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"It was a beautiful ceremony," I said, pretending to be happy for them even when I knew I could never truly be happy again. Hermione squealed and hugged me.
"Thanks Gin! I'm so happy you could make it!" I smiled stiffly. Mom had managed to whip up a dress for me the night before the wedding, seeing as I couldn't afford one anymore after the fiasco at the leaky cauldron (I had, of course, been fired). She was currently sobbing on Ron. I rolled my eyes.
"I should spare Ron," I said, and gestured towards them. She nodded and turned to Fleur. I stepped tentatively towards Ron, and pulled mum away from him by the shoulders. "Mum, Hermione's parents were just playing with some of the gnomes. I think you should check on them. She gave a long rattling sigh.
"Yes darling, of course. I can't help losing myself at every wedding I go to,"
"Ron understands mum," She nodded and smiled waterily.
"It's wonderful having you home baby," A screeching pain washed over me, and I worked hard to keep my smile in place.
"Thanks, I really missed you all too," She walked off and I turned to Ron. He was standing there in his tuxedo, looking tall and handsome. I thought of how long he had been waiting for this day and a lump rose in my own throat. The spot where my ring usually was on my finger felt suddenly bare, and I rubbed it subconsciously. We both sighed at the same time, and I took his arm. He led me to a table and sat down.
"So Gin, how are you?" His eyes pierced me, and I crossed my arms over my chest protectively.
"Fine," I lied through my teeth. He rolled his eyes.
"Any fool can see something's happened to you. Tell me what,"
"I'm alright Ron," He exhaled sharply like he always did when he was annoyed with me.
"Ah, that explains why you escaped Tom Riddles dark clutches to come to my wedding,"
"Ron, don't. I heard about your wedding and-"
"Don't give me that. George told me you hadn't a clue I was getting married." I cursed silently in my head. Ron looked at me expectantly. Then, a most ironic (in my opinion) happened. I was saved by the savior of the wizarding world.
"Ron, Molly says- Oh, Ginny…" Harry said, surprised to see me. After a second he realized how our last meeting had ended and he looked away. "You look nice." He mumbled. I forced a weak smile.
"Thanks Harry. You look good too. Not married yet?" He glanced up into my eyes and away.
"The woman I want to marry is other wise occupied," Ron coughed awkwardly.
"What? Dad? Okay, coming!" He called. Dad looked bewildered.
"Ron, I didn't-" Ron cut him off with a look, and they hurried away. Harry took the seat next to me.
"So you're doing well?" A gurgle of hysterical laughter bubbled to my lips before I could clamp my mouth shut. I didn't trust myself to talk so I nodded stiffly. Harry eyed me warily. "I'm going to tell you the truth Gin, you look like a mess."
"Thanks so much." I said sarcastically.
"Have you looked in a mirror recently? You're pale as death, and you look exhausted." Probably because I am, I thought. I was up all night. How could I be expected to sleep these days?
"Why are you all so nosy?" I ground out. "My well being is none of your business Harry. I'm here for the wedding, then I'm leaving." He stared at me.
"Where will you go?" I shrugged.
"I haven't a clue," I said truthfully. "Just…away from demons of my past."
"Wait, so you aren't going back to Riddle?" I watched Angelina walk by, her stomach huge and waited a few seconds before I could answer.
"No." He watched me closely.
"Is everything alright, with him and you?" I looked into his eyes, and for a second my imagination ran rampant.
I imagined what my life could have been with him. He was handsome, athletic and kind. He was a good man, and I would have loved him. We could have had a few dark haired children that would love me for the rest of my life. I looked at the faces of my babies, and smiled. That would have been a good life. Did I want to do that with Harry now? Just put away this chapter of my life and pretend it never happened? The faces of my children distorted, all resemblance to Harry gone. Now they were replicas of Tom, and my heart wrenched horribly. No, I could never be with Harry. Not after knowing pure, unbiased, unpolluted love. The love I'd had with Tom.
The sun went down as we talked, and I was surprised how late it was when I glanced at Harry's watch.
"What is that?" Harry asked. I looked up. There was a sound of many people walking through the grass to the big tent where the reception was being held.
