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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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Ginny-
“I was wondering when you’d make your way down here pet.” Tom says sounding more than a little amused.
“No!” I hear Hermione scream from within the cell. “No! Run! RUN!” She’s panicking; not knowing who I am isn’t making her any less worried for my safety.
I turn to face him and I can see the pleasure on his face at Hermione’s fear. “I should show her exactly what I’ve done to her best friends sister.” He says dropping the spell he’d put on Milly, and letting the girl up from to her knees.
“Go.” He orders her turning his attention on my maid for a moment. “Don’t speak of who you found down here.” He adds with a threatening growl.
Once she’s running off down the hall, Tom turns his attention back on me. Hermione is still yelling for me to run but I know there’s no place to go.
“You wanted me down here?” I ask making her fall silent so she can listen to the exchange.
“I wanted you to find her on your own, in your own time.” He admits with a smirk. “Why do you think I left you clues?”
“Why?” I ask swallowing the nervous lump in my throat.
“Because I wanted to be ready to make our next deal.” He says taking a step closer to me. “Shall we go in and see our lovely temptation?”
“What have you done to her?” I ask trying to seem brave.
“Let’s go see.” He presses and unlocks Hermione’s door with a spell. Opening it so I have to enter first, he moves in close behind me before locking it again.
“G-ginny?” Hermione asks looking at me with wide eyes, clearly taking in my clothes and seeming lack of physical harm.
I feel Tom’s arm wrap around my side as he lets his hand settle on my stomach.
“You bastard!” She screams trying to lunge for us but being cut off by a chain connected to a metal collar around her neck.
“I’m so sorry Hermione.” I say trying to move toward her but Tom is holding be firmly. “I didn’t know…”
Now that I’m in the cell, I can see every detail of wounds, scars and bruises that seem to cover her skin.
“What have you done to her?” Hermione asks, as she can’t take her eyes off how his hand is grasping me so intimately.
“I’m making her mine.” He says as if that should be obvious.
“Get your hands off of her you bastard!” Hermione growls ever full of the fire and protectiveness. I have to admit when Tom calls me is lioness I can’t help but think Hermione is the real lioness here.
“Impressed with her little show after everything I’ve done to her?” Tom asks me as he brushes his lips against my neck.
I don’t want to talk about my friend as if she isn’t here so I just nod and try to pull out of his arms again. “My Lord please?” I ask sending a deep frown over Hermione’s face and making Tom laugh. “Just tell me what you want.” I say my voice breaking at the confusion in my friend’s expression.
“I’ve finished the potion that will protect me from your influence.” He says pressing his chest against my wounded back. “You’ll take it and you’ll spend tonight with me.”
“If I do you’ll stop hurting her.” I say firmly.
“No.” Hermione says finally realizes what we’re talking about, and why I’m here in the first place. “No you can’t do that for me Ginny.” She says shaking her head. “You can’t give yourself to him.”
“I will stop hurting her for as long as you’re by my side.” Tom offers as his hand slips down to my leg.
“Ginny don’t do this, it isn’t worth it.” She begs with no idea what I’ve already given to him.
“Let me put her under my protection and I’ll agree to marry you.” I say as my heart is racing.
“Make a mudblood one of your maids?” He asks as if it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever requested.
Hermione falls silent at my offer and his response. She’s obviously trying to assess what’s been going on while she was trapped in this hell.
“Yes.” I press, making to take my friend out of this place in this moment. “With a room attached to my own.”
“You’re going to have to make your offer a lot better than that.” He says as he pulls up the hem of my dress.
“What else do I have to give?” I ask taking in a slow and steadying breath.
“You’ll have to start kneeling at my feet for all public events and you’ll bare my heir once we’re married.” He says firmly.
“Fine.” I agree with a quick nod knowing I would say yes to anything to keep Hermione safe.
“And you have to choose her a husband.” He adds after a moment’s thought.
I bit my lip and nod again. “Good girl.” Tom coos and nips my neck before he pulls away. “You’ll stay here with her until I’m ready for you tonight.” He says firmly. A moment later, I hear the cell door once again lock.
Hermione and I look at one another for a long moment as we assess the other.
“Why did you do that?” She asks sounding sad as she keeps her eyes on me.
“It was in my power to make your life better, how could I not?” I ask her taking a step closer.
“Ginny what’s been going on?” She asks moving to the end of the chain holding her to the wall. I once again notice how worn and scratched her voice sounds.
