Chapter 1

The war was over….but for Ginny Weasley it meant much more than that.

Voldemort had died but his followers had proven far craftier than any of the Order thought possible.

Antonin Dolohov had taken control of the Death Eaters and he was a man of no small amount of cunning. He had rallied the Dark Lord's follower's mere days after the battle of Hogwarts when the Riddle fell and succeeded in making a push for the Ministry which had just been liberated and was being used as a temporary headquarters for the Order while the Burrow was being repaired after the wedding.

Because the wards were not back to their full strength surrounding the Ministry they had fallen to the Death Eater thugs with very little effort and second battle for power had commenced. Ginny was glad that Lestrange was dead because she still had her husband and his brother to contend with.

They seemed to focus their attention on her and Ginny knew right away when she saw Rudolphus's twisted leer that she was in for the fight of her life. The both of them had set upon her and she was hard pressed to defend. The area they were fighting in, the enormous atrium right by the golden fountain was filled with bright lights and flashes like a fireworks display although no one had time to admire the colors.

Ginny had fought harder than she had at the battle of Hogwarts because she knew that these Death Eaters had nothing to lose anymore and so would try to impress upon the Order that if they were going to go down, they would bring all of Dumbledore's followers with them.

Ginny had barely seen George fall and a cry of rage left her mouth which gave her the strength to try a new spell that Harry had taught her. It was call sectumsempra and he had only used it once before, strictly charging her to use it only at her greatest need.

In the back of her mind, she was sure that the situation she was in indeed qualified as a need.

She'd slashed her wand through the air and watched in a state of almost morbid disconnect at the look of astonishment on his face as a thin red line appeared on his neck, gushing blood in the most gruesome fashion. She'd watched as the head, now disconnected from the neck toppled from atop his body and hit the floor with a gruesome splat.

She looked down at the puddle of blood around her feet and smiled a grim smile. She must have looked like some sort of wild beast indulging in the high of a first kill right then.

That was all the red head had had time for before she was set upon by his brother Rabastan screaming and swearing his vengeance.

This fight was different from the one with Bellatrix's husband in that she felt almost as if her limbs were heavier, her motions slower. His seemed too though and the color washed out of the world making her feel as if they were duelling in an enormous pit of molasses.

They weren't though and Ginny was determined that she wasn't going to die by this bastard's hand or any other.

She had been taught in her fourth year that she in order to cast one of the Unforgivables, she had to mean it, she had to want to see the person she cast it upon suffer.

And with the sudden fall of her mother to Fenrir Greyback, a roaring filled Ginny's ears and a red mist came down upon her vision.

She turned her wand on Rabastan and cruciod him until he was on his knees at her feet choking on his own blood. Ginny stepped on his hand and broke it before giving him a savage kick in the head that rendered him limp and dead.

She then turned the spell on Greyback who appeared to be about to feast on her mother's corpse and sent a blast of the red light at his exposed back. The rabid wolf was flung into the opposite wall of the Ministry with a crack and landed on his stomach, neck rolling to one side clearly broken.

Ginny allowed herself a moment of grim satisfaction before she dashed off to see what more could be done.

It was too late though.

Like dominoes, the rest of the Order were falling to the remaining Death Eaters and the fight was soon back into the Department of Mysteries where a familiar battle for a familiar prophecy had taken place which seemed like a lifetime ago.

Ginny continued casting spell after spell taking down as many Death Eaters as possible, but one by one her family and friends fell around her to the assault.

In time, Ginny was the last one left and she was splattered with blood. She must have looked like a wild animal to them and she could see some of them looking at her warily.

"Fierce as a demon she is," Dolohov purred looking at her greedily. "It would be a shame to have such a beautiful girl killed. And she's a pureblood too even though she's a blood traitor. Seems a shame to have her die. Bring her to me, I want her alive and then she'll know what it's like to have a real pureblood, not a half blood son of a whore."

But Ginny had no intention of letting them take her alive. In fact she had no intention of walking out of that room alive. And so she decided to use a spell that she had found in a book in the restricted section at school the year Harry, Hermione and Ron had been off looking for Horcruxes.

It would be difficult and probably tire her greatly but at this point she had nothing to lose anymore.

And so she hissed out the words to a spell that was so unspeakable that knew she could never let the Dark Lord learn was it was."

"Multiplio."

The spell had an interesting effect for its purpose was strictly intended to kill and to kill many at one time. Ginny felt a searing pain fill her and the sensation was one of being ripped in half.

