Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, it is the property of the brilliant J.K Rowling. This story is the product of her marvellous characters and world and my imagination.

Any constructive criticism or reviews are welcome. Enjoy

Escape Attempt

The next few days followed in a similar pattern, she would wake and then go to eat breakfast with Tom before going off to the library. While there she would study spells, but also plan. For she was formulating a way to escape her luxurious prison.

She had noticed the kitchens and knew that since they were the dwelling of the house elves few if any of the proud and haughty dark wizards in Malfoy Manor would set foot there. She planned to go through them at night so that the loyal house elves wouldn't alert their master.

After a good few hours in the library she called a haven she would return to her room to dress for dinner with Tom. She always had to dress formally and spent the evenings in an assortment of fancy dresses and uncomfortable shoes.

Tom would discuss literature and magic with her, as well as his plans for both wizarding and muggle Britain once he had overthrown Harry. She protested at first, insisting that Harry would not be beaten by Him. But he always gave her a condescending smirk or a cruel, cold smile, so eventually she just remained silent.

She knew that he had no idea of the details of her escape plan, her use of occlumency was working so far and she thought he probably wouldn't expect her to try to escape. After all, she knew that if she failed and was caught then the consequences would be severe.

Five days after she had arrived at Malfoy Manor she was ready to attempt her daring escape. At 2 am she was woken by the ringing of her alarm and she hauled herself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She splashed her face with cold water at the sink in her bathroom in order to wake herself up. Then she dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black top and trainers - it was useful to be able to blend into the dark.

She pulled her flaming red hair into a bun, lamenting the fact that it was easily spotted, even in the dark and then she went over to her trunk. She had taken her things from there and packed them into a small bag using shrinking spells and an undetectable extension charm. Checking she had everything she pulled out her wand and disillusioned herself as a safety precaution.

She opened her door carefully after lifting the locking charm and peeked her head out to check for any problems. Upon seeing no one there she proceeded out, remaining as quiet as possible, holding her breath as if she expected to be caught any minute - which she did.

By some miracle she managed to make it to the kitchens undetected, though there was a little scare when she'd needed to hide in the shadows to avoid a wandering death eater. She breathed a sigh of relief when she arrived there. She made her way through the kitchens, feeling rather exposed walking tall above the elf sized benches and equipment, trying desperately to ignore the sinking feeling of worry in her stomach and the slight echoes from her footsteps.

As she had expected there was a small door at the back of the kitchens that led out to the grounds. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, having been created for house elves, and Ginny was thankful that she was both slim and rather short.

Once she got outside she stood for a moment to savour the feeling of fresh air around her, the first time she'd felt it since she was captured. Looking around her she saw a few death eaters dotted at various posts, but none close enough to her to notice her presence.

Still, she was thankful for the disillusionment charm and the safety it gave her. Squinting around in the inky darkness, she searched for an exit not guarded by death eaters, finding one after a minute of searching. It was a small wooden door in the hedge, reminding her of the back gate of her garden. She headed towards it, wincing at the noise she made crunching through leaves and grass.

But the death eaters thankfully remained at their posts, obviously unaware of the young girl sneaking through the grounds. She finally reached the door after what seemed a lifetime of tentative steps. She couldn't help but give a little grin, she was so close to freedom that she could almost taste it.

Grasping the handle with a shaking hand, she pulled the wooden door open, bracing herself for some sort of alarm and guards coming running to take her back. But, to her great surprise, there was none of this, perhaps Tom had overestimated the security. She looked through the open door to see what looked like countryside and a sign saying that Wiltshire was two miles east.

She stepped forward with anticipation and hope only to feel herself being sucked up and then she was spinning in a sensation not unlike a portkey. She could feel that she was now visible and she couldn't make out anything but colours until she felt the spinning stop and she found herself dumped unceremoniously onto a plush green carpet.

Fearing the worst she looked up with trepidation to see her worst fear confirmed - Tom Riddle was standing above her and looking down with a face like thunder.

Her eyes widened and she gulped at his next words, "well, well Ginevra, what do we have here. Looks like someone tried to escape and needs to be punished."

Well crap, she was definitely screwed now.

Sorry about it being a little short. As always, the next chapter will be up in a few days.