“Tom’s won. He’s slowly been expanding this Dark Empire across Europe. There’s a resistance fighting back, but they can’t do much.” I say feeling sick for having to tell her all this. “I know some simple healing magic, may I?” I ask pulling out my wand.
“You have a wand?” She asks her eyes wide.
“Tom is letting me attend school.” I say flushing slightly. “It’s somewhat restricted. I can’t do anything against him with it.
She nods slowly still frowning as she looks at it. “Okay.” She agrees finally looking at my eyes. “What happened to you Ginny?”
I cast the few healing spells I know hoping it will take away some of her pain.
“I’m the Dark Lord’s personal consort. If I’m good, he lets me help people. This is even limited, but if I’m not good it doesn’t do anything for anyone.” I defend waiting for her to tear me apart for playing Tom’s game.
“That’s why you called him your Lord?” She asks already sounding better. “Because you’re playing their game?”
I nod slowly.
“But you’re not one of them?” She asks and I can see her fear starting to rise.
“I don’t know what that question means.” I tell him and shake my head. “I’m not the same girl Harry loved.” I tell her taking another step closer, wanting to touch her. I need to know she’s truly real.
“If you saw a way out, would you run?” She asks as she reaches out for my hand.
“I couldn’t. They would hurt the people I love.” I tell her knowing she would at least understand this.
Hermione takes in a slow breath as we just hold hands. “I understand.” She says finally and suddenly we’re in each other’s arms. I feel myself break down into tears as I hug one of my oldest friends. It’s nice to know Hermione is still Hermione and she still knows everything.
Luna-
I wait for the very moment the gates to the encampment start to open before Apparating into a storeroom I figured would be empty. The tracing spells aren’t as good when they have to open the gates to let people in or out. It’s shoddy work, but what does one expect from government contracts? Once inside I take a look out into the hall and find it abandoned. It’s the advantage of coming here so late at night.
Slowly I make my way down to where I know the men’s dorms should be. With the amount of manpower in this place, I don’t think I can get everyone out, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try. When I get to the door, I’m looking to use a counter spell given to me by a very uncomfortable guard.
I don’t feel like smiling when the door opens as I find a single man sleeping inside. I was hoping for more than just a guy, where were they keeping everyone else. Feeling nervous about this development I slip into the room and close the door. Maybe the man will have answers that can save others.
I lean over him carefully and shake his shoulder. I know Death isn’t someone you want to look at when just waking up, but I can’t risk showing this man my real face.
He blinks up at me a few times and rolls over in his bed. “It isn’t my time.” He says with such absurdity I have to chuckle. The sound is deep and mellow as the voice-changing spell does its job.
“I’m here to get you out along with any other muggleborns we can find.” I tell him which makes him roll over to look at me more seriously.
“I’m not a muggleborn.” He says though he still sits up. “I’m a pureblood.”
“Are you being held here against your will?” I ask him standing up myself.
“Well yes…” the old man starts but I don’t let him finish.
“Then that’s good enough for me.” I tell him and turn to move towards the door. “Do you know where they’re keeping most of the population?” I ask him listing at the door as I do.
“They don’t let me leave the room.” He says frowning as I hear him moving behind me. “Too much to get done.” He says and soon he’s next to me.
“What kind of work?” I ask before opening the door and letting him follow me down the hall. “Anything they can think to put my dying mind to.” He says seeming almost cheerful when he talks about dying. “Nice to keep busy before the end.”
I frown though he wouldn’t be able to see that. “What are you dying of?” I ask as I check the next door to find an empty room. I decide then they aren’t in this hall at all. I want to kick something now; I can’t just go searching this whole camp without direction.
“Old age.” He says simply as I lead him back to the storeroom I came in at. I look at my watch to make sure I time our exit correctly.
Exactly when I timed when the next gate opening should be I Appreciate both of us out of the camp. When we land, we’re right where I wanted to be in a dark corner of Diagon Alley.
“Old age?” I ask with a frown.
“Oh yes, I’m already six hundred and sixty something.” He says as if it isn’t of real concern.
“That’s impossible.” I say not used to having to use that word. “The only modern wizard who lived to even near that age was Nicolas Flamel, and he died over five years ago.” I tell him looking at this man in a new light.
“Well that’s when I stopped taking the Elixir of Life, but it still takes some time for death to really settle in after one has been taking it for so long.”
“You’re Nicolas Flamel, the Master Alchemist?” I ask blinking at his easy demeanor around me and after just being pulled from his bed in the middle of the night.
“Nice to meet you…” he let his words trail off to encourage me to give him a name.
