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The kidnapping of Ginny	By : greeting Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 15267 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of Jk Rowlings works and/or characters, and I do not make any money from this story, its just for fun

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Things have been peaceful since the fall of Voldemort 5 years ago, peaceful enough for wizards all across England to lower their guards, giving themselves to a well earned calm after the fall of the dark lord. The vast majority of Voldemort's death eaters were either in Azkaban or had fled the country in fear of facing justice. During that prolonged state of euphoria, Ginny had little to complain about her adult life; courted by every quidditch worth mentioning and married to England's most famous wizard, the young witch had everything anyone could ever hope for. Her idyllic lifestyle had led her to lower her guard, focused as she was to succeed in both her professional and sentimental life. True, her marriage to Harry had seen better time, but, as Dumbledore himself would have said, love always prevailed. Winter had just arrived, marking a low point in the usual quidditch-obsessed culture, giving her both a well earned break to try and fix things with her husband and a lot more free time to catch up with the rest of her large family.

A few hours ago, Ginny had received an unusual letter from Angelina, telling her to meet on the evening in an isolated house on the outskirts of hogsmeade as soon as possible. Expecting some kind of joke from Angie's husband George, she had left hurriedly, excited at the idea to mess around with her brother.  She disapparated in a matter of minutes, dressed in a simple witch's robe and apparated a few streets away. She walked towards the indicated address, increasing her pace as the cold air of November started to make her shiver. She felt silly not to have put on her coat, smiling at the face George would make when he realized she had been too excited to put on a coat because of him. She missed her prankster brother more than anyone in her family, Harry being the only exception. Even the death of his twin during the battle of Hogwart had barely dented his obsession with mischief and laughter. The life of a professional quidditch player was hard, and the long months of travel through England meant that you got to see your loved ones a few times a year. Not bothering to knock, she opened the unlocked door, sighing as the warmth of the room made her comfortable. She looked around, as the dimly lit room gave her only the vaguest idea of the room she was currently standing in.

Her excitement had quickly transformed into disbelief as her wand flew away from her, landing softly in the older woman's hand.

"What the hell," repeated Ginny as she slowly walked towards her friend. "Give it back to me, this isn't funny"

Angelina stood completely still, as if she hadn't heard the other woman's reply. Ginny was getting a weird feeling as she walked closer to her sister-in-law. Her stature was all wrong. Her crouched shoulders, her vague expression and her unfocused eyes gave Ginny an uneasy feeling. Something was wrong and she cursed herself for falling into what was starting to look like a trap. Confused, she stared at her sister-in-law, wondering if she could rush her to grab her wand by force, but decided against it. Whatever was happening wouldn't be solved by the muggle-like behavior. Even if Ginny managed to grab her, Angelina towered over her by almost a foot, her shoulder broader and fitter than her. Ginny was as fit as any Quidditch player, but her smaller frame had given her more speed than strength while Angelina's tall, muscular stature had given her the advantage when it came to rushing for a quaffle. Her only remaining option was flee, abandoning her wand and her friend.

"She's not going to give it back to you, you know" said a vaguely familiar voice further down a hallway.

Startled, Ginny jumped as she realized she was not alone with Angelina. Her right hand twitched, as she would have wanted nothing more than to cast Lumos, identifying the owner of this unwelcomed voice.

"Who are you" said Ginny, her voice unflinching. She heard muffled footsteps, as the faint sound of footsteps headed towards her from the hallway.

"Of course you don't know me" spat the voice. "Why would the great Ginny Weasley remember someone like me?" the voice was getting louder. "You thought I was dead, you left me to rot in Hogswart. I fought for you, pretty much died for you, but of course you don't remember me. So caught up in your little perfect life that you can't see others suffering." To her horror, Ginny could hardly miss the anger as the voice spat every word. It was high pitched, definitely feminine, almost childish and yet there was something... hysterical about it.

As the footstep grew closer to Ginny's mind was racing: as a a seasoned witch and a survivor of the second Wizarding war, it took a lot to unnerve her, but Ginny grew uneasy as she weighed her options. Fleeing would have been the obvious answer for anyone else, but not Ginny Weasley. She was a fighter through and through. Besides,the newcomer barely had to flick her wand to force her to stay. Her only remaining option was to swallow her pride and see where this was going. It was now obvious to Ginny that whoever had tricked her had ill intentions towards her. She cursed herself for falling so easily into that trap, but the damage was already done. Ever confident, Ginny knew she had seen worst than that. She had faced certain death so many times now and always come out on top.

