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Face of War	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 19603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- First, as always I would like to thank Eclectic Pet for taking her time out to beta my work! Secondly I feel I should warn my readers that this chaper has some very dark spots and includes outright rape. You have been warned.

Kain- Thanks, it is good to be back! Yes I know I have been hinting at it for years now, and now everyone knows the prisoner really was Hermione. I hope no one is disapointed.
sara- I am glad you are enjoying my stories, it is the exact reason I write them!

Ginny-
I’ve been back in my own room for a few days now and the mood is still filled with tension. Both Daphne and Millicent have been overprotective of me since my return and I think they both feel guilty as if they let me down in some way.
Tracey on the other hand has been doing everything she can to keep her distance from us and spends a lot of time with Bellatrix. I wonder if she’s actually helping or if she’s getting in Bella’s way while she works on Hermione’s room.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Daphne asks pulling me from my thoughts.
“A healer saw me this morning Daphne, I’m fine.” I remind her as she fusses.
Today is going to be a big event for the Empire. The first of many auctions to sell off the muggleborn slaves that have been kept in camps up until now. Tom has made it perfectly clear I will be spending the day at his side and that it will be today that I must choose Hermione’s future husband.
The thought of Tom makes me think back to those days in his room as his plaything. We never actually had sex but he brought me to the edge of pleasure many times for his own amusement. He spent hour upon hour training my body and mind to react the way he wanted. I shift in my seat and realize even the thought has turned me on.
I shake my head pushing the feeling away and giving Daphne my attention once again since I realize she’s been speaking to me.
“...ke all this secrecy either. You should be able to be open with me. How can I serve you properly otherwise?” She asks and I wonder what was in the rest of that speech.
“Soon Daphne.” I tell her tiredly. “Just focus on the staff they’re letting us hire. You are going to have a lot of positions to fill in a few short months. We need to find five more companions, and how many guards?” I ask shaking my head.
Daphne frowns. “Six.” She says after a moment.
“What?” I ask looking over my shoulder at her.
“I thought I would be taking the position of your assistant.” She says with a slight frown.
“You are.” I tell her still confused.
“Then Milly will be the only companion you have so you are going to need six more.” She says slowly.
“I was counting Tracey.” I lie and look at my knees.
“I asked about that. She’ll be taking up the post of Mistress full time once you are married and will no longer be needed as a companion.” She tells me, though I already knew that.
“Oh, good.” I say standing and pacing over to the mirror to see how I look. The girl looking back at me looks tired and beaten and I shake my head. “I can’t do this.” I say suddenly turning to the girls. “I need to fly.” I say thinking about the only thing that ever made me feel better.
“You can’t my Lady.” Daphne says painfully.
“Look at me!” I snap then rubbing my face. “Listen to me! When did I become this person?” I ask feeling a bit of panic. When did I become his whore?
A frown crosses Daphne’s lips before she grabs my hand and pulls me from the room. “Wha- where are we going?” I ask as she pulls me down halls and up stairs. It takes a long while before I’m standing in the last place I want to be.
A painting of a large woman looks down at us with a severe expression. “Let her in.” Daphne orders in a hard tone.
“Password?” The painting asks coldly.
“She’s a Gryffindor!” Daphne snaps angrily
“She doesn’t live here.” The painting argues.
Daphne continues to argue with the painting as I shake my head walking away sadly. I’m not sure why she thinks facing my house will help but being up this high gives me another idea. I head up in a different direction. Glancing back, I see Daphne still fully engaged with the painting so I decide to just leave her behind.
It takes some doing but it isn’t long before I find myself at the Astronomy Tower, I can’t help but smile as the cool winter wind whips through my hair. I move to the edge and look down on the Hogwarts grounds.
Below there are setting up for today’s event with heating spells and tables with drinks and food. I see a tent set up for the muggleborns and two raised platforms. One for the sales and the other with a large throne constructed on it for Tom to sit. I can’t help but wonder who I’ll see on that stage today, if I’ll know the people as they are sold like chattel.
I walk around the edge of the tower slowly until I have a view of the Forbidden Forest. With a quick glance back at my guard, I see he’s standing in the doorway, back to the castle. Before he can do a thing, I hike myself up onto the ledge in a graceful move. I stand there so that the full strength of wind can hit.
I take the cool air into my lungs as my hair and fancy green gown flutters around me in the breeze. Snow has covered Hogwarts and the bite of winter only adds to the feeling of freedom that fills my chest and head. This is where I’m happy. This is where I live.
“Get down from there.” Nott orders darkly.
“You work for me.” I say dismissively stretching my hands out to my sides and up into the air.
“If you kill yourself I’ll be soon to follow.” Nott says sounding closer and mad.
“If you take another step I will step off.” I say glancing back at him with only seriousness in my eyes. Once I’m sure, he believes me I go back to flying.
I’m not exactly sure how long I lose myself in the wind, but when it ends, I know Nott isn’t the one who’s acting. With a sudden jolt, I feel myself being pulled back and thrown to the ground by the force of his magic. I look up through now messy hair at Tom’s enraged face.
“What did you think you were doing?” He growls, his wand still pointed at me.
“Flying.” I answer the pain in my knees doing nothing to break my peace.
“Do you know what I would do to all those you love, if you went flying?” He asks darkly still in an obvious bad mood. I must have really scared him I realize.