“Death.” I answer looking around to make sure no one is around.
“Well we both know that isn’t true.” He says with a chuckle by waves it away again. “Do you have a plan now; you seem to be at a loss.” He points out after a moment.
“I was going to turn you over to the rebellion.” I tell him and he makes a sour face. “No thank you, do you know a good place to get some tea?”
“You can’t be seen in public now Mr. Flamel. You’ll be hunted down.” I remind him.
“Oh that, well I can handle that. I’ll just turn myself in.” He says evenly.
“If you didn’t want to leave why did you come with me?” I ask on the edge of frustration from this completely useless night.
“You look like someone with interesting problems, I like to solve problems. For instance, is that your face, or some kind of disease?” He asks curiously.
Something clicks in my brain but I force myself not to sound too excited with the idea. “I could take you to someone with a very interesting magical problem.” I tell him, thinking having a magical genius on Harry’s case wouldn’t hurt it one bit.
“Oh?” He asks interestedly.
“I’ll let her explain it.” I tell him before Apparating us to my own grounds, a decent way from the house. “You’ll find her up there.” I say pointing to my own house.
“Well this already seems much better than living with the rebels.” He says happily before heading towards the house. When I’m sure, he’s on his way I Apparate into Death’s room so I can remove and store the robe out of sight.
When I catch sight of Mr. Flamel near the house, I walk outside and look at him with what I hope is a confused tone.
“How did you get here?” I ask frowning and looking around. “My wards don’t allow just anyone to Apparate in.”
“A mutual friend gave me a ride.” He says holding his hand out to me. “He says you have an interesting problem?”
“Humm, maybe?” I say taking his hand hesitantly. “Who are you?” I ask and really look at him for the first time. His colors have a halo of gold that seems to diminish as I’m watching it. It’s something I’ve never seen before.
“Oh yes, sorry. Nicolas Flamel at your service.” He says bowing deeply. “You have a magical problem to solve?”
I stand there for a stunned moment before nodding slowly. “Do you know anything about soul magic Mr. Flamel?” I ask as I invite him in.
Daphne-
I look the Death Eater in the eye waiting for his answer. I knew my brief pregnancy was something the Dark Lord didn’t like people to talk about and I liked it that way myself. So the fact that this man just spoke so lightly about the fact my fertility has been proven makes me nervous and angry.
“The Dark Lord told me.” He says as concern flashes over his face and he continues to lead me out of the building.
“Why would he do that?” I ask myself more than the man next to me.
“He promised you a good match once. He wanted to make sure I gave you a fair shot.” He says more lightly now.
“So I have both Lucius Malfoy and the Dark Lord singing my praises. No wonder you’re so eager.” I say a bit mockingly.
“I wouldn’t go that far.” Dolohov says dryly. “It isn’t like we sit around and gossip like some teenage girls, but the Dark Lord did feel I needed a reminder of the law I’ve help pass and that I far exceed its age limit. And if this new title of mine is to mean anything I need an heir.”
“So they suggested me?” I ask starting to relax a bit again.
“The Dark Lord mentioned you yes, but it has been Lucius who has really latched onto the idea.”
“He wants me away from his son. In this new world we live in I’m not good enough for him.” I tell him easily. “Though it’s funny that he think I’m good enough for you.”
Dolohov chuckles and nods his head. “Lucius is a snob; we all know it, but the fact remains that you and Draco do nothing for each other in marriage.”
“Life would be a lot easier if the man believed I wasn’t planning to marry his son.”
“No, you only plan to keep up a dangerous game of going outside your marriage with him.” The man next to me points out dryly.
“I’m sure only until we tire of each other, then we will both move onto other lovers.” I say in passing so this man really doesn't understand the full scope of my feelings for Draco.
“Why not just marry a man who can satisfy you in a way that you don’t need a lover?” He suggests as his hand moves from my back to my ass.
He takes me to a little cafe in Diagon Alley for lunch, sitting a fair distance away so as not to seem too eager.
“Are you so sure you can satisfy a woman half your age?” I ask finally unable to help my flirting nature now.
“Oh I have my ways.” He says really looking at me now.
I lean in slowly propping my chin on my hands as I slip one of my shoes off. “Do you know what would satisfy me right now?” I ask slipping my toes along his ankle.
“What is that?” He asks keenly interested in my needs.
“The voting report on the Assets Protection Law.” I say in the same honeyed voice as I let my foot gracefully slip up his inner calf.
He chuckles nodding and pulls a few scrolls out of his bag. “I was wondering when we would get back to that.” He says as he hands the scrolls over.
