Disclaimer: Is my first name Joanne and my last name Rowling? No, I don't think so.

Author's Note: All right! Another highly anticipated chapter! Sorry, I haven't updated in a while, blah, blah, blah. You know the drill. It was mostly due to writing another fan fiction and my own laziness. I'm always late with my updates! Anyway, many thanks to those who have reviewed and added this story to their favorites or story alerts. The POV switches some in this chapter. It starts out in Harry's POV, but don't worry, it will go back to Ginny.

Sophia Supernova: Thank you for another one of your wonderful reviews. Yeah, Tom will eventually ("eventually" being the operative word) connect the dots, but for right now he will remain woefully (or not) ignorant. Unfortunately, this chapter doesn't have any Ginny/Tom interaction, but it is an essential chapter. Hopefully, you will enjoy this chapter just as much as you did the others.

Chapter 5: Caught and Captured

Malfoy Manor was a relatively quiet place during the evening, save for the occasional cries of the snow-white peacocks that inhabited the exterior of the manor. Upon first sight, no one would have ever noticed or guessed that the huge mansion was under the surveillance of none other than the famous Harry Potter. Harry, disguised by the Invisibility Cloak that he had inherited from his father, was crouched in the driveway of the Malfoys' home, waiting for Draco Malfoy to leave. Fortunately, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were on vacation in France, so Harry did not have to deal with them in addition to their son.

Harry, who had taken Ginny's words to heart, had been watching and investigating Draco Malfoy all week long. Harry was astounded to not find anything suspicious in Malfoy's file at the Ministry, and he could not find anything on a "Thierry," either, which meant that he was using an alias or he was never a Death Eater. (There were files on all of the remaining ex-Death Eaters). However, that did not necessarily mean that Harry had not discovered that Malfoy had been going to a few suspicious places like Knockturn Alley. That meant that Harry would have to dig deeper if he wanted to find sufficient evidence to arrest Malfoy, and to dig deeper, Harry would have to break into Malfoy Manor, which is what he was planning to do that night.

Harry looked at his watch impatiently, and it said that it was nine o' clock. Harry knew that every Friday night at nine Malfoy went out to have a drink at some random bar, and since it was Friday, that's exactly where Malfoy was going. He also knew that Malfoy wouldn't be back until midnight, giving him more than enough time to search the mansion. Suddenly, Malfoy stepped out the front door of his house and began to strut arrogantly down the driveway, his black cloak swirling out behind him and his trademark Malfoy hair gleaming silver in the moonlight.

Once Harry heard the distinct 'pop' of Disapparation, he began to make his way to the front door, and when he got there, he disabled the wards that were set up around Malfoy Manor one by one. Then, Harry opened the door cautiously and stepped inside the mansion. It was lavishly decorated on the inside, with a rich red carpet and dozens of portraits that represented several generations of Malfoys, their stormy gray eyes and haughty faces following Harry wherever he went in the hallway. Harry went to the last door on the right, which happened to be the sitting room, and began his search. About two hours later, Harry had searched every room except for one: the library.

When Harry pushed open the oak door that led to the library, he was amazed at the sight that greeted him. There were dozens of mahogany bookshelves, each about eight feet high, and there were several plush armchairs gathered around a spacious, ornate white marble fireplace. The floor was also made of white marble, which magnified Harry's footsteps by a tenfold, and there was an expensive-looking wooden coffee table between the armchairs and the fireplace, on which there was a stack of ancient tomes.

Harry went over to the books on the table to examine the titles. The first book on the top was Resurrection Resurrected: The Art of Necromancy, and the one beneath that one was titled The Amulet of Akhman-Ra: Fact or Myth. All of the titles seemed to have a common theme to them, and that was either raising the dead or the Amulet. Harry was both relieved and disconcerted. The relief had stemmed from the fact that he had finally found what he had been looking for after a tedious week of searching and investigating, but he was also disconcerted because that meant that everything that Ginny had said was true (not that Harry had doubted it) and that Malfoy really was trying to raise Voldemort from the dead. Just when I thought everything was over, it really isn't, Harry thought. Harry sighed at the thought, opened Resurrection Resurrected: The Art of Necromancy eagerly and began to read, his eyes drinking in the words greedily.

