Armed and Dangerous
Summary: The Weasleys are Voldemort's most loyal followers. Ginny is still overshadowed as the youngest family member. She is determined to prove herself by taking down enemy number one: Harry Potter. But what happens when circumstances force them to rely on each other? To survive, they'll have to work together.

Chapter 1
The alarm blared, and Ginny leapt out of bed. She was the first to reach her Master, who looked at her with approval. Ginny bowed, her long red hair falling in front of her face. Her mother had often asked her to wear it in a bun, thinking it a shame to hide such a beautiful face.

But Ginny wasn't here to be admired for her looks. She was a fighter. A survivor. She only tied her hair back when she went into battle—it reduced the chances of being hit by an enemy's curse.

"My Lord, what's happening?"

Voldemort turned his back on her, waiting for the others. Soon, her brothers appeared at her side—Ron, Fred, George, and Bill. Percy wasn't a fighter; he was more of a thinker and had been stationed elsewhere.

Her brothers bowed as well. The room quickly filled with Death Eaters, all of them bowing and waiting for their Master to speak.

Voldemort finally spoke: "There is an attack underway at Gringotts, our bank. The Aurors want to take it. I want everyone to go there."

Excited murmurs rippled through the crowd. Ginny was already tying her hair back.

"Now!" Voldemort ordered. Everyone turned to leave, but before Ginny could exit, a hand stopped her.

Ron looked at her sternly. "Not you, sister. You're too young."

"I'm an adult," Ginny retorted.

"Eighteen is barely an adult," Ron scoffed.

Ginny crossed her arms and glared murderously at her brother. "I'm nineteen. My birthday was last week, Ron. You were too busy torturing people to notice."

Ron ruffled her hair. "Sorry, sis, but my decision is final. You're staying here."

"You're not the boss of me. I'm just as capable as you, maybe even better."

Ron opened his mouth to argue but quickly shut it when he glanced behind her, then turned and followed their brothers out of the room.

"He's right," Voldemort said, standing right behind her.

Ginny sighed and turned around slowly, her gaze fixed on the ground. She rarely looked Voldemort in the eye—his bloodshot gaze gave her the creeps. "But, My Lord, I— I've trained so hard. I'm as good as the others. I graduated with honors in combat spells. Please, My Lord, I want to fight."

Voldemort sighed and placed a hand on her shoulder, almost fatherly. "You're too valuable, Ginny. I think of you as my daughter. I know you have what it takes, but it's too risky to endanger your life for something as trivial as a bank raid. Go patrol the West Tower. That's an order."

He slid out of the room like a serpent.

Ginny stomped out of the room, trembling with anger and disappointment. She watched bitterly as her brothers and the rest of the Death Eaters departed. Bellatrix looked at her and whispered, "Your time will come, little one," before vanishing with a loud pop.

Ginny walked through the hallways toward the West Tower. One day, she would stand alongside the others, fighting against the Aurors. Her eyes wandered to the posters on the walls. Voldemort had plastered them everywhere, displaying their most dangerous enemies.

She stopped in front of the largest poster of them all. A boy with jet-black hair, glasses, and an ugly lightning-shaped scar on his forehead stared back at her, surprised. Harry Potter.

Enemy number one.

Everyone knew the story of her Master and Potter. Potter had defeated Voldemort as a child. Seven times they had faced each other, and Potter still lived, albeit in hiding.

Dumbledore was dead. Potter was wanted prey. But no one seemed able to capture him.

What if Ginny could? Her brothers would bow to her. Voldemort would richly reward her, perhaps even officially adopt her as his daughter. Then no one could stop her.

She would stand at his side. She would rule alongside him.

Ginny stared at the poster, pointed her wand at it, and set it ablaze. "One day, Potter, you'll burn. And I'll be the one to do it."

xxx

Harry ran as fast as he could toward the west. His distraction at Gringotts might not have been the smartest plan, but it worked. The Aurors and Death Eaters were so distracted that no one would suspect he was trying to break into Voldemort's stronghold.

Hermione, his best friend and the most brilliant witch he knew, had warned him dozens of times. But they had no choice. To defeat Voldemort, they had to uncover his weakness.

A little snooping wouldn't hurt. Harry had promised to go in and out quickly. Simple now that everyone was gone. He estimated he had fifteen minutes at most.

Harry stopped at a corner, ducked into the shadows, and caught his breath. His heart pounded painfully against his ribs. He was out of shape. This would've been easier with a broomstick. Unfortunately, Voldemort's stronghold was protected by enchantments. Hermione had barely managed to break through them.

"Half an hour max, Harry. I can't keep the spells broken for longer," she had warned.

Harry recovered and crept along the fortress walls. Everything was surrounded by impenetrable barriers. He cursed under his breath.

He pulled out his wand and aimed it at his feet. Seconds later, he soared through the air and landed safely on the battlements. He exhaled in relief, leaped down, and landed on the ground.

Before he could catch his breath, he felt a wand press against his back.

"Don't move!"

Harry froze.

"Drop your wand."

He obeyed. The voice belonged to a young woman.