I move to drop my foot so I can read the reports when he catches it in his hand and pulls it all the way into his lap. Smirking at him, I look down at the scrolls.
“It passed with a decent margin, though it was closer than I expected it to be with the Dark Lord’s support.” He explains the numbers as he started to use deft hands to massage my foot.
I have to admit the feel if his hands on my skin is surprisingly erotic and I have a slightly hard time following what he’s saying. By the time, he’s done with the report I realize I’m panting a bit.
“How are you doing that?” I ask as a quiver of pleasure radiates up my leg.
“Experience.” He says simply as he finally lets my foot drop back to the floor before catching my hand. “I know you worry about how your husband will hold up against the Dark Lord as a lover.” He says in a very quiet voice.
I frown at the way he puts it, wondering what exactly they’ve told him about me so far.
“I’ve seen him with his lovers in the past. I don’t think I could compare. We aren’t the same kind of lover.” He says and I have no idea what he’s getting at.
“The same kind of lover?” I ask but before he can answer, the waitress comes with our food. I hadn’t even noticed her take our order and I wonder when that happened. Once she’s gone, he looks back at me, something new in his eyes.
“You may not have noticed me, but I saw you a few times while you were his Mistress.” He says changing his tactic. “It didn’t seem to me that the two of you aligned right in certain areas.”
I blush slightly as I think about how bruised and hurt I always was during my time with him.
“You didn’t seem to have the fire in you that you have now.”
I swallow thickly and look down at the salad he must have ordered for me. “You’re trying to say you won’t hurt me.” I say in a soft voice.
“I’m trying to say that your tastes didn’t seem to align well with our Lord’s and that I think you and I would be a better match.”
Making sure my voice in calm and no tears come to my eyes I look back up at him. “If you’re going to keep working to pursue me you should know that that area isn’t exactly easy for me.” I tell him thinking that maybe the truth will put him off. “I have a great amount of trust with Draco which is one of the things that allows our relationship. He’s been very patient with me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to feel the same thing with another man.”
“So that is what’s really keeping you distant?” He asks sounding more curious than anything.
“Partly, I still think you’re too smart.” I tell him trying to lighten the mood.
“I think we can work with that.” He says with a smile. “I think I can gain your trust.”
Ginny-
When Tom returns for me, Hermione and I are sitting against the far wall talking softly. At the sound of the door, I feel her flinch ever so slightly and I wonder for the thousandth time exactly what he’s been doing to her down here. She’s refused to go into detail so far, but I know she’s just trying to protect me.
“It’s time for you to live up to your end my little lioness.” He says as he steps fully into the room.
I take in a slow breath looking up at him. “What about Hermione?” I ask not wishing to leave her in this cell for a moment longer than I have to.
“She’ll be moved as soon as we have finished a space for her. Until then you can visit her every day down here. Make sure I’m not…” He pauses and his words take on a mocking tone. “hurting her.”
I look at my friend as I move to get up and she grasps my wrist. “Please don’t do this Ginny.” She begs softly and I know she’s just trying to protect me.
“It’s already done.” I tell her before kissing her head and getting to my feet. “But I do want a proper bed down here for her.” I say turning cold eyes on Tom. “Unless you’re backing out of the deal?”
He only smiles at me and shakes his head. “That’s an acceptable compromise. Better than I thought you’d demand.” He admits holding his hand out to me.
I glance back to Hermione trying to show her I’m not afraid as Tom leads me out of her cell. The moment the door is locked back in place a pain shoots from the collar tracing through my entire body and making me scream as it disables me. It’s so strong and overwhelming, I completely blackout as my knees hit the stone floor.
When I wake again I feel better than I have in days. There’s no more pain or even stiffness in my back or anywhere. I realize quickly that he probably had a healer finally see me while I was out cold. More than likely, he wants a fresh canvas for his games tonight.
My stomach twists as I think about what tonight is actually going to bring. Opening my eyes slowly I find that I’m laying on the leather couch in his office, not exactly where I expected. I can hear the sounds of quill on paper and wonder how long I could get away with still pretending to be asleep.
I take in a deep breath knowing it will be better for me if he doesn’t think I’m trying to hold back from our deal so I sit up slowly and look over at him.
“Come kneel here.” He says motioning to the space beside his chair. When I start to get to my feet, he shakes his head, not actually looking up at me. “Crawl.”
