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CHAPTER 6:

Acts of Sacrifice

I know I'm right for the first time in my life.
That's why I tell you. You'd better be home soon.
~Neil Finn

Ginny rushed back to one of the shops where she and Hermione had been before meeting the boys for butterbeers. She knew how much Hermione liked the tortoiseshell hair combs and that she would never get them for herself. It was simply too frivolous and girly for the Head Girl. Ginny's pockets were heavier with birthday money than they'd ever been before, and she thought there could be nothing to make her happier than to spend it on one of her friends. It would be a wonderful surprise for Hermione and also Ron at the dance.
As she rushed to the store to gather the package, she tried to make a shortcut through one of the alleys. As an athlete and one who had already experienced Dark magic so young, she was keeping aware of her surroundings as she went. She made it to the shop quickly and without incident.
"Madam Stone," Ginny asked the shopkeeper, "I wanted to buy those tortoiseshell combs my friend was looking at earlier."
Madam Stone smiled kindly to the young witch. "Are you sure you still have enough money, dear?"
"Yes! Today is my birthday," Ginny said with a smile and indirect explanation.
"A-ha, well then you shall have them," the witch said jovially and quickly completed the transaction.
Ginny stuffed the small package into a pocket in her robes and happily bounced out of the shop on her way back to Hogwarts.
She felt proud of herself and high on happiness, but it was then that her defenses were at the lowest. As she unthinkingly meandered into one of the less public parts of Hogsmeade, she realized she was being followed. Her guess was that there were at least two men, and it seemed that there might be a third with them. Ginny took out her wand defensively as she made her way though the streets.
The footfalls of pursuers came loudly on Ginny's ears, so she began to run faster away from them. When she sped up, so did the ones tracking her. Using her talent with the bat bogey hex, she aimed over her shoulder and got one of the men chasing her. She congratulated herself inwardly as she would when scoring a Quidditch goal, but she kept on moving.
Unfortunately, she couldn't move fast enough away from one of the hidden men, and she was quickly disarmed.
"Expelliarmus!" one yelled and Ginny's wand flew from her hands. Ginny cursed herself for falling for one of the oldest dueling spells in the book.
She turned around to face the one who had taken her wand, and she scanned the area around her for a potential weapon that she could use for non-magical combat. She was a Weasley and a Gryffindor and would not go down so easily without a fight. Her heart pounded in her chest as she saw the men come out of the shadows and walk closer to her.
Before she could use her voice again and scream, one incanted, "Silencio!"
Still she tried to run, but one aimed a spell at her back that finished her capture. "Petrificus Totalus!"
Ginny was felled as surely as a mighty tree in a forest cut down by a lumberjack. Though she was petrified, she knew all of her surroundings in its sounds, colors, odors and associated tastes. She smelled the copper of her own blood and felt the warmth of it as it dripped from the cut she got from her head as she fell to the rocks of the street, and Ginny tasted the blood inside her mouth where she had accidentally bitten herself as she fell. Because she could do nothing to free herself, she felt like she was trapped in amber.
Her eyes were quickly covered with a blindfold so that her world was made dark. Then the group of captors took Ginny's frozen body and made their way to one of the most disreputable parts of Hogsmeade. One of the men paid to stay for a room with a fireplace on the Floo network while the others waited outside in disguise. When the rental of the room was purchased, the group used the Floo to return from wherever they had come, taking Ginny with them away from Hogsmeade, Hogwarts and the safety of her friends.
~*~*~*~
Jonathan Moss was both young and handsome. He had rich, dark hair and lovely blue eyes, which were usually twinkling with joy. He was immediately likeable to most everyone that met him. He had the air of a "people-person," and that was something very much needed for his work at Gringotts Wizard Bank. He successfully interfaced with goblins, Muggles and Wizards when many others did not have the flexibility to do so.
His bright personality also kept him off the radar of Dark magic. He smiled too often and told sincere jokes. He was esteemed by his peers to have quite a keen intellect and an admirable work ethic. As Bill Weasley had assessed, Jonathan was a "nice bloke," and he wasn't an overly conceited one who brought undue attention to himself.
To those who knew him intimately, Jonathan seemed the living embodiment of dichotomy. While it was true that he was both pleasant and charming, he was also capable of being completely destructive while appearing to all the world to be as pure as the freshly fallen snow. He had taken advantage of the confusion and terror that comes from war and had begun to serve his own peculiar interests.
Jonathan was interested in people. He wanted people of his own, and he wanted to see what their limits were. How much pain could a man stand before he would break or go insane? He sometimes felt an affinity with Muggle scientists because he loved to observe and see the possibility of all action.
He even had a hero of sorts among the Muggles, a lovely German doctor that had been named Josef. To Moss, Josef's twin studies had been pure brilliance. The victims of the Angel of Death might have argued against him had they been able, but the end result was not Jonathan's interest, only the process. As such, he dismissed the disposal of human life at his hands or those of his idol Mengele.
It was with that sense of curiosity and excitement that he waited for the package that his men were bringing him from Hogsmeade. When they appeared, he made quick strides with his long legs to the point they had entered by Floo.
"Who did you bring me?" He took off his leather gloves and slapped them impatiently across his palm.
One of the thugs shoved the blindfolded Ginny forward and then pushed her down on her knees. He ground his elbow into her back, but she struggled against him.
