missed her family, especially her mother. A single tear rolled of her cheek and ended up in her mouth wake. She was cold and rapped her arms around her to keep her warm. That was something she didn't need to do when her mother was around. Mother instinct she called that. And her father? Well, she was daddy little girl and will always be that way.

Far away, long ago
things I yearn to remember
and a song someone sings
Once upon a December

She was scanning the room. It was a dark, wet place with here and there some straw, pushed into the corners. The large door was locked and compared with the door, a small window which she couldn't reach. But when she stood at a particular place she could see the beautiful full moon which gave her the courage not to give up. Not yet.

And a song someone sings
Once upon a December…

Her song ended and she fell asleep, peacefully. Not knowing what's going to happen the next morning and not knowing that she wasn't the only one who heard her song. A black dressed figure leaned against one of the pillars, not so far away from her cell. When her song ended, he made his way back to the north wing of the dark castle.

-

The circle was complete. Most of the Death-Eater which stayed prison in Azkaban has joined the Dark Side yet again. The lower ranks Death-Eater stayed out of the circle and were gathered around in the dark room. The same room which Snape visited earlier. Everyone was wearing their mask and kept their mouth shut. Voldemort didn't look pleased at all. He was just sitting their in his chair, scanning everyone in the hall. Narrowing his eyes here and then, until a dark hooded figure came standing next to him. Voldemort ignored him, keeping his eyes on the Death-Eater.

Snape, at the other hand, knew perfectly well who this other man was. It was the same person who helped the Dark Lord at Azkaban, because this man was wearing the same attire. But what he didn't know is who the hell this man was. He has discussed this with the other Order members and they told him to be careful of him so long they don't have any information about him.

Voldemort shifted in his seat. "Malfoy!" he barked, one of the Death-Eaters stepped forwards and bowed while kissing the end of the Lord's garments. "Can you, please explain me what happened this night?" His voice was full of treating hate and dissatisfaction.

"We followed the plan as you ordered, My Lord."

"I see, then what?"

"Well, everything went according to the plan, sir. But Aurors…"

"Aurors! Continue."

Malfoy gulped heavily. "When they came, we retreated, My Lord."

Silence.

"Do you know what is lacking in your story, Malfoy?" Voldemort asked him. His voice so low that it is almost a whisper which reached up to your spine. Malfoy shook his head, very slowly. The Dark Lord arched an eyebrow which he didn't have. (A/N: I want to make an expression on his face but as he has a snake like face, I don't really know. Get the picture…)

"The great Lucius Malfoy doesn't have a clue? Well, let's asked somebody else shall we?" He threw his arm in the air, like announcing a big show. The figure, next to him, made a soft sound; he was giggling. Voldemort stood up and walked around the circle.

"I was wondering if somebody got the nerve to tell me what you imbeciles did wrong or maybe… forgot to do." He was eyeing everyone in his Inner Circle. "Nobody?" Somebody moved out of the Circle and bowed before his Master.

"We shouldn't have withdrawed, My Lord." The voice came from Avery.

"Very good, Avery. I should have made you the head of this mission which went wrong instead of that mindless twit." He indicated Malfoy who was standing a few feet away.

"And we should have fought against them even if we were out numbered, sir." Avery said.

"Yes, you should have indeed." Voldemort took a few steps closer to the kneeling person.

"And because you said it so well, you may have the honour of punishing Malfoy. I don't want to waste my magic on this low life, because I might kill him and I still need him. Don't we, Malfoy?" Voldemort turned around, watching him.

"Yes, My Lord." Came the voice of Lucius.

"Well then, shall we." He gestured Avery to do his job. Avery took out his want and pointed it to Malfoy who screamed when the Cruciatus Curse hit him. Above the screams, Voldemort faced his Death-Eater again.

"I hope this is graved in your memory, because I don't tolerate mistakes! The next mistake that will take place in the future will be paid with somebody's life. And I'm very picky." He hissed, walking back to his chair and sat down. The screams have ended and Avery took his spot back in the Circle. Malfoy was shaking when he stood up. He slowly walked to his place in the Circle, breathing hard. When the silence has returned, Voldemort called Snape.

"Yes, My Lord." Snape bowed.

"What is that fool of a Dumbledore doing right now?" He almost spat the words out of his mouth.

"They are grieving, concerning the lost of the children, sir. Besides that, there's nothing."

"Mmmm, interesting. Very good. You may go Severus, there's nothing I have in mind right now." Voldemort sat back in his chair, but when Snape want to return to the Circle, a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"There's one thing he can do." Everyone in the room looked up. Surprising but at the same time also frightened. The dark figure has spoken and Voldemort eyed him. Snape was really surprised. He had a young voice, but behind these words Snape fell power, even more powerful as the Dark Lord himself. Who is he? And why is he standing right next to the bastard anyway? There were many more questions, not from Snape himself but from the others as well.

"And that is?" Voldemort asked the person next to him. The man in black took a step forwards eyeing Snape who couldn't see his eyes.

"He's a spy. So, let him do some infiltration work." He said coldly. Voldemort looked deep in notion until a smirk appeared on his snakelike face.

"You are so right." He said to the person, turning his attention back to Snape. "Indeed you are, Snape. Then I do have a job for you."

Snape heart sank in his stomach. Just what I need right now. He looked back at the young man next to his Master. You impossible know-at-all brat.

Watch your tongue, worm.

Where did that come from? Snape stiffed silently and looked back up at the man. Did he just saw his eyes glowing? Snape blinked. It was gone. I really have it this time. I go nutters!

"Severus, I want that you write down all the names and addresses from all Order members. And don't you dare to forget anyone, do you hear!" Voldemort shouted. Snape only nodded in agreement.