“I wasn’t trying to kill myself, my Lord.” I tell him as I slowly get to my feet. “Just trying to get some air,” and actually feel myself smile. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”
Tom narrows his eyes as he takes in my calm form then nods after a moment. “I had come to your room to take you to see your pet before the gathering today.” He says coldly. “Now I don’t think there will be time.” He says then turns to leave.
I frown at not getting to speak with Hermione today, but the peace I found in the few moments would be worth waiting until tomorrow. Once Tom is completely gone Daphne steps out of the doorway and looks at me with concern in her eyes.
“I wasn’t trying to kill myself.” I say as I read her expression. “Look at me.”
She eyes me for a long moment before nodding. “So coming up here helped?” She asks before taking my arm so we can head back to the room.
“I think so.” I tell her and actually smile. “It’s not going to be easy being his wife.” I tell her when we’re about half way down.
“I wouldn’t think so no. But on the upside, most men fear pregnant women so you’ll get some time off.” She says with a small smile.
I chuckle and nod slowly. “I don’t see him as being different in that respect.”
Luna-
I sit at my vanity for a long time looking at myself and examining every inch of my face. I would have to face Ginny today, and I wasn’t sure I could do it after what I had told the resistance. My mind starts to wonder, when or if they will follow my advice.
“Miss?” Minty says softly to get my attention. “Miss, Master bad man is here pick you up.”
“Send him up.” I say not wanting Blaise to accidentally run into Nicolaus while he was here.
I’m still looking in the mirror when he comes into the room.
“You’re not even dressed.” Came Blaise’s smooth voice.
“I can’t decide what to wear,” I tell him as I finally pull myself to my feet. “How does one dress for a Slave party?”
He sighs and shakes his head as he walks over to me. “Getting this all out now?” He asks wrapping his arms around my form.
I rest my head against his chest suddenly wanting to lay all my worries at his feet. “Yes.” I say instead knowing he would never understand.
“Do your hair and I’ll take care of the robes.” He says kissing the top of my head before moving to my closet.
With a sigh, I sit back down and start to twist my hair up into something neat and professional. I was going as a reporter after all, so I thought I could get away with the look.
“You know you have such a pretty neck.” Blaise says as he moves behind me running a finger over my skin.
I let out a soft laugh as something silly occurs to me. “I’m no longer a freak am I?” I ask remembering our first conversation.
“Oh you’re definitely still a freak, but I think it makes you more alluring now.” He tells me with a rueful smile.
I bite my lip wanting a distraction from my thoughts. Getting to my feet, I start to slip out of my robe.
“I should leave.” Blaise says setting clothes on the bed for me.
“You don’t want to watch?” I ask him teasingly as I let the fabric slip off my shoulders and pool on the floor.
“I’m not a strong man.” He says, as his eyes seem to devour me.
“Am I really that much of a temptation?” I ask walking over to my dresser to find underclothes to put on.
“Only because I can’t have you.” He teases without taking his eyes off me or moving to leave.
I find a set I like and start to slip into the purple satin.
“I can’t wait till we’re away from all this and enjoying each other’s bodies.” He says wistfully and I feel his eyes on my every move.
“Oh? When is that going to happen?” I ask looking over my shoulder as I adjust my bra.
“On our honeymoon.” He says sounding as if the answer was obvious.
“Honeymoon?” I ask freezing in place. “We’re going on a honeymoon?”
“I’ve already started arranging it.” He says moving closer, I feel lips on my neck as the last of his will has obviously broken. “A month in Venice.”
“A month?” I ask with a frown, my mind going over all the horrible things that could be happening here in a month.
“We need time Luna, time to relax and really enjoy one another.” He says frowning at me.
I frown back at him and tilt my head. “You should enjoy yourself.” I say nodding more to myself than to him. I step away from his warmth and turn to look him in the eye. “Maybe find yourself a sexy woman to enjoy.”
“I’ve already done that.” He says catching my hand and pulling me back against him. “I know this marriage isn’t exactly romantic Luna, but why can’t we still enjoy each other? I know you like me, and I’ve grown very fond of you.”
“I just don’t know if I can relax for that long, what about the magazine? What about Ginny?” I ask looking up at him.
“What about the Weasel?” He asks his voice dark.
“Are you jealous?” I ask with a deep frown.
“Am I jealous? Of him? No.” He says and I can see the colors of deceit all around him. “What do I have to be jealous of exactly?”
“You think I’m in love with him?” I ask timidly.
“People like me don’t need things like that.” He says, as his voice turns cold. “Get dressed, we should head over soon.” Without giving me another chance to speak, he leaves the room.
I sigh and pull on the robes he’d chosen without even really looking at them. They're a deep blue color, still professional, but fitted to me like the rest of my new clothes.
When I make it into the entrance hall Blaise is standing there smoking one of his green cigarettes. I know it isn’t exactly tobacco and I worry about us going to this event with him high.
“Should you be doing that?” I ask walking over to him.
“It relaxes me, you should try it sometime.” He says holding it out to me.
I frown at it for a moment before deciding to take a risk. I need something to calm my nerves and conscious at the moment. I draw in a slow breath like I used to watch my father do on his pipe, then let the smoke out slowly after holding it in my lungs for a moment.
“You’re good at that.” Blaise says as an arm comes around my waist. “Ready?” He asks before Apparating us to the point outside of Hogwarts.
We walk up the long path through the castle gates and find the place has been set up with tents and heating charms for those invited to the auction. There’s a stage where musicians were playing now and I figured the auction would take place once everyone was gathered. Another platform was raised above the crowd as well; this one held a single snake carved throne and a large scarlet pillow.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the pillow as my stomach starts to sink even more.
