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Face of Death	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 5282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ginny-
I don’t think I have ever walked so much in my life. I’m not exactly sure what time it was when I left, but I still haven’t found any kind of civilization by the time the sun starts to rise. It is possible and maybe likely that I have been walking in circles, as I really don’t know how to navigate at night in a forest that all looks the same.
When I can’t walk any more I lower the box to the ground and kneel beside it to have some breakfast and maybe a short nap. Looking down at my hip, I feel a slight flutter in my stomach, as I’m nervous with what I should try next.
I’m pretty sure I’m ways away from the cabin by now, how big would they have made the suppression ward against using the Dark Mark. I decide it is best to get some food in me before I can face Tom. I’m sure if I can call him, I am in for unimaginable consequences for my actions.
Once I feel strong, enough I lean back so that I can show the mark to the morning air then hold my breath. A whimper escapes my lips as I press the end of my wand to the Dark Mark. I feel a similar burning to when I first got the mark, but not nearly as intense. The feeling builds inside the mark. When I somehow know it reaches out to connect with the other marks the feeling fades completely.
It must still be blocked even so far from the cabin. Why would they make the ward so very big? I suddenly feel more like a prisoner than I have in a while. It angers me to think they feel they have the right to make my choices for me.
Too tired to go on any more right now I make myself as comfortable as I can against a large tree. I shiver in the cold now that I am not moving, but I try to use the cloak I have as a blanket.
I’m not sure how long has passed when I’m woken by being picked up into someone's arms bridal style. When I open my eyes, I get a very good view of Harry’s angry profile.
“Put me down!” I snap trying to wiggle from his arms, but my body is still stiff from the cold.
“In a minute.” He says tightly before Apparating us back to the cabin. I only get a brief view of my bedroom walls before I am dumped on the bed. “What were you thinking?!” Harry roars the moment I land.
“You can’t keep me here Harry Potter! You have no right!” I yell back as I untangle myself from the cloak.
“Do you know how much worse things could be for you, Ginny?” He asks when I finally sit up properly. “Do you know what could have happened to you out there in the forest?” He presses as he glares down at me.
“I wouldn’t have to go trudging out into the forest if you weren’t keeping me captive out here in the middle of nowhere. I am a grown woman and you have no right, no right to keep me against my will!”
“I have every right!” Harry yells back throwing up his hands in annoyance. “We are at war! You are a valuable asset to our side. Do you think there is any chance anyone is going to let you go back to your husband? He doesn’t have anything to give us worth you.”
Without thought to my wand, I lunge at him swinging to punch him in the jaw when his grabs my wrist in a bruising grasp. “I’m giving you one more chance Ginny. You either get to be a prisoner of war or an asset to the cause. No more riding the line. What’s it going to be?”
Instead of answering his stupid question, I kick him in the shin as hard as I can. He cries out in pain letting go of my wrist so I start beating him about the head and shoulders. “You will never talk to me like that again Harry Potter!” I tell him hitting whatever part I can before he finally gets a hold of both wrists this time.
“I’ve tried to be nice to you Ginny.” He says we are both panting from the struggle. “I love you. Please don’t make me really hurt you.” He adds looking down at me with an unnerving cold look in his eyes.
I whimper and look away. It was harder to look at him with that expression than it had been when I first saw Tom in his body.
“There are too many people that need me, Harry. My family, Daphne, Draco, and everyone else there that relies on me. How can you all ask me to turn my back on my responsibility?”
“The people that love you will understand there is a larger good that we are fighting for here.” He says sounding a little calmer.
“I’m no good to anyone here. I’m not a writer Harry, that isn’t how I can help.” I say trying to pull from his grasp. This time he lets me go.
“Will you please just try?” He asks in a pleading tone that makes me look up.
“Why is this so important to you?” I ask taking a seat on my bed.
“It’s what you can do for now, but I promise as the people trust you again you will be able to do more. I’m not going to take your wand, but there is no way out of here Ginny. The reason I’m leaving you with it is that it will do you no good.” He says as he heads towards the door.
“Way to make a girl feel empowered.” I mock, rolling my eyes.
Harry sighs as he looks back at me from the room. “I’ve tried being nice Ginny, I think it’s time you understand your position here. I think you should stay in here today to think about what you almost did.” He adds taking a step out of the room and locking the door without a further word.
Wide-eyed by what just happened, I run to the door and try to open it. “This isn’t funny Harry!” I yell through the door but I hear no response. With a slight growl, I pull my wand and try every unlocking spell I know. The problem is that Harry and Hermione are the ones who taught me every unlocking spell I know.
Luna-
Blaise left early last night and I’ve spent most of the day reading and taking notes on how to make a Dark Tarot deck. I really don’t like some of the ideas and things I will be expected to do to enchant this awful magical tool.
