DISCLAIMER: I own
nothing, except an overactive imagination and a bad case of insomnia.
SUMMARY: It was a
normal day- well, as normal as things could be with for Ginny with a war raging
around her and love sweeping her off her feet- that lead to the most terrifying
situation any witch would ever want to be in: captured by Death Eaters and held
captive by the man who killed Albus Dumbledore, the man whom he trusted until
his dying breath. Will Ginny be
able to see past the harsh mask of a man who has endured so much pain that he
is afraid to feel? A story of
redemption and compassion, of forgiving others and learning how to forgive
yourself
Ginny
drifted in and out of consciousness, remembering only vague bits and pieces of
the following day or so. She could remember being dragged helpless and bound
across a cold stone floor, remember a high, cold, terrifying voice. She remembered hearing cold laughter,
and feeling a sharp pain in her head as something hard collided with her skull.
She recalled other, less painful
sensations as well; a cooling
substance being carefully applied to her injured leg, a cold, pale hand gently
opening her mouth to pour icy water down her throat.
When
she finally awoke, she found herself lying in a bed in a thoroughly unfamiliar
room, seemingly alone. Wild, half crazed thoughts began to scurry through her
mind. ÔWhere was she? Was this some room at Hogwarts that she had never seen?
At Grimmauld Place? And where the
bloody hell was her wand?Õ
Ginny scoured her foggy memory, trying
to find an answer. She remembered going into Hogsmeade with Harry, Ron, and
Hermione. She remembered going outside with Harry to escape the heat of the
pub. And then it came to her. Now she remembered the attack, remembered Harry
lying helpless on the cold ground, remembered saving him, remembered those
spells hitting her back, making her black out.
Ginny
swore under her breath and as she realized what must have happened to her. She
had been captured by the people who had been attacking her Harry, who most
likely Death Eaters. This was no Order safehouse, she realized, but most likely
the home of one of the Death Eaters who ambushed the two. She fought desperately with herself,
with the icy fear within her chest.
ÔCome
onÕ Ginny thoughtÕ IÕm
supposed to be a Gryffindor, for MerlinÕs sake! IÕm supposed to be brave! IÕm
supposed to be bloody courageous!Õ
Another
thought, slightly more hopeful, entered her mind
ÔAt
least itÕs me who got
captured, and not Harry.Õ The
wizarding world couldnÕt have lost Harry, and to tell the truth, she couldnÕt
have lived with herself if he had died while it had been her power to save him.
She
tried to sit up to assess the situation she was in, but the slightest movement
sent pain through every fiber of her body. She sucked in a sharp breath. MerlinÕs beard, that had hurt!
What had those sadistic bastards done to her?
ÔAlright,
Weasley,Õ she told herself,
Ôcalm down. It wonÕt do anybody
any good for you to start panicking now.Õ
Ginny gave a long controlled sigh. She needed something to focus on other
her fear, so she began looking more closely around the room.
She
was lying in a low bed, and the room around her was dark, dusty, and looked
like it hadnÕt been used in quite a long time. From a small window on her left shone a small ray of
sunlight trying to push its way into the darkened room. Bookshelves filled with old, thick
volumes covered the wall directly in front of her, with a door on her right.
Abruptly,
something stirred in the corner of the room next to the bookshelves. A bit
startled, she focused in on what she had previously assumed to be a shadow, and
to her dismay, she realized it was not a shadow at all, but a dark haired man,
a man whom she recognized all too well.
ÒYou,Ó Ginny sputtered, the fear she had felt before
turning instantly to cold anger. The man, realizing that she was awake, snapped
shut the book he had been reading, rose from his chair, and strode across the
room toward her.
She
couldnÕt believe her eyes. There, before her, was the man Harry hated almost as
much as Voldemort himself, the man who had betrayed the Order, the man who had
murdered Albus Dumbledore. There was something Ginny had been longing to say to
him ever since that night two years ago, and, reasoning that she had nothing to
lose, she finally said it, or, rather, shouted it.
ÒYOU EVIL, MURDERING BASTARD,Ó she yelled, disregarding the sharp pain
shooting through her head as her face reddened to match the color of her
disheveled hair. ÒHE TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU KILLED HIM!Ó By now she was breathing
heavily, her narrowed chestnut brown eyes boring into his black ones.
ÒThat will be quite enough.Ó Severus Snape snapped
icily, his dark eyes flashing. He pulled his wand from within his robes, directed
it at Ginny, and before she had time to think, cried ÒLanglok.Ó It was as though someone had stuffed a
gag around GinnyÕs mouth; she could still breath, but when she attempted to
speak, nothing could escape her lips.