“What’s wrong now?” Blaise asks as he looks in the direction I’m facing. “You knew he was going to be here.” He added not understanding my worry.
“Last time she had a chair.” I point out as I turn my face away and let him guide me to the open bar.
Blaise chuckles ordering us some drinks before lighting up once again. “Yeah Draco told me she’s made some new deals since you got the chance to see her last. No one’s sure what’s she’s getting, but she’s really become his little plaything lately.”
I sigh looking around at the others that have started to gather. Many I know from reputation as members of rich and pure families. They all seem friendly with each other and many even have smiles for Blaise.
“You know you’re one of the few of her old gang that even cares about her anymore.” Blaise says as he wraps his arm around my waist. “Most think she’s a little slut that gave into the Dark Lord first chance she got.”
I glare at Blaise shaking my head. “Not those who really knew her.” I say firmly and avoid looking back at the throne.
“Blaise!” A woman with beautiful chocolate skin and large hazel eyes came rushing towards us from across the party. Her hair braided into the tiniest braids I’ve ever seen and falls in graceful rivers down her back.
“Lisa.” He greets her with a kiss just shy of her mouth making him pull away from me. “I thought your family was still enjoying Greece?” He asks in an easy tone.
“They are, but I wanted to come back to see what’s happening at home, you know I can’t stay idle for long.”
I suddenly remember the girl from being in my house, only a year above with Blaise I guess. From the way she stands near him I can tell they’ve tasted each other and for some reason that makes me feel hurt. I know Blaise likes women, that he’s been with many of them and that he plans to keep seeing them once we’re married, but still it hurts.
“Lisa this is my friend Luna.” He finally remembers that I’m there and I frown at how I was introduced, ‘his friend’?
“Luna?” She asks her eyes moving to me for the first time and I see shock in them. “Looney Lovegood?” She asks sounding all the more amazed. “Wow, you've changed.”
“Death and destruction of everyone one loves will do that to a person.” I say not feeling the need to play politics with her. “I’m going to go sit down.” I tell him and walk away from the two of them while Lisa was still stunned.
I watch the two of them for a while. Wondering if he’ll sneak away with her today while they’re here. There is nothing stopping him from having sex with other women leading up to our wedding, only me.
“One of his many conquests.” Comes a rather tired sounding voice from beside me. I glance over to see a man dressed in guard’s robes. His sandy hair and blue eyes ring a bell in my head, but I can’t exactly place him.
“I know.” I say with a shrug as if I didn’t care how close they were standing.
“I think everyone knows how Blaise is.” He says before giving me a friendlier smile. “Theodore.” He says holding out his hand and everything clicked into place.
“Luna, but you already knew that.” I say taking his hand. “How mad are you with me?” I ask trying to sound friendly still.
“I’m not mad anymore.” He says giving me a lopsided smile. “I can’t really compete with Zambini when he puts his mind to something. He wanted the Radcliffe fortune and now he’s getting it.” He says easily.
“It’s so kind of you to make me feel like luggage.” I tell him in a sweet tone.
“Aren’t you?” He asks with a laugh glancing at his watch. “A guy like that see women as nothing more than targets. Things he wants.”
I look back at Blaise and nod slowly. “True.” I say thoughtfully.
“I should be heading back, but I would like to actually talk sometime if you’re ever free.” He says standing.
“Where are you going?” I ask with a frown.
“I’m the consort’s main guard today. I got a break after there was a scare this morning, but I need to get back before the Dark Lord and she head down.” He says trying to sound impressive.
“Scare?” I ask with a frown wondering if Ginny was okay.
“Can’t really talk about it now, but maybe later?” He asks taking my hand and kissing it before heading off.
I frown as he rushes away wondering if he’d just come to introduce himself.
Daphne-
Ever since Ginny returned to her own room she refuses to talk about what happened with the Dark Lord. She won’t tell me why she agreed to marry him or any of the other conditions, only giving me vague answers about how he’ll tell me when I’m permitted to know.
I know Milly feels guilty about whatever happened when they were together. Whatever it was that triggered all of this. I see that she is trying to make up for it by being overprotective now. I can tell this and my behavior is driving Ginny up the walls, but I’m not sure how to fix it until things are more settled.
At least we’ve been rid of Tracey for the most part, as she’s been spending a great amount of time with Bellatrix of all people. Another mystery I can’t solve now is the fact there is now a door leading into our Lady’s room from the wall opposite the bathroom. Tracey and the insane witch have spent most of their time beyond it since Ginny’s return.
I look at Ginny now and frown. She looks tired and worn and I know at the best of times she would hate today’s event. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” I ask as I start to do her hair.
“A healer saw me this morning Daphne, I’m fine.” She says as if I’m speaking of her physical wellbeing.
“My Lady I just don’t think he should be making you face all of this while he’s keeping you so worn. I’m worried that this is going to be the final crack that makes you break.” I say as she nods to my words. “I don’t like all this secrecy either. You should be able to be open with me. How can I serve you properly otherwise?”
“Soon Daphne.” She says tiredly and I’m pretty sure she wasn’t actually listening. “Just focus on the staff they’re letting us hire. You are going to have a lot of positions to fill in a few short months. We need to find five more companions, and how many guards?”
“Six.” I say frowning
“What?” She asks looking up at me.
