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Stand my Ground

It was quiet in the corridors when Snape made his way to the Headmaster office. After what has happened at the meeting half an hour ago, made him growl in frustration. His 'master' was good to him and didn't give any work that he needed to do, but noooo, that brat had to interfere. Now the worse thing has come. Snape hoped that Dumbledore will come up with something and fast.

He reached the entrance of the old man's office, mumbled 'Ice Mice' to the gargoyle which jumped aside and Snape entered. When he reached the door, voice could be head at the other side. He knocked; the voice of Albus approved and stepped inside.

"Ah, Severus. I'm glad you are ok." The old man said, sitting behind his desk. Snape growled silently and surveyed the room. Some of the Order Members are seated in one of the chairs, some of them standing around in the room. Molly Weasley was still crying in the arms of her husband, Arthur while the rest of the family minus Percy and Ron were looking miserable.

"So, how was it," Albus started. Snape stepped closer.

"Sherbet Lemon?"

"No." How can this old fool keep a happy face all the time and making jokes? Disgusting. "We have a problem, Albus and you're not gonna like it." Everyone in the room went quiet while Snape made his report. How Voldemort was angry on Malfoy, the mysterious person and the like until he told them about the parchment with all the names and addresses of the Order Members he had to give him.

Dumbledore went silence for awhile when Molly turned to Snape. "Have you seen my little girl?" Her eyes were bloodshot.

"No, I haven't seen nor hear her." Was all he said to her. Ms. Weasley went back to her sobbing.

"One other thing, Albus." Snape continued, the Headmaster looked up. "That brat knows I'm a spy."

"Of course you are, Severus."

"No you don't understand," he snarled, "He knows I'm a spy… for you." Everyone gasped. Dumbledore looked confused for a moment.

"Does Voldemort know?" he whispered. Everybody flinched, hearing the Dark Lord's name.

"I don't know. The only thing I know is that that person knows who I am. He somewhat gave me the hint when he stared into my eyes. I don't think that Who-Know-Who would have paid attention to that." Snape went mad. "I just hope so." Albus nodded in agreement and checked everyone in the room.

"Who is this person? Was it the same one you saw earlier?" the concerned voice of Remus Lupin said, looking at Snape who nodded.

"Well," the headmaster said, "Until we know more about this person we will act no further, for our own safety. About the task he gave you, Severus, I will find a way to deceive Voldemort (again some grasps) with something else, but I need some time." Snape nodded in annoyance

"Do what you want, Albus, but make it trustworthy because it is my ass that's gonna getkicked." With that Snape left the office like a bat that flies away from the light.

"But…" Molly started, "But what about my girl? Is there anything you can do to get her back, Albus? Please." She begged. Dumbledore sighed.

"I don't know, Molly. I'm doing everything in my power to find Ginny, but I do not know where she is. I ordered Alastor to start up a search party, and that is all I can do for now. I'm very sorry, only time will tell." Molly nodded between crying and not crying while Arthur looked him in the eye.

"Is there anything we can do, Albus?" He said with nods from the rest of the family. The Headmaster shook his head. It went quiet again. Until Lupin shifted in his seat.

"So, what do we do now?"

-

Ginny couldn't believe it, no, she refused to believe it. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has a son? Her heart pounded in her throat. She sat there like a statue, refusing to move. She wanted to run away from this place, away from him even if he is nice to her. But her body disobeyed her. Could this be the end? He just stood there, his eyes penetrating hers like an invisible force that kept her down. His eyes. My dream… She panicked.

...I Can See
When You Stay Low
Nothing Happens
Does It Feel Right?
Late At Night
Things I Thought I'd Put Behind Me
Haunt My Mind...

Her mind was lost but still her eyes were fixed on him. When she slowly rose from her seat and walked backwards, he stepped in and took her arm. Not by force but neither by kindness. He pulled her closer to him. Ginny didn't know what to do. Surely the man was stronger than her, but she didn't want to give in either. Slowly struggling she stepped up to him, casting her eyes down. His hand lifted her chin so he could meet her eyes. And before Ginny knew, he kissed her on the lips. Her eyes still open, confused.

...I Just Know There's No Escape Now
Once It Sets It's Eyes On You
But I Won't Run
Have To Stare It In The Eyes...

His left hand went to the back of her head while the other went down to her backside, so she couldn't escape. His lips left hers and went further down to her throat and neck. His kisses were soft and nice, but she stiffened under his embrace. Please don't. She begged, closing her eyes. It was like she couldn't do anything, but when he got up with her lips again it was harder. But he wasn't so bad; at least he wasn't hitting her. Her mind was racing until she gave up. Her body won, but not her soul and she kissed him back.

...Stand My Ground
I Won't Give In
No More Denying
I've Gotta Face It
Won't Close My Eyes And Hide The Truth Inside
If I Don't Make It, Someone Else Will
Stand My Ground...

His kisses became intensely, forcing her to open her mouth. She did and made contact, letting him inside. She was breathless, her hand were got up with his uncombed hair while he pulled her closer. Ginny broke away to breath. What I am doing? This isn't right. She wanted to push him away and almost succeeded. He took her arm again still his eyes were fixed on her. By pulling her back, he made his way to the other room where he first disappeared in.