"Oooh!" he cooed, "a ginger-haired spitfire. This could be fun!" Jonathan's eyes danced with delight. "Are there others, or did you only get me one this time?"
The one known as Theo sputtered, "We had enough trouble grabbing this one!" Seeing the child-like happiness on Jonathan's face change to something darker, he quickly amended, "Sir!"
Jonathan let Theo's insolence pass for the moment and kneeled beside Ginny. "She really does have lovely hair. Such a striking red that is." He stood up to declare, "Do not touch the hair. There will be no cutting or maiming for the sake of humiliation."
When one of the men looked surprised, he said in a smooth and confident voice, "I didn't say we wouldn't have a little fun with the girl. Do you think I've gone daft?" It wasn't a real question, and the minions were not stupid enough to answer it. "We just won't change the hair. Is that understood?"
They shuffled uncomfortably in their places, but mumbled something close enough to a "Yes" that Moss was satisfied.
Moss took out his wand and shouted a curse at his new human pet. "Silencio!" With Ginny unable to speak, he began his next task.
He motioned for Theo and his partner to move Ginny from the floor to a metal table near the center of the room. After they complied, Moss returned his gloves to his hands with the air of a surgeon getting ready for an operation. He reached inside his boot for the long dagger he carried there. He began to cut the clothes away from Ginny's body while alternately singing and whistling "London Bridge."
"Falling down! Falling down!" He sliced open the seam at her back and stopped to stare at her pale, freckled skin.
"Oh, this is nice. Very few blemishes. I would have to say you did a good job this time." He whistled again as he took his hands and ripped the robe the rest of the way down.
"Build it up with rocks and sand, rocks and sand..." Jonathan turned her over on her back to begin his work of removing the last scraps of her clothing and inspecting the rest of Ginny's naked form. His method was cold and clinical with the exception of the occasional bits of melody.
When Jonathan was done examining her, he sent the others away and waited in the room alone with Ginny. He walked around the table watching her and tapping his fingers to his chin in thought. When he came to a decision he took out his wand and performed an elaborate spell with several words Ginny did not know. It ended with her being enveloped in a purple flame. It continued to burn darkly until the flame became a yellow gold that disappeared.
Ginny felt herself tingle from head to foot, but unlike she feared, it did not hurt. It would be one of the few things about her time with Moss that did not actually cause physical or mental pain. She watched him as he stared at her and waited with apprehension for what would come.
Jonathan put away his wand and came over to where she lay on the table. His expression was clouded. Ginny looked up at him and some part of her brain registered that he was really quite attractive. Tom Riddle had been attractive, too, and she had almost died because of him.
"I assume you will be wondering just why you are here and how long we intend to keep you. You will be mine until you no longer amuse me." He looked the length of her. "For now I find you highly amusing. The only question now is how this amusement and entertainment will present itself."
He paced by the table again, and stopped to speak at length. "I used to date this witch that was really into kinky sex," he said as he whispered low into her ear. "She taught me quite a few things, I must tell you!" He bawdily laughed and smiled off into the distance before continuing.
"One of the best things she taught me was the spell I just used on you. You see, she was quite the fan of Sacharissa Tugwood. I admire that in a person–having a hero, that is." He found a stool and brought it closer to the table so he could continue his story for Ginny.
"You see, you've got beautiful skin and hair. You're simply lovely, do you realize that?" Jonathan's gloved fingers roamed over Ginny's exposed torso. "Truly, truly lovely." He looked at her face again while clasping his hands together. "So, I did the only thing I could do in this situation. I charmed you with a non-scarification spell. No matter what we do to you, there won't be any marks left from it. At lest not on the outside," he said with some amusement in his voice.
"Oh, sure, your mental scars might never heal, but I don't plan on giving you much time to dwell on that. I am not a total monster after all! But you know, Ginger... Do you mind if I call you Ginger?" He waited as if he expected an answer, which she couldn't give verbally since she was still under the Silencio curse.
"When I do kill you, and believe me that I will, I will use all this hair and skin of yours. I could make an excellent whip out of those flaming locks. It gives me a rise just thinking about it!" He shivered gleefully to himself. "I bet I could make a magnificent cat-o-nine-tails.
"And did you know that some people will pay to have dresses made out of flesh? I kid you not! It's really quite an exciting business." He looked at her critically again. "Others want to make lamp shades with human skin. That's rather odd if you ask me, but you already have skin that poets could consider luminescent. Maybe you would look good as a lamp.
"Of course there is the overseas market for internal organs, but that honestly doesn't interest me. Well, there is good money in that, sure, but a man has to have some fun! Right? I've got to spoil something, or what is the use in trying?"
He rocked on the back two legs of the stool contemplating. "Well, maybe that's it, Ginger. I could actually try this time to make as much damage as possible without scars and the like. It would be a challenge, but I can't see how it would really be any fun.
"Well," he said as he stood up, "you've given me quite a lot to think about, I must say. I'll have Robert bring you some food later. After all, I can't have my guest starve before I get a chance to play with her, can I? There would be no fun in that."
Jonathan walked out of the room softly humming "Row, row, row your boat." Meanwhile Ginny was still naked and bound to the cold metal table.
~*~*~*~