The art of Necromancy is a dying art; therefore, very few wizards even know of its very existence. It is also extraordinarily difficult to become a full-fledged Necromancer, as the art and practice itself tends to be filled with complex spells and rituals that can be deadly to the caster if the caster pronounces even one syllable incorrectly. As a result, being a Necromancy master is a lucrative and dangerous position, which few wizards are able to reach and maintain since the process is potentially deadly.

There are several ways to raise someone from the dead, but some are more effective than others. Using a human sacrifice is one of the most used methods, but not necessarily the most effective; however, using a human sacrifice in certain ceremonies enhances the power and effectiveness of the ritual. The long-lost Amulet of Akhman-Ra (which according to myth was endowed with mystical powers to bring back the dead by the Egyptian God of the Dead, Osiris, himself) was used in rituals along with a human sacrifice in ancient Egypt (the ritual also requires the Book of the Dead), and it was reputed to be the strongest ritual with which to bring back the dead.

However, that does not mean that you can resurrect just anyone. The soul of the person who is being resurrected must be stuck in limbo. Also, the deceased must have at least one living person with blood-ties to their own blood. Blood magic is extraordinarily powerful magic and it is one of the key elements that essentially makes up the magic or craft of Necromancy. Without it, the art of raising the dead would cease to exist.

Harry couldn't bear to read anymore, as he was feeling very nauseous and he was barely suppressing the urge to vomit all over the pristine white marble floor of the Malfoys' library. His face was as white as a sheet and he had a haunted look in his eye as he remembered what Dumbledore had told him in King's Cross. Harry had only survived Voldemort's Killing Curse that one time because Voldemort had taken his blood to create his second body, and since Voldemort had died in that body, the body with Harry's blood in it, what happened to Harry could happen to Voldemort, as well. Also, because Voldemort had made Horcruxes, he would be forever stuck in limbo since his soul, what little was left of it, was too tarnished and torn to cross over. Harry had always had the sneaking suspicion that Voldemort was forced to exist in the pitiful form that he had seen in King's Cross, when he thought about it, which he rarely did. Harry already knew that Malfoy was trying to resurrect Voldemort, so that was not the thing that was making him queasy; it was the fact that just by being alive he made it possible for his arch-nemesis to rise again.

"Doing a little research, Potter," drawled a voice from the shadows that Harry recognized immediately.

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Harry asked in a hostile manner, slamming Resurrection Resurrected with a 'thud' that echoed throughout the library.

Draco Malfoy stepped out of the shadows and said, "I should be the one asking you that question since this is my house."

"I mean, what are doing home so early?" Harry corrected himself.

"Why, Potter, I didn't know that you cared so much about my well-being," Malfoy mocked. "Should I be concerned now that you are turning into my mother? Anyway, it's none of your business why I came home early."

While Malfoy was talking, Harry was trying to get his wand to slide out of his sleeve and into his hand discreetly. "So you're going to resurrect Voldemort, huh?" Harry questioned Malfoy, just to keep him talking.

Malfoy flinched visibly at the word 'Voldemort' and scoffed, "Like Weaslette didn't already tell you, but, yes, that is the plan. And don't say his name, Scarhead!"

"What, Voldemort? Didn't you listen to Ginny back in second year when she said that 'fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself'?" Harry taunted, and by this time he had managed to get his wand in his hand without Malfoy noticing.

"Oh, shut up. You won't be so cocky when the Dark Lord comes after you after he has risen again," threatened Malfoy.

"You will not get away with this, Malfoy. I won't let you," Harry declared.

"Funny. That's almost exactly what your girlfriend said before I tortured her," divulged Malfoy. Malfoy moved to remove his wand from his robes, and Harry knew it was time to act.