“I thought I would be taking the position of your assistant.” I say timidly thinking maybe I assumed too much.
“You are.” She says still looking flustered
“Then Milly will be the only companion you have so you are going to need six more.” I remind her slowly.
“I was counting Tracey.” She says then looks away from me making me think that isn’t true, but it does remind me of something.
“I asked about that. She’ll be taking up the post of Mistress full time once you are married and will no longer be needed as a companion.” I tell her thinking that may make her a bit relieved.
“Oh, good.” She dismisses in the same distracted way she’s been with everything since her return.
Suddenly she gets up and walks over to a mirror on her wardrobe door. She looks at herself for a few moments before shaking her head “I can’t do this.” She says softly turning back to us. “I need to fly.”
“You can’t my Lady.” I tell her regretfully, though I know she already knows.
“Look at me!” She bites and rubs her face. “Listen to me! When did I become this person?” She asks sounding as if she’s about to lose it.
I frown as I try to think of what could remind her of who she was. With a sudden strike of inspiration, I grab her hand and lead her from the room. I’ll take her to Gryffindor tower; the common room there must hold some good memories.
“Wha- where are we going?” She asks in confusion, but I say nothing until we’re standing under that large ugly woman.
“Let her in.” I order the painting in a fierce tone.
“Password?” The painting asks coldly.
“She’s a Gryffindor!” I tell it angrily. She hasn’t been here this year but that doesn’t make her any less a part of this house.
“She doesn’t live here.” The painting argues.
“That doesn't mean she can’t visit! She is a student here.” I tell the ghastly thing.
“Then she should get the password.” The woman says smugly.
“You know this house is supposed to be honorable and brave and all, but you people have done nothing but treat her horribly for being stuck in an even worse situation!” I yell in frustration before I realize Ginny just heard all of that.
I turn back to her slowly to get her reaction but find she isn’t there. My stomach sinks as I get a bad feeling about what could be happening now. I notice Nott is gone as well so I feel a bit better until I see him rushing down the hall towards me.
“Where is she?” I yell not liking the look in his eyes.
“Astronomy tower.” He says a bit winded. “She just threatened to jump off, I shouldn’t have let her get so close to the edge, I wasn’t thinking.” He says in a panicked voice.
Nott and I run back to the tower only to find Ginny on the ground at the Dark Lord’s feet. Relief washes over me, before I remind myself how severe his punishments can be. Well at least she isn’t dead.
“Flying.” She says in a calm tone like having the Dark Lord’s wand pointed at your head means little.
“Do you know what I would do to all those you love, if you went flying?” The Dark Lord asks in a deadly tone.
“I wasn’t trying to kill myself, my Lord.” She says calmly as she gets to her feet. “Just trying to get some air. I’m sorry for worrying you.” She says sounding as if they were having a normal conversation.
There is a moment of silence as the Dark Lord assesses her. “I had come to your room to take you to see your pet before the gathering today.” He says coldly. “Now I don’t think there will be time.” He tells her before turning towards us.
Nott and I quickly step out of the way so the Dark Lord can pass. Once he’s gone, I step out onto the tower and look at Ginny. I realize how very worried about her I was and I resist the urge to hug her.
“I wasn’t trying to kill myself. Look at me.” She says in a much calmer tone than she had back in her room.
I look her over and realize her whole posture is different now. She looks as if she got a true break from the horror of her life. “So coming up here helped?” I ask before taking her arm and heading back to her room.
“I think so.” She says with a smile. “It’s not going to be easy being his wife.” She adds a few minutes later.
“I wouldn’t think so, no. But on the upside, most men fear pregnant women so you’ll get some time off.” I tell her trying to lighten the mood a little.
She actually laughs nodding at my words. “I don’t see him as being different in that respect.”
“No, I don’t imagine the Dark Lord will be a very hands-on father.” I say with a smile as my mind starts to wonder what kind of father Draco would be.
She looks a bit sad at these words, but it’s a different kind of sad than before. “Do you think he would allow me to have a big family?” She asks softly.
“Like yours? I’m not sure if you’d want to go through that seven times. Your mother was a god.” I say lightly.
She laughs and nods. “They really wanted a daughter.” She tells me a bit shyly. “That’s why they stopped with me.”
“Do you want a daughter?” I ask knowing that most noble lines will prefer sons.
She thinks about it for a moment and shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t think I care. Children have never really been my aim in life, but…” She shakes her head. “I’d like them, now that I think about it. Lots of them. How about you?”
I frown and think about the child I’ll never meet. My hand moves to my stomach and Ginny puts a hand on mine.
“I’m sorry.” She says regretfully.
“I won’t make a good mother.” I say after a moment. “I’m too wrapped up in other things, but whoever I marry will expect an heir I’m sure. So more than likely we will only have one.”
She takes in a long breath and shakes her head. “I think you would make a great mother if you wanted.” She says with a smile. “Look at how well you take care of me.”
I grimace at her and she actually laughs again. “I’m not dead yet.”
Ginny-
Daphne almost completely redresses me for the event, as she has to fix both my hair and dress. I’m starting to think of these elegant gowns he has me wear in public as a kind of armor, keeping me safe from the eyes and thoughts of the people around me.
When she finishes, she has me dressed in a long bell sleeved velvet dress the color of dried blood. My hair is pulled back today in a long French braid down my back which only shows off the collar, he still makes me wear, all the more.
I’m still not allowed shoes and with the auction happening on snow covered ground that presents a bit of a problem as we get to the castle doors.