I’m almost glad the Dark Lord interrupts my studies so that I can attend another council meeting. He holds his arm out to me and I take it even though I feel very uncomfortable touching him after last night.
I’m still marked by his curse so I limp, playing as actually being in pain for those who take interest in such things. He’s had someone do a complete overhaul on my clothing. I remember when Blaise helped me to look professional and stylish. But that isn’t the look, the Dark Lord wants from his Oracle and Mistress.
All the new dresses are heavy and most are made of a rich velvet. The one that was laid out for me this morning has a neckline that showed off my navel, and back that matched the V. If it wasn’t for the silver cord fitted just under my breasts I have a feeling the dress wouldn’t exactly stay on my body.
“I feel naked in this,” I tell him because this is the first chance I’ve had to complain. “Worse than naked,” I add a moment later as he just smiles down while drinking in my form.
“It covers quite a lot actually.” He comments casually with a twisted smile.
“You like making me uncomfortable,” I tell him as he uses his free hand to pat the one on his arm.
“You did swear to always tell me the truth.” He says seeming actually amused. “Have you thought about my offer Luna?” He asks out of the blue. “It is one I’ve never actually made before.”
“Don’t you think Ginny would make a better student for you my Lord?” I ask carefully. I feel a little like I am throwing her to the wolves, but I need to understand why he made the offer before I can take it seriously.
“I like Ginevra’s heart the way it is.” He tells me and I actually think he is being honest. “I don’t actually wish to darken her soul in that way.”
“But you don’t care about mine?” I ask and he looks at me carefully.
“No matter what your husband may think, or your friends, your soul is half dark already. You wear your grief differently than she does. And of course, your mind is more open than most. It will not take nearly as much to empty out old ideas.”
“I have morals, my Lord.” I point out to him before the door to the council room opens before us.
It isn’t until he once again pulls me into his lap that I really get the full awkwardness of this dress. With a little adjustment, he could touch nearly any part of my body. I hate it and he knows just how to intimidate me with this sexual power.
He settled for stroking my neck as the meeting starts and I watch his people’s colors with only half an ear to what they are talking about. I can do little about troop movements against other countries; it isn’t as if the resistance is getting help from outside of England.
When they move to talking about more local problems, I shift to get comfortable so I can listen more closely. The Dark Lord’s fingers wrap around my throat in a warning gesture and I look up to see what I have done wrong.
“You’ve had little to add to the conversation.” He says studying me.
“They’re not lying,” I tell him and he squeezes my neck a fraction harder.
“What are they feeling then?” He asks and turns to look at his inner circle once more. They have stopped to wait for the Dark Lord’s focus and I frown as I glance at everyone's colors again.
“Everyone is confident and proud. Lady Lestrange hates me very much but actually worships you. Lord Dolohov is a bit distracted. Lord Malfoy is feeling particularly satisfied. Lord Rabastan Lestrange is jealous and very much afraid of you. I mean they are all afraid of you. But he is focusing very hard on not upsetting you again. What did you do to him?” I ask turning to face him.
“Simply showed him he made a painful mistake.” He answers looking over his people. “Do you think he was planning to fuck you?” He asks curiously. “Should I let him?”
“No.” I gasp jerking away at the question, but he holds me tight and easily manipulates my neck so he can lean down and lick from just above the collar to just below my ear. It is all I can take not to cringe at the touch when I feel a sudden strange desire course through me at his touch. He licks again, nipping at my ear this time.
“My Lord, would you like some time alone?” It’s Rabastan that asks and I glance over to see his jealousy increase when I let out a soft moan. Is this how he got to Ginny?
“No, no, I was just rewarding my pet. We can continue now.” He says but for some reason the pleasure I was feeling only increases to the point I can’t focus on anything at all.
It takes me a moment to remember the collar and the fact this is artificial. The realization offers some comfort, but I reach behind me and tug at the lock so that pain will override what he is doing to me. But instead of one canceling the other all the wires get mixed up for a moment in my head and I find myself grasping the front of his robes as he actually forces me to orgasm in his lap.
“Stop it.” I whimper wanting to start crying but squeezing my eyes shut tightly enough that no tears can appear.
“You need to remember who is in control.” He says blandly before it is all gone suddenly making me sigh in relief.
“Yes my Lord,” I tell him feeling all sorts of odd as I turn and try to pay attention to the meeting once again.
This time I want to pay attention to what they are talking about but there is little, I can focus on beyond their colors. Everything that just happened has my head spinning and I don’t really hear anything until they start talking about someone very familiar.
“The one calling himself Death was spotted in London last night. We think he has made contact with a rebel cell there and is, in fact, working with those who fight under the name of DA.”