"Sectumsempra!" Harry cried, pointing his wand at an unsuspecting Draco Malfoy, but he miraculously managed to dodge the hex.

"Reducto!" Malfoy retaliated, and Harry had to quickly cast a Shield Charm.

"Diffindo!" Harry cast, and Malfoy snarled as it hit him, making a huge gash on his cheek.

"Ha! Not so tough now, are you, Malfoy?" Harry taunted, and he laughed mockingly as he ducked and weaved through Malfoy's hexes and curses. But that, Harry found, was a huge error on his part, for when Malfoy cast his next spell (Incarcerous) he was too distracted to put up a Shield Charm in time.

Draco stood triumphantly over Potter, who was bound by several thick ropes, with his wand pointed at Harry Potter's chest. "You were saying, Potter?" Draco gloated as he started to struggle helplessly. Draco then knocked Harry's wand out of his hand before he could get any more ideas.

"How does it feel to be at my mercy?" Draco asked.

"How do you think it feels?" Harry said, apparently evading Draco's question with a question of his own.

Draco ignored the rhetorical question and said, "Stupefy!"

The red jet of light hit Harry Potter and he was still. Draco went over to Harry, and pulled on a hank of his hair. He then procured a small vial from inside of his robes and put Harry's hair into it. 'Ugh! I'm definitely going to have to wash my hands of Saint Potter's filth when I am finished,' Draco thought cynically.

Next, Draco muttered "Mobilicorpus" under his breath, and proceeded to the dungeons of Malfoy Manor with Harry's motionless body floating eerily in front of him. On his way to the dungeons, Draco thought about how after he had Apparated away from Malfoy Manor he had felt like something just was not right. The feeling had persisted, so Draco had gone home early. Apparently, the strange feeling had been correct, for when he returned, the wards that are constantly around the manor were mysteriously missing. Draco had opened and closed the front door carefully and quietly, and muttered "Homenum Revelio" under his breath. The spell had revealed that someone was in the library upstairs. Draco found a secret passage (one of many at Malfoy Manor) that led directly into the library so as not to alert the person to his presence. Much to his surprise, he had found Harry Potter reading from a book he knew well when he had arrived in the library. Draco had watched Potter read for a minute or two, and when he had stopped reading, much to his satisfaction, Potter had looked a little green around the gills and was as white as a sheet. Then, Draco had decided to make his presence known, and the rest was history.

Draco didn't notice that he was standing at the door to the dungeons for one whole minute, and then he snapped out of his reverie. He levitated Harry into one of the cells and shackled him to the wall. Then, he walked out of the dungeons and went to go check on the Polyjuice Potion that he was brewing. 'Soon,' he told himself. Soon his plan was going to take effect, and no one, not even the famous Harry Potter could stop him.

Ginny sat in her hospital bed impatiently. The Healers told her that she could leave any day now, but that was all that they would reveal. It was all very frustrating to Ginny, who couldn't wait to get out of St. Mungo's, but it wasn't like she could force the Healers to sign the release papers. On top of the frustration, the fact that Harry hadn't visited her for about a week was causing her to worry. That was so unlike Harry; he would have visited her even in the busiest of times.

All of a sudden, the door opened and the subject of her thoughts came into her room. "Where were you? Why didn't you visit me?" Ginny asked abruptly, narrowing her eyes into her best death-glare.

"I apologize, Gin. I was so busy with both work and investigating Malfoy that I simply didn't have the time to visit you, even though I really, really wanted to," Harry said.

"Well, that never stopped you before, so why now?" snapped Ginny.

"Please believe me, Ginny. It's not like I did not want to come, because I very much did want to, but I was unbelievably swamped," pleaded Harry.

"You had me really worried. I didn't know if something had happened to you, and since you haven't visited for, oh, about a week how was I supposed to know if you were all right or not?" complained Ginny.

"You were worried, which is understandable, and for that I am sorry. Will you please forgive me?" Harry asked as he walked over to Ginny's bed and took her hand in his own.