“How?” I ask frowning down at the snow and biting my lip.
“Draco is going to carry you to his platform.” Daphne says reassuringly as she slips a fur-trimmed cloak over my shoulders. It’s also velvet, but more of a deep golden color than the red of the dress.
“He won’t get in trouble?” I ask thinking about how close he would have to hold me to carry me all the way to the gathering.
“No, he’s been given special permission. The Dark Lord looked in each of your guard’s minds this morning to see which one would be least likely to act undesirably.”
“Not George?” I ask sounding a bit confused.
“Something about stray thoughts of making a run for it with you.” Daphne says with a small smile.
“Ah, that makes sense, is he alright?” I ask wondering if he was punished for the thoughts.
“The Dark Lord says they were fleeting enough that they don’t worry him, but he still wouldn’t want to tempt the boy.”
“That’s good.” I say with a nod as Draco approaches bowing his head to me. I give him a smile. “Did you ever think you would see the day when you are the least lecherous of your friends?” I ask him teasingly.
“No, my Lady, but I simply don’t see you that way anymore.” He says as he sweeps me up into his arms and heads down towards those gathered.
“I have some other things to attend to; I’ll meet you after, my Lady.” Daphne calls as I sit stiffly in Draco’s arms.
“So you did once?” I ask once we were half way down.
“Once yes.” He nods slightly. “After I actually noticed Weasel’s little sister at all, I had some very bad thoughts about what I could do to her, but more recent events have cured me of those fantasies.”
“Good to know.” I say as he sets me down right on the stage where Tom is already waiting. I nod my head to him and turn back to my future husband.
“You look better now.” He says as he helps me to my feet and leads me over to a large red pillow for me to kneel down on.
“I feel better.” I tell him while I arrange my dress around me. “I’m going to need an outlet of my own.” I say without knowing I was going to.
“Hum?” Tom asks as he looks over the slowly growing crowd. As people pass the stage, they bow to him before moving on.
“An outlet. Something that relaxes me. If you don’t want me to snap and completely lose what you desire about me.”
I feel his hand wrap around the base of my braid so that he can jerk my head back to look into his eyes.
“What do I desire about you?”
“My willingness to look you in the eye and spit in your face if I’m angry.” I tell him without flinching.
He chuckles and nods slowly before letting go of his grasp on me. “It does keep things interesting. What sort of outlet were you thinking?”
“Flying.” I say without need for thought.
“Like on a broom?” Tom asks sounding as if he thinks the idea is ridiculous.
“I was on the Gryffindor quidditch team before I became your plaything.” I point out frowning. “I’m a good flyer.”
“And if you decide to fly away?” He asks with a frown. “Or try to kill yourself by jumping off?”
“You have George. I wouldn’t do either of those things as long as you could hurt him.” I counter.
“I’ll think about it.” He says in a way that I know the conversation is over.
After that, some of the people walked up onto the platform to speak with Tom about favors they wanted or things they wished to offer him. The talk was so dull I frown and glance at him for a moment.
“I need to use the loo.” I tell him shyly just wanting to get away from the suck-ups.
“Be back before it starts,” Tom says then smiles slightly as an idea forms in his head “and you walk.”
I frown as I look down at the cold ground but nod nonetheless. I move to the stairs pulling my cloak around me tightly before stepping into the cold snow. A shiver goes through me but I cast a warming spell on myself to take care of the worst of the chill.
As I wander away from the crowds, I hear the steady footsteps of my guard in the snow behind me. I take a longer way up to the castle than I need to, just wanting some time alone to collect my thoughts on what this auction actually means before I have to watch people being sold off.
When I’m halfway to the door I’m aiming for, I hear the guard’s footsteps speed up and look back to see what changed. It was only in that moment I realize the person following me wasn’t my guard at all.
It surprises me to see Michael rushing at me to the point I don’t defend myself as he throws me down in the snow. Before I know it, he has my wand and I can only stare at the face of disgust and anger he’s giving me.
“What?” I ask before he quickly covers my mouth with his hand and looks around.
He is soon over me having me completely pinned to the ground. The weight is oppressing making it hard for me to breathe and he doesn’t seem to care. Once he’s sure, no one is around he looks back at me with such revulsion that he wakes me from my daze enough to try to push him off.
“I would think you were used to be treated rough.” He says in a low deadly tone before pulling his hand back to strike me across the face.
I manage to push him off a moment later while he’s off balance and find myself crawling in the snow to find my wand. The dress and cloak encumber me and he has me pinned on my stomach with my face in the snow now. He grabs my braid in a similar way Tom had and uses it to keep leverage over me.
I feel a spell settle over me but I’m too frantic to know what it was. Keeping me down as best he can he reaches forward and grabs my wand from where he had tossed it before.
“This is a better idea.” He says before snapping it in two. “Not like you need it to be that monster’s whore.”
I scream in rage and try to push him off, but no sounds leaves my lips. He holds me down easily in this new position and puts a hand on the back of my neck to keep my head to the ground.
“Someone’s coming.” I hear an unrecognized voice say a short distance from us and I realize for the first time we’re not alone.
“You three go take care of it then, I got this under control.” Michael says pushing on me to prove I couldn’t move if I wanted.
“But I wanted a turn.” The other voice says making my body freeze up.
“Take care of it and hurry back.” My ex says as if it’s a simple solution and I hear several sets of feet rush off.
“You’re going to be our whore now bitch.” He says with a laugh and I try to struggle against his hold as I feel him pulling at my dress.