Swallowing I lower myself to my knees and start to crawl over to him. As I do I feel a very slight twinge of pleasure that I figure is coming from the collar as some kind of reward. He’s working to train me with positive and negative reinforcement as one would a pet.
Settling on my knees at his side, I look up to study him more closely.
“I have one last meeting, and then we’ll have some fun.” He tells me not looking up. After a few more minutes of only the sound of writing, Tom stops to look down at me. He brushes gentle fingers through my hair and I can almost see Harry in his expression. “You were made to kneel at my feet.” He says as if it’s some kind of compliment.
With his words, he increases the pleasure flow and I can’t help as my breath deepens. “If you can honestly say no part of you is actually just a little bit excited by tonight I’ll wait until our nuptials to truly make you mine.”
“I’m already yours Master.” I say just at the door opens and I flush glad I can’t be seen behind his desk.
“My Lord, you wished to see me?” The honey sweet tone of Bellatrix Lestrange calls from the door. I’m guessing she didn’t hear my comment after all, and doesn’t know I’m so close to Tom if she’s sounding like she’s such a good mood.
“Yes Bella, please sit down.” He says looking at her with a pleasant smile. As she sat, he reached his hand down and started to play with my hair. The gesture seemed thoughtless, but I knew better.
“What can I do for you my Lord?” She asks in a way that sounds halfway suggestive, half way worshipful.
“I need a room installed on the other side of Ginevra’s. It should be about a fourth of its side and only have a door leading into my pet’s.” He starts and I wonder why he’s giving this job to an enforcer like Mrs. Crazytown.
“My Lord?” She asks sounding just as confused as I am.
“There should be a small attached bathroom as well. I don’t want the mudblood washing where my pet washes.” He says with a sneer his hand tightening in my hair suddenly.
“My Lord?” She asks again and I can only imagine her expression right now.
“Can you have it done within the next week or so?” He asks as if he hasn’t noticed her confusion in the least.
“Of course my Lord, I would have to spend a lot of time in…” She trails off and I can hear her disgust. “...your pet’s room. Will that be okay?”
“I’m sure you can behave yourself with my fiancé.” He says dropping that bomb on her in a way that will make sure she hates me even more.
“Your...” She asks then obviously thinks better of it. “Of course my Lord. Congratulations.” She says bitterly.
“You may go now.” He dismisses her before yanking my head back by my hair to open my neck to him.
“Now that that’s done with, we can have some fun.” Tom says as he lets go of me and gets to his feet.
I stay where I am as I watch him walk over to a cabinet in the corner of his room and unlock it. Inside are an array of random objects and bottles. My stomach sinks as he pulls out a deep blue one and walks back over to me.
“Sip it slowly. We don’t want you throwing it up.” He tells me holding the bottle out to me.
“What is it?” I ask as a scent of tar rises from it when I uncork the bottle.
“You really don’t want to know.” He tells me seriously and motions for me to drink as he sits back in his chair.
I take a small sip from the bottle but only because I had already promised to drink it. If it was at all possible, it tastes worse than it smells and I gag a little as I try to swallow.
“Maybe I don’t.” I agree before drinking the thankfully small but highly putrid concoction. All the while Tom watched me closely as if he was expecting to see me in a different way once the potion was finished. “Do you think this will change your feelings for me?” I ask curiously.
“Do you think I have feelings for you?” He asks me coldly.
“I think you desire me, and I think you even respect me a little sometimes.” I tell him thoughtfully. “I think you even enjoy playing with me.”
He smiles and brushes his fingers through my hair. “I do enjoy you.” He agrees letting me finish the last of the potion. “I enjoy doing things to you that he never would.” He adds once I set the bottle down.
With a sudden jerk, he pulls me up onto his lap by my hair. With uneasily rough handling, he settled me so that I am straddling his legs.
“What to do with you now?” He asks thoughtfully, but I know better than to actually answer. “Tell me about your feelings for me Ginevra.” He says with a slow smile.
I blush and lick my lips. Thinking about what Riddle had told me. I shake my head not caring and swallow. “I love you.” I tell him honestly. “And I absolutely hate you too. I hate you for making me into a creature that could love you all those years ago. I hate you for what you do to my world now, what you’ve done to those I love and care about. I hate you for a thousand different reasons. But what does any of that mean when the idea of not having you makes my heart ache?”
I watch the storm brew in his eyes as I speak and I really don’t have any idea how he’s going to react, but he was the one who asked.
“You are a singularly unique creature.” He admits as his hands run down my form. “Smart, brave, powerful, and fiercely devoted even when you don't’ want to be.” He says pushing the dress up. “We are going to have so much fun.”