What? I look at the one making the report but see no deception in him. How can Death be walking the streets? I have to stop thinking about it in the Dark Lord’s lap
“Has there been any more idea of who this imposter is? We obviously don’t actually have the grim reaper walking the streets of London.” The Dark Lord asks but they all look down shaking their heads.
“What do you think darling?” He asks against my ear and I can’t help but be nervous about this line of questions.
“None of them are lying,” I say not sure if I can answer much more.
“Which one of your friends do you think is playing dress up in London town?” He asks and I really don’t know what to say.
“Why do you think it’s my friends? I serve you, my Lord.” I say trying not to seem too nervous.
“Yes, they probably all hate you now.” He says then turns back to the meeting.
I can’t stop the pounding of my heart and hope against hope he doesn’t try to read my mind while we are sitting here.
“But the question is. Who is i…” He stops mid-sentence and then tenses against me. “Everyone leave. NOW!” He bites out and I move to get off his lap but he holds me tightly.
“He’s with her.” He breathes out a growl and I understand why I am the one staying.
“So how do I make you suffer without damaging you?” He asks against my ear and I shake my head because I really don’t know how to answer that question. “Those are his words.” He adds a moment later before letting me up.
“Can you block him out?” I ask. I really wish Harry would stop doing this.
“I could. But he may slip up. He may show me something he doesn’t mean to.” He says getting up and pacing. “She offers herself to him so freely, how could she ever love me?” He asks with a sneer. “She offers her suffering to him when it really belongs to me!”
I really don’t know how to answer this question so I stay silent sort of hoping that he forgets that I’m here. He is muttering to himself, as he must be experiencing whatever they are doing. I decide it is best to make a run for it if this is going to get any more heated, I don’t want to be in his way.
When I place, my hand on the door pain shoots down my spine robbing me of all motor control. I fall hard, slamming my head against the doorknob on my way to the floor.
Daphne-
The next morning I am still agitated with what happened with Dolohov last night. My first thought is to go directly to Draco and tell him what happened. But I slow and stop myself because I don’t want him telling me he told me so. Rubbing my hands together, I try to decide what to do with myself. The Dark Lord had no work for me this morning.
I decide to head down to the great hall to get some breakfast. I wonder how long I can avoid everyone I know. Maybe that would be for the best. There are students still in the hall as I go up to a staff table to find myself some food and a seat.
“Daphne?” I turn to find my sister sitting at the Slytherin table and looking up at me nervously.
It’s been awhile since I have really had a chance to talk to her. She looks so young even though she is only a year younger than I am. It just feels like a lifetime ago that I was sitting here waiting to get to class.
“Astoria,” I say taking a seat next to her. “How have you been?” I ask because I have nothing better to do and I can check in on her.
“Classes are starting to ramp up for the NEWTs.” She says nodding and she is studying my face.
“I haven’t really heard from mother or father,” I say wondering if they have written her.
“Their well, doing more than well in this new great nation.” She says nodding as she looks around then back to me. “Someone told me you're out of favor since Lady Mercy ran away.” She says sounding worried for me.
“Lady Mercy did not run away, don’t you read the papers? Those horrible DA people stole her. And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“But you are out of favor?” She asks looking at me with big eyes.
“For the moment. Don’t worry about me. I’ll come back stronger than ever.” I say trying to comfort her.
“Last night a man came by our dorm to talk to me.” She says looking around again. “He told me to give you this.” She adds holding out an envelope. “And to tell you to be smart.” She frowns with concern.
I open the letter and bite my cheek as I read who it is from. He sure likes to make points.
“I was going to come to your room after class, but then I saw you just now.”
“Don’t worry about it. It was just a friend.” I tell her patting her hand. “Giving me a little reminder of something,” I tell her as I work not to crumple the paper.
“Then why did he…”
“Don’t worry about it. I have a few errands to run, but we should do something sisterly this weekend.” I say leaning in to kiss her cheek before I stand and head back out.
I open the letter again as I walk and the contents make my blood boil.
Daphne,
You have a very pretty sister. She is even of age. Do you think she would like the townhouse? Maybe I’ll ask her if you really don’t want to use it. Do you think she’s still a virgin? Were you at her age? I could teach her so many things I am sure.
~Antonin.
There is no way around talking to Draco now. How can that man twist things so very quickly? When I get to Draco’s door, knock loudly and I realize I don’t even know if he is on shift today. When the door opens, it’s Blaise and I frown for a moment before I see Draco further in the room.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Draco calls and I’m about to tell him off when Blaise interrupts.
“Hey, before you two, get into a row, could you stop by Luna’s tonight and check if she is alright after the council meeting. I’ve got a thing.”
“Sure,” I tell him before he waves goodbye to Draco and heads off.