"I don't know," I said, but we both stood up and whipped out our wands. Other guests had started noticing it too, and the room fell deadly silent. I looked from the door to Harry, seeing if he would tell me what to do, but he made no movements, he was merely listening to the footfalls. We all held our breath as the flap was lifted, and in walked a figure in a long dark cloak. As the man lifted his head, a silver mask was seen on his face. I would have thought it one of the death eater masks, but the nose was longer, and the face was more gruesome than the death eater masks. There was silence for another beat before,
"Good evening," Wafted through the mask. My knees buckled, and Harry grabbed a hold of me.
"Ginny?"
"I-I…he's…"
"Dear ones, let's not make this a chore for my fellow servants and me. You are about to make a great mark in history. You are going to be the first people killed under the reign of the lord of Chaos. Take your deaths honorably, and you will be killed humanely." Silence rang through the room for another second, before complete pandemonium. People started charging for the exits, or turning ludicrously on the spot before realizing that you couldn't apparate. I couldn't stifle a grin. This was so his style. The bit about a new dark lord, however, was astounding. Had he killed Tom? My brain clouded as I thought that, and I snapped myself out of my thoughts. I turned to Harry.
"Get as many out as you can. I'll deal with this." He looked at me.
"Ginny-"
"Go. Quickly!" He ducked down and gave me a peck on the lips before running towards my family where they were grouped together in fear. I turned to the man in the robes and strode up to him purposefully. He looked at me as I approached, and removed his mask with a wave of his wand.
"Virginia, what a pleasant surprise," Rabastan said, smiling at me dangerously.
"Where's Gan?" I asked, to the point.
"Milord had some other business to attend to. I'm surprised you're here rather than with your husband."
"Tom and I aren't together anymore," I choked out.
"That's very interesting," he said, and stroked his chin.
"Well I'm glad you find my pain as such." I snapped, unable to be polite. He grinned, showing all of his yellowed teeth.
"I have a proposition for you, milady." I raised one eyebrow at him. "I will allow you to live, but you must leave now, before the sacrifices begin."
"Sacrifices?"
"But of course! We heard that there was a wedding here, and we needed the blood of a virgin bride to expand on the strength my master already posseses." My stomach clenched. "Milord had heard all there is to be heard about miss Granger, oh, beg pardon, Mrs. Weasley now is it? He expected her to remain untouched until her wedding night." Another man entered the tent behind him. He was tall with night black hair, and for a second my heart skipped a beat thinking that it was Tom.
"Lastrange, let's hurry this up. I'm quite famished, and there are lots of beautiful women here for me to feed on," I wrinkled my nose in distaste. I had heard about this vampire before. His name was Rasputin. He had been on the battleground when Voldemort fell, and I suppose he even deserted the deserters. Two faced bastard. He swiveled his head to look at me and he smiled and he sniffed the air. "You my dear, will be quite a treat,"
"She is to be left untouched!" Lastrange ordered. Rasputin looked as if he had been denied a delicious treat, and he sulked. "Now, vampire, tell me. Where is the bride?"
"She's obviously the one in the white dress," Rasputin said, and pointed to Hermione.
"You can smell her?" I asked.
"No, only the bride wears white on her wedding day. I must say, I much prefer white to the cream, or off white,"
"You don't say!" I said intriqued. "I hate off white too!"
"Yes, it looks like you got dust all over your gown. I'll have to send you some sketches. I just devoured a woman who designed some that are quite-"
"SILENCE!" Rabastan roared. Rasputin glared at him.
"I was merely-"
"Silence." He repeated in a dangerous voice. We shut up. "Virginia, what is your choice." Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man grabbing Angelina, and my eyes narrowed.
"You'll let your slaves take an innocent woman?" George demanded as he struggled against two death eaters. I saw the rest of my family locked in place by some invisible spell. I turned back to Rabastan.
"I don't tell them what they can't do unless my master specifically informs me," He said snickering. "Besides, in my experiences, pregnancies make it more fun. Virginia? Your answer if you please." Suddenly my arms darted out from my sides, and I could feel myself loosing control again. A voice came from my lips without my intention, and I barely recognized it.
"Rabastan," I said, grabbing a hold of his head. "My name is Ginevra."