"Hands up."

Slowly, Harry raised his hands, his mind racing with escape plans. Hermione would kill him if he didn't make it out alive.

"Turn around."

He complied. He was right—the one holding him at wandpoint was a young woman with fiery red hair. If she weren't scowling so fiercely, he might even have found her attractive.

The woman stumbled back in shock when she saw his face.

"Potter?"

xxx

Ginny couldn't believe her luck. Harry Potter had walked straight into her hands. Her Master needed to know. She was already rolling up her sleeve to touch her Dark Mark when she suddenly received a hard kick to the ribs.

She fell backward with a loud thud onto the grass, the air knocked out of her lungs. Harry stood over her, his wand pointed at her. His green eyes gleamed in the night. For a moment, her breath caught—not because of the blow to her ribs, but because his eyes were as dazzling as emeralds.

"Lesson one, girl: never take your eyes off your enemy," Harry muttered.

Ginny growled in anger. He called her girl. In the same condescending tone everyone used to address her. She was a grown woman, for Merlin's sake.

She reached for her wand, but it had slipped from her hand and lay just out of reach. She could hear Harry chuckling.

"So, this is who Voldemort leaves to guard his fortress? How pathetic." Harry took a few steps back, shook his head, and turned away from her.

A curse flew past his ear, narrowly missing him and setting the grass in front of him ablaze. He jumped back, glaring.

Ginny smiled sweetly, holding her wand in her hand. "Lesson two, boy: never turn your back on your enemy."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for this." He aimed his wand at her, muttered a spell, and a moment later, Ginny felt her body go limp. She collapsed to the ground, helpless, as Harry stepped over her and entered the building.

Xxx

Ginny woke with a start. The stars twinkled above her, unbothered. It was still dark. How much time had passed? She quickly looked at her watch. Ten minutes. She needed to warn her Master.

She rolled up her sleeve but hesitated before touching the Dark Mark. What if Harry was already gone? Calling Voldemort for nothing would result in punishment. She shivered at the thought.

She leapt to her feet, her body unsteady. She saw her wand lying nearby. Potter was truly careless—or perhaps so arrogant that he didn't even bother to take her wand.

Or he didn't think you were worth the effort, a cruel voice in her mind suggested.

Ginny pushed the thought away, grabbed her wand, and ran inside. She couldn't waste time. She had to find him.

xxx

Potter was gone. Ginny was sure of it. She had searched every room. She had messed up. How could she be so foolish?

She had allowed herself to be distracted by his appearance. By those green eyes. She could have kicked herself. She had trained her entire life for moments like this. She knew how to hurt, maim, even kill.

Couldn't she do anything right?

Ginny stormed through the empty hallways until a noise to her right made her stop. She turned her head. It came from her Master's private quarters. The area was strictly forbidden. Everyone knew that. Except, apparently, Potter.

With her wand at the ready, Ginny crept toward the door and nudged it open. Harry stood with his back to her, studying a painting.

Ginny pushed the door wider, letting her eyes quickly scan the room. There was a wardrobe, a bed, and a nightstand. Surprisingly sparse for a Dark Lord. Then she refocused on Potter.

Harry pulled the painting aside, revealing a large hidden door. "What the—?"

Ginny froze. She was curious, too. What lay behind that door? Voldemort had nothing to hide from her. And yet, she had known nothing about a secret door.

Potter opened the door with a spell and climbed through. Ginny had to admit his courage—or stupidity. Who just entered a hidden chamber without hesitation?

Harry's footsteps faded into the distance. Ginny waited a few moments before deciding to follow him. The door swung shut behind her.

She was in a tunnel. It was pitch black, so Ginny used Lumos to light the way. Potter was nowhere to be seen, but the tunnel stretched onward.

Suddenly, Ginny hesitated. Was this a good idea? She reached back for the door, but it wouldn't budge.

She cursed under her breath. She was trapped. She had no choice but to follow Potter.

The one advantage of being trapped was that Potter was, too. It wouldn't be long before Voldemort returned. He would find her and free her.

She just needed to subdue Potter first. Everyone knew Voldemort wanted to kill him personally.

Ginny crept forward, her wand lighting the narrow tunnel. The farther she went, the darker it seemed to grow. Her breathing sounded loud in the confined space. She cursed herself. She needed to be quieter if she wanted to catch Potter.

Come on, she told herself. You've trained for this. You can do this.

The tunnel ended in a chamber with more branching tunnels. Potter crouched on the ground, studying something intently. He seemed completely unaware of her presence.

This was her chance. Ginny raised her wand. To her annoyance, her hands trembled.

She whispered a spell. Potter spun around, startled. "No, don't!"

But it was too late. A red beam shot from her wand, missing Potter and hitting whatever he had been inspecting.

The ground shook violently. Potter glared at her furiously. "You idiot!"

"What—? I—" Ginny began, but before she could finish her sentence, a loud rumbling noise came from above. She looked up in horror.

The ceiling was collapsing, and it was coming down fast.

A/N Please leave some reviews and if I should continue or not.