"Good, then this meeting is adjourned. Now, piss off all of you!" Voldemort bellowed. Nobody thought twice and made their way out of the room, out of this castle. The Dark Lord went back to his own little world while the young man made his way to the exit.

"And where do you think your going?" Voldemort asked, his eyes were closed. The man kept on walking, never bother to stop.

"None of your business." He said and left. The Dark Lord could only smile.

-

Ginny woke up by howl of a wolf. She was a bit disorientated until her memory came back. Her stomach growled telling her to eat, but ignored it. She sat back up, hugging her knees. She knows she couldn't escape, the door is charmed and only that hideous man could open it. She shivered thinking about that man until she heard foot steps echo in the corridor. Ginny sprung up using the rest of her energy and prepared herself for the worse.

The voice at the other side of the door chanted a dispel and opened it. Again the door opened with a cracking sound, revealing the same man who put her here in the first place. She could feel his eyes scanning her from top to bottom. The man walked up to her, grasped her again and threw her on the floor. She was trying to push him of her while he was kissing her. He stripped her violently, still she tried to keep her clothes on but he hit her several times in her face.

"Shouldn't you be on you watch?" An icy voice came from the doorframe. The man stopped absurdly in his tracks and turned around. The black dressed person who was earlier at the meeting was staring at him with disgust.

"Y…ye yes, sir." He immediately left the room without hesitation. Ginny who watched the scene in stillness, wiped her tears away. The unknown person was scanning her. She was almost half naked, however her clothes were tore or thrown away. He took one step into the room when she automatically backed off.

"Follow me." He said impassive. Ginny didn't move, she was too scared and her body ached. Minutes ticked away.

"Do you wanna stay here? In this freezing room?" he swaid with his arms to make her understand. The girl shook her head, stood up little by little and walked towards him. He passed the corridor, she followed closely behind him. Ginny was tired but he didn't wait for her or paid notice. Again she couldn't find her way through this maze. She hasn't seen so many staircases in her life. Not even at Hogwarts. There big ones, but also some smaller staircases. It truly was a labyrinth in this castle.

After some walking to the other side of the massive building, he stopped and waited for her who trailed right behind him. No words were exchanged. The man opened the door and gestured her to get in. The first thing she saw was green. But the room just screamed comfort and Ginny wasn't sure what to do. She turned around, looking at him.

"Get in." he said stonily. She did what she has been told and walked in. He closed the door behind them and took her by the shoulders, leading her to the couch and disappeared in the other room which was leading to the bedroom. Ginny looked around in awe. The entire place was rich. A lot different than where she has been. Above the hearth, which had been decorated with all kinds of magical creatures and where the fire illuminated their eyes, hung a beautiful painting of an angel with black wings. Before the hearth was a desk also decorated with animals she couldn't define.

Even the couch was soft and has been made out of dark green velvet. She caressed the surface until she heard footsteps retuning to the main room. When she looked up, she didn't saw the black dressed man but a young man in black attire. But the thing that took her breath away was his eyes. But not only his eyes, the entire face was angelic like. She blinked and looked again. Slight crimson eyes, actually more lavender. Black short messy hair and what her most astounded was a diagonal scar between his eyes. He wasn't tall only, but was well built for a man of, she think, seventeen.

He saw her starring at him until she blushed and looked away. The young man smirked and stepped up to her.

"Stand up." He ordered her and she obeyed. He watched her until he placed his hands on both side of her face. He could read fear in her brown eyes and saw that see was bruised on several places. "Close your eyes." She doesn't know what he's going to do with her, but what could get worse? He saw her doing what she was asked, he put his both hands over her face muttered something under his breath and a golden glow covered her face. When he looked at her again, all the bruises were gone and her face was perfectly fine again.

He stepped away again and directed her to another door opposite his bedroom at the other side of the main room. "Over there is the bathroom. You can use it, if you like." She nodded and made her way to the door and stepped in. The bathroom was also luxurious; the grand bathtub was like a small swimming pool where almost five people could get in. The same goes for the shower; it was so big that almost tree people fit in. The place was painted with pastel colours giving you a calm spirit. She took off her remaining clothes and stepped into the shower. The warm water calmed her down. When she was finished, Ginny took a towel from the stack and dried her hair and body. When she looked into the mirror, she was chocked.

She knew that the man hit her and that she was bruised all over. But it was all gone. Nothing was left, not even a scar. Wow, did he do that? But he didn't even use a wand. She caressed her smooth skin and wanted to put her clothes on but there were gone. Instead there was a dark green dress on the chair. Even some proper underwear. She put it on and looked herself in the mirror. It was a medieval green dress which some silver velvet.

Ginny stepped out of the bathroom not sure what to do. The man was sitting in one of the armchairs watching her. She blushed and automatically sat back down on the sofa. He didn't say anything. She got a bit suffocated until her stomach growled. He arched an eyebrow and snapped with his finger. Not a minute later, a small house elf was standing next to him.

"Master want something," the tiny house elf peeped.

"Yes, Melloc, bring some dinner for the lady and something to drink."

"Yes, Master." Melloc answered and disappeared with a 'pop'. Ten minutes later, the table was set with all flavour the kitchen could make. Ginny was pleased and started to eat, totally ignoring the man who was starring at her. When she was full she sat back. He was still starring at her like a statue; she had almost the urge to touch him to see if he was still alive.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Euh… Ginny. Ginny Weasley. And thank you." He only nodded back at her. He stood up.

"Nathan Nuitari Riddle." Her eyes jumped open in bewilderment. Riddle? Oh my God!

"But," he continued, "As my guest, you can call me Night."

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Oef, that was fun to write. I hope you enjoyed it like I did. Is so excited, isn't it.

Shout-outs:

Spaceyksee: thanks for the review and I'm glad you liked it.

TBC…