...It's All Around
Getting Stronger, Coming Closer Into My World
I Can Feel That It's Time For Me To Face It
Can I Take It?
Though This Might Just Be The Ending
Of The Life I Held So Dear
But I Won't Run
There's No Turning Back From Here...

Again he was kissing her but in the meantime he was unzipping her dress from behind which fell on the floor a minute after. Ginny didn't protest, she wanted to do this but at the same time she was scared. Still struggling, he kissed her jaw, putting her on the bed and took his shirt off. After he was undressed and on top of her, to his surprise she kissed him back. Night smirked, caressing her breasts and went further down. She grasped when he positioned himself between her legs. When he entered her, she cried out of pain but was blocked away with a kiss.

...Stand My Ground
I Won't Give In
No More Denying
I've Gotta Face It
Won't Close My Eyes And Hide The Truth Inside
If I Don't Make It, Someone Else Will
Stand My Ground...

She did enjoy it, her body did anyway. But her mind was screaming. She closed her eyes and buried her face in his chest, tears were rolling down her cheek. Panting for air he fell on top of her when he was finished. They both were breathing hard, none of them were moving but he still was caressing her face. Ginny was holding him like her life depended on it, she didn't know why. But soon the sleep got her and her eyes were closing bit by bit. The only thing she fell was that he moved away from her and said sweet dreams.

All I Know For Sure Is That I'm Trying
I Will Always Stand My Ground...

-

Ginny woke up, stretching her body and looked around. Nuitari was gone, because the place beside her was empty and when she put her hand on the spot were he laid, it felt cold. She never had felt this way. She has of course kissed many boys before, but never like he did last night. But now she felt guild because he made love to her without her permission. She stepped out, wrapping her arms around her body, searching her dress and put it on. The room was dark, so she didn't know what time it was and when she opened the window; a cold breeze hit her face and the sky was dark. Moving fast she closed the window and hurried over to the door.

She opened the door a little and looked around. No moving or whatsoever. She stepped out of the bedroom, looked around when she saw him at the table reading the Daily Prophet. When she came closer, he looked up and their eyes met. Damn those eyes! Ginny looked down, moved on and sat down on the chair. Let he look at me, I don't care! Just ignore him, Ginny.

"Do you think you can do that?"

"What?" she looked up at him.

"Ignore me?" she stared at him in chock. How could…? More and more surprises were coming her way. She knew now who he is, but who is he really? Why did she never ever heard about him?

"Don't think out loud, someone might hear." Night said; his voice as cold as ice. Ginny didn't buy it.

"Why?" she said nonchalant, taking a sandwich from her plate.

"Because I said so." He replied coolly. "Or things might happen."

"Like what?" she kept on questioning, biting in her food. And there was it when she went wrong. Nuitari put his papers away, stood up, grasp her throat and bumped her head against the back of the chair.

"Don't ever question me again. Understood?" His eyes were glowing crimson when she nodded. He let her go and took his seat back. Ginny rubbed the sore spot and continued eating.

"I'm sorry. It's just… I don't know where I am or what's gonna happen to me because nobody ever tells me anything. And you are just like everybody else. Snatching me away, use me for your own games and then telling me to sit back and be quiet!" she yelled. "I won't have it!"

She sighed and to her surprise he laughed. And this made her even more confused. He was laughing, not the kind of laughter his father has but like someone had heard a joke. She stared at him in disbelieve while his eyes was fixed on her.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because of you, Ginny." He said still giggling. She shrugged and turned back to her plate.Weirdo.

"Do what you want." She whispered. They ate in silence. The food was good and in the meantime she was again looking around. What she didn't saw was that there was another entrance next to the bathroom. When see looked closely, she saw stairs. I wonder were that's leading too? When she was finished, the plate disappeared like it does in Hogwarts and she sat back. Then she gathered all her Gryffindor courage to speak to him.

"May I ask you something, sir?" she said a bit melodramatic.

"Night."

"Pardon?"

"The name is Night or Nuitari, not sir."

"Ok." Ok he's opening up. Take it easy, Ginny. Don't push him. "May I ask you something, Night?"

"Sure." His voice was still the same. Cold and monotone. He was sitting back in his chair, this time not looking at her. Ginny swallowed.

"Where am I?" It was an innocent question and hopefully for her he would answer. She was crossing her fingers in her mind.

"In a big dark castle." he joked which wasn't funny. Ginny narrowed her eyes saying that this wasn't amusing at all. Nuitari smiled. "But you are in my big dark castle." He turned back to her.

"Yours?... Sorry." Ginny apologized, just forgot not to question him.

"Yes, mine. I was born in this castle and that's all you need to know." Ginny want to protest, but Night held up his hand. "If you value your life, Ginny, you're better stay in these quarters because I told him not the set any foot in the West Wing. That's one rule he's gonna live up to."

Ginny knew he was talking about Voldemort, his father. But it was strange. Will Voldemort obey his son and not break this rule? She shook her head and nodded in agreement that she will stay in these quarters. But still she was a bit scared, what if the Dark Lord suddenly shows up on her doorstep?