12 Grimmauld Place, October 31st, evening

Remus returned from yet another of the many small errands for the Order. He often regretted that they were still located at the Black house. It only reminded him that Sirius was gone. He'd lost twelve years with the only person he'd ever really loved, and even though Sirius had been returned to him for a time, he still ended up losing him in the end. If he were a cynical man, he'd say life was cruel, especially to him.
As it was, he was presently a tired man. It didn't cheer his spirits that Nymphadora Tonks thought of him as her personal charity project. She'd continually tried working on Order business with him and had generally been in his way. Maybe it was her way of trying to give comfort and be a friend. He thought differently, however, and as often as he tried to tell her he wasn't interested in her that way, she refused to acknowledge it.
He began undressing quietly in his room while singing the folk song "Black is the Color" softly to himself.

"Black is the color of my true love's hair,

His face is something truly rare

The purest eyes and the strongest hands

I love the ground on where he stands..."

Before he could remove his trousers, he heard a knock at his door and went to investigate. Most likely it was Tonks to offer some conversation that he wasn't in the mood to hear just then. When he opened the door she looked him up and down in a deliberate way. She was as clumsy with flirting as she was with almost everything else she did.
"Do you want something?" he asked her with impatience.
"A cup of sugar..." she said slowly, amused at the originality of her line. She reached out to drag her fingertips lightly across his bare chest.
"In the kitchen pantry," he said while turning her around to leave. "If that's all, I will talk to you in the morning." He tried to close his bedroom door, but she shoved her hand and foot back inside.
"But Remus!" she protested.
"Good night, Nymphadora!" he said with exasperation.
Tonks narrowed her eyes and pouted. "You know I hate it when you call me that."
"Yes, I know. Now go away so I can get some sleep." He successfully managed to get her away from his door and locked it behind her.
Remus shook his head to get her out of it. It wasn't that he honestly disliked her or even that she was so very annoying. It was that tonight his mind was many miles away, or more correctly sixteen years away when everything in his adult life had changed. It was on this day sixteen years ago that Lord Voldemort had murdered Lily and James Potter.
Remus continued his undressing and stared at the wizard photo he had of the group of friends that had been taken on James and Lily's wedding day. Every friendly face was there, happy and smiling back at him. Sirius, the joker even in photos, was trying to blow him a kiss while Remus finished divesting himself of all clothing. As Remus slipped his nude body between the sheets of the large and empty bed, he felt like he was the most alone person in the world.
~*~*~*~

