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Hiding Place	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 15060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Every time he looked at her, Harry felt his heart expand. He had not realized that what he felt was love until last year. But now he knew it, every time those beautiful brown eyes always sparkled and her smile lit the room. Ginny Weasley was his soul mate.

Everything was prepared. Harry had sent the owls last night and Mr. Weasley should be arriving one hour before his daughter.

Harry paced the darkened carpet in the sitting room of number 12 Grimmauld Place. He eyed, the minute hand was just clicking into place over the twelve, and the clock began to chime six o’clock. He watched the fireplace with anticipation, his hands clasping and unclasping behind his back, small beads of perspiration were forming on his forehead.

There was a “THUMP!”, and a large figure stood in the midst of a cloud of ash int the fireplace.

Mr. Weasley had arrived. Harry stepped forward to mutter a few cleaning spells to clear the dust and ash. When all was clear and settled he motioned towards a chair opposite where he was now standing.

“Please have a seat, Mr. Weasley,” Harry gestured.

Mr. Weasley moved towards the chair and eased himself into its soft and inviting form.

“Arthur, if you please Harry. We have known each other a good while. And with all that’s gone on over the years, I see no reason for formalities,” Arthur interjected.

“Sir… Arthur,” Harry hesitated, “I assume you know why I have asked you here today?”

“Yes, I think I do,” he replied smiling profusely.

“I would like your permission, Sir, to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage this evening and for your blessing on our union,” Harry stated rather timidly.

Arthur just grinned. Slapping his hand on his thigh, he got up and clapped a hand onto Harry’s shoulder. “It’s about time, son. I would be delighted to have you in the family.”

Harry was relieved; he had thought it would have been a lot more difficult.

“Thank you,” Harry breathed out.

“Well, I just have one question, and I wouldn’t be a dad if I didn’t ask it. Why do you love my daughter?” Arthur inquired.

Harry was a bit surprised at the question, but only smiled before answering.

“There are so many reasons, and to pick just a few would do her a disservice. Just know I love her for being Ginny. I love everything that makes her Ginny--the good and the not so good. The two of us were partners from the start. We were friends first, then allies, then finally--when I screwed my head on straight--we were lovers,” Harry quickly noted Arthur’s upturned eyebrow, and covered with, “Not in the physical sense sir, we decided a long time ago to wait before sharing that special piece of ourselves. Rest assured we will both be virgins on our wedding night.”

At that, Arthur seemed to release the breath he was holding.

“Very well said, Harry. I look forward to the announcement of the date of your nuptial’s,” Arthur said, standing up and heading for the fireplace. “One more thing, Harry: she likes romance, as I am sure you know. She has been dreaming of this day her whole life, so make it as special as you can.”

“Don’t worry, she will be speechless after tonight,” Harry promised.

Arthur nodded, then stepped into the fireplace and disappeared.

Wand in hand, Harry set to work creating the perfect setting for that evening.

At seven p.m. sharp, Ginny arrived in the front hall. Harry greeted her with a gentle kiss.

“What do you have in mind tonight?” Ginny queried.

“You’ll see, love,” Harry replied, producing a dark red silk scarf.

Ginny eyed the scarf with amusement.

“Close your eyes,” Harry gently commanded.

After she had closed them, he moved behind her and blindfolded her with the scarf.

He led her towards the sitting room and guided her in, closing the doors behind them, then gently drew her towards the center of the room. Placing his hands on her waist, he lifted her up and sat her on something that felt alive. Getting down on one knee, he whispered the spell to take away her blindfold.

“Open your eyes, Ginny,” Harry told her.

What met her eyes was nothing short of amazing. The room was gone and they were in a darkened meadow. Stars sparkled brightly from what should have been the ceiling. She was seated on a beautiful white unicorn, and a bubbling stream gurgled nearby. Shafts of moonlight streamed down onto a kneeling Harry. Ginny was awestruck.

“Ginevera Molly Weasley, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Harry asked, shaking from head to toe nervously.

Tears started falling from her eyes, but the smile that shone from her lips told him they were happy tears.

In his hand was a gold ring set with the most beautiful pink diamond she had ever seen, shimmering in the moonlight.

“Y-yes,” she stammered.

As Harry placed the ring on her left hand, brilliant fireworks exploded around them in different shapes and pictures. There were hearts, roses, doves, entwined hands, and pictures of Harry and Ginny’s faces.

She jumped down from the unicorn, wrapped her arms around him, and pressed her lips onto his. He could taste the tears, her joy and passion.

A Few Months Later

The Daily Prophet had run the story months ago. Harry Potter was getting married. Buried in the inside pages was a small article of how they had so romantically saved themselves for their wedding night. That article had gone unnoticed by many that had only read the headlines, but someone did notice.

Voldemort was weakening. The spell from years past was wearing down; even his magic was waning. He needed more power to cast another spell to rejuvenate his body. Soon, even his closest followers would begin to see the weakness. Knowing the ritual needed, he only needed one thing: A virgin defiled. Virgin of both entrances.

And not just any virgin would do for him. He had the perfect one in mind.

Ginny Weasley was excited about getting a special owl for invitations. Heading down the crowded street she made her way to Eeylops Owl Emporium. She was supposed to be meeting Harry and the rest of her family back at Florean Fortescue’s ice cream shop in a few hours. She and Harry were going to spend the rest of the day together after that. The wedding was only a few days away, and so they all were doing the shopping for the final preparations. She was so lost in her happiness that she didn't notice she was being followed.

A hard push sent her into a darkened alleyway she had never seen before. Tall, dark, hooded figures started streaming into the alley after her. Ginny found herself reaching for her wand only to find it not there, filling her with dread as she realized it must have fallen out when she was pushed. Her eyes darted down the alley to see a dead end, and upon opening her mouth to scream, a blinding green flash was sent her way, closing it with a clamp, sending tears into her golden eyes.