I soon feel a cold chill on the back of my legs and the lace material I wore under that was soon ripped away. I whimper but no sound leaves my lips as I try with all my strength to get away from this man I once kissed and hugged.
With no regard for me at all he seats himself inside me with one hard thrust. I scream silently as he starts to ravage me, taking out all the anger he has inside.
“You know bitch, one of the cocks is going to be a muggleborn. Think your Lord will even want you after this?” He asks tauntingly.
By the time they leave me in the snow, I can’t do anything but curl into a ball. I’m not sure how long it had all taken or how many of them actually violated me, the only thing I can think is that this boy I had once cared for just attacked me in a way not even Tom had dared to.
“She’s over here.” I hear someone call, as I lay completely numb in the snow now. “My Lady are you al…” I know the voice but somehow it doesn’t penetrate deeply enough into my mind. “Get the Dark Lord. Now.” The person orders and kneels down next to me.
“Ginny?” The same voice asks, now seeming much more gentle. “Ginny I need you to look at me.” The voice asks carefully, but I can’t seem to care enough to comply, all I want is to block it all out and be numb in the snow.
“What is going on here?” A deeper voice asks and I know this one. Tom is near. I burst into tears wanting nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms so that he can protect me from the rest of the world.
Think your Lord will even want you after? Michael's voice rings again in my head and I try to hide my face in the snow.
“I found her like this my Lord.” The first voice says and I realize its Daphne, who’s been speaking to me. “I think…” She starts but is cut off when strong familiar arms lifted me from the snow.
“No.” I gasp, though I want to sink into his warm smell, so he can protect me. “No, don’t, put me back.” I tell him as my body curls into his from. “Please?” I ask my voice catching.
“I’m taking you to your room.” He says firmly and I try to push him away.
“No I can’t, please, I can’t.” I tell him not wanting to corrupt him with how dirty I feel now. No person I loved should touch me now.
“You will be still.” Tom says in the echoing voice that makes me listen. So I weep in his arms and wait for the moment he can be free of me.
“Someone should bring the boy to the healers as well.” He’s telling someone as we walk. “He didn’t look well.”
“He must have stumbled onto them when they attacked her.” Daphne says from right next to me. “Do you know who did this to you Ginny?” She asks when he notices I’m listening.
“The good guys.” I say weakly than return to making the world numb.
Luna-
A few minutes after Theodore leaves, the Dark Lord makes his grand entrance flanked by four fully masked Death Eaters. The crowd goes silent as he makes his way up to his throne above all gathered. It strikes me once how little this man reminds me of Harry. He wears Harry’s body, the body of our greatest hero, and still anyone can see the evil lurking inside.
Once he’s settled, everyone around me goes back to whatever it was they were doing. I glance around for Blaise and find him still talking to Lisa only now she’s standing up against one of the tents and he’s standing very close while speaking into her ear.
I bite my cheek as my own jealousy tries to climb up and force me to react to the display. He’s free to do as he wishes, I remind myself; this isn’t a real relationship.
To distract myself I look around again and start to make notes on the event. I’ll have to cover it in the next issue of the magazine so it’s only prudent to do so. Looking around I notice Draco carry Ginny into the event and place her on the stage with the Dark Lord.
To several people’s amazement, he stands and helps her to her feet before guiding her over to the pillow that had been arranged for her. She actually smiles at him as she settles into the place and I realize she’s looking better than she had last time I say her. Something in her colors is so much like the Ginny I used to know.
Though she’s kneeling at his feet, I watch with curiosity as they interact on what seems to be a much more equal level. They’re both obviously oblivious to the crowd and it’s interesting to see how they move around one another.
“What are you looking at?” Someone asks making me jump. I smile to Theodore as he sits back down next to me.
“Our leader and his consort.” I tell him making a few notes as I wonder if I would be allowed to do a piece on their relationship.
“You looked very focused.” He says not seeming to find the two nearly as interesting.
“I guess you see them every day.” I say as I turn my attention to him.
“Not exactly together like that. Most of the time if they’re together in the castle there’s screaming or moaning going on behind closed doors.”
“So they enjoy each other’s company?” I say drawing the only logical conclusion.
“Well he enjoys hers I think, but let’s not talk about them. How have you settled into Serendipity?” He asks putting on a charming smile.
“Well actually. I didn’t think I would be able to deal with such a large house before, but with the elves it’s become a home.” I tell him honestly.
“That’s because it’s your rightful place.” He says more easily than his colors reveal.
“It’s odd talking to you about all of this.” I tell him trying to make the conversation feel more natural.
“Ahh well I’m just glad the estate is being taken by someone who will care for it.” He lies expertly.
“Would you like to visit it sometime?” I ask curiously, as I wonder what he wants out of this conversation.
“I’d like to visit you sometime.” He corrects and flashes me a charming smile as his hand seems to naturally move to my knee.
“We just met really.” I say glancing at the hand curiously.
“And I would like to get to know you.” He answers squeezing the knee.
“I think I might like that.” I tell him as I think of having a contact so close to Ginny would be helpful in the future.
His smile broadens as he moves closer to me, his hand moving up my leg. “I would love to see you tonight.” He says in a much softer tone.
“Aren’t you guarding Ginny?” I ask with a slight frown. He was not really paying attention to his charge at all I notice.
I glance over to her now bored expression as one of the many guests speaks with the Dark Lord.