I punched the side of his face with strength I didn't know I had, and his eyes rolled up in his head. He went down. I pulled my wand from my pocket and brandished it at the surrounding death eaters. Rasputin sprung at me but I batted him away. I removed the spell from my family and turned back to the task at hand.
I didn't know who the men who fought me were, but as I was chained to the floor in what used to be my home, I hoped that I had put up a good fight. The side of Rabastan's face was swelling already and it had only been half an hour or so since I attacked him. I couldn't keep the smug smile off of my face as he turned the key to my chains and turned away from me, to face the door. Rasputin was crouched ontop of a table on the side of the room picking his teeth. I had seen him bite a woman, and so I glared at him.
"You're a pig, you know that?"
"And we were getting along so well before," He crooned. I spat in his vicinity. He stood and leaped off of the table towards me. He crept over to me and crouched to my level. He ran his nose over my collarbone and shuddered. "You smell…tantalizing…" He growled.
"She is to be left untouched!" Rabastan roared, and Rasputin skipped back a few steps. The fun and games were gone out of Rabastan and he glared at me. "Don't look so happy, witch. All that will change once my master gets here." I raised an eyebrow and shrugged. I looked around the massive room. It appeared Gan had taken control of the manor. The ballroom where I had so many good memories was now my prison cell. I never expected to see it again. I heard someone on the other side of the door and swiveled my head around. I could still feel the dark power pulsing through my veins, probably why I wasn't a sobbing mess on the floor right now. I could tell that my eyes were still pitch black, and I couldn't keep the bizarre smile off of my face. I heard the door being opened slowly and the men in the room sunk to one knee. I was expecting a man, cloaked in black robes with a golden crown on. What came through the door was much less noble. Gan strolled through in a black blazer over a white v-neck t-shirt and jeans on. His dark hair was swept back over his forehead, and his light brown eyes found mine.
"Why, Ginevra, what a surprise," He said silkily. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. "What are you doing here?"
"Milord, she-" Rabastan began. Gan raised a hand, and Rabastan was hurled into the wall with a nauseating crunch.
"You fools never understand that I'm not talking to you," He grumbled under his breath, but regained his composure and nodded to me to speak.
"I didn't come here by choice. I was dragged here." I said. "And now I'm leaving." I stood and the chains holding me snapped off. Rasputin shrunk back, but Gan didn't move. He simply stood there with his arms folded over his chest.
"You aren't going anywhere."
"Want to bet?" I raised my hand and sent the table flying at him. He deflected it without raising a finger and I narrowed my eyes at him. I sent a bright ball of magic at him and he swept it away with a flick of his fingers. I let the magic flow from me and it swarmed toward him. I grinned, panting as my knees buckled. He wouldn't be getting up from that. The black encased him, then shattered. He shook his head grinning smugly and I stared at him in disbelief. In answer to my un asked question, he said,
"My father gave me his power before he died." I exhaled hard, and tried to get up. "Stay down," He ordered, and I felt magic pin me to the floor. I tried weakly to throw it off of me but I was too drained. "He really did give you up, didn't he? Tom has always been weak. Too cowardly to keep you, he sent you away in order to save his own skin." I sniffled and looked down. He was right. I wasn't worth the trouble. I could feel the tiniest remnants of the dark magic disappearing. I shuddered as I tried to hold in my grief.
"N-nnn…h-he n-nn…" I managed to get out. Gan ran a hand over my cheek and I shivered. Why did I feel trust for him?
'He's an alright man,' part of me said, 'he's never been cruel to me.'
"You belong here, Ginny." He said, using my nickname. He spun promises and I believed him, I believed every word. "This is your home, your real home. Regardless of Tom, you should be where you can perform your best work, and that's here." I nodded, too weak to disagree. I was tired of fighting. I just wanted to rest, and this was one of the only places I had ever really been at peace. He helped me up and supported me out of the room. "You can stay in any of the guest rooms, love. A house elf will tell me where you are." I nodded, and trudged up the stairs. At the top I looked back at him and he was still watching me. I walked down the halls, and felt like my heart was being twisted with every step. My feet had carried me to our rooms, and I balked at the idea of going in there, weather Tom was there or not. I turned and went into a room down the hall. There was a bed, and that was all I required.
Love always!
~iamthewalrus93