It was silent for a moment as Ginny debated in her head whether or not to forgive Harry, and then she sighed, "Fine. Apology accepted."

Harry gave her hand a squeeze said, "Well, I have some good news that is bound to cheer you up. The Healers have finally decided that you are well enough to leave, and I am here to spring you."

"Really? Let's get out of here, then," Ginny said eagerly. She got out the bed, stretched for a minute, and left the room that had been her prison for the last couple of weeks with Harry in tow. They walked out of St. Mungo's holding hands, and Ginny reveled in the sunshine that kissed her face, real sunshine that did not come from the magical artificial windows in St. Mungo's.

"Are you strong enough to Apparate?" Harry asked.

"Hmm? Oh, I think so, but I don't want to risk Splinching myself if I can't Apparate properly. Personally, I think that I have spent enough time in St. Mungo's to last a lifetime," Ginny replied.

"Okay, Side-Along it is," Harry said, and he stuck out an arm. Ginny took his proffered arm and then she felt the unpleasant sensation of being squeezed through a tube, so she closed her eyes until the feeling had dissipated. When she opened her eyes, she immediately knew that she was not in the flat that she shared with Harry. Instead, she was standing in front of a massive mansion that she had never seen before.

"Harry, what the—? Why did you bring us here?" Ginny asked, confused. Suddenly Harry's demeanor changed, and he had a very Slytherin-like smirk on his face, and to Ginny it was disconcerting, to say the least.

"I would have thought that that would be painfully obvious, Weaslette," he drawled arrogantly.

Harry had never called her 'Weaslette', so it must be—"Malfoy? You… you… ugh! I can't think of a bad enough word to describe you right now! I swear am going to…," Ginny screamed, completely outraged, and her red hair flying all over the place with the vehemence with which she spoke.

"You'll do what? Stutter at me? And before you get any more ideas, I took your wand when you weren't paying attention, so you are quite defenseless," Malfoy declared.

Ginny silently agreed that he was correct: She was defenseless. But then an idea popped into her head. Who said that wizards and witches had to use wands to defend themselves? "Not necessarily," Ginny growled, and before he could react to her statement, she aimed a good hard kick at his groin. It would have worked, except that Malfoy had grabbed her foot before it hit him and started to twist her ankle with a cruel smirk on his face.

Ginny cried out in pain as she both felt and heard something pop, and she was sure that her ankle was broken. Malfoy released her foot and let her drop to the ground. Ginny stared up at him through her watering eyes and watched him pull his wand out and point it at her.

"Imperio," he hissed. Ginny felt like all of her worries had just drifted away, and she could not even feel the pain in her ankle. It was sheer bliss.

'Get up and walk towards Malfoy Manor', a voice said in her head.

Ginny felt inclined to acquiesce that order, but another voice in the back of her mind protested, 'Why should I? That's a stupid thing to do, really.'

'Do it! Do it now!'

'I won't.'

'Do it!' the voice ordered more insistently.

'No!'

'DO IT!'

"NO!" Ginny screamed aloud. At once, the feeling of peacefulness vanished and was replaced with anxiety and the pain from her broken ankle.

"No? We'll just see about that. You are initially stronger than I thought, so I cannot place the Imperius Curse on you again. No matter…," said Malfoy. At once, he placed Ginny in a Full-Body Bind, and once again muttered "Mobilicorpus," and walked into Malfoy Manor with Ginny floating along in front of him.

Ginny was screaming a million curses at Malfoy in her head, and she sorely wished that she could say them out loud. She realized with a sinking feeling of dread that whatever Malfoy was going to do to her was definitely not going to be pleasant as Malfoy led her to the dungeons.

When they had arrived, Ginny was thinking, 'The dungeons? Typical.' Malfoy led her to the first cell on the right, and if she were capable of it, she would have gasped at what she saw.

Author's Note: Please review. Okay, I am an evil author for leaving you with such a cliffy, but I think that the length of this chapter makes up for it. Sorry about the lack of Tom/Ginny interaction.