November 1st, morning

Hands were reaching out into the darkness, hands that were touching everywhere including the most intimate places. Hands felt the legs and the tender skin of the thighs, higher still until they found the delicate center. The hands kept roaming all over without ceasing, touching and turning with a familiarity that should only be given to a precious few.
In the drowning darkness words were mumbled without coherency until a face appeared in the swirling mist. A cowled Sirius showed himself to Remus after having touched him with reverence and desire. The fear that had been gripping Remus gave way to melancholy as he saw the one he loved most dearly standing before him. Some part of him knew Sirius was gone, but Remus wanted to believe that this was truth.
Sirius began speaking, but Remus could not hear him. His lips were moving and they were putting him into a trance of desire and regret for all that he could not have. The wizard removed the cowl from his head and stepped closer to Remus. He stared into the other man's wide grey eyes and paused to reach up his fingers to touch his lips. Remus felt it like a brush of wind that had no beginning and no end.
Sirius leaned in to kiss Remus fully on the mouth, to which Remus responded with untamed hunger. The kisses were deep, passionate and insistent. They begged for life and to go on forever, but it was not so. Sirius pulled away to smile at Remus lovingly, and he placed his hands along his lover's jaw so he could look at him earnestly in the eyes. Remus did not want to stop kissing his fallen beloved and tried to resist the loss of contact.
Sirius smiled again to him, and opened his mouth to speak. This time when he spoke, Remus could hear him.
"You have to save her," Sirius warned him in a low voice that brooked no argument.
"Who?" Remus was too distracted by his proximity to Sirius to really care.
Sirius seemed stern as he warned, "Can't you hear her crying? You must go save her, Moony."
Remus started to listen and did indeed hear a female voice whimpering with agony to the deepest part of the soul.
"I hear it," he said softly as he looked to Sirius, who stroked his face.
As her cries started to get louder, Sirius set Remus free and stepped back into the mist of the dream. Remus tried to reach for Sirius, but he could not touch him.
"Padfoot, don't go!" Remus pleaded.
The female voice, heretofore incomprehensible, started to sound like speech. The ache and pounding on his ears crossed the threshold of understanding until Remus understood the first terrified words. //Help me!//
Sirius was more translucent than a ghost as he whispered. "You have to help her, Remus. You are her only hope."
"But what must I do? I don't understand!" he said frantically as he watched Sirius slip away from him in the illusive way as the pebbles of sand dripping away through the hour glass.
"Listen with your heart, Remus. It will guide you when all the magic around you will fail," Sirius said in the enigmatic way of dreams that is not very helpful in the waking. He then completely vanished into the mist leaving Remus alone.
"SIRIUS!" Remus shouted in pain as again his beloved was ripped from him.
Remus woke up in a cold sweat alone in bed with the sound of the girl's cries still echoing in his mind's ear and the feel of Sirius' kisses on his lips. When the rapid pounding of his heart had stilled, he was certain he'd had a horrible nightmare that was of no real importance. He threw his pillow over his head and tried in vain to find a peaceful sleep.
~*~*~*~
In the morning when Remus felt able to join the land of the living, he trudged down to the kitchen in search of a stout cup of coffee. There at the kitchen table he found Tonks and Alastor Moody barely eating the breakfast in front of them. They were instead speaking animatedly about some new crisis that had developed while he was sleeping.
Remus paid little attention to them as he staggered over to the source of his desired black liquid.
It was Moody who noticed and addressed him first. "You look like you went through two full moon transformations last night." Both men knew that the previous night had, in fact, been a new moon.
"I had some really strange dreams and didn't sleep well," he replied to Moody minimally. "I need something strong to start off the morning." Lupin rubbed the bridge of his nose and then reached for the coffee.
Tonks entered the conversation by saying, "When we tell you what we learned while you were getting your beauty sleep, you will need something stronger."
Lupin questioned her with a look, to which Tonks replied, "Ginny Weasley has been kidnapped."
"Voldemort!" Lupin cursed, spilling much of his coffee on the floor.
"We do not know that with complete certainty," Moody began pragmatically, "but it would likely be so. There have been a series of child abductions lately, and it is believed to be the work of Death Eaters."
"Yes, yes! I know. I read the papers just as much as you do." Lupin took a drink of his coffee and tried to mentally digest this new development. "How are Author and Molly?"
"Frantic with worry." Tonks said succinctly.
"The young Weasley was taken from Hogsmeade yesterday while a group of Hogwarts students were spending the day there. Tonks and I plan on starting there for gathering information." Moody moved his things away from the table and gestured that he was ready to begin their search.
"Were any others taken?" Remus asked the other two.
"No others, it seems," Tonks replied.
Lupin nodded at her comment. "While you go to Hogsmeade, I should go see Molly. I can also check the books for different location spells."
"Aye, Remus." Moody pursed his lips in a tight, thin line and then called, "Dora! Come, Lass."
While Tonks would have clearly preferred to be with Remus, she was not blind to her duty as an Auror. Being the professional she was, she joined Moody as they Apparated to Hogsmeade.
Remus took another drink from his cup and then left it in the kitchen sink. He walked to his chamber upstairs to dress for his visit to the Burrow.

~*~*~*~

The Neil Finn quote in this chapter is from "Better Be Home Soon", performed by Crowded House on Temple of Low Men.
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