She managed to glance up in time to see a dozen identical images of her though blurry with a knife in her hand appear at the sides of the Death Eaters in the room and stab each one of them neatly in the ear as far as her knife would go.

Harry had given the neat little blade to her before he left for his journey to complete Dumbledore's final mission. He said she was good enough with her wand to protect herself, but that he would feel better if she had something just in case her wand was taken away.

A wordless cry came from the mouth of every Death Eater as the shadow image of Ginny sent the blade straight into the brains of each Death Eater and watched them fall to the floor.

Then as searing and sudden as the pain had come….it just stopped and the shadow image of a red head beside all those bodies dropped to the floor.

Ginny dropped to her knees along with them, panting and gasping for air.

It had taken a great deal of magical effort to do what she had just done but she couldn't even feel pleased in the strength of her magic for when she looked around she saw the bodies of her friends and family lying amongst the Death Eaters and a pain seized hold of her heart worse than when she had used to spell seconds earlier.

She pressed her fist to her mouth but a muffled sob still slipped out.

What in Merlin's name do I do now?

It was something Ginny didn't want to think about and at the moment she longed to be with her family.

But they were lying dead around her and her mother or father would never embrace her again. George and Fred would never ruffle her hair and tease her and she would never hear Ron complain about the Chudley Cannons losing streak or hear Percy berate Ron for his laziness in school.

She would never have a family again.

They were all gone.

And in that moment it became clear what she needed to do.

Ginny turned behind her and looked at the shimmering silver Veil only a few feet away.

That same Veil had taken Sirius a few years earlier and what's more she was sure it had been a painless death.

What is there left for me here?

Her decision now clear and not taking time to talk herself out of it, Ginny gripped her wand in one hand and her bloody knife in the other before she strode to the Veil, walked through the cold silver light…..and fell.

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When she awakened once more the red head was shocked to discover she wasn't in some type of afterlife with her friends and family waiting to greet her with open arms.

Rather she was in a desert with the sun beating down on her.

Ginny looked around and realized within a few seconds that she was not in England anymore and that she was sitting in a wooden cage on a pile of straw with a great deal of other people all female. They were darker skinned than she was with black hair and brown eyes. They all had the same sad defeated look about them and they were all chained by the neck with steel manacles to keep them from moving too much. The smell was horrid and she fought the urge to gag and forced herself to breathe through her mouth. It was obvious these people had been living in their own filth for god knew how long when she had somehow landed next to them and she swallowed a few times before the urge to gag dissipated though she could still feel the bile rising in her throat.

The wooden cage swayed back and forth a few times as if it were sitting atop something that was moving and Ginny grasped hold of bars to keep from sliding.

She then took a moment carefully to look around her. Though the people crammed in around her were all female, some looked as young as six and were crying softly while the older ones tried to comfort them. There were burns and scabs and bruises and lacerations on many of their backs that looked extremely painful.

So far it seemed as if none of them had noticed her presence though.

The girl sitting next to her looked at her in surprise. She was a pretty girl despite being dressed in rags and had large brown eyes and olive toned skin with long dark hair that fell to her waist. It was matted and greasy from a long time without a wash and her face was gaunt from lack of her food. She was sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees which were pulled up to her chest and trying desperately cover her modesty at the same time.

Where the bloody hell am I? Ginny thought. She obviously wasn't dead and if this was the afterlife than she had made a sorry mistake walking through the Veil.

"Where are we?" she asked the girl sitting next to her seeing as she seemed more likely to talk than all the rest of the people in the wooden cage.

The other girl's eyes took her in with surprise and Ginny could tell that she hadn't realized she was there. She had probably just appeared next to her in chains. Ginny knew that even with them though she probably looked vastly different than the rest of the people there. Her scarlet hair and blue eyes would immediately mark her as different.

She looked down with distaste and noted that she was dressed in rags as well that were barely covering her.

That was probably the point.

Finally the girl next to her got over her surprise at seeing her and blinked probably thinking she had been dreaming. "We are on our way to Qarth to be sold."

"Sold?" Ginny asked in horror, ice filling her veins in place of blood.

"Yes, we were caught on the way from Astapor but because we're closer to Qarth than there, the slavers are taking us to that city to be sold."

Ginny blinked, her sense of vertigo slipping. "And where is this Qarth….and Astapor?"

The girl looked at her as if she were a simpleton. "In Essos across the Narrow Sea from Westeros."

Oh bloody hell.

It became obvious to Ginny that she was in a strange land about to be sold as a slave and that death had not greeted her on the other side of the Veil.