With the last word I could feel him start to pump the pleasure into me again slightly, and I stay perfectly still as his fingers hooked into my knickers. He ripped them off me, which is a lot more painful than one thinks when reading bad romance. He tosses the fabric aside before lifting me up and placing my bare arse on his desk.
He settles me on the desk before opening a drawer and pulling an angry looking knife that makes my heart race. He pumps more pleasure through the collar trying to trick my brain into being excited by whatever he plans to do next.
I sit perfectly still as he cuts the dress from my form, purposefully nicking my skin every so often and always sending a jolt of pleasure along with the cut. When I’m sitting completely nude before him he only smiles and continues to drag the knife along my skin.
He drags the blade along my breastbone leaving a thin cut that burns then leans forward and licks the wound he just made. His tongue soothes the pain a bit and I find myself pushing against the attention. The second cut is made just under my breast and that too he licks clean.
When the knife moves between my legs, I hold my breath as the cold pain starts at my knee and slowly moves up towards my core. He stops just shy of cutting anything but my leg, then kneels down and again follows the wounds with his tongue.
The night becomes a blur after that. I thought since I took the potion he’d want to actually have sex with me, but it never comes. He continues cutting my skin and between the pleasures, the collar forces on me and the feel of his tongue after each mark I start to look forward to the blade by the end of the night.
He brings me to climax as he cuts a much deeper wound in my arm and I can’t help but scream his name. “TOM!” I yell unable to say anything else with the adrenaline and lust clouding my every thought.
It takes me a moment to realize what I said and I look around to see his reaction to my words. His eyes are narrowed on me, looking like a snake as it’s readying to pounce. We had long since moved to his bed and I had a nice view of his chest, even if his pants were still on.
“I’m sorry Master.” I say remembering myself though I was still panting.
“You still think of me like that don’t you?” He asks running a thumb down one of my wounds to let the pain spike.
“I can’t help it that is who you are to me. No matter what your face looks like.” I tell him facing his anger.
“So this love you have for me, it has nothing to do with this face?” He asks almost curiously. It was as if he assumed I love him because he looks like Harry.
“No. I love you in spite of what your face looks like.” I tell him honestly.
He chuckles pushing his thumb against the wound once again. The pain shot a spark of pleasure right to my core and I have to wonder if he’s actually still using the collar.
“That pleases me, though you still need to be punished.” He says and suddenly pulls me from the bed.
Luna-
“I don’t understand how that works.” I tell the older man as I pace back in forth in my library. “Why do you think he’ll use this ritual?” I ask motioning to the book he has open. Mr. Flamel has spent several days looking over my notes and now has found what he thinks is the answer.
“You say he has a young girl that he plans to marry locked away in Hogwarts?” He presses as if I’m the one being bull headed.
“But involve her?” I ask frowning and shaking my head. “Wouldn’t it be safer to just try something that evicts Harry?”
“Evicting a soul from its own body is not something that’s easy to do.” The old wizard points out. “If he tried something that just evicts a soul more than likely it would be his that would be banished.”
I sit down looking over the text once again. “So by joining his soul with Ginny’s he’s what, outnumbering Harry?” I ask working it out.
“Yes, and the more connected to him she is the more power he’ll be able to draw. Not only will he be able to push Harry’s soul from the body but he’ll be able to destroy it completely.”
“What do you mean by connection?” I ask looking up at the man.
“Well wedding rituals like this require the girl to be a maiden, do you know if she is?” He asks curiously.
“She isn’t, but I’m pretty sure the only one she’s been with is the Dark Lord.” I tell him and he frowns deeply.
“That would still be a very strong connection; I don’t think Harry’s soul would survive the ritual.” He says sadly.
“But if she were to have sex with someone else before this ritual is done?” I ask thinking of the way Ron got in the way of my own marriage rites.
“If she was with another man before this rite is tried, it would give Harry’s soul a chance. Though if you didn’t want it to just go to the land beyond you would need to make a soul trap and have it at the ritual.”
“But what do we do with a bodiless soul of Harry Potter?” I ask frowning as I try to think of a way that makes this better.
“That I don’t know.” He admits and looks around at the books. “But I could think on it.” He adds after a moment.
I smile at him and nod. “Do you know how to make a soul trap?” I ask as I think about the rest that has to be done to make this plan work.
“Oh yes, I’ll make a list of supplies I’ll need.” He says with a smile.
“Thank you. I need to go tell our mutual friend a few things. We have to get something in motion.”
