Chapter 11- David

Harry stared at this man who had just entered the room, not even bothering to step away from Ginny. He was furious. This man had taken her, and the way he was looking at her… he could sense that naughty thoughts running through his brain as this man's eyes traveled over Ginny. His Ginny. No, she used to be his Ginny…

"What do you want with her?"

The man smiled.

"I think you know Potter, because what I want with her… It's the same thing that you want with her."

The man pulled out his wand, and before Harry or Ginny could react, she was moving towards him. Ginny's first thought was that she was under the Imperius curse, but then she remembered that those acting under the Imperius curse were unaware of what they were doing… in the beginning at least.

"You see Potter. I've been planning this for months, searching the country for a suitable young woman… I came across Ginny before I even knew that she was connected with you, and I must say that I was pleased when I found out."

Harry's eyes moved over this man, his hair was blonde, his eyes were blue, and there was no denying that he was attractive. Harry's fury was mounting as he watched him grab Ginny's arm when she was level with him, but he couldn't seem to move. He was afraid that any sudden movement would put Ginny into more danger.

"Who are you? And what sorts of plans are you talking about?"

The man smirked.

"My name is David, and as for my plans… do you honestly think I'm going to tell you? Don't you think that it would be better… if I showed you?"

To both Harry and Ginny's horror, David leaned down and kissed her. Harry's blood was boiling, as David did not pull away after a few seconds. Harry raised his wand, but David shifted, placing Ginny in front of him. Harry swore silently. There was no way he could hex this guy… not without hurting Ginny as well.

Finally, David pulled away from her, forcing her onto the bed. Ropes shot out, binding her there and she let out a cry of pain as they tightened around her wrists.

"Let her go."

Harry's voice was hard, it was a command, and it only made David smile even more.

"I don't think so. You see, there is a ritual that will take place tonight, and it has to take place tonight. The Ritual will make me immortal, stronger than the Dark Lord himself… and sweet little Ginny is going be one of the stars. You see, I require a virgin... one who's pureblood at that. Of course, the fact that Ginny is simply gorgeous is what ultimately helped me in choosing her."

Ginny's voice rang out from on the bed.

"How do you know that I'm still a virgin?"

David turned to her, smirking.

"There is a charm that is used. One of my followers went into St. Mungo's one day and did it. I've been watching you since. I must say, when Potter came along I was afraid that he would ruin everything… but he is so /noble/ that he continued to push you away… fighting the urge to do the one thing that would have made you safe…"

Harry stared, he couldn't believe this. This was completely crazy.

"What does this Ritual involve, exactly?"

It was Ginny who was speaking, fear evident in her voice.

"Well, I will have to take your innocence my dear… and you will get the honor of fathering my child. Of course, you will have to willingly give yourself to me for it to work."

Harry's blood was boiling again, and he was about to speak, but Ginny beat him to it.

"Well it won't work then, because I will /never/ give myself to you!"

David smirked.

"Of course you will. See that potion over there? Can you guess what's in it?"

This time it was Harry who answered.

"Amortentia."

David smiled.

"Exactly. Now, Mr. Potter, I think it's time for our little chat to end. I have business to take care of…"

He reached for his wand, only to find that it was gone. His eyes moved to Harry.

"What did you do?"

Harry was bewildered, and it showed. He hadn't done anything.

"Oh David… I believe that you're looking for this?"

Ginny's wrist was still bound to the bed, but that did not stop her from holding David's wand in her hand.

David moved toward her.

"How did you get ahold of it? Your wand is in the drawer in the bedside table!"

Ginny smirked as Harry inched toward said table.

"Well, over the years I've become quite accomplished at wandless magic…"

As she said it, the ropes binding her came undone.

"You see, I could have escaped a long time ago, but I was curious as to who had ordered my capture. My suggestion is that the next time you choose a girl to take part in your sick plan, choose one who's not very smart."

Harry had spent the last few minutes with his wand pointed at David, prepared to say those two fatal words, but found he couldn't do it, not again.

"Stupefy!"

David fell to the floor, and Harry threw Ginny her wand.

"Wandless magic?"

Ginny smirked.

"I had to come up with something. By the way, quick thinking, untying the ropes like that."

Harry nodded. He could see the sadness in her eyes, he could see the tears that were hidden by her cheerful demeanor, and he could see that he eyes were still hollow and cold. He wanted to bring that light, that sparkle back, but he wasn't entirely sure how, and now was not the time, nor the place.

"Come on Gin. Let's go."

He took her hand, threw the cloak over them, and walked out of the room. He stunned anyone who got in the way, and once they were outside he pulled the cloak off, looking at her.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, biting her lip.

"I'm fine. Let's go."

He leaned in to kiss her again, but she jerked away. With a defeated sigh, he led her away from the house to a point where they could Disapparate, wondering if their relationship was broken beyond repair.