She glanced outside of the wooden cage and felt the movement of a cart underneath them. Looking ahead, she saw a pair of horses pulling them led by people who were dressed in pale pastel tunics and had whips in their hands. It appeared that they were in a long train of wagons pulled by horses across an endless desert of golden sands.

The sun beating down on her made Ginny unbearably thirsty and she looked around frantically for her wand, wincing as the manacle around her neck caught at her skin.

As soon as her hand closed around it and she realized she had been sitting on it, she breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say the words to unclasp the damned thing around her neck when something stopped her.

Even if she got free…..where would she go?

As she looked around all she could see was desert for miles. There were no trees, no lakes or oasis to assuage her thirst.

I'm just as dead out there as I would be in here.

Although the thought of being sold as a slave terrified her, she comforted herself with the fact that she wouldn't be one for long because as soon as she was out of this blasted basket and the manacle around her neck was gone she would make a run for it.

"Are….Are you okay?" The girl beside her whispered. "You look distressed."

Ginny laughed grimly. "I suppose I am." She turned to the other girl. "What's your name?"

"This one's name is Missandei," she said quietly. "And you?"

"Ginny," the red head told her. "How did you….I mean how did they capture you?"

Missandei looked down at her hands in shame and Ginny could see thick tears gathering in the girls eyes and she sniffed hard in an effort to keep them from falling. Feeling compassion, Ginny reached and gently took her hand.

The girl gave her an odd look but seemed to appreciate the simple comfort. "My master was Kraznys one of lords of Astapor. He bought me for my looks and…."

She trailed off and Ginny felt bile rise in her throat when she realized that her new friend had been raped and abused by a monster.

"After a year I couldn't stand it any longer and…..and I ran," Missandei sniffed. "I didn't know where I was going to go but I had to get away. But they caught me again and now they're dragging me….all of us to Qarth. Perhaps if the gods smile upon me I might have a nice master."

Ginny wasn't sure about the gods here in this strange place but whatever they were she didn't think they were going to help her and Missandei from a lifetime of slavery.

Her magic would have to do for that.

Already she could feel it sizzling around her, making the air hotter and she took a few deep breaths in an effort to calm herself.

Soon…..very soon she would be free.

"How much longer are we from…Qarth?" she asked frowning at the unfamiliar word.

"Look up ahead," Missandei sniffed drying her eyes with her free hand. "You will see the walls of Qarth approaching."

Sure enough when Ginny looked up, she saw the walls of an enormous city rising to greet her. They were so high that she could not see over the top of them and she could only imagine what was behind them.

Would it be help….or horror?

She swallowed hard and squeezed Missandei's hand again. "Don't worry. I'm make sure we're safe."

The red head could see in the girl's eyes that she didn't believe her, didn't see how she could and Ginny decided she was going to have to show her instead.

All of a sudden the carts jerked to a stop before the gates. Ginny watched as the slaver who had been walking beside her cart stride up to the front to speak to one of the men who was clearly in charge.

After a few moments of heated conversation, Ginny watched the man stride up to stand before the gates and call out in a loud voice in an unfamiliar language.

"What is he saying?" Ginny asked, frustrated that she didn't understand.

"He is calling for the Thirteen of Qarth to open their gates and see the wares that their faithful servants have brought them," Missandei said in a small voice.

Ginny felt her blood boil.

After a few long moments of complete silence there was a harsh grinding sound that made her want to cover her ears if they weren't chained and her eyes widened to see the great gates of Qarth opened.

Ginny craned her neck, trying to see inside and was a relieved when a delightful smell reached her nose, washing away the stink of the cart and the dust and filth of travel. It was the smell of ripe fruit and exotic flowers. Ginny filled her lungs with the smell, glad she no longer had to breathe through her mouth.

Inside the city, she could see palm trees and tall buildings lining the streets that looked as if they were made of bronze and sun toasted golden sandstone. The sky was blue and a warm breeze lifted her long scarlet hair off her shoulders.

It must be nice to be a noble in one of those houses, Ginny thought enviously. She pitied those who didn't have magic that were going to be sold. She at least could protect herself. They couldn't.

At once the wagons were pulled forward into the city streets and Ginny steadied herself from the rocking. She kept a hold of Missandei's hand, seeing that the girl was frightened.

Ginny was too furious to be scared.

Finally after what seemed like a very long time, the chain of wagons pulled to a stop in front of a wooden platform that appeared as if it had been set up strictly for the purpose of auctioning off slaves. Ginny knew it was on that block that she would be sold.

The slavers came round to the doors of the wooden cages and proceeded to open them, dragging out the slaves on the manacles around their necks, pulling them to the ground and sometimes kicking them when they fell.

