Ginny ran down the dark corridor and tore at the door. It was stuck. She screamed, and turned around, unwilling to believe the situation she was in. With her back to the wall about twenty Death Eaters advanced upon her. She screamed again, her scream piercing the air in front of her, and, for the second time that day, she collapsed, unconscious.

Voldemort pushed through his Death Eaters, and knelt before the unconscious woman on the floor. He saw her shock of red hair, and her slightly disappearing freckles. He laughed, a ringing sound that echoed through the corridor. He picked the woman up in his arms, and went through the wall to his right, where there was a hidden door.

After going through the maze of corridors that was his headquarters, he entered a small room. He threw the woman on a bed in the corner, before walking out, and locking the door. He set two of his Death Eaters to guard her, and then he went back to his own quarters, with only his inner circle.

'Macnair, Lestrange, Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy, I need your help.' He said the moment he was in his private drawing room. Five people out of the seven before him stepped forward, and he dismissed the other two.

'Macnair, you and Lestrange are to partner up for your new mission. Both of you are to gather more recruits. Go to Diagon Alley, use the disguises I had made for you, and use the imperius on everyone who is not willing. Start your mission tomorrow, and spend tonight making sure your wands and disguises are in top condition. Understood?'

The pair nodded, and walked out of the room. Voldemort then turned his attention to the only three people, other than him, in the room.

'Lucius, you and Narcissa have an even more important mission. You two are to use your disguises, and get jobs at Weasley Wizard Wheezes jokes shop. You are to then gain access into the order, as our last spy there was found out. Within the order, you are to make sure that everyone is imperiused. We simply must win this war.'

The two nodded and left the room, aware that, without his saying it, the same conditions applied as with the last pair.

'Draco. You have served me well since your sixth year. Now I need you to do something that you may hate me for, but is of uttermost importance…' Voldemort told Draco of his mission, and Draco nodded, before leaving the room. Voldemort was left all alone, and he smiled to himself. If it were the last thing he did, he would kill everyone who opposed him.

Draco went to sleep, and the next morning found he was locked in a dark cell. He was starved for weeks, and looked paler than he ever had in his life, when Voldemort decided to move his cell.

Three weeks of being locked in a room, and Ginny was sick of it. There were no windows, and only one door. The only furniture in the room were twin beds, at opposite ends of the room, and she felt thoroughly bored. Every day she was taken to a large room with mountain loads of food. She wouldn't touch a thing.

Then she was taken back, and locked in again. Today had been no different. Except that today she received a roommate.

She was lying on her bed, not tired enough to sleep, but still giving it a shot, when the door opened. She whipped her head around, hoping that maybe the good side had one the war, and they had found her, and she was being released. No such luck, she realised when a frighteningly skinny and pale man was shoved in.

He seemed really jumpy, and nervous, and Ginny felt instantly as if she needed to help him, so she went and sat beside him, on his bed.

'Hi, my name is Ginevra, Ginny for short. And you are…?' She waited for his reply.

After a while it came.

'Draco.' Ginny felt herself withdraw slightly, but stopped herself at once. If this were Voldemort himself, the way he had obviously been treated, she would have done her best to look after him. She couldn't help it; she worked with cases that were sometimes rather similar everyday… Until she was kidnapped.

Ginny put her arm around him, and hugged him tightly. 'Are you ok?' Draco shook his head. Ginny knew, without him saying it that he was not. 'Do you want me to heal you?'

'You don't have your wand. I wouldn't want you to strain yourself over me.' Ginny laughed, and Draco looked at her, confused.

'I almost flunked out of St. Mungo's Healers Academy, because I didn't know any healing spells that worked, and they made me a healer. Besides, I have been working there without my wand since the war began. My Mum snapped my wand in half…'

Draco looked at her, shocked. 'You mean, you're a natural healer?' Ginny nodded, and gently laid her hands over his heart. A pure white light seemed to beam between her hands and his chest, before he was looking his old self.

'You… Healed me… I thought all the natural healers were on Voldemort's side.' Ginny shook her head.

'I am undiscovered. Please help me keep my secret, he would either kill me or…' Ginny stopped, unable to say the last words on her mind. Draco nodded, understanding what she meant, and hugged her.

Two Death Eaters opened the door and barged in, Voldemort coming in behind them.

'Ginevra Weasley, I believe it is time that we got to know each other better.' He waved his hand at the room's back wall, and a door appeared. 'When you are ready, Crabbe and Goyle here, will help you to the dining room.' He was staring at Draco the whole time he was talking, and Ginny's insides screamed, hoping he knew occulmency.

Voldemort turned on his heel, and the two Death Eaters followed him out, shutting the door behind them.

Ginny was curious, so she decided to play along with whatever Voldemort had planned for her. She opened the door, to a beautiful bathroom, with the softest towels Ginny had ever seen.