“He was in a rush,” I say stepping into his room and closing the door behind me.
“You can’t be here Daphne.” He says again looking at me seriously. “Your future husband is going to be livid when he finds out.”
“I broke it off last night,” I say taking a step into the room. “You were right, I can’t marry him.”
“What happened?” He asks giving me his full attention. It seems as if he was getting dressed for work still.
“He has been poisoning the ministry against me so that he can keep me trapped in that townhouse,” I say shaking my head as I go to sit on his bed. “That’s not the plan. I am not here to be arm candy.” I tell him and he nods as he sits down next to me.
“If he thinks it is worth poisoning the ministry against you, it will be hard finding a replacement.” He says stiffly.
“Maybe I should look beyond England as well,” I say as a joke, but he nods sagely. “This is my bigger worry,” I say handing him the note. “He gave it to my sister after hours last night.”
I watch as Draco’s expression hardens as he reads the note. He puts the paper in his pocket then starts to pace.
“We are going to have to do something about this.” He says and I sit back as I watch him think. It is somehow comforting to think that he actually cares enough to be upset.
“I can’t marry him Draco, it would be like dying,” I tell him honestly as thinking of being trapped the way Dolohov wants me. “But I can't let him do that to my sister either.”
“We’ll figure something out.” He says looking back to me. “The whole point of power is to protect my family. Your family is my family.” He agreed, looking grim. “But there are only three ways forward that I can see. Either you give him what he wants, we find you a powerful enough husband to protect your whole family, or we get our Lady back so she can take your sister into her household after graduation.”
“That is what I wanted for her before everything fell apart,” I admit looking down at my hands and see they are shaking.
He takes them in his, covering them with large strong hands and crouches down in front of me. “I’m going to protect you, Daphne.” He tells me with so much conviction in his gray eyes.
“Can you hold me?” I ask softly, feeling weak. I always feel stronger in his arms.
Leaning in he takes my lips in a soft kiss and I feel relief fill me as I breathe in his air. He loves me, and that makes me safe here.
Ginny-
I sigh as I give up on opening the door and look around the room once more. My stomach grumbles at me so I glare at the door once more. I wonder if Harry actually left the cabin or if he is staying around while he has trapped me in this room.
“Harry, I’m hungry!” I yell to see if he answers.
When only silence answers I look around the room and realize he had brought the box back with us as well. I rush over to it because maybe there is a tool I can use. At least there is food that should last me until he gets back.
I pull out some fruit I packed and my journal because I really need some company right now that Harry’s away and Riddle isn’t rattling around in my head. I find a new entry from Daphne about trying to use the Dark Mark and I smile sadly down at it before finding a quill so I can write back.
Daphne,
I tried to run away last night. I don’t know how far I got because I have no way to navigate the forest, but when I thought I was decent ways away, I tried to use the mark to call Tom to me. They know all my tricks… They taught me most of them.
An answer starts to appear so quickly that I know she must have been waiting for my answer.
My Lady,
If the Dark Mark doesn’t work there, I’m not sure if a dark location spell will work either. Do you still have your wand? What made you run away so suddenly? Are you okay?
I look around my prison and try to think of an answer to all of her questions. I remember what Harry and I did yesterday, and what Riddle showed me in my dream. I even think about Harry’s threats before he left. No, no I am not okay. I lick my lips, trying to decide how and if I should tell her this simple fact.
Daphne,
I can’t just make a run for it again. After he found me in the forest, Harry was pretty mad.
I stop writing there because I don’t know how I can admit that Harry is starting to actually scare me.
Ginny, please tell me what is going on.
I sigh, looking down and let out a chuckle as she calls me by name. I run my fingers over her words and for some reason, I don’t understand, I start to cry. How is it that her actually using my name makes me feel safer than any of my old friends? Have I really changed so much? Have they?
I still have my wand because Harry says it will do me no good here. He has locked me in my room and I’ve already tried to get out. He says that I have to decide what side I’m on. There is something wrong with him. He hurt me… I’m unharmed, but I’m not okay.
Her answer doesn’t come for what seems like forever.
Do you want me to take the journal to the Dark Lord?
I look at her words blinking. My confession must have really scared her if she was willing to do that, and show him that we are actually in communication.
I don’t want you to get hurt. Find me a spell. I don’t think they would have protected against things they don’t know I can do. Please don’t tell anyone about Harry.
I frown at my words, I don’t know why, but it makes me feel uncomfortable for people to know how Harry has changed. Maybe he just needs to work out the darkness of the spell they used to bring him back. But I don’t think I can be the one to help with that.
We’ll do our best.
The words write themselves and I nod before closing the book and hiding it under my mattress. I don’t need Harry deciding to go through my things to find that I have a way to communicate with those who are actually loyal to me.