"You will… will not take me to him, are you?" She whispered. Night arched an eyebrow and shook his head.

"No." He stood up, bowed over and kissed her. Ginny didn't kiss back, still not used to it. Nuitari walked away took his hooded cape and put it on, covering his head in the darkness. She looked at him. Now she started to get frightened. She stood up, ran to him and grasped his arm.

"Please, don't leave me." A tear rolled down her cheek. Night wiped it away with his finger. Then something occurred to him. This girl was really afraid. Even at the age of fifteen, she looked like a lost little girl. Something about her made him remember about his past. The past which he had locked away. But he shook thoughts aside and pulled himself away from her.

"These stairs will lead you to my library. Feel free to walk around, but never leave this place." He narrowed his eyes and left, leaving her behind and locked the door. And once again she was alone.

-

Nuitari walked down the corridor, ignoring most of the stares from the Death-Eater when he passed them. Most of them don't know that he is the son of their Master or don't even know his name. Night gave them cold stares when they are looking too long at him. When he walked up the main stairs and turned left, entered a dark passageway. The torches on both side of the wall lit up and the darkness fled away.

But when he came at the end of the corridor, a ghostly figure was looking up at him. Nuitari came to a stop and watched in surprise while the figure did the same. Actually the figure looked more confused than surprised. Night looked at him; he had jet-black hair, emerald green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. Luckily for him, this person could not recognize him. Nuitari eyes glowed and waved his hand towards the boy.

"Begone thee!" The darkness obeyed his command and swallowed up the young boy until he was gone. Night knew who this person was, but he never has seen him before only heard of him or seen him in the Daily Prophet. He continued his pace until he stood before a massive door which was decorated with snakes. He didn't bother opening the door but used the shadows as portal where he stepped through and ended on the other side.

This room was darker than his, but it had the same color on the furniture and the same dark ebony desk. The curtains were closed and the only source of light came from the hearth. Nuitari pulled his hood back and scanned around for the person he was looking for. Voldemort was sitting in one of the armchairs which was positioned a few feet away from the hearth. His eyes were closed, but looks could be deceiving.

Soon as Night took his seat in the armchair opposite his father, Voldemort opened his eyes and muttered somewhere between the lines of 'bloody Potter'. When he noticed that Nuitari was staring at him, he straitened his posture.

"What do you want?" he snarled to his son.

"I don't want anything. There's nothing you could give me anyway." Night replied coolly.

Voldemort laughed. "You're never stop amazing me, Nathan."

"Don't call me that." He hissed. They kept a staring contest, but neither of them won when Nagini, Voldemort's pet snake, made herself known. She came besides Nuitari's chair, sniffed the air and curled up at Voldemort's feet.

"There's a girl by his present." The snake let her master known. The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes at him.

"That's none of your business." Night said, "So, don't give me that look."

Silence.

"What are you going to do when you receive that piece of parchment; the one Snape is responsible for?" Nuitari asked him composedly.

"Why? Are you interested?" Voldemort mocked, smirking. Nuitari stood up and walked towards the hearth, warming his hands. "You're so like your mother, Night. The same temper."

"Don't speak of her."

"Why not? Every time I see you, I see her." He hissed quietly, patting the head of his snake.

"If you hadn't left that day, she would be still alive. But no, power was more important than your own family." Night growled, caressing his scar between his eyes.

"That means nothing to me."

"But it did for her… and for me!"

"Enough! I don't want to talk about that! Understood!" he bellowed, jumping out of his chair and walked to his desk. "Don't let me do things, I don't like, Nathan!"

"Fine, but don't come crawling to me when you fail. And don't forget who you talking too. You were the one who needed to hide, not me, so show some respect." He warned him, eyes glowing. Voldemort looked up, smirking at him.

"And there's something you remind me of myself when I was young. You would made a fine leader in the future, maybe today if you like." He chuckled. Night snorted.

"I rather am the God of Death than a psychopath who commits mass murder." Nuitari scorned. Voldemort arched an eyebrow. "But a dark future seems the most appropriate."

"Do what you want." He scowled, sat behind his desk and start writing. "And if you don't mind, I'm planning a war here. So, leave." He didn't look up again. Nuitari sighed and shook his head. He walked away from the hearth and made his way to the door, but before he left, he turned around and faced his father.

"By the way, your friend Potter was spying on you. Good day." With that he left, leaving a very confused Dark Lord behind. Until Nuitari heard him scream out of irritation, when he turned around the corner.

-

Now people are getting interested his those two's pasts, right? But don't give up hope; you'll get them later in the story. I'm trying to make Voldemort a bit civil in my story; he's not just the evil person but he was once human too, right? The song that I put in the story was suitable for that particular moment; I hope it wasn't too far for being a PG-fic. But I hope you all have liked it and I'm trying my best for my spelling and grammar mistakes, but if somebody would liked be my BETA let me know by e-mail. I would appreciate it.

Next chapter (I'll give you some hints): Ginny finds a (familiar) prophesy in the library…

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