“Ah yes, seems like it would be very hard to violate something that belongs to You Know Who.” Nicolas says in passing as he goes back to his work.
The word violate sticks in my head, as I get ready to go drop in on Ronald and the rest of the rebels. I’ve gained a few contacts over time that have helped me pinpoint where and when the rebels shift around. Though only in Death’s form. No one wants to talk to the reporter known to be in the Dark Lord’s pocket.
After making sure all the spells are in place I Apparate right outside their current hideout and make my way to the door. Looking around I make sure no one is around before I step inside. I’m met by five ex-Gryffindors all pointing their wands directly at my face.
“I’m here to speak to your leader.” I say in my spelled voice.
“How did you find us?” Ronald steps forward, though no one takes their wands off me.
“People are starting to trust me. I’ve already sent you some muggleborns haven't I?” I asked tilting my head at him.
“What do you want?” He snaps still not liking the look of me.
“I need to know if you have anyone at Hogwarts.” I ask then a moment later I think better of it. “Any males at Hogwarts.” I correct myself.
“Why would I tell you that?” He asks but I can see by his color that he’s become protective, meaning he does.
“Because I know a way to save Harry Potter.” I say and everyone in the hall falls completely silent.
It took several minutes for everyone to recover, but once they do, I find myself in a private room with Ronald and Neville. I smile as I think about these two as the leaders of their peers. Who would have guessed?
“Okay so let’s say we believe you and trust that you have a way of saving Harry after all this time. What do you need someone inside Hogwarts for?”
“According to my information Mr. Potter’s soul is still trapped within his body. It’s just unable to act or do anything about it.” I tell them seriously. “Though reports say that Ginny has an effect on the Dark Lord that brings Harry to the surface.”
“Is my sister in danger?” Ronald snaps his question.
“No more than she has been these last few months. Unfortunately she’s also key to his plan to rid himself of Harry.”
“What’s he going to do to her?” Neville asks this time frowning.
“Marry her.” I tell them simply. “If he performs a certain marriage rite with Ginny as things stand now, it will destroy Harry’s soul.”
“Okay, show the way for our hero to be saved.” Neville presses suddenly angry.
Both Ron’s and my eyes widen. I realize in that moment I must be the Dark Moon, but how am I going to explain that to Ron.
“Luna…” He says to himself making Neville look at him with a frown.
“What?” The once shy boy asks.
“I told you she had another prophecy when I…” He trails off, obviously not wishing to tell his friend how I made that prophecy.
“Ginny has to have sex with another man.” I blurt out to distract Ron from thinking about me.
“What?” Both boys ask looking completely caught off guard.
“She needs to not completely belong to the Dark Lord. The only way to do that in the time that we have; is to have sex with someone else.” I tell them frowning. I hope they will get to the next part on their own because I really don’t want to have to say it.
“The guys I have at Hogwarts aren’t going to be able to woo her; she has too many people around her all the time.” Ron says with a frown.
“It would be safer for her if they didn’t woo her anyway.” I point out chewing on my lip, glad the mask hides my uneasy.
“The only way it would be safe for her is if…” Neville's eyes widen to the size of Galleons. “Is if she didn’t consent at all!” He growls angrily.
“You want me to send one of my men to rape my sister?” Ronald asks pulling his wand in his own anger.
“Only if you want to be able to save both her and Harry.” I tell him, as I feel sick with the words.
Daphne-
I’m pacing my bedroom floor as I go over everything I learned from Antonin. Draco watches me from the bed, looking much more relaxed than I feel. He’s laying back in only a pair of loose fitting slacks, obviously an attempt to distract me with his perfect chest.
“Everything is happening too quickly.” I tell him as I go over details again.
I realize I’m trying very hard not to think about what’s happening with Ginny. It’s been a few days now since I’ve seen her and it’s making me more than a bit nervous. Add to the fact that that psycho Bellatrix keeps kicking everyone out of Ginny’s room. I can do nothing but worry. I quickly put her out of my head once again and focus on Antonin.
He sent me more flowers today and a gift of an expensive dress for me to wear on a date with him. The dress is a lovely deep rose color and it fits me perfectly, which only troubles me more.
“He’s just being a whole lot more forward than we were expecting.” Draco points out.
“He seems to know everything about me!” I snap back. “How is that a way to start an engagement?”
Draco just chuckles and shakes his head. “Are you trying to say you don’t find the idea of a partnership with him appealing Daphne?”