I pace for a while after that. I don’t really like being alone. Every time I pass the desk, I see Harry’s paper and that gets me thinking about these letters they want me to write. But what do I believe now? I’ve never believed in enslaving people. I’ve never believed that the Muggle-borns are any less than the purebloods. But is there a way to get Tom to see that? Would my voice actually help anything at all?
Before I know it, I’ve made the decision and I’m already seated at the desk with the ink in front of me.
I’ve been asked to write down my thoughts by the people who took me on my wedding day. These are not villains. These people only fight to keep their ideals alive as we all fight to keep ours. I’ve been told the papers now call me Lady Mercy wife of the Dark Lord. I do not know if this name fits me. It is not mercy I feel, or even forgiveness when I am apprehensive to punish those who have wronged me. It is just a desire not to see any more blood, a need to live in a world without the pain of loss.
Very few know the nature of the attack on me on the Hogwarts grounds. I feel the need to talk about this more than any political issue of the day. Several men, with the purpose of keeping the Dark Lord from using a stronger marriage rite, assaulted me. When those men attacked me, the only man I had ever known so intimately before was the Dark Lord himself. I cannot go into greater detail, but their attack made it possible to bring Harry Potter back from his trapped existence. I could still hate them all, and I do, but I kept their names from the Dark Lord so he couldn’t punish them.
There are those who call me the Dark Lord’s whore. I am a woman in love. I love many people, my friends, and my family, and those I feel responsible for. But I am in love with two, and they both love me back in their own ways. I do not agree completely with either of these men. Sometimes I do not agree at all with either of them. But that does not stop my love. With all that off my chest, I will try to write again after I have more time to think.
~Your Lady Mercy, the Dark Lord’s Whore
I take a deep breath after looking over my words. I don’t know if this is at all useful to them, but it is what I needed to say before I could say anything else.
It isn’t until after dark that the door opens and Harry looks in on me. “Have you thought about what I said?” He asks sounding as if he is expecting me to spit in his face. “Have you chosen a side?”
“Yes,” I say because I have actually chosen a side. “I wrote a thing,” I tell him pointing to the desk as I curl my feet under me on the bed.
Harry sits down and looks over the words nodding to himself. “It’s a start. It will help the people know that you are real, and these are really your thoughts. But you maybe shouldn’t sign off on it like that.” He says pointing to the bottom.
“It has to be like that or it isn’t real,” I tell him firmly and he nods before setting it aside.
He moves over so he can sit next to me on the bed and reaches out to place a hand on my knee. “If you love me, why did you try to run away?” He asks looking into my eyes.
“Because you scared me, and I love him too, and I am so worried for my people in the castle,” I tell him honestly moving a bit closer to him.
He sighs as he reaches out to pet my face. “I’m sorry for frightening you. I didn’t mean to. I just got carried away I guess.” He says looking right into my eyes. He seems so very honest that I find myself nodding. “I was hoping we could do it again, but if you don’t trust me than…”
I find myself shaking my head. “I trust you, Harry, you just need to be a bit more careful. T-He has a lifetime of learning to control his darkness; you are just starting to learn.” I say hoping it doesn’t upset him. He nods in agreement.
“You can help me learn.” He says with a smile as he slowly pushes me back onto the bed.
“This isn’t the only thing.” I remind him as he moves over me and pushes up my shirt.
“Let’s not think about it for a while Ginny. Tell me how to control this need, please?” He asks so sweetly before leaning down and kissing my stomach. Riddle is probably pissed but I can’t think of anyway but giving into him.
“What do you need Harry?” I ask trying to really help him with all of this. “To hurt me or to make me suffer?” I ask and he looks up at me curiously.
“They aren’t the same?” He asks propping himself up on his elbow so he can watch me.
“No. I like pain. I don’t suffer from most pain. You would have to really damage me I think if you wanted to make me suffer from pain.” I explain and he nods. He’s listening, and that is a good sign, right?
“So how do I make you suffer without damaging you?” He asks as if that is the most normal question in the world.
I lick my lips as I try to figure out a way to voice my thoughts. “It would have to be more, emotional pain. Humiliating me, and belittling me is much safer than physical harm.” His eyes lighten with this idea and he nods.
“And that won’t scare you?” He asks as a smirk starts to play on his lips.
“Not if you hold me after and tell me that you love me,” I tell him swallowing as I wonder what is going through his mind.
“Oh, Ginny I do love you.” He says kissing me passionately as his hands move up under my shirt. “But there are no safe words for this kind of play.” He reaches for something in his pocket and forces what can only be a snitch into my mouth.
