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...I don't know, I was trying to figure that out too, I can't find it anywhere on the site, or in the inactive fan-fics

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...Just not yet...


Okay! Finally, I have finished Chapter 22! Here it is:

Chapter 22. Part three

“Th-this way.” He muttered, leading into a room to the right. I could here voices from the other side of the wall. That’s where everyone was waiting.
Cissy and I walked through the doorway, and I had to stop myself from grabbing my wand. Malfoy was there, sitting beside his father, who was sitting next to Voldemort. Right in the middle of the room. I looked away, to my side, and caught my reflection. Great, a mirror, just what I needed.

But, as much as I wanted to look away from my reflection, I couldn’t. Curiosity killed the crup. I just had to see what I looked like after two months of confinement. Well, I was not a pretty sight, that’s for sure.
I was actually wearing the dress I’d come here in, but it wasn’t nearly as beautiful as it had been when I’d first worn it. The layer of glitter in the skirt was ripped, and the dress itself had a few tears.

My hair was also a mess, try as Cissy and I might to smooth it with our fingers, it was nothing compared to what a brush or comb could have done. It was also a few inches longer (don’t ask me how it grew so fast) and uneven. It was hanging down straight, and I could hardly remember how good it had looked on Christmas Eve.

My feet were bare. I had no shoes to wear except my heels, and yeah right. I would never have worn those while I was stuck in a small room with uneven flooring.

I tore my gaze away from the mirror and everyone was staring at me. Malfoy included. I felt a flicker of self consciousness, but it passed. Why should I care that they care what I look like?

“Weasley.” Voldemort greeted in his slimy voice. I shuddered involuntarily. “It’s nice of you to join us. And…” he sneered, “you brought a friend.” His gaze turned to Cissy, and I took a protective step in front of her. She brushed her hand over my arm, trying to comfort me.

“Like I wanted to,” I sneered back at Voldemort. He, along with a few Death Eaters I couldn’t name, seemed to think that was funny.

“Oh, but why not? I have a bit of a proposition for you.” Voldemort informed me. I glared back.

“I don’t want anything but to leave.” I told him.

“But that’s what I was offering.”

I glared at him still, not trusting a word he was saying.

“What. Do. You. Want?” I asked him slowly, deadly.

“Bring me Potter, and you will be free to leave.”

“What?! Harry?! To you?! Never!” I yelled without thinking. Voldemort scowled, his red eyes becoming slits. I bit the inside of my cheek as he cackled manically.

“Oh, yes, Ginny,” I grimaced as he said my first name, “you will bring him. If you don’t you wont leave.”

I was about to argue, but there was a bit of a commotion from the next room. Voices. Two male voices that sounded terrific to hear, even in these circumstances. I just wished they would be quieter.

“Shut it, Ron! They could be anywhere!” the voice made me sigh with happiness.

“Yeah, but they’re not here are they?” another voice asked. at any other time, I would have rolled my eyes.

“Um…” I third, more timid voice reasoned, “They are. Right here.” My hand flew to my mouth to stop a scream as the bodies to the voices came into view. One of which had opened his mouth to argue again.

“Ah, I see your job is done, Ginny,” Voldemort announced; his eyes on his new guests, “I see Potter has come to save you.”

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