Clenching her teeth, she watched as her captor's face got out of the shadow. The woman, now barely a few feet away from her was a small, thin blond dressed in simple rags. She would not have been much of a threat to Ginny had it not been for the small piece of wood in her hand. Ginny doubted that this frail looking girl would last long in a one on one duel with her, if only she was still armed with her own wand. Her wand, still in the hand of the passive Angelina was out of reach, as Ginny rightfully suspected her friend was under the Imperius curse. She felt like she should have known the blond woman. Her features were vaguely familiar, as if she had once been familiar to her a long time ago, but nothing came to mind about her identity. Looking closely at her, she could see that the right side of her otherwise comely face was riddled with scars, scars that reminded her of her brother Bill. They seemed to have been magically treated even though, Ginny knew, they would never really go away, a painful, permanent reminder of a brutal attack.

"I... I know you." said Ginny trying to sound a lot calmer than she really was. She certainly didn't like the present odds, but she wasn't about to let this woman know it. No matter she wanted, she had already put Angelina under the Imperius curse and that made her a dangerous opponent. She knew the dark arts and were not afraid to use a forbidden curse.

"Of course you know me. We went to school together. Stupid, selfish slut. Always thinking about yourself. You loved it, didn't you? You had all the boys, the fame, you were friend with Harry Potter? You always think you're better than the rest, don't you? All the flirts, all the kisses and god knows what else you did with all your "boyfriends" back then." The woman's voice rose as she talked, yelling in anger the last sentence. "You never cared for anyone but yourself! Even got mad when I was kissing the only boy I ever loved. I loved him! But you and that... Granger... you took him away from me!"

And then it hit her. "Lavender? Oh my god, is that you?"

"Lavender" the blond woman repeated, mocking Ginny "Of course it's me, you dumb bitch. I'm not dead, never was, but who would notice? Everyone left me for dead, nobody even bothered to check if that werewolf really had finished me off. I must have lost consciousness, but when I came to, I was surrounded by dead people. Without a second thought, you disposed of my body, left me to rot in that room. That's when I realized nobody cared about me. I got up, hardly able to stand and walked away. That's right. I simply walked away, away from the fighting, until I was able to disapparate. I don't think anyone even realized my body was missing. I was left behind, alone in a world that did not even care if I was dead or alive. While you were living your perfect life, marrying the great Harry Potter, I was alone, dead to everyone I have ever known. Does that seem fair to you?"

For a brief moment, Ginny actually felt bad. Voldemort had been defeated, but the cost of freedom had been high. So many people had lost their lives. Families had been broken, torn apart by the fury unleashed that night from both the death eaters and those resisting them, but in the end, they had prevailed, and help had been given to most those who needed it most. While it was true Ginny did not give Lavender a second thought, she didn't think anyone could have blamed her. She had lost a brother in that fight too, in the same way so many families had been separated from a loved one. Besides, why did Lavender hide for so long? She could have come back to society any time she wanted, have her scars treated and reintegrate the wizard's society. She had chosen to hide, to remain behind, holding on to her grudge against those she thought had wronged her. Ginny was speechless, unsure if she should apologize for a wrong she did not do or trick her into releasing both her and Angelina. She had to get away, warn the world about Lavender, either to treat or to imprison her. She was pondering her options, but nothing came to her as to a way to escape with both her and her friend intact.

"All of this is about to change, though" said Lavender with a smirk, finally breaking the silence after a few minutes. Her voice was calmer although Ginny could hardly miss the threat. "I will never have my life back. Nobody misses me, nobody wants me."

Ginny tried to reply, but Lavender's silencing curse hit her before she could so much as finish a sentence. Reasoning seemed to be out of the question. The blond woman did not seem to be troubled by the fact that she had just cursed Ginny, reinforcing the idea that Lavender really was dangerous and that she would not hesitate to hurt either Ginny or Angelina at the slightest occasion.

"Just... shut up" she said, as she moved towards Ginny, putting her face barely more than a few inches from Ginny's. Up close, it was easy to see the hardship that had befallen Lavender. Little remained of the pretty, obnoxious teenager from Ginny's memory. Her long, curly blond hair were a mess, untangled and unwashed. Her robe, ripped in many places had probably been beautiful once, but it was now so shredded and worn out that it seemed to hold by sheer force of will. The worst about her was her face. While retaining some of her features, the scars that marked the right side of her face ruined any attempt at looking pretty again. Lavender had always put her pride in her look. She used to put so much effort in trying to look good that it annoyed many girls back at Hogswart, Ginny included. In a way, it was sad to see her so neglected, but the hatred she felt towards the blond woman overcame any kind of pity she might have felt. No matter what she had endured, nothing could excuse the use of an unforgivable curse.