He grins as I whimper. I don’t like the idea of not being able to tell him to stop. I guess he is right that he can’t actually harm me with his words. When fingers push into my mouth to turn the bloody thing on I try to fight again.
“Keep it in there Dark Whore or there will be consequences that you won’t like.” He says with a deadly look in his eyes. It shifts my attention from trying to spit the thing out to try to keep it in. “I’m very curious to know what Tom thinks of his fucking slut wife.” He adds as he pulls my shirt off over my head and tosses it aside. “I just thought of a better way to keep your brainless ass in this cabin.” He says as he unhooks my bra and I move towards his pants.
“Not yet baby.” He shakes his head and throws my bra, in the corner before pulling down my pants and knickers, tossing them all in a pile. Once I am naked under him, he gives me a kiss on the neck before getting up and moving away from me.
“Petrificus Totalus!” He cast, locking my body completely as if I am made of stone. He leans me back against the wall so I can watch as he collects every scrap of clothes I have in the room into the box I had used to run away.
I don’t know how this is helping him as he grabs the box then actually floats me out into the front yard. He puts the box down and it isn’t until he actually lights it up that I really believe he is burning every single piece of clothing I have here. Even my shoes are in that box!
It isn’t until there is no saving anything that he releases me from the spell and I spit out the snitch.
“What the fuck did you just do!?” I scream trying to make a useless attempt to grab something from the box as he grabs me around the waist to keep me from the flames.
“You’re wand was in that box.” He says against the back of my neck. I feel his fingers move down between my legs and there is no way I am letting him fuck me now.
“You’ve gone too far!” I turn to scream in his face and he lets go of me to actually hits me again. “Do you really think Hermione is going to stand for any of this? She is going to find out!” I keep yelling once I recover from the strike.
“Where’s the mirror?” He asks grabbing my wrist to pull me with him as he heads back into the house and I have no idea what he is talking about.
“The wards picked up communication from this place Ginny. I’m not stupid. I just can’t let you have anything I see that now. Tell me where the mirror is!” He yells back as he heads into my room.
Communication? The book? It picked up the book, but he thinks I am using a magic mirror.
“Y-you just burned it. It was hidden in my shoe.” I lie because he cannot go search my room, that book is the last thing I have left. A struggle to pull his focus away from my room. Maybe I can still get to my wand?
Merlin, what has happened to him? Why is he like this now? He turns on me to look me in the eyes again. Satisfied with something he sees there he quickly pushes me up against the wall.
“Now we can finish our fun.” He says and I try to push him away shaking my head. “You lost the snitch. I’m going to have to punish you.”
“NO!” I scream because there is no way I am letting him fuck me now.
When he tries to push my legs apart, again I hit him across the face so he knows we aren’t playing these games anymore.
“What the fuck Ginny?” He asks touching the red mark on his cheek.
“Get the fuck off of me!” I yell trying to hit him again only this time he catches my other wrist and I hear a snapping sound before I feel the heat of pain bloom in my arm. I scream because it is nothing like a pain spell. There is something just more real, about a broken bone than any spell can provide.
He leans in close to me and I see something in his eyes I never wanted to believe. “No one is ever going to come looking for you Ginny. You are mine now, so get with the program or suffer the consequences.”
“What is wrong with you?” I ask trying very hard not to pass out from the pain.
“I’m actually free for the first time in my life.” He says as he reaches for my face and slowly drags his nails down my cheek.
“Don’t you love me at all anymore?” I sniffle pathetically.
“Of course Ginny.” He says with such sincerity I get whiplash. “But my love comes with a price now. That price is obedience.”
“You’re not Harry at all.” I shake my head because this is a monster standing in front of me.
“I am Harry. But I think a few weaknesses got lost in transition.” He tells me before leaning in pressing his chest against my arm painfully so he can dominate my lips with his own.
Luna-
I’m still limping for real as I make my way back to my room alone. I don’t know exactly what Harry was doing to Ginny, but it seems she was communicating with someone outside of Harry’s control. The Dark Lord thought it was me of course, and I wonder if Harry is thinking about the consequences of showing the Dark Lord so much.
When I make it to my room, I see Daphne standing outside my door with a frown on her lips. “You don’t look good.” She says carefully and I have to wonder why she is talking to me at all.
“Thanks?” I offer as I open the door to my room and she actually follows me inside. “What are you doing?” I ask watching her as she closes the door for me.
“Blaise asked me to make sure you are alright. You don’t look it, so I’m here to help.” She tells me simply and I frown as I take a seat at my desk. “He gave you Ginny’s collar.” She adds when she notices it around my neck. “I’m sorry.”
“He likes having control,” I say because I don’t know what else I am supposed to say to this girl.
“I know.” She says and I guess she really knows better than me what he can do. “I didn’t think he would be so hard on a noble, but I guess you have no real family he has to worry about.”
