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WARFARE
CHAPTER ONE -
Captured
Ginny had been there for ten months, not being able to partake in the Wizarding War. Due to malfunctioned security, and lack of Wards, Death Eaters had kidnapped her.
Her brother, Bill Weasley, was there with her, he put up a good fight, all the while his little sister was unaware of what was going on downstairs, her bedroom was just under the attic. The anguished shout of "Ginny!" was what alerted her, made her snatch up her wand, and dash down five flights of stairs. The scene that greeted her tugged at her heartstrings. In the middle of the room lay her brother's body, and hooded figure standing over him clad all in black, and his face was covered with a white mask.
Her gasp of surprise and sadness alerted the anonymous Death Eater responsible, who turned and raised his wand, Ginny's slipping out of her hand -
"Stupefy!"
When Ginny came to her senses, the smell of singed flesh and slime stung her nostrils; the sight that greeted her was the same of what her nose had smelt.
"Bill..." she began crying into her mucky hands after realising that Bill no longer existed.
"Stop blubbering!" hissed an aggravated voice, "you'll be out of here soon enough!"
"Whosair?" she said groggily.
"No questions," the contemptuous voice came again.
"Where am I?"
"Dungeons. No more questions or I'll string you up and make you wish you'd never been born." At that instant, a door up ahead banged open and Ginny could hear footsteps making their way forward.
"Malfoy," Ginny heard the guard say in the same unconcerning voice. "What do you want?"
Ginny heard Lucius Malfoy's voice retort. "The Dark Lord wants to take a gander at his new...prisoner."
Ginny heard the sound of a rusty metal lock being opened, and dim light flooded through a doorway in front of Ginny, stinging her eyes.
"Out!" demanded the guard.
She stood up, wobbling slightly, her knees were weak despite obeying the order; falling would have been a sign of weakness, and Ginny wasn't going to let her guard down.
"Ah, Miss Weasley," Malfoy said as Ginny approached. "I don't think this grime will be tolerated by the Dark Lord," he said, with a sinister smirk twisting his lips.
"Where am I?" Ginny demanded, her courage simmering.
"You are in no position to be demanding answers," he said, in a smarmy voice. Ginny spat at him. "Very rough around the edges I see, but that's to be expected coming from a dirty muggle-loving family!" he said clearly, before giving a cold, short laugh.
Lucius Malfoy pushed Ginny out of the dungeons, and into the main part of the house, shouting "Turvy!" an instant POP! echoing Lucius Malfoy's call.
"Take Miss Weasley to get," he looked her up and down, "cleaned up." He pushed her away from himself once more, and walked off, sharply turning a corner.
"Hold on to Turvy, Miss," squeaked the house elf.
But, the house elf already had Ginny's hand, and disappeared with another resounding POP!
Lucius Malfoy was once again taking Ginny somewhere; Ginny's bet was placed on Lord Voldemort. Despite her relentless courage earlier, fear was racing through her veins, as though her unease had replaced her red blood.
They stopped at a large brown oak door, right at the end of the corridor. Ginny felt she could have fainted right there and then with the building anxiety. What could he want with her?
Knock Knock
Mr. Malfoy entered the room, dim light was provided by the candelabras hanging on either side of the small room.
"My Lord," Malfoy went to his knee, bowing his head. Ginny felt she could have laughed at the sight; a Malfoy bowing down. But fear throttled any thoughts of bursts of laughter from Ginny's mind. "Miss Weasley."
The chair facing the fire swivelled slowly, revealing...an extremely young man. Ginny, again, would have laughed had the extremely young man not been Tom Riddle. From the vivid description Ron had given her of Lord Voldemort he was meant to look like, in short, a snake. Tom did not look like a snake.
Despite no appearance of a hideous monster, Ginny's heart skipped five beats.
"Rise, Lucius," came the voice that Ginny had heard a thousand times in her first year at Hogwarts, soothing her. "Leave us now."
It was probably the only time she wished that Lucius Malfoy, or any Malfoy for that matter, would stay in the same room as her, as the door clicked shut.
"Long time, no see, Ginny," Tom said, leaning back in his chair, setting his gaze on Ginny's body, who was staring blankly ahead, unable to comprehend any situation where it would be possible for him to have ever come back as a young man.
He smiled a wicked smile, and Ginny's life ended.
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