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Trapped in a Living Nightmare

Lucius was delighted when he grabbed the red head brat before Black did and he apparated away almost immediately, after giving directions to Nott to have the girl's trunk, which was a little way from where she had been standing, brought to the Manor.

He apparated directly outside his master's chambers and knocked, entering when instructed with the unconscious girl in his arms, a rather smug look on his aristocratic face. When his master saw what was in his arms his eyes lit up and he smirked widely. His master gestured to the bed and he placed her there.

He bowed and Voldemort motioned for him to stand, "you have done very well Lucius and shall be greatly rewarded, along with your comrades. Now tell me the damage," he added with a glint in his eyes.

Lucius was ecstatic, now he would have his Lord's favour, "well my Lord, we lost around six or seven members, including Dolohov, but the final number has yet to be counted. There were seven of that Order scum guarding the girl and we managed to take out two of them, I believe they are one Hestia Jones and a Dedalus Diggle. Not high ranking members I'm afraid, but members none the less."

Voldemort nodded, "good, good. Now leave my presence, your reward will be discussed at our next meeting." Lucius nodded, bowed and left, he may be in favour, but he did not want to get on the Dark Lord's bad side, his good side was bad enough. Still, he wondered what on earth his master would want with the poor blood traitor girl, but he supposed he would find out soon enough.

As Lucius left the room Voldemort sat down on the bed next to Ginny's unconscious form and placed a pale hand on her cheek. "My little Ginevra, we'll be together now, no one can stop it." He swept his hand across her cheek before standing and going over to his chair with a book in hand. He settled down and began to read, his eyes half on the book and half on the sleeping girl on his bed.

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Ginny awoke feeling groggy and with a bit of a headache. She remembered them all being ambushed and Kingsley telling her to get her shield up. She was ok, but then she felt Him in her head, Tom, and she lost her concentration. He was making her head hurt so much and she'd fallen unconscious, but not before realising that Hestia was dead.

Though she didn't know the witch too well, she knew the woman was kind and generous, her death was saddening. Ginny hoped there had been no one else on their side killed.

She didn't know where she was and it was still blurry so she sat up and rubbed her eyes, then gasped. She was in a grand four poster bed with green silk sheets and sitting in a huge armchair by the fire, book in hand, was Tom Riddle.

He heard her gasp and put his book down, turning to her with a predatory smirk on his handsome face. She blinked, hoping and praying that it was all and nightmare, that she was safe with the Order. But she couldn't open her eyes and she realised the truth, this was one nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

The realisation led her to begin sobbing quite profusely and she didn't notice Tom until he was sat on the bed next to her. She flinched as he touched her face, but took the handkerchief he offered her and blew her nose. He gave her another smirk, "hello Ginevra, what a pleasure to see you again."

She threw him a look of deepest loathing, "yeah, pleasure to see the man who tried to kill me by feeding on my soul and who has now kidnapped me and taken me away from all my friends and family."

"Ah Ginevra, witty as always," he said with a smile. She gave him a sardonic smile, "charming as always Tom. So when can I leave, as much as I'm enjoying this conversation I have other places I'd much rather be." Tom merely gave her a serene smile, "oh Ginevra, so naïve, you aren't going anywhere. You will stay with me and once I defeat that infernal Potter I will rule the wizarding world and you will be my queen."

Ginny looked at him like he was insane, "you're barking, I am not staying here to be your bloody queen and Harry will defeat you." Tom's look went cold in an instant and for a split second she was truly afraid, "like it or not Ginevra, Harry Potter will fall and you will be my queen." He stood up abruptly, "I'll leave you to get settled into your new home then, I shall send someone to fetch you for breakfast tomorrow. Goodnight darling."

He leant forward to kiss her cheek and she froze as his cold lips touched her skin, before wrenching back. Tom gave her a final smirk before disappearing out the door and she fell back on to her pillow, before bursting into fresh tears. She missed her family and friends and was now faced with the prospect of being stuck in her own personal hell forever.

After lying there sobbing for a good half hour she decided it wasn't too productive to sit there so she went to explore her room, hoping to maybe find a way out, though she wasn't hopeful.

Her room was large, obviously decorated in Slytherin colours and complete with four poster bed, armchairs, bookshelves and desk. There was an ensuite bathroom with both a shower and a huge sunken tub. Her trunk was placed inconspicuously in the corner of the room and she noted that her clothes had been moved into her closet room.

The closet room was huge, a ridiculous size for just clothes, filled with daytime clothes, as well as a huge assortment of fancy and impossibly expensive dresses. She didn't want to know how he had got her clothes sizes, especially since there was underwear too.

While her room was beautiful and more luxurious than she had ever experienced, it didn't have the feel of home and she would take her small, cosy room at the Burrow any day.

Deciding that it wouldn't be a good idea to face Tom completely exhausted, she concluded it would be best to turn in for the night. She found a long silky cream nightgown, one of the few not in slytherin colours or hopelessly risqué, and curled up in bed, fast asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

As per usual, the next chapter should be up in a few days.