(A/N: This is my first attempt at writing Tom/Ginny fanfiction…or first attempt at writing ANY kind of fanfiction for that matter…GAH! I really hope you enjoy it! If you have any suggestions, message me or tell me what I can improve on in a review. Thank you!)
Chapter I
Petrified
The cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley were busy as usual. Witches and wizards, young and old, bustled about, entering and exiting shops. Among the crowd was seventeen-year-old Ginny Weasley, running errands for her mother. Quills, parchment, and a copy of Enchantment in Baking. Ginny repeated the list in her head as she squirmed her way through a group of children huddled around a shop window. Quills, parchment…BANG!
Ginny's thoughts were interrupted by an unusual loud cracking noise followed by screaming. She spun around and saw six dark-hooded figures, with wands drawn, advancing on her. Letting out a terrified yelp, Ginny turned and started running, nearly tripping over herself as she did so. Death Eaters. In Diagon Alley. What is happening to the world? Ginny thought as she frantically pushed past an elderly couple, who were oblivious to the situation. She turned a corner, and rested against the wall of Eeylops Owl Emporium, trying to catch her breath. Just as she thought she was safe, one of the Death Eaters apparated in front of her.
The Death Eater cackled evilly. "Fancy meeting you here, Miss Weasley."
Ginny grimaced, and felt her heart beat faster. I can't die here like this! I've got to fight. I won't go down without a fight. Ginny thought frantically, summoning all of her Gryffindor courage and raising her wand. She was just about to cast a stunning charm, but the Death Eater was too quick for her.
"Stupefy."
Before completely blacking out, Ginny saw what was left of the once safe and innocent Diagon Alley; now a devastated and crumbling boulevard, and knew that her life as she had known it was over.
Groaning as she lifted her head from the cracked stone floor, Ginny looked around the room she was thrown in. It was small and dark; about as big as her closet at the Burrow. The only source of light came through a small crack under a heavy oak door. She was in a prisoner's cell. Whether it was deep underground or high in a tower, she couldn't tell because of the lack of windows. Ginny shook her head trying to remember why she was here. Quills, parchment, Enchantment in Baking…Death Eaters! Her memories of the events before flashed through her mind. Letting out a small sob, Ginny ran to the door and began to pull on the rusty handle, until it broke from under her fingertips. Abandoning all hope for escaping, Ginny sat back down on the floor, folding her legs into her chest and shutting her eyes. I won't go down without a fight, she chanted again. Whatever they want, they won't get it easily.
Beginning to collect herself, Ginny steadied her breathing and opened her eyes, only to see a pair of feet under the door, walking toward her cell. In an instant, Ginny's breathing was heavy again, and she felt as if her heart had dropped to her stomach. The door opened with a quiet creek and in stepped a masked Death Eater. Without any word or warning, Ginny was dragged out of her tiny cell and thrown into a group of prisoners from the other cells. The Death Eater motioned for them to follow him, and all obeyed, fearing what would happen if they had attempted to escape.
They were led to a long hallway lined with torches on the shadowy walls. A faint dripping sound could be heard if one was quiet enough, but Ginny could hear nothing except her own heartbeat, which was pounding rapidly in her chest. At the end of the hall stood a tall, dark-haired man, with a rather bored look on his handsome face. Ginny's heart stopped. It was Tom Riddle. He was exactly as she remembered him back in the Chamber of Secrets in her first year, only slightly older. He pushed his dark, wavy hair to the side as it spilled into his equally dark eyes. Ginny cursed under her breath and tried to hide behind the old witch standing in front of her.
"What shall I do with the new prisoners, my Lord?" asked the Death Eater, bowing before Tom.
"Send them to the lower dungeon. I have to make room for the captured Aurors," replied Tom motioning lazily toward a staircase with his arm.
The group of prisoners followed the Death Eater toward the stairs. Ginny ducked her head, trying to walk past Tom without him noticing. Just a few feet more…he hasn't spotted you yet. Just a few feet more… Ginny had almost reached the first step down into the dungeons when long, slender fingers wrapped around her arm. Tom grabbed her and spun her around to face him.
"And who is this? Ginevra Weasley?" Tom said, his eyes flashing excitedly. "That Weasley red hair was a dead giveaway."
Ginny remained silent, she couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. He was still holding her arm, and knowing that a cold hearted, mass-murderer was touching her made her tremble with revulsion.
"Look how you've…grown. You've become so beautiful…so developed," said Tom, his eyes roving over her body. Ginny trembled again. Tom had never looked at her like this when she was eleven, back in the Chamber. His eyes held a hunger, and it made Ginny uneasy.
"Bring Miss Weasley to the guest room," Tom ordered to the Death Eater. Without another word, the Death Eater grabbed Ginny roughly by the arm and started to drag her out of the hall.
"No, no." Tom said, waving his finger at the Death Eater. "I said she is a guest."
Reluctantly, he loosened his grip on Ginny and mumbled "follow me."
The two walked in silence through the hall until they reached a large room lit by a large, golden chandelier. It seemed that the place was not only young Lord Voldemort's fortress, but also his home, because of the extravagant decoration. Ginny followed the Death Eater up a grand oak staircase, marveling at the exquisite atmosphere. It was such a contrast to the prisoner's cell she had been in. She was so absorbed in her surroundings; she tripped on the dark green runner on the stairs. The Death Eater laughed, but didn't offer to help her up. Ginny grumbled and continued to follow him. They reached a door at the end of the upstairs hallway.
"You will stay here until Lord Voldemort instructs otherwise," the Death Eater said, pushing Ginny into the room. At this, she began to grow angry.
"I don't give a damn what 'your Lord' says! I refuse to be—." The Death Eater slammed the door in her face.
"You will stay here until instructed otherwise!" He repeated, locking the door from the outside.
Ginny let out an exasperated growl and turned to the room. She looked around. "For being the most evil dark wizard in the world, he sure has good taste in interior decorating."
She laid down on the blue and black bed, and stared at the ceiling. Harry will find me. Once the Order finds out I'm missing, Harry will save me from him…again… Ginny shook her head to clear her thoughts, and fell asleep.
Several hours later, Ginny woke up to a sharp knock on the door.
"Err…come in?" She said groggily, sitting up on the bed.
The knob turned slowly, and Tom stepped into the room. His eyes still held the same light of excitement as they had earlier.
"So, Ginevra, I have thought about what I shall do with my new prisoner. I could kill you, that is always fun…or torture you, another exciting option. Or, I could use you as a bait to lure Potter into a trap. In time, perhaps, but for now I think I can use you for something a bit more fun," he said, grabbing her by the wrist.
"No!" Ginny screamed, as she flailed and thrashed against Tom's grip on her. He dragged her up a spiral staircase, not affected by her screams of protest or her struggling. They reached a pair of large, oak doors and Tom stopped. He picked up Ginny, who was still kicking and screaming, and slung her over his shoulder. He flung the heavy doors open and stepped in the extravagantly decorated room. Then, with a sadistic grin, he threw Ginny onto his black and green king-sized bed, and locked the door behind him.