I take a slow breath nodding. “I should get some work done,” I say turning to my notes and The Dark Pattern.
“Would you like some help?” She asks moving around to look at what I am doing. I guess she knows better than to ask what happened.
“Where’s my husband?” I ask suddenly wondering if he was worried about me where he could possibly be.
“I don’t know, he just said he had something important to do tonight and he wants us to make friends. We’ve fucked two of the same guys so you know we have that in common.” She says and it takes me a moment to try to figure out when she had sex with Ron before I realize she is talking about the Dark Lord.
“Blaise told me you two had a thing,” I tell her wondering if she was actually trying to upset me.
“Only briefly. So can I help?” She presses as she picks up my notes. “You’re making these cards?” She asks and when I nod my head, she nods as well. “I can get you some supplies. What do you need?”
“Are you so trusting?” I ask and she just shakes her head.
“This book is from the Dark Lord’s personal library. There is no way you have it without his permission.” She says as she motions to the book in front of me. “He keeps it in his room.” She adds a bit more stiffly.
“I will make you a list of things,” I say wondering why she really wants to help. “I’m best with watercolors so I was planning my designs around that.”
“Watercolors will be easy.” She says and I shake my head.
“There is a particular set which I think will be best for the project, but it isn’t exactly sold in an art supply store,” I admit. I’ve always wanted this rare set and this project was at least a good excuse to get them. “They are most pertinently called the Flos Venenum. They are all made with the pigment of highly poisonous flowers. But they make for very brilliant colors.”
“You want me to get you poisonous watercolors?” She asks crossing her arms as I think I have gone too far.
“Ask the Dark Lord for permission if it makes you more comfortable. I think he will agree that they will be the best tool for the job.”
“I will have to ask him to bring you poison.” She says seeming sorry.
“It is alright. Delays on this project are not unwelcome.” I admit and look at her more closely. Her colors are all over the place and I get the sense she wants to ask me something. “What do you need?”
She holds her breath a moment before looking around as if she was checking no one else was in the room. “You knew Harry Potter.”
“Yes.” I agree with a frown because no one really brings him up except for the Dark Lord.
She scratches her nose and I know that couldn’t be her only question. “Do you think my Lady is safe with him if no one else is around?” She asks as if it is a hypothetical question. No one had a connection to what is going on with Ginny except for the Dark Lord… and the one she was communicating with.
“You’re in contact with her?” I ask because I am a direct kind of person.
“What? What would make you think that?” She asks thrown off guard by my leap.
“The Dark Lord knows someone has been communicating with her. He thought it was me. He may even ask you about it because he knows it is someone Harry doesn’t have control over.”
“Shit.” She says biting her lip hard as she looks at her hands and shakes her head. She looks nervous so I know I was right.
“What has Harry done?” I ask wondering how long before the Dark Lord, thinks to ask Ginny’s loyal handmaid.
“I don’t know exactly, but she wants to come back,” Daphne says in a rush. “But it has to be on her terms. If he…” She shakes her head.
“I think you may wish to leave before he comes looking for you,” I tell her because I know she is right. If Ginny doesn’t come back on her own then it could be very dangerous for all of us.
“But if I run he will have me hunted down.” She says and I can see the gears in her head working. “How did he even find out?”
I shake my head because I don’t really know how his connection to Harry works. “I think Harry showed him,” I tell her carefully and watch as her eyes widen in horror. She drops her purse on my desk and pulls out a leather bound book and a pen. She writes something down in it as if someone’s life depended on it and I look over to see what she is writing.
Are you okay?
I frown at this, feeling a bit slow suddenly as I wonder why she would be writing that. She then stares at the words and it slowly comes to me.
“That is a message for Ginny?” I ask and she nods her head looking like she is willing a reply.
“I think Harry may still be with her. If she is hiding this from him than, she wouldn’t risk writing back.” I say trying to be comforting. “You need to think about what you are going to do.” I point out watching the page as well.
“I’m going to tell him the truth.” She says looking from me to the book. “But I need you to keep this for me. The book will glow if she replies.”
“You trust me?” I ask tilting my head.
“To protect her? Yes.” She says with a firm nod as she collects things back into her purse. “I should go before he calls for me.”
“You are very brave,” I tell her and a weird sort of look passes over her face before she nods and heads to the door.
“I’ll come pick that up tonight if I can.” She says nodding to the book. With one last breath, she turns and heads to find the Dark Lord. I hope he is gentle with her because I know she is actually trying to help Ginny.
With the book in hand, I can’t help but look at what they’ve written already. It starts out as a journal and then Daphne admits she can read it. I flip through a few pages when I find their last conversation.