“I mean after I get off.” He says obviously not thinking about her in the moment either.
I turn back to him and tilt my head. “What time is that?” I ask figuring I could make plans for the evening if Blaise was going to be busy with Lisa tonight.
“Right after the auction actually. Weasley takes over for me for the evening shift.
“Well maybe you can escort me home.” I say with a smile as his hand moves further up.
“Theodore?” Blaise moves up on the other side of me and towers over the seated boy. “Why do you have your hand on my fiancé?” He asks in a hard tone.
“Oh? Does she belong to you?” Nott asks coldly. “I thought maybe you were with someone else now.”
“Get lost.” Blaise orders sounding actually mad.
“I’m speaking to the Lady, not you.” He says standing to get into Blaise's face.
“Well she doesn’t want to talk to you anymore.” Blaise says stepping even closer to the other boy. With how close they were standing, I thought they would either, start wrestling or making out.
“Do I get any say in this?” I ask looking up at Blaise.
When he looks back down at me, his face is hard. “I tolerate a lot of crap with you. I’m not going to stand by and watch some fortune hunter pawing at my fiancé.”
“I wouldn’t have known she was yours with the way you were making out with the slut in the corner,” Theodore says clenching fists. “And I wouldn’t be a fortune hunter if you hadn’t supplanted most of my inheritance to this tart!”
Blaise lost it in that moment punching Theodore hard in the jaw. Looking around to see other’s reactions, I notice something that fills me with unease. When I look back at the two men, they’ve already started a full out fight and I have to step back not to be hit.
“Theodore.” I say trying to get their attention. “Theodore were you Ginny’s only guard today?” I ask making both men pause for just a moment.
“What?” Blaise asks with a frown.
“Ginny isn’t next to the Dark Lord anymore, could she be wondering the grounds alone?” I ask making the guard’s eyes widen as he looks over at the stage.
“I’m so fucked.” He says without a thought for Blaise any longer, he rushes off towards the castle.
Blaise looks at me with a deep frown. “You were letting him touch you.” He says sounding hurt.
“Your attention was somewhere else.” I remind him still worried about Ginny. “Should we help look for her?” I ask after a moment.
“You’re really worried about her?” He asks with a frown, as if he couldn’t believe I still even cared about my friend.
“Of course, there was some kind of scare this morning and now she’s alone with strangers in the castle.” I point out.
“I think you’re going to have to let the staff handle it.” He says sitting down next to me. “But I’m sure Draco will find her.” Blaise adds actually trying to reassure me.
I nod slowly as I notice Daphne heading towards the Dark Lord. She stands by the stage looking out when the Dark Lord seems to see her. I see anger flash in the ruler’s red eyes as they talk, before Ginny’s companion is sent away. I sigh and shake my head knowing I won’t be able to relax until they find Ginny safe.
“What if the rebels found her?” I ask knowing what I told them to do.
“Wouldn’t they just smuggle her out of the castle?” Blaise asks as if he knew I would have preferred that.
“I don’t know. I mean I don’t think many of them like her.” I tell him chewing on my lip. I try to calm myself; telling myself there’s very little chance they could be ready to make a move today.
I almost have myself convinced when I see Draco now running towards the gathering, and his face tells me everything. This is all my fault.
Daphne-
Theodore comes rushing into my room without knocking and looks around for me in a panic. His mood is much more frantic than when Ginny had been on the ledge and I have to wonder what could have possibly gone wrong now.
“Is Ginny okay?” I ask as I stand. I was organizing files on my floor for the next project I was going to suggest to our Lady.
“I don’t know.” Nott says with wide eyes. “I’ve lost her and I know he’s going to kill me this time.” He tells me all in a rush.
“What do you mean you lost her? How did a barefooted girl in the snow get away from you?” I ask angrily as I slip on boots and a cloak.
“One minute she was kneeling next to our Lord and the next she was gone.” He says watching me unable to stop moving in his distress. “What should I do?”
“Well we’re going to search for her. She couldn’t have gotten far.” I tell him shaking my head.
“Draco is already looking with the rest of the guard, well most of them.” He says swallowing as if it’s hard to do. “Weasley is missing as well.”
I stop dead and peer over at him. “If they got off the grounds you’re a dead man.” I told him honestly before rushing down to join the search.
Starting at the stage, I look back up at the castle and try to get into Ginny’s head. Where would she go?
“What is taking your Lady so long in the bathroom?” The Dark Lord asks from behind me and I blush. I really didn’t want to be the one to tell him she was missing. I swallow hard and turn to face him.
“My Lord, it seems she’s missing at the moment.” I tell him carefully. “But we will find her soon.”
“This event isn’t starting without her.” He says obviously working hard to hold back his anger.
“Soon my Lord.” I told him bowing my head.
I turn to face the castle once again and I decide to see if she did go to the loo. Half way up to the main door, I decide the boys would have already checked this way and wonder if she would have taken one of the side doors to get away from people.
I smile to myself and head for the most out of the way side door into the castle. When I see the large crumpled body in the snow I run up to make sure he’s still alive. Looking him over I frown as it looked like someone had really worked him over the muggle way.
“George?” I ask hoping he isn’t dead. He groans and I nod. “Okay I’ll get someone.” I tell him as I turn to head back to the others
“No… Find her.” He says though it’s hard to understand. Looking back down at him, I’m torn between going on in hopes that whoever did this didn’t do the same to Ginny. I see a couple of the guards coming up the path and wave them down.
