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Chapter XXIV - Those Who Are Bound

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Harry blinked as he opened his eyes. He felt stiff, as if he'd been
asleep for a long time. His mouth was dry and his skin felt, not clammy but
gritty. It almost felt as if he was waking up in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts.
But his surroundings were definitely not Hogwarts.
He was naked. He could feel that immediately but he was neither hot or cold.
He looked around but there was nothing to see. It was dark but he wasn't
afraid. Dark was just dark, after all. There was no sensation here though but
as he moved he could feel resistance to his motions, almost as if he was
trying to move in honey.
::Master...:: The word was whispered around him.
"Who..?" Harry coughed. His throat was sore.
::We are here, Master. We are those who saved you.::
"No!" Harry screwed his eyes shut as he remembered. He'd been
raped... And this wasn't a distant childhood memory... This was something
recent. Millicent... Millicent Bulstrode had done it and Blaise had
helped her. It hadn't hurt, not physically at least but it had hurt... He'd
been helpless... He'd been nothing less than a thing to them.
He gulped, feeling the mucus trace its way down the back of his throat. It
was slimy but the feeling was real and in it's own way reassuring. He could
still cry. He could still feel.
::Master.::
"I am no one's Master," Harry replied.
::You are our Master.::
"Who are you?"
Around him he felt amusement. ::We are in everything you see, we are all
around you. We are the power of Gryffindor.::
"The Power of Gryffindor?" Harry questioned, his eyes going wide.
::Master, rest here. Regain your strength. We will watch over you and we
will teach you. When you are ready, call and we will come.::
"Wait!" Harry cried but the presence was gone and a lethargy
descended upon him and he slept.

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Binns droned on and on and Ginny tried without much success to keep her attention
on the class. Last night... Had it really been only last night that she had
bonded herself to Harry?
She could feel him. It was a blank nothingness but it was there and while
she was happy she has successfully completed the spell, she was disappointed
that it hadn't worked quite as she had expected. Harry wasn't responding to her
calls. Despite her love she just wasn't powerful enough. It hurt... It really
hurt her to know that.
Harry hadn't bonded with her in return. She thought it would be enough for
her to make the connection but it wasn't. She could help him but she couldn't
help him enough, not until he completed the ritual. She woken up to find the
half bond in place and after the little serpent had hissed at her, she'd
dressed herself and Harry, snuggling the covers around him before she'd picked
up the book and had slipped out, going down to breakfast as if nothing had
happened.
And now she was bored in her classes, just waiting to see if Harry would
respond anyway. She looked up to see a flash of darkness before Hogwarts
disappeared and she was somewhere much darker. Somewhere that like Hogwarts was
made of stone but even though she couldn't feel she somehow knew that it was
much colder than the school. Somehow, the dark shadows were darker. She looked
around seeing the large room she was in.
There were men in the room - lots of men and for the most part they were
naked. Their bodies were covered in blood and it almost seemed as if there was
oceans of it slicked on the floor, but the blood on the floor was mixed with
small gobs of white fluid. After a moment she knew what they were from. All the
men were engaged in intercourse, some of them screaming in pain, others wearing
the glassy eye look of men under the Imperio curse.
Ginny quickly pulled her eyes from the ground, gagging as she looked around
the room trying to ignore the men in the middle. The middle of the room was
light but the edges were cast in shadow and she could clearly see throne in the
centre of the far wall but it was empty. There was a flicker of moment from the
side and she spun to see it and almost screamed.
The men, as gross as that was weren't terrifying her but the sight that
single being pacing was enough to send a chill down her spine. He was tall and
thin, dressed in blood red robes that made his crimson eyes glitter even more
brightly than they were. His skin was startlingly white and his hair was thick
and black, just like Harry's. But what scared her was that this was the Dark
Lord Voldemort and the realisation that somehow she was in his stronghold.
