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Ginny woke up to a bad-smelling cloth in her mouth acting as a gag. Her arms and legs were bruised and were restrained. She had a head-splitting headache and one eye was swollen shut. There was a tear along her pants, exposing more skin than Ginny would have liked. Ginny turned her head. She was in a dank, musty cell.
The ginger witch tried to scream, but found that the gag prevented it. Tears streamed down her face. Finally, Ginny spat the gag out and screamed. At once, three men in dark cloaks came running into the room. One was short and had his wand out, the other looked excited and was huge and beefy, reminding Ginny of a bartender though Ginny could not place where she had seen one (the events of last night were gone from Ginny's mind - forgotten in her drunken state). The last one, was him. He quickly placed a silencing charm on her. The man nodded to the others and looked at Ginny's tear stained face before leaving the room. The large one grinned at her stupidly as though her was a child expecting a treat.
"Crucio!" The shorter one screamed. Ginny would have screamed if she could have. Millions of needles poked her skin, she was being burned alive. She was in a freezer, trapped in the cold. Knives were chopping her limbs off. Unbearable pain. He lifted the curse and Ginny was left there, panting and crying. The ginger witch cried out, the silencing charm gone.
"You do not deserve our mercy, blood traitor." The Death Eater spat nastily before crucioing her again. Ginny sobbed, wishing for them to kill her. Wishing for death. She did not care about James. Just kill her. She screamed again and arched her back.
"Enough!" The beefy man boomed at the younger man. Ginny hoped for a minute that he would have him stop this torture, but he grinned nastily at her. "Crucio." This torture went on for hours, Ginny screaming and crying out, and they switched turns.
Hours later, Ginny collapsed into the table for a brief break. The ginger witch didn't know how much longer she could take this.
Harry wandered into the bar, and cast a silencing charm around the sleeping James and himself. The bar was had a barbaric air about it and even though it was a Muggle bar, wizards and witches frequently cast magic under their breath and if you knew the right bartender, you could get a butterbeer or even firewhiskey. Harry knew this because he went to this bar so often after Ginny left. He figured that after their fight, she might come here.
"Ay! 'E look like 'er, don' 'e?!" A beefy man at the bar roared, pointing to James.
"Yeah, er… do you know where she went?" Harry dodged another man's arm as he made his way to the man who had just shouted and lifted the silencing charm around himself, but not James.
"Wen' home with tha' one, eh?" The man asked him broadly. Harry had no idea what he meant. "M' name is Tom." Harry grimaced as the man took a slurping gulp out of his drink.
"Harry. Pleasure. Who - what?" Harry began cautiously.
" 'Ictor. 'E takes all 'em ladies 'ome." Harry paled. Had Ginny gotten drunk and left with this "Victor" guy? Suddenly, the fumes from the bar became too overwhelming. Harry ran outside, panting. The fresh air helped clear his head. And he noticed the blood.
It was on the entrance of the alley. Against the maroon of the bricks, you would not notice it if the pale moon was not shining its light on it. Harry suddenly recalled a Victor Hughson. He was at the Ministry one day, Harry could not remember why. But he had done something bad. Like - bad bad.
Harry called "Kreacher" softly - James was already whimpering from the bar. Harry rocked him as Kreacher apparated.
"Master." Kreacher bowed his head. He was dressed in a thin sheet with a black tie. He had fragile slippers around his bony feet. But he was happy and healthy.
"Kreacher, find Ginny." Harry said bluntly, before Apparating back to his flat. He knew he would not be able to sleep. All of the sudden, James cried out. Harry had forgotten about the no-Apparation rule. He feverishly flipped through the pamphlet the Healer had given them.
If Apparation occurs, victim might experience mild headaches, earaches, stomachaches, or inability to sleep.