“I’m going on, take care of him.” I tell them before heading further up the path.
When I see her curled up in the snow, my first instinct is that they had done the same to my Lady.
“She’s over here.” I yell back to the guards as I rush to her side. As I get closer, I can’t see any blood around like there had been with George. “My Lady are you al…” I start before I notice the ripped garments and bruises around her neck.
“Get the Dark Lord. Now.” I command not wishing to move her just now. I kneel down beside her and worry that she hasn’t seemed to move since I arrived.
“Ginny?” I ask trying to coax her back to life. “Ginny I need you to look at me.” I tell her not knowing if I should touch her.
“What is going on here?” The Dark Lord asks a few minutes later as he arrives. I hear a soft whimper from Ginny in response and I’m not sure if having him here in this moment is a good idea.
“I found her like this my Lord.” I say as I turn to face him. “I think…” I start but he’s already pulling her out of the snow and picking her up bridal style.
“No.” Ginny gasps sounding almost panicked. “No, don’t, put me back.” She begs, but she doesn’t sound afraid, just desperate. “Please?” She whimpers finally.
“I’m taking you to your room.” Our Lord says firmly.
“No I can’t, please, I can’t.” She keeps begging as she tries to shift from his arms.
“You will be still.” He commands her and her body instantly relaxes, as if she didn’t have a choice. She falls silent after that just sniffling every so often. Once he’s sure, she wouldn't slip out of his grasp he starts to carry her the rest of the way to the castle.
“Someone should bring the boy to the healers as well.” He tells me and I nod to the guard behind us to relay the message, I really didn’t want to leave Ginny now. “He didn’t look well.”
“He must have stumbled onto them when they attacked her.” I say looking down at my Lady. “Do you know who did this to you Ginny?” I ask when I see her react to our conversation.
“The good guys.” Comes an oh so soft answer before she snuggles into the Dark Lord’s chest and closes her eyes.
I frown and look up at the Dark Lord to see what he thinks of all this and I see him frowning as well. “What do you think that means my Lord?” I ask unable to stop myself.
“It means these so called rebels wanted to punish an innocent girl for being forced into a bad situation.” He says surprisingly calm. “Who was responsible for her safety today?” He asks his mind working on a different problem than my own.
“Theodore Nott was supposed to be her bodyguard while at the event.” I tell him knowing that Nott was not going to have a good day now. “Will you…” I start and have to clear my throat before I can finish the question. “Will you kill him?”
“Do you think I should?” He counters as we head toward the Chamber of Secrets.
“I couldn’t say my Lord.” I tell him not wishing to be the cause of someone’s death.
“You couldn’t say?” He asks in a mocking tone. “What would you do with the worthless creature that caused her pain as well as forced me to adjust important plans?” He asks his voice becoming more angered as it went on.
“He would have to be punished my Lord.” I agree still not willing to commit to killing someone.
Before we reach the stairs down to the chamber, a masked Death Eater steps in front of us and gets down on his hands and knees.
“My Lord, please show mercy.” The man sounds as if he’s begging. I realize it must be Theodore's father. “I have served you loyally.”
I notice the way the Dark Lord twitches as if he wants to kill his follower on the spot. I think the only reason he isn’t dead is because of the burden of Ginny in his arms giving him time to think it over.
“As you well know I have no mercy. The only thing that will bring such ideas to my rule is the girl your son almost got killed today. If you wish mercy from me, than I shall have her decide your son’s fate. Now get out of my way before I have a whole new Nott to discipline.” His voice in low and deadly.
“Yes my Lord.” The man says quickly tripping over himself in his rush to get out of the way.
He doesn’t speak again until we’ve crossed into Ginny’s chambers and he has settled her on the bed. “The healers should be on their way.” He tells her in a much more gentle tone than he used with Nott’s father.
When she doesn’t respond he brushes some hair from her face. “You have mercy for her my Lord.” I say quietly.
“Maybe.” He agrees not looking up at me. “If I do leave the younger Nott’s fate to her, she won’t have him killed.” He says shaking his head.
“I don’t think she will my Lord.” I agree.
“I can’t have anything like this happen again.” He says firmly. “We are going to have to up her guard if the rebels are so very bold.”
“From your own guard or would you like me to find them?” I ask as a plan starts to form in my head.
“Replace Nott, he will not be working for her any longer, and find four more besides, for now. From the list I’m sure you’re already working on.” He says with a chuckle.
“Actually there are two I can think of off the top of my head. If we would have taken them on before, this would never have happened at all.” I tell him thinking this was what Ginny needed from me most right now.
“Oh?” The Dark Lord asks turning to look at me.
“Bill and Charlie Weasley.” I say nervously. “George tried to protect her, even though it wasn’t his position today he still went after her when she left the event.” I say quickly before he can disagree.
He chuckles and looks back at Ginny. “Bill isn’t pure.” He points out and shakes his head. “Next you’ll be asking me to let the father protect her.”
“We assumed he was dead.” I say feeling a bit shocked.
“People with souls can be made to suffer much more.” He says easily. “But he will never leave that island again.”
“I don’t think she would ask. I don’t even think she would ask for Bill and Charlie so soon, but I think it would be good for her my Lord, and I think they would always be her fiercest protectors.”
“I would like her protectors to have some loyalty for me as well.” The Dark Lord says, but sounds thoughtful.

“You could extract an Unbreakable vow from all three of them.” I say wondering if the Weasley men would agree for the chance to keep Ginny safe.
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