A circle of six Death Eaters surrounded her small, pale figure. Flaming red hair mussed against her face, and fear etched itself into her features. Ginny was petrified, alone, and unarmed.

They glared at her as one pulled out its wand, and a deep male voice whispered a spell.

"Impedimenta!"

She crumpled to the ground.

One of the Death Eaters pulled an object from his cloak, the rest clutched each other, and one of them put a foot on Ginny's throat.

The whole crowd vanished from the dark alley.

In a small dungeon in an unknown location, six black-clad Death Eaters surrounded the small, feminine body. With a wave of a wand she was lying naked, pale and almost lifeless on the floor. Two hoisted her body onto a stone altar, each fastening her legs and arms with manacles.

They all took off their masks knowing there was no need for secrecy anymore. It was time to begin the ritual and prepare the girl for their master. The closest one, Lucius Malfoy, undid his trousers and pushed up his robes, and started pushing his pale member hard into the small, pink opening of an unconscious Ginny.

He wanted to make this interesting, so he produced a small silver blade and began slashing her arms, an evil, erotic grin spreading over his now unmasked face. He slammed violently into her, withdrawing almost completely to do it again. With each thrust, he tore her sacred flesh. Then he took the blade and sliced a different part of her body. First the tender part of her underarm, then one nipple, then he carved a sadistic looking circle on her belly, placing his initials 'LM' in the middle, and lastly he sliced her point of passion in half.

A strange expression crossed her features as her eyes rolled back and forth under her closed lids. Her mind told her she was only getting jostled by the train she was riding and Harry was there next to her, holding her hand. Her love for him so blatant across her face, turning her smiling eyes up at the vision of Harry.

As her eye fluttered open the dark hair started to grow long and silvery blond, that face stretched and evil, silver eyes replaced loving green. Then she screamed. Silver-green sparks went flying around the union, then focused into a beam that shot towards a darkened corner.

Her mind drew her away once again and her eyes floated shut.

Small pale breasts were streaked in blood as the Death Eater held on to her arms, smearing the blood to paint pale skin crimson. He pounded harder, then, --when she had screamed again --he laughed and thrust once more until he pulled out and spilled his seed into the pools of blood.

"Playground school bell rings again

rain clouds come to play again

has no one told you she's not breathing?

Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to.

Hello!" ~ Evanescence

Peter Pettigrew, who had also been a part of the capture party, undid his trousers next and pulled out a large cock, stiff with arousal. He hadn't had a decent piece of flesh in years, so this would be quite a treat. Very nice of his master to let them have some fun while participating in this ritual.

He grabbed the pale legs, jerked her body up, pushing them wide open and moved between them. His face held a malicious grin as he slammed his cock into her bloody and torn opening.

Her eyes opened again at the second intrusion. Her body still refused to respond to her attempts to fight, and her mind went into total shock. This wasn't happening, this wasn't real, it was just a nightmare. She would wake up and know that it was all a dream. Even as pain sliced through her small, delicate body, her mind was wandering away from reality, trying to find a hiding place.

"If I smile and don't believe

soon I know I’ll wake from this dream

don't try to fix me I'm not broken

hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide,

don't cry." ~ Evanescence

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head showing only the whites of her eyes below the pounding Death eater. Taking her flesh for his own, blood dripping from the ripped vagina, he started thrusting harder, splashing blood over the floor, making it flow like a stream. He let out a howl of pleasure, sending more sparks and another magical beam towards the darkened corner, as he pulled out and spilled his seed over her pale stomach.

Four more Death Eaters used her body, cutting her, raping her, and releasing themselves onto her torn, bleeding body. When the last had finished, a tall, dark figure walked in from the shadows. Dark red eyes surveyed the delicious picture before him.

"Turn her over," he demanded.

A few mumbles of "yes, master," and several hands grasped the limp and bloody body, took off the manacles, and turned it over, revealing clean, pale flesh.

The Dark Lord ran his hands down her back and into the cleft of her buttocks.

"Yes, nice and young, and totally innocent. I will drink her power," he whispered, to himself.

Pulling out his wand, he whispered an ancient spell. The blood started to glow a pale pink as it dripped from her body, where it had been making small lakes under her. His hands gathered some blood and brought it to his waiting, thin, gray lips. He drank in her essence. Reaching down he coated his pallid cock, which was glowing magically silver-green, in the crimson liquid. He spread the cheeks of her arse and plunged in, tearing her flesh, sending more streams of blood dripping toward the floor. As he moved inside of her, he continued to whisper a single spell.

"Scindo."

With each whisper, a fresh slice appeared on her back, blood oozing out of each line. He bent his head to drink from the rivers pooling down her back. He urged himself on, taking devilish pleasure in this horrific display. He pounded, slammed, rammed, and slapped deep inside her tight, bleeding arse, grunting like a pig. He was getting close, and she was almost drained. He kept lapping up the blood flowing from her flayed body.

Ginny felt nothing in the place she the place she had found in her head, a dark place, curled up into a ball, waiting. A thin stream of light appeared and started coming closer to her. In that moment, she knew all she had to do was walk into the light.

"Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

hello I'm still here

all that's left of yesterday."~ Evanescence

As the Dark Lord emptied himself inside her, the body grew instantly cold, purple under the blood paint.

"She is dead, discard her," he said, then paused. “No, send her to Potter.”

Then he walked out of the room.

~Fin - Written for the Challenge of Tears on RestrictedSection.org *Review if you can*

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Ok here is my citation, please let me know if I did it wrong...

Song: 'Hello' - by Evanescence - From the album "Fallen"
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