Harry groaned. It was going to be a long night. Harry quickly made some hot chocolate and tossed in the evergreen potion that the Healer had supplied them with. He also tossed in a sleeping potion for good measure. Harry handed a crying James the cup, but James knocked it aside. The hot chocolate and potions seeped into the carpet, leaving a brown stain. Harry quickly moved it back into the cup. Gently pouring it down James throat, Harry sighed. James screamed and cried for minutes after until finally, he fell asleep, and at that moment, Kreacher apparated back.
"M-master - she, she…" Kreacher panted, his wide eyes huge with horror.
"Take me to her." Kreacher grabbed his arm. They apparated, leaving James snoring slightly on the couch, unaware of the tension around him. They apparated outside of a large, yellow rundown building. A peeling sign read "Sunshine Mental Asylum". No matter how Muggle or rundown this place seemed, it had a magical air about it. The asylum practically shivered. Harry clutched his cloak tighter around him and dismissed Kreacher to watch James. Harry took a step forward and was immediately thrown backward by a force field wall. Harry stuck his wand arm out to the force field and what usually should have worked, did not.
"Dark magic." Harry murmured nervously. He strode around the hospital, sometimes catching sudden shivers or winks of the force field as he walked. As he was was about to give up, he saw it. It was a little dimmer and muffled noises could be heard. A chink in the armor. The force field it seemed… was not complete.
Harry ran towards the forcefield and rolled under just in time. The force field was closing in on the little area of vulnerability. Harry gasped a sigh of relief. That's when he heard it. The scream. Ginny's scream. Harry lunged forward, taking chilling gasps of air that seemed to refresh him to go forward a little more each step. Soon the jet haired wizard was at the asylum's entrance. He took a collective deep breath. How could he get around? How? There was probably more Dark magic inside and-
A scream. Harry didn't care anymore, he just needed to get to Ginny. Harry shot a exploding spell at the doors, knocking out two guards standing right behind it. Harry sprinted inside, following Ginny's scream.
"I am coming Ginny." Harry vowed, stunning another guard.
Ginny's body was no longer hers. Yet again she was forced to hold herself under a bucket of water until she blacked out. They never truly allowed the luxury of death. Death welcomed her, but each time she tried to join it, they pulled her back. Ginny tried screaming, but it was pointless because no one was listening to her anymore. In fact, the Death Eaters or whoever they were, seemed to be getting a little bored with the torture. So they had started Imperio an hour ago. First it was just stupid things, like dancing for them, but they became more and more dangerous as they went on. For instance, finding different ways to make her scream like sending knives to her arms, legs, anywhere actually. In fact, what she did not know, was that they were counting her screams and black-outs, seeing who could get more with their thirty minutes or so. The water engulfed her as Ginny stuck her head underwater. Yet no matter how hard she tried… she just had to accept that this body was not hers. Ginny wanted to ditch it for its betrayal. Scrap that. Her thoughts were getting fuzzier and fuzzier because of the lack of oxygen. She just wanted a rich breathful of air. Her lungs burned and tears threatened to push out of her eyes. Finally, the blacks spots at the edge of her vision arrived. Ginny helplessly let them consume her, hoping that they would take her with them forever. The help had been knocked out of her. Nearing black out, she heard muffled voices, but barely acknowledged them. Yet again, Death was not given to her as warm, strong hands lifted her out of the water. Water gurgled in her throat. She did not spit it out. Closing her eyes, she felt the man (?) do CPR, a Muggle healing technique. The water left her. The man must've thought that he saved her. He tortured her. He took her away from death. She opened her eyes.
When Ginny opened her eyes, Harry felt deja vu, but could not place where. Suddenly he place where. And the realization killed him because… Her eyes were like… Alice Longbottom's eyes. The dead, hollow look. In his very arms, Ginny gave a small cry like a small child before going limp.
Hi everyone! Sorry for the short chapter. This was kind of (?) intense, so I hope that that factor makes up for it. I am so sorry that this is so late. I am SO FREAKING BUSY! It feels nice to publish this, even if it was short.
Spoiler Alert: Ginny will not turn up like Alice and Frank Longbottom.
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