Ginny had no sooner been brought out along with Missandei and she gripped her wand tightly when she felt a hand under her chin.

"Well aren't you a pretty thing? How did you wind up in that cage with all those other leeches?"

Ginny looked up into one of the slaver's leering eyes. He was eyeing her with lust and she felt her skin crawl. She knew she looked different from all the dark haired olive toned slaves in the cages and because of her fiery hair and blue eyes and ivory she would stick out like a sore thumb.

She jerked her chin away from him and scowled when she saw his eyes light in amusement. "A feisty thing aren't you? Good. I like my girls tough. Maybe I'll keep you for myself when this is over."

"Don't touch me," Ginny snarled.

His eyes darkened with displeasure. "Insolent little bitch! You'll know your place."

He raised his hand to hit her but before he could one of the other slavers grabbed his arm.

"No bruising the merchandise," he hissed at him and Ginny could see the other man squirm. This one was obviously the leader but they all looked the same to her. "This one will go for a good price. She's far more beautiful than the rest of this lot. You mark her down by hitting her and taking coin from my pocket and I'll mark you down by taking your hand. Is that clear?"

Ginny was amused to see the fear in the other man's eyes. "Yes."

"Good. Now get her and the rest of this lot up on the plank. We have customers waiting."

Ginny was yanked up onto the platform with all the rest of the slaves and felt furious when the wind blew and almost exposed her.

Already a number of people had gathered and while their eyes roamed over the wares in bored disinterestedness, she could see a lot of them were looking at her.

Most of them wore long tunics of very colors and chains of gold around their necks and jewels on their wrists and fingers.

What awful place have I fallen into? She thought for the one hundredth time.

Missandei held tight to her hand. "You shouldn't have provoked him Ginny. He'll hurt you for it."

Ginny scowled at him. "He's a bastard. I'm not afraid of him."

Missandei's face paled. "You should be. He does terrible things to the women."

Not to me he won't, Ginny thought fiercely. And if he tries I'll slit him from balls to brain.

The bidding began at fifty golden dragons which appeared to be the currency of choice in this place.

Ginny watched as golden coins exchanged hands and one by one, slaves were led off the stage and towards their new masters and mistresses. They kept their heads low even as the manacles were removed from their necks.

The bidding continued on and on and she licked her dry cracked lips. Her throat was so parched she couldn't even swallow any more. As the sun beat down on her, she felt her head begin to ache and longed for a glass of water.

"How much for that one? The red head with the blue eyes?"

Ginny snapped her head up when she heard one of the people below calling out about her.

The man who had taken such liberties with her earlier tilted her chin up so the crowd could see her and a murmur of approval went up.

"She's not going for any more than four hundred dragons," he said leering lustfully at her. "Beauty like this doesn't come along every day. She'd be good in the pleasure houses."

There was a murmur of approval from the crowd and with that the bidding for her began.

The haggling over her was fierce and Ginny watched as two men nearly got into fisticuffs over the price of her.

"Now now good sirs, I'm sure you can come to some kind of arrangement. Perhaps you can share her," her jailor said chuckling.

"Five hundred dragons!" someone called out.

"Six hundred!" shouted another.

"Eight hundred!" cried a third.

"Two thousand dragons."

Ginny's head snapped up at the sound of the person who had spoken in shock.

She had heard that voice before.

Everyone else in the crowd was turning around at the sound of the voice as well and Ginny's blue eyes took in the form of a man standing at the back of the crowd watching the proceedings with hard eyes.

He was older and his dark eyes had a harder look to them that she remembered. There was a little grey at his temples and a few more lines around his eyes. He was dressed as richly as everyone else was and his long dark hair was oiled and gleaming. His fingers were bedecked with jewels and there was a rich red ruby hanging at his throat.

In one hand there was what appeared to be a golden cane, but Ginny had a feeling it held his wand so that no one would see it. He had made jokes to her about doing that so he could make fun of Lucius Malfoy before he died.

His eyes were fixed on her and he appeared very angry….though not with her.

She could still see the scar on his neck that had been there since he escaped Azkaban in Harry's third year.

In that instant, relief like she had never felt came upon her like a wave and she almost wanted to cry.

"Sirius!" Ginny whispered in shock.

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So you guys seemed to like Winter Phoenix so much I thought I'd try my hand with another Harry Potter/Game of Thrones crossover. I've always had a soft spot for Ginny and since I have no stories out right now about her, I thought I do one featuring her. I hope you like it and don't forget to review!