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When Ginny woke up, she was not in the hallway, or her prison. She was being roughly shaken by Bellatrix Lestrange, who wore a cunning smile on her evil lips. Bellatrix laughed.
"So, you've woken up. We have precious little time to prepare you, and He will be coming soon, so get up!" Ginny blinked and sat up. She was in a room with old fashioned sofas in a corner, and a tall four-poster bed with navy blue silk curtains that were swept aside. A large oak armoire stood nearby. It would have been a beautiful room, with tapestries and a large window, had she been there under better circumstances.
"Prepare for what?" Ginny asked coldly. She had a suspicion, though, considering how Bellatrix had said "he", with a mixture of fear and respect. Her blood ran cold. They were going to take her to Lord Voldemort. But Ginny knew that she must somehow serve a purpose, or they would have just killed her in her room.
"You are to be taken to the Dark Lord, and he will speak to you, to bend your will, to ahhhh, 'convince' you if need be." Ginny had guessed the truth.
"Convince me of what?"
"You will see." Bellatrix smirked and pulled Ginny to her feet. "Here," she continued, thrusting a white lacy gown into Ginny's hands. "Put it on. I will turn away while you change. Be warned that this room is protected by ancient spells, and you cannot Apparate or Disapparate in here. It's useless to try."
Hastily Ginny put on the gown. It was alright, Ginny thought, with flowing sleeves and a fitted bodice, and a long, sweeping skirt that flowed into a long train; while in the front it opened upon more lace.
"Good, now come on! The Dark Lord does not like to be kept waiting." Bellatrix seized Ginny and pulled her into the hall, the same hall where Ginny was captured. It still bore the signs of violence, with smashed pottery on the ground, and the rug soiled and ripped. Bellatrix pulled Ginny to the other end of the hall, through a pair of wide oak doors, and onto a curving staircase. At the top of the stairs Ginny was ushered into a large room, but dimly lit, with only a fire burning in the hearth.
"Sit down," a high, cold voice drawled. a figure was sitting to the side of the fire, and was motioning to the chair across from him. Ginny froze. She was about to speak to Lord Voldemort! A hand suddenly pushed her into the chair, so Ginny ws face to face with the man who had once posessed her...
"I see you have grown since our last encounter," Voldemort smirked, as though reading her mind. "But enough of the flattery. I have come here at a great risk, and will not waste time. You are a Weasley, a blood traitor. However, I will give you a chance. Not your family, just you. To save your blood traitor self, you will marry Draco malfoy, a pure-blood with excellent heritage. This will also heighten my power, with another pure-blood in my service. Should you refuse, you will not die, you will simply watch each person you love be tortured to insanity, courtesy of Bellatrix Lestrange. Once that deed is done, you will live here anyways, and never leave. Marry Draco, and your loved ones live." Voldemort finished, surveying Ginny. "And one more thing. You will tell your family that you married him of your own free will, and that you must say goodbye to them. What is your choice?"
Ginny gulped. She was trapped. She had to marry Draco. If not, she would live the rest of her life trapped behind walls and wallowing in guilt. Voldemort leisurely raised his wand, as though preparing to summon her family here.
"I, I...will wed Draco.." Ginny stammered. Voldemort lowered his wand.
"Excellent. Bella, fetch our young groom." He smiled. "You will live in that elegant chamber, next to the hallway you smshed. You are free to roam around the manor and courtyard, and write letters, but cannot tell why you married Draco, or anything envolving that. Be warned that you cannot escape, and should you manage, one of your loved ones will be tortured to insanity every hour until you return. Now... Bella, would you make the unbreakable vow for this young couple? That will be the ceremony. "
"of course, my Lord," Bellatrix bowed. "Draco, come over here. Grasp hands with Miss Weasley, and we will begin." Reluctantly the two grasped hands. "Now, do you promise to stay wed to each other, through life and death, forever faithful to each other?"
"I promise," Draco said, looking rather bored.
"Miss Weasley?" Bellatrix prompted.
"I...I promise."
"Good. The vow is now complete and you are joined forever. Mrs. Malfoy, you may return to your room," Bellatrix completed the vow and sent Ginny to her chamber. Numbly Ginny fell on her bed after changing into a nigtgown, her mind reeling. She had sacrificed her freedom for those she loved. Not only that, but what Bellatrix had called her...Mrs. Malfoy.