“I was expecting to marry a man that underestimated me at every turn.” I pout back. “How am I going to be able to manipulate him?” I ask crossing my arms over my chest.
“The same way you’re constantly manipulating me.” He says trying to summon me to the bed for the thousandth time that evening.
“Why do you think he’s so driven to woo me?” I ask and suddenly feel his arms wrap around me to stop my pacing.
“I’m the wrong man to ask that question.” He whispers softly as he kisses my neck. “I would pursue you if I could.”
“You’ve already caught me.” I remind him as he pulls me back against him.
“Humm, I’m not sure about that.” He says leading me towards the bed. “I’m not so sure you didn’t catch me.”
I laugh as I finally comply and lay down with him on the bed. Snuggling into his form and resting my head on his chest. “I’m just trying to worry about things I can change.” I tell him softly.
“I know.” He says kissing the top of my head.
“If he kills her we have nothing Draco.” I remind him softly.
“If he kills her we won’t last much longer, but I think we would have heard if that was his plan.” He reminds me.
“What if he does it by accident?” I press with a frown. “In the heat of the moment?”
“Look at it this way.” He says not answering my question. “I’m pretty sure Tracey will be leaving us now that he seems to be getting everything he needs from Ginny herself.”
I sigh and shake my head. “But what exactly did she get if that’s true?” I ask feeling as if we’re on hold at the moment.
He doesn’t answer me and I suddenly realize he’s holding back. I turn in his arms so I can look up into his silver eyes. “Draco?”
He sighs shrugging his shoulders. “I heard my aunt grumbling about the blood traitor slut fiancé.” He says watching me closely.
“That’s just her giving away more!” I snap as I sit up and look back at him. “What is she getting?”
“Something to do with a room Aunt Bella is building connected to Ginny’s, but I don’t think she knows what it’s for exactly.”
“A room?” I ask frowning and laying back against him. “She wouldn’t marry him for something cheap.” I say trying to convince myself.
“Or something shallow.” Draco points out as he runs light fingers over my neck.
“So you think she’s saving someone’s life?” I ask as it’s the only thing I can come up with.
“Someone she wants to keep close?”
“He wouldn’t allow a male to be that close to her, even if it’s family.” I point out and Draco agrees with a nod.
“So what woman would she care about enough to marry him for?” He asks and we both scroll through her known friends and family.
“Maybe someone from the Order?” I ask after a while.
“I don’t know.” He admits and we both lay there in silence for a while longer.
I fall asleep in Draco’s arms dreaming of what Ginny must be going through as I lay comfortably with the man I love. I’m woken in the middle of the night, by a pounding on my door.
Both Draco and I look at one another for a moment before he moves off the bed and heads to the bathroom to hide. I pull on a robe and move to the door to see who’s calling at the late hour.
Lucius Malfoy stands outside looking perfectly put together. His eyes make me feel self-conscious with my rumpled hair and night robe.
“How can I help you Lord Malfoy?” I ask loudly enough for Draco to hear me.
“You and my son are required in our Lord’s office in thirty minutes.” He says and sneers down at me. “Make sure you are both presentable.”
Twenty-five minutes later Draco and I are led into the Dark Lord’s private office. With a quick glance around, I notice Lucius looking pleased as he relaxes back on the sofa as the Dark Lord himself sits behind his desk while they speak. They fall silent when we enter and both men smile at us in different ways.
“I’m sure you’ve been worried for you Lady the last few days. So when the decision was made we felt you as the heads of her household should be the first to be told.” The Dark Lord says and I have to wonder what Lucius is doing here.
“It has been decided that the month following the Zabini wedding Hogwarts will be once again celebrating the union of two great noble houses.” The Dark Lord says with a wide smile.
“Congratulations my Lord.” We say bowing our heads right on cue.
“The Dark Lord feels that once she has a place at his side, the household and residence needs to reflect this. After reviewing the space we have in the castle, after we’ve recently cleared away the undesirables. We’ve decided her final residences will be placed in the west dungeons.”
“She would be happier someplace with light.” I say looking between the two men.
“That may be true, but that is where we have to give her.” Lucius says snidely. “After the wedding she’ll be allowed a household of a personal advisor, a champion, seven companions, and thirty guards. I’ll put the two of you in charge of making everything to her satisfaction.”
“And the room Ginny occupies now?” Draco asks curiously, as we gather as much information as these two men are willing to give.
“Will become my Mistress’ rooms.” The Dark Lord says simply.
“May we see Ginny now?” I ask itching to make sure the girl is all right.

“In the morning. I’m not quite done with her.”
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