Even if she wanted to get up and make a
run for it, and from what sheÕd felt before it would be agony to do so, she
would be wandless and confronting a man who not only had a wand, but was undoubtably much more
skilled at using it than she was.
It seemed she had no choice but to hear him out, so she decided to
content herself with giving him a scathing frown.
ÒNow that it is quiet,Ó Snape drawled silkily,
pausing slightly to add effect to his words, Ò there are a few things I need to
say to you without interruption.Ó
ÒAs you have doubtless guessedÓ he began, his voice riddled with an
emotion she could only guess was contempt, Òyou were captured by Death Eaters
the night that Mr. Potter and yourself were attacked. When you were brought
before him, the Dark Lord has decided that, rather than kill you straight away,
you are to be held captive until such time that he decides what to do with
you.Ó
Snape
took a deep breath before continuing. ÒI can only guess that he knows how
torturous it will be for Mr. Potter to have no idea where you are, for him to
spend every waking moment obsessed with your return, guilt stricken that he let
you be captured.Ó
Ginny felt as though someone had knocked all the
breath out of her. That she
hadnÕt thought of, although now that Snape mentioned it, she couldnÕt believe
she hadnÕt considered it. She knew
that Harry had a very over developed guilt complex, and he blamed himself when
his friends were hurt. No, No, NO!
Harry couldnÕt become distracted! Not now, not when they were so close! She
couldnÕt bear the thought that he would fail, putting everything the Order
worked so hard for in jeopardy, all because of her stupidity.
Snape continued coldly. ÒFor some reason
unfathomable to me, the Dark Lord has decided that you are to remain here until
he finds some use for you. I assume this is because he knows this house is
Unplottable, and as I am already a fugitive from the law, I am...experienced at
concealing myself. Do not try to escape. If you are stupid enough to try, the
wards on this house will leave you incapacitated for a week.Ó There was no emotion in his voice,
rather a calm statement of fact.
Ginny felt as though she would be sick at the
thought of being trapped in a house,with this man, essentially powerless. He
had proved two years ago that he was capable of murder, twho knew what else he
was capable of. As these thoughts raced haphazardly through her mind, she
remembered too late SnapeÕs skill at Legilimency.
Snape recoiled the slightest bit before saying
more quietly, ÒYou will be in no danger from me while you are within these
walls. Just because I am a Death Eater does not mean I take pleasure from rape.Ó
Ginny was comforted only slightly by this
statement. After all, Death Eaters
in general, and this Death Eater in particular, werenÕt exactly known for their
truthfulness. She shifted slightly on the bed, but as she did so, her head
pulsed once more with sharp pain, making her flinch.
SnapeÕs sharp eyes darted to her before reaching
for a green glass bottle on a nearby table and handing it to her. ÒDrink this.
It will help with the pain.Ó
Ginny
lifted one eyebrow incredulously, as if to say ÒYou expect me to drink anything
you give me?Ó
Correctly reading
her reluctance, he sighed, ÒMiss Weasley, do use common sense! If I had wanted
to poison you, I could have done so during the last three days you lay
unconscious. Besides, do you really think me stupid enough to disobey the Dark
LordÕs direct orders?Ó
Grudgingly, Ginny realized that he was
right. Although she hated Snape,
she knew him to be very intelligent, and directly disobeying an order from
Voldemort would indeed be the equivalent of suicide. Bracing herself, she
poured the potion into her mouth, feeling a warm, tickling sensation as it made
its was down her throat. A moment later, she could feel the pain in her head
beginning to wane.
Picking up his wand once more, the Snape said, ÒLiberasÓ under his breath, and she felt the
invisible gag being removed from her mouth.
Ginny attempted to speak, but
nothing more than ÒWhat th-.Ó came out, as she
suddenly felt immensely tired, as though a soft, warm blanket was being pressed
down over her mind, imploring her to just close her eyes and drift away to
sleep. ÔHeÕs given me a
sleeping potion!.Õ
she realized, angry
at the thought of being unconscious and helpless once again.
For
a few moments, Ginny fought the urge to sleep, but soon she realized it was inevitable. All she could do was concentrate all
her energy on keeping her eyes open, not taking her eyes off her captor until
it was absolutely necessary to do so.
Snape
studied Ginny for a minute or two, his black eyes boring into hers, before he
turned and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Finally, Ginny allowed her eyes to
close, sighing at the sensation of warmth and comfort induced by the potion
even as doubts began to form in the rational part of her mind.
ÔWhy was he helping her? Why would he
give her something to lessen her pain?
WouldnÕt he want her as weak as possible for whatever Voldemort had
planned?Õ
These
were some of GinnyÕs last conscious thoughts as she fell asleep once more, even
more confused than when she had awoken.