The Dark Lord continued pacing, his brilliant robes flowing around him,
almost as if they were alive. He occasionally looked at the men, his eyes
showing a mixture of satisfaction and an urge that was insatiable, as if he
couldn't hurt them enough but his attention was focused on something else. It
was an incorrigible sight but the Dark Lord was almost constantly itching at
his arms. Ginny could almost hear his nails raking his skin and every couple of
paces he'd hiss with frustration.
Suddenly one of the men cried out and the Dark Lord spun, wand pulled but
after a moment he calmed and after he flicked his eyes over them, he snarled,
dismissing the torture before his eyes narrowed. He began to look around the
room and Ginny retreated, backing herself into a corner but it wasn't enough.
His piercing crimson eyes spotted her and it was with quick strides he started
towards her, his wand pointed directly at her heart.
Halfway to her position he stopped, looking at her and he smiled, a small
half smile that didn't reach his eyes and wasn't comforting. Ginny shivered,
shaking her head as she realised he knew she was there. The Dark Lord lowered
his wand as he raised his other hand, the long white fingers gesturing to her.
"Come to me," he murmured before he lowered his head, forcing her to
meet his eyes and the power he held there. "Come to me," he ordered
and she knew no more.
The room was gone and Binns was still droning on about the Goblin Wars.
Ginny closed her eyes for a moment as a shiver passed through her. She'd
seen Voldemort and it wasn't as an anonymous student in the whole, watching as
he'd killed Fudge, and it wasn't some abstract representation of him brought to
life through her power. This was the real Dark Lord and he had seen her. She
gulped but nodded to herself.
She had no choice but to obey. If she disobeyed she had no idea of the
consequence but they wouldn't be good. Somehow the Dark Lord would make her pay
even though she was tied to Harry who he had more than a passing interest in
but through his actions she knew, somehow, that he was no longer interested in
killing him. He wouldn't have set the little serpent there if he wanted Harry
dead and Voldemort had proved quite clearly that he could go where he wanted
and kill who he wanted without fear of retribution. He was immortal and not
even Dumbledore could help them.
Only Harry could.

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Ginny shivered. The forest was still around her but it was a place no human
should frequent. It wasn't evil as much as it was dark. Only beings that were
born here should live here. Around her there was the constant drip of water. It
wasn't raining but it was cold enough that the water was condensing on the
leaves and dripping from the trees, coating everything with a slippery sheen of
water and making even the air she was breathing damp.
She wasn't sure where she was going but she knew she'd reach her destination
soon. The Dark Lord's words were still echoing through her mind and she was
compelled to obey.
Ginny stumbled over a rotting log and as her vision dropped she saw it in
the distance - a dull light held by a robed figure. She nodded as she rose,
brushing her hair back and pulling her Hogwarts robes closer around her. That
was the person she was meant to find. She began walking towards them with a new
purpose.
"You!" She couldn't help the exclamation of surprise once she was
close enough.
She knew who it was. Ron had told her all about him. He was the man who had
betrayed Harry's parents to the Dark Lord. He was the man Sirius Black would
sell his soul to catch. Peter Petrigrew - Wormtail.
"Oh... so it's you," he said to her without much enthusiasm.
She decided not to answer that.
He looked at her carefully, squinting through rheumy eyes. "You'll
learn soon enough that this is not a game child." He held out his silver
hand. "Come... He doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Ginny reached out and took the man's hand and found it surprisingly warm.
All that silver should be cold but it was as if it was flesh. She nodded to
him, still not speaking. She hadn't come to talk to him and while for one
instant she had been tempted to run back to the castle she knew she couldn't do
that. This was the only way she was going to see the Dark Lord and this was
possibly the only way she had to save Harry.
There was a blur and the forest disappeared and for a moment she was
everywhere that was nowhere and then there was cold stonewalls around her and
she recognised the room. It was the same throne room she had been in earlier
that day but this time there was only three people in it - herself, Wormtail
and the Dark Lord - and the blood that had stained the floor earlier was now
crusted on the stones with a mottled pattern. It smelt sweet and while she knew
of the events that had caused it to be there, they no longer seemed to affect
her. She was, after all, dealing with a Dark Lord and shouldn't be surprised by
the extent of any torture he bestowed on his captives although she was slightly
curious as to why he was torturing Muggles.