"I will finally have a life back. YOU will give me back what YOU have taken from me" spat Lavender as anger once again flared through her voice. Ginny's own anger receded a bit as fear briefly overcame her, forcing her to take a few step back despite herself, scared from the small witch in front of her. Decided not to give Ginny a chance to catch her breath, Lavender followed Ginny step for step. Despite her smaller frame, Lavender looked intimidating. After a few steps, Ginny decided to stand her ground. She did her best to hide the panic that had slowly been building inside of her since she had got into this abandoned house. She was not one to give in to her fear, having proved she belonged with Gryffindor over and over again.

Relishing on the captive witch's apparent fear, Lavender aimed her wand at the only door. "Colloportus" said Lavender, blocking the last way out of the house. It was a useless gesture, but the blond witch took pleasure in destroying the last shred of hope that her prisoner had a way out. Without her wand, Ginny would never dare to disaparate, especially with her friend Angelica's life possibly hanging in the balance. She could only imagine what was going on inside Ginny's head, but thinking about her prey's fear was enticing. She had lived this very moment so many times in the last few years, imagining and re-imagining how to get back at the people she believed had ruined her life. She never had been any good at occlumency, especially since she woke up after she had been attacked at Hogswart, but the captive's witch fear still showed despite her best effort to remain in control of herself.

Ginny tried to speak but cursed inwardly as the silencing curse still kept her from producing so much as a single word. "She's mad" thought Ginny, her inner thoughts racing "She's going to kill me. Lavender Brown is going to kill me. How is that even possible?" Sure she has been through some hard times, but there had to be something else. The Lavender before her was so different than what she had been at Hogswart that she could not believe it was the same woman.

"Kill me or let me go" Ginny finally said, relieved as the silencing curse was finally lifted from her.

"Kill you? haven't you been listening to me? I need you." answered Lavender in a tone that indicated that their discussion was at an end. "Actually, I need to BE you." she said with a smirk. "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS" yelled Lavender as Ginny opened her mouth in confusion.

The spell hit Ginny, before she could react, snapping her arms and her legs together. She hit her head on the floor hard enough to blur her vision for a few seconds. Completely still on the cold wooden floor, Ginny tried to analyze calmly the situation, but panic was getting the better of her. Trapped within her own body, she had no defense left, nothing to do but to let Lavender do whatever she had intended to do. This sense of helplessness was terrifying, as Ginny realized that Lavender had plans for her. She really did not intend to kill her.

She heard light footstep step over her as the blond witch walked over Ginny's frozen body. A sharp pain from her head indicated that Lavender had probably ripped a few hairs from Ginny's body. "Oh and by the way, my disguise needs to be perfect" whispered the blond witch, her mouth less than an inch away from her captive. To Ginny's disgust, the tip of Lavender's tongue delicately licked her earlobe. "We're going to have so much fun." Lavender then walked away from Ginny's sight, briefly leaving her to her own thoughts.

"Bring me her clothes Angelina." Ginny tried once again to fight back, to prevent her body to endure another humiliation, but the petrifying spell done earlier was doing its trick. She watched as her imperiused friend gently rose both her arms and started to peel the younger woman's robe over her head. Angelina was gentle in her touch, but it did nothing to ease the fact that she was being completely stripped by an insane woman and one of her best friend. Angelina's footsteps went in the same direction as Lavender a few moment earlier, leaving Ginny alone and immobile for a few seconds.

Angelina came back few seconds later and gave her panties the same treatment. Ginny uselessly tried to move her legs, to wriggle the fingers from her gripping the soft tissue, but her best efforts proved equally pointless. Ginny then felt her friend's finger slowly slide along her ribs, unclasping her bra from underneath her. The black woman then obediently went back with Ginny's underwear but did not come back for a few minutes, leaving the helpless Ginny to her own device. Completely naked, frozen and at the mercy of a crazed witch, Ginny wanted to cry, a simple relief that was denied to her by the immobilizing curse. She could only guess as she wondered what Lavender had in store for her.

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Here we go, the intro to my new story about Ginny and Lavender. You might think that it's weird that Lavender had changed so much, but in this silly story, the bite from the werewolf should have killed her, but the poison contained within the bite kept her barely alive, but kind of "changed" Lavender. It increased all the worst part of her personality such as jealousy, envy and made her a lot more impulsive. Poor Ginny is now under her thumb and will experience first hand exactly what this means.

Some of you might wonder why I chose Angelina to be Lavender's unwilling acolyte? Well, simply because she has always been depicted as a strong and self reliant woman, and I thought it would be fun to see her under the control of someone that should be weaker than she is. That and because she's hot and I might make her do things with Ginny later on, of course. There's going to be a lot more happening to Ginny, count on that!

I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm starting to work on the second chapter, and I would greatly appreciate reviews, so please let me know if you enjoyed my story or what you would like to see in further chapters. Thank you very much for reading
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