She closed the door behind her, with a soft click, and started getting undressed. She slipped into the huge bath, and fell asleep momentarily in the hot water. When she woke up, she swore, realising the water was cold. She got out, and started drying herself.

When she was dried, she wrapped her hair in one towel, and her middle in another. Then she looked for her clothes. When she couldn't find them, she almost screamed.

'Missus. I was instructed to give you these missus.' Ginny turned, and saw a house elf holding out some sort of soft material. Ginny took it gratefully.

'Thank you… What is your name?' Ginny saw the poor elf had lots of dried blood all over her bare arms and legs.

'My name is Herptarne missus.' The elf said, with a low bow. Her red eyes seeming to glow in her pale skin. Ginny knelt on the ground before the elf, and placed her hand gently over her arms, and then moved them to her legs. Herptarne waited, patiently, and gasped when she saw all the blood was gone, and her skin had a healthy glow.

'Thank you missus!' The elf squealed with excitement, and was unable to contain her joy, so she hugged Ginny. Ginny smiled and hugged the poor elf back.

'Your welcome Herptarne. Ginny then stood up, and started getting changed. She soon found out the soft material was a dress made up of dark green silk, with silver embroidery.

The dress was low cut, but modestly so, and revealed a small amount of cleavage, and a silver necklace that she had had since her coming of age. It had a small crystal on the end, which she was given specially, for her healing talent.

The dress had off-the-shoulder sleeves, and collected on the floor. Ginny felt insecure in the dress, because she felt sure that she would trip in it. After she was dressed, Herptarne spelled Ginny's red hair so it collected in perfectly falling curls to her waist.

Herptarne stepped back, to survey her work, and decided Ginny needed some make up. When they were finally finished, Ginny's freckles had all disappeared, a feat she had long since given up, and her cheeks were red. Her lips seemed more full, and definitely redder. Her soft brown eyes were enveloped in thick mascara, that really lengthened her lashes, and she had green eye shadow, with silver glitter.

Ginny went back into the room she now began to realise was her prison. She found Draco on his bed, with his head in his hands, and Crabbe and Goyle were just inside the doorway, waiting for her. At the soft click of the door closing, all three of them looked up.

Draco looked at Ginny sadly, and with a look of longing in his eyes, while Crabbe and Goyle just looked at her like their usual stupid gorilla selves. Ginny stood nervously in the middle of the room, and played with her necklace self-consciously.

Goyle stepped forward and grabbed Ginny's small wrist, before leading her out of the room, and going through a maze of corridors. After feeling thoroughly lost, Ginny found herself in a large room.

The room was filled with thousands of tables, and at the tables sat thousands of Death Eaters. Crabbe and Goyle led Ginny over to the table at the very top of the room, shoving her in one of the two only seats at the table. They then went off and sat with the other Death Eaters.

After a minute, the large set of Willow doors behind Ginny opened, and a tall figure, wearing all black came in and sat down across from Ginny. Ginny's heart started pounding faster. It was Voldemort.

The plates on the tables filled with food, and everyone cheered, before pigging themselves out on everything. Ginny felt thoroughly disgusted. She decided to herself, that if any of them suffered from food poisoning, she would help them.

Only Ginny and Voldemort didn't even touch the food in front of them. After a while, Ginny realised he was trying to be a gentleman, and wait for her to start, so she decided not to touch anything, no matter how much her stomach rumbled.

After a while, the eating began to die down, and Voldemort stood up. He turned to face all of the Death Eaters, and Ginny pretended to be paying close attention to her plate, but was really listening harder than she thought she ever could have.

'My faithful followers! Tonight is a time to celebrate. I have finally found it! The key to our success, and I will not let it slip through our fingers! Tonight, we will attack the order, they have been fed some cock and bull story about us attacking the muggles, so, naturally, we wait until they are all set up to fight us, and we grant them their wish!

'When they are all dead, or injured, we will have won! The war will be over, and I WILL RULE THE MAGICAL WORLD!' At this, Ginny couldn't stand it.

Ginny stood up, and started yelling the first things that came to her mind.

'YOU WILL NOT RULE THE MAGICAL WORLD, OR ANY WORLD! THE ORDER WILL KILL YOU, AND ALL OF YOUR STUPID FUCKING FOLLOWERS! AND I WILL LAUGH! THAT'S RIGHT! AND WHEN YOU ARE ALL DEAD, THE WORLD WILL BE GOOD AGAIN!'

At this, Ginny flung out her hand. A dark black gas spilled from her outward turned palm, and all of the Death Eaters who breathed it in began to choke. Ginny then proved her statement true, but laughing at their suffering.

But hers wasn't the only laughter filling the room, she soon realised that Voldemort was laughing. She stopped, and the black gas soon seeped away.

'Meet, our weapon.' Voldemort said, still laughing as he walked out. Suddenly the rest of the Death Eaters laughed, and Ginny collapsed from exhaustion.

A/N first chappie. Next one in about a week. Please review. Thank you.