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Complications

Ginny woke the next morning aching and bruised, with dried tears on her face and her nightgown ripped to shreds. She was groggy at first but soon began to recall the events of the previous night … oh Merlin … she'd been raped, her virginity taken … oh Merlin she was going to be sick.

She pulled herself out of the bed, ignoring the form next to her, and hurried to the bathroom to throw up with disgust at what had happened. Her retching was rather loud and she heard a few groans as Tom woke up in the next room. She finished throwing up and cleaned her face, wiping her mouth with one of the towels, before returning to the bedroom and finding Tom awake and sitting up in the bed.

"Something wrong Ginevra, you sound ill," she almost heard concern in his voice but she just glared at him, "I got sick after thinking about what happened last night," let him make what he would of that. Tom just shrugged, "I'm sure you'll get used to it darling."

She looked at him defiantly, "well what if I don't want to get used to it?" Tom's eyes narrowed, "you have no choice in the matter, you are my wife and you will obey me. Now," he pulled himself out of the bed, "I have some business to attend to and you are to stay here until I return, I don't trust you to not try and escape." He waved his wand and was dressed, kissed her and disappeared out of the door.

She sat down on the bed, head in hands and began to sob.

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The first few days of Ginny's 'marriage' passed slowly for her and she spent much of her time wishing she was anywhere but where she was. Since Tom's room had a library attached to it she was no longer allowed to even leave the suite of rooms she resided in and was sure she'd go crazy from loneliness. At least she had Severus to talk to before, even though it was only twice a week. Tom wouldn't let anyone see her, he was "concerned that some of my death eaters might try and harm you, I'd hate to have to kill my own men."

She ate every meal at the small, but still fancy, dining table in the suite with Tom and spent most of her time either reading or just sitting there in thought. Tom forced her to sleep with him each night and occasionally sometime in the day, if it took his fancy and she hated every moment of it. He insisted that she get pregnant as soon as possible in order for him to get an heir. She was therefore submitted to weekly pregnancy tests by the medi-witch he seemed to have somehow 'coerced' into working there. Ginny suspected she was imperioed and then obliviated each time.

Each test so far had been negative, much to her never-ending relief, but she knew that her luck couldn't hold out forever. She would eventually become pregnant and then the nightmare would worsen and she would be bringing even more innocent life into the dark life she was trapped in.

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She was a little concerned when Tom appeared in the room in the middle of the day, he never did that unless something hugely important was happening or if he was going to force her to sleep with him again. She didn't really know which option was the worst and prayed that maybe this time he just wanted to talk - somehow she doubted it.

"Ginevra darling, I have some most exciting news for you. The day is finally here, the final battle at Hogwarts will be decided today and when I return victorious then we shall rule over the wizarding world for years to come." He said all this with a huge smirk and her stomach dropped, the final battle was really here, how many loved ones would she lose?

"You won't win," she told him quietly, "Harry will defeat you and then he'll come save me from this hell hole." Tom just smiled serenely at her, "we shall see won't we Ginevra." He turned just as he was about to leave, "and don't bother trying to escape while I'm away Ginevra, there are guards at your door and obstacles all round the manor." Then he was gone from the room, off to the war that would decide her fate.

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She ran to the bathroom for the fourth time since Tom had come to tell her of the Final Battle and retched violently into the marble sink. There was no use denying that there was something wrong with her and she was not pleased with the most viable option - pregnancy.

She picked one of the books in Tom's private library off the shelf and found the spell to check for pregnancy. She practiced the hand movement for a few minutes and double checked what each colour meant - a blue light for pregnant and a red light for not pregnant.

She waved her wand, said the incantation and waited.

One minute and both the light and Ginny's life changed forever - it was blue.

"Oh Merlin, this can't be happening," she whispered the words, wishing so desperately that she it was all just a nightmare. Her next pregnancy test was scheduled for two days time and if Tom won - an outcome she prayed would never come to pass - then she would have even less freedom and would end up bringing innocents into this mess.

Even if Harry defeated him, what would happen when they all found out about the baby, Harry wouldn't love her any longer, how could he when she was pregnant with Voldemort's child. She would just have to try and find a way to get rid of it.

Voices inside her head were battling out her choices and she didn't know which route to pick;

"Have to get rid of it … can't bring it into a dark world … can't let Tom shape it's future … Harry would never accept it."

"But it's an innocent life … I can't just kill it because I can't cope … it deserves a chance at life."

She screamed out, her frustration past boiling point and her head full of unwanted opinions. She would wait and see, if, like she hoped and believed, Harry won, then she would try and work out some sort of solution. She just had to cling to the hope that Harry would win and she would be able to find someone to help - she was sure Severus would help without letting any of the others know.

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Ginny stood pacing the length of her room and occasionally chewing on her bottom lip in worry. She knew the final battle was taking place right that moment and she was petrified for the outcome. Every noise made her jump and she waited, terrified, for the door to open and for the victor of the battle to walk in.

She had been wearing holes in the carpet for what must have been six hours when the door finally swung open and a lone figure stood there. The figure was tall with dark hair and a thin frame, it could be either Harry or Tom and she knew for sure that her hope was all pinned on it being the bespectacled, emerald eyed saviour.

The figure stepped in to the light and she could finally see the face of the victor of the greatest wizarding war of the century.

It was …

Sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger, don't worry it won't be a long wait. The next chapter will be up in a few days as normal.