There is something wrong with him. He hurt me…
My eyes keep being drawn back to those words and there is a sour feeling in my stomach as I wonder if after everything it isn’t really Harry we brought back at all?
Daphne-
I have no idea what punishment is coming, but I know it would mean my death if I run. I find the Dark Lord exiting the council room and I drop to my knees before him, trying to show my extreme reverence before I dare say a word.
“You’ve been in communication with her.” He says coldly because he is not a dumb man. “And you did not feel the need to tell your Lord?”
I take a deep breath before speaking. “Please forgive me, my Lord. I was scared you would take it away. I need to get her back if I am to regain any kind of honor in your great empire.” I tell him trying to be as honest as I can. I cannot poison this with lies, or he’ll know.
“You risk my temper for simple ambition?” He asks moving closer to me.
“It’s not ambition if I have nothing, its survival,” I argue because how can he not see that I am drowning in his disapproval.
“Survival? I’ve heard Lord Dolohov will already be seeing to that.” He says still mocking me.
I can’t help it, maybe I’ve contracted hot-headedness from Ginny, but I just can’t be meek in the face of his mocking.
“Did my service never please you, my Lord? Did I not help the Lady ‘see’ things your way?” I ask looking up at him. “Did I not help mold her to your desire?”
He looks down at me with interest that I don’t think I am going to like. I swallow lowering my head again to show my penitence.
“So you do have a spine it seems.” He says coldly. “I had been wondering if I completely broke it.”
“My Lord?” I ask looking up again.
“Follow.” He orders moving past me with swift movements so that I have to run to catch up to him. He leads me to his office thankfully and has me stand as he takes a seat behind his desk.
“Hallways have ears and I need to know how you are in contact with my wife. You see he may not be the best at reading her, but I see the lies plane on her face.” He says holding his arms over his chest.
“There is a book,” I admit biting my lip. “But please don’t ask for it?” I beg. “Let Draco and I go and get her back for you. She wants to come back my Lord. She’s actually tried to use the mark to call you.” I tell him honestly.
“Before or after he started breaking her bones?” He asks coldly and I look up in shock. “Today must be the first time he went that far. But he had hit her before correct?” He asks, but somehow he knows more about that than me.
“She said he hurt her, she wouldn’t give me details,” I admit softly.
“Of course not.” He says with a sneer. “Why should I trust that you can get her back more swiftly than I?”
I lick my lips. “You are a great and powerful wizard, my Lord. There is no limit to what you can do. But politically if you are seen as kidnapping her from the rebels, our people will never really see her as your Queen.”
“So you would risk her safety for our political gain?” He asks sounding almost amused. “Because he will kill her sooner or later.”
“I heard the prophecy, my Lord,” I admit with a lowered head.
“And now we know what it means. I will give you two weeks, out of the castle, away from distractions. If you do not bring her back I will, and you will all pay for my time.”
“My Lord.” I bite my lip and bow my head. “M-my Lord I am worried that if I leave the castle now my sister will be in danger,” I admit because this is the only time I will ever have.
“From me?” He asks sounding almost shocked.
“No, my Lord. Lord Dolohov threatened her when I broke things off with him.” I say directly.
“Weren’t we just talking about ambition? Lord Dolohov has much power.” He reminds me.
“Yes my Lord, but as I have been trying to prove, I can serve the nation with more than just bearing children. Marrying him would be becoming his slave. A kept woman.” I say honestly. “I have more to offer than that.”
“I will speak to him.” He says and I almost sigh in relief. That is one less worry. “But if you fail in this, I will give him both you and your sister.” He adds coldly.
“I understand my Lord,” I say tightly, knowing that I have cut off all other paths for myself.
“You may take one other from her household to help. I assume young Master Malfoy?”
“Yes my Lord,” I say nodding wondering what I’ve gotten Draco into.
“Go collect him now.” He waves me off.
I nearly run from his office towards Luna. I need to get that book back if we are to figure out anything else about where she is being held. I knock on the door as casually as I can and only enter after being invited. She relaxes a bit at the sight of me and then pulls the book from the desk drawer she must have stashed it in.
“I didn’t know who it was.” She says getting to her feet. “What happened with the Dark Lord?”
“Draco and I are getting one chance to save her before he steps in. It could have been much worse.” I say not knowing if it is still going to be worse in the end.
“Then you’ll need this.” She says holding the book out to me. “And you shouldn’t tarry here. I’ll give the Dark Lord my supply request myself.” She says as if her stupid cards mean anything to me at all.
“Yes, that is probably for the best,” I say as I take the book. “I’m sorry I can’t stay, but now that we have Empire backing, I hope to have the Queen back soon,” I say stuffing the journal in my bag.
“We can only hope,” Luna says as she sits back at her desk. “It will be better when she is back here.”
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