Wormtail bowed deeply to his Master and backed away. He couldn't leave until
Voldemort gave him permission but he was eager to be out of sight. Ginny just
stood there aware that her every movement was being assessed by blood red eyes.
Not many people were allowed to see the Dark Lord alone, no matter who they
were, the risk was too great, no matter how powerless they may profess to be.
Voldemort hadn't attained his power by taking unnecessary risks.
"Relax child."
Ginny started but strangely his rich voice surrounded him and she did feel
her body relax.
"I know what you have done."
Ginny nodded. There was no use in denying it.
"You're not strong enough alone."
She hung her head.
"I can help you but you must help me."
She looked up, her eyes wide. "You can help me?" She asked in a
small voice.
"You must help me," he said again, steepling his fingers. As his
robes fell back from his arms she could see vivid red scratch marks running
along his forearms.
For a moment the insane urge to run passed through her but she quickly
quashed it. The Dark Lord could use more magic than she could dream about and
use it in ways not even Dumbledore could conceive. "I will help you,"
she murmured quietly, looking back down at the floor.
He examined her closely and then nodded. "Who hurt him?"
Ginny felt the tears gathering in her eyes and she reached up and dashed
them from her face, feeling the rough fabric of her robes scrape against her
face. "I don't know..." she managed to croak. "I can't... I
can't get through to him."
The Dark Lord just looked at her before he nodded. He wasn't happy with her
response, she could tell, but he was satisfied that she was telling the truth.
"If you knew, would you have acted?"
She cocked her head at him... That wasn't anything she had been expecting.
"I'm not sure. If... If I knew what to do, I would have but for the pain
they caused him, I don't know that I could inflict an appropriate
punishment."
"Hehahaha!" Voldemort laughed. The girl was as deliciously pure as
he had imagined and he could hardly wait to see her actions when she was truly
angry. "I can help you there," he said softly, watching as she
nodded.
"What do you want me to do?"
"You are not strong enough to awaken him alone. Your bond is to him
alone, mine is not. Harry is bonded to me and I am tied to him so I may wake
him."
"So why haven't you?" It didn't matter that she was speaking with
potentially the most powerful wizard in centuries, one who wouldn't hesitate to
kill her and wouldn't think anything of it, she felt her anger rising and
couldn't keep it out of her voice or eyes.
The Dark Lord was not intimidated and her anger was merely evidence of the
lengths she was now bound to go to defend his destined mate - a true Gryffindor.
"It was not time."
He reached into his robes and brought forth a knife. The hilt glittered with
emeralds and rubies and the blade was wavy like the body of a snake. With a
cold glance at her he brought the tip down on his forearm, dragging it along to
leave a trail of blood that welled thickly and then ran down to his hand. He
laid the knife aside and brought forth another vial, letting the blood run down
his long fingers and drip into the container. It splashed heavily, clinging to
the sides but slowly the vial filled. The Dark Lord muttered a few words and
the wound vanished and a seal appeared on the vial.
With a sudden movement he rose and strode towards her, stopping only a pace
away and reaching out with his free hand to cup her face in a vice like grip.
With a firm motion he pulled her head around to face him, forcing her to meet
his gaze. "You will take this to him and you will mix it with his blood,
then you will call me." There was no room for negotiation in his tone as
he pressed the vial into her hand.
Ginny meet his gaze, not flinching at the sudden menace she could feel.
"It will wake him?"
"Only if I am there to perform the final part of the spell," he
replied coldly.
"I will call you," she acceded meekly.
Voldemort held her gaze for a moment longer, assessing something only he
could see deep in her soul. "Wormtail," he snapped, releasing her and
turning away. "Take her back."
With a swirl of his robes the Dark Lord disappeared, leaving her alone with
the traitor.
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