Great chapter!

Well, I must say that your suspension is torturing me even worse that what the Cruciatus Curse could do... PAMS, sweetie!

Well yuor welcome to join me, i wont bite, honest. Lol!!!


loved the chapter ad i cant wait till the next one.

luv ya

xXEvangelineXx

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There you go again! Stopping...y must you do that?
POST SOON!! THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME!!!
~Becca~

Haha, I'm sorry. I'm in a very suspensy mood! haha.
I'll try to post ASAP

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Great chapter!

Well, I must say that your suspension is torturing me even worse that what the Cruciatus Curse could do... PAMS, sweetie!

I'm sorry! Will do as soon as I post on Everything Happens for a Reason

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Well yuor welcome to join me, i wont bite, honest. Lol!!!


loved the chapter ad i cant wait till the next one.

luv ya

xXEvangelineXx

haha ok I will.

Today was my last day at school! YAY! so now I have the whole summer to write all three of my stories! (and maybe a few one-shots!)
haha. Thanks for your posts and I will add the new chapter ASAP

Love the Posts Sydnie. Sorry I haven't posted in a bit. I do love this sory. Can't wait for more.

your out of school already! I dont get out until likje June 23 or somethin like that!! Its not fair!
~Becca~

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Love the Posts Sydnie. Sorry I haven't posted in a bit. I do love this sory. Can't wait for more.

thanks! and no problem. Thanks again! haha.

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Originally Posted by HPobsession33

your out of school already! I dont get out until likje June 23 or somethin like that!! Its not fair!
~Becca~

I know, I'm lucky lol.
Here's the next post. I'm going to try spacing it differently. Tell me if you like it this way or the old way better.
Alright, here it is:

Chapter 20

“Nice of you to join us, Miss Weasley.” Voldemort’s cold voice addressed me. I suppressed a shudder. “What, you aren’t going to greet me?” he asked. I knew what he wanted.

“Good evening…Voldemort.” I greeted. I suppressed another shudder as I said his name. As I did, one of the Death Eaters that had captured me inched forward. Voldemort stuck out his hand and stopped him.

“So, you dare call me by my name, do you?” he asked. His voice sounded like the snake he really was. I nodded, trying to act braver than I really was.

“Interesting.” He murmured. He made his way around the room, and sat down on one of the rocking chairs. He looked more like a normal person then, then any other time I had seen him. Except for his red eyes and slits for nostrils.

“Do you like it down here?” he asked. I didn’t do anything. He asked again with more edge in his voice, and I had to answer.

“It’s…” I searched for the right word, “disgustingly dirty.” I told him. He snickered.

“Well you better get used to it! You will be down here for a very long time.” He explained. I hadn’t realized, but when I had insulted the room, Lucius had stepped forward and was now standing by Voldemort. He leaned down and whispered something in his ear.

“Yes, of course. I will.” Voldemort nodded to him, and then turned to me. “This happens to be the Malfoy Manor. Well, the basement that is.” He told me. No wonder it was so dirty. People probably never came
down here.

“Well, we must be going.” Voldemort said getting up. I followed suit, but that only made him laugh darkly. “Oh no you don’t, you will be staying right here.” He ordered. I glared at him, and sat back down on the floor.

“Right. Narcissa will be down later with dinner. Until then…have fun.” He gave me a dirty smile and walked to the door. I couldn’t help but give him a curious look. Food?

“Oh, you can’t expect us not to feed you, can you?” he snickered. “We’ll need you alive if we want our plan to work.” And with that, he walked out of the room, shutting the door, and magically locking it.

I snickered. These people really were dumb. They forgot to take away my wand!


Soon it was morning, and I hadn’t slept a wink. I found that the sofa was actually quite comfortable, once you got past the hard-as-a-rock springs that are underneath the cushions.

There was also a fleece blanket left in the room. I had curled up on the couch with it over me, but sleep failed to overcome me.

I sat there doing nothing. Well, besides hugging my knees up to my body. I felt lonelier then I had ever felt before. This was nothing like being ignored just because you were an annoying little sister. This was worse. Much worse.

I think the worse part was not having Harry with me. He always seemed to be there when I felt lonely. No matter where I was. If I had even been in the girl’s dormitory by myself, feeling lonely, he would be there by my window, on his broom. Even if I didn’t want him to be.

As I thought this, I began to think about Harry. Was he still in Hogsmeade? Was he back at school? Was he looking for me? Does he think I’m at the ball dancing with someone else?

I thought I was going to fall asleep, but like I said, I never did. I sat staring at a whole in the wall.

“What are you saying? I can feed her what I want! I’m the cook!” I female voice said from the other side of the door.

“You cannot give her desert! What is the point of that?” I understood Lucius’s voice. The female voice must be Narcissa.

“What is the point of starving her while she is here?!” she demanded. With that, she pushed open the door with surprising force and she
turned. Her eyes met mine. I could see anger in them, but I knew it
wasn’t directed to me.

She came over to the couch and sat down in the empty space.

“Would you like this?” she said holding out a plate. On it was a piece of delicious looking cake. Mint chocolate ice cream cake. My favorite. Lucius rolled his eyes and glared at his wife, and slammed the door. Before he left, he called out:

“If you’re going to act like this, you’re going to be treated like her!” and with that, I heard his footsteps go up the stairs.

“You didn’t have to do that.” I whispered. And before I knew it I was
wrapped in a hug. I, after a second of shock, hugged Narcissa back.

“It’s okay. Really. I felt horrible about keeping you here. I tried to talk them into a different way.” She let go of me, and gave me a watery smile. “Now, would you like this, or would you like me to eat it?” she asked, gesturing to the cake. I smiled.

“Would you like to share?” I asked. She nodded gratefully, and took out her wand. She turned a dust bunny into a fork, and we began to eat the cake.


It was night time again. I could feel it.
…and I could see no light seeping into the room from the tiny window by the “roof”.

“Are you tired?” Narcissa’s soft voice asked. I was sitting on the floor craning my neck to look up at the window. She was sitting on the couch. I could almost feel her eyes on me.

“No.” I said sadly. It was my third night here, including the one where I didn’t sleep. I have to admit, it was much better having Cissy with me. (yes, I just called a Malfoy a nickname, but she’s not as evil as you might think, and you get tired of saying Narcissa every time you talk to her.) But I can tell she’s sad. And I feel like it’s my fault, no matter what she tells me.

“Are you okay?” she asked. her voice had genuine worry in it. I thought about my answer.

“No.” I answered truthfully. I looked behind me, and I saw her eyes filled with sadness. I couldn’t help it, I stood up and went to sit by her.

“I’m sorry Ginny.” She said. I looked at her, and she gave me a hug. I returned it.

“It’s not your fault Cissy. At least you’re here. We’re not totally alone.” I reminded her. She nodded.

“I know. I’m glad. I really am sorry.” She told me. I smiled at her, the first smile I’d smiled in a day or two, and then went back to the floor. I lay down, and closed my eyes.

“Would you like the couch?” she asked. I nodded and she got off. “Lay down, I’ll grab the blankets.” She told me. She had found two other fleece blankets, so now we had three.

I lay down, using my jacket as a pillow, and she draped a blanket over me. She then put the thinner blanket of the three on the floor, used her own thick coat as a pillow, and used the last blanket for herself.

“Good night Cissy.” I whispered.

“Sweet dreams, Ginny.” She whispered back.

Hope it was okay!
Thanks for reading, more soon I hope!
~Sydnie

Great chapter! I always thought Narcissa was the nicer one of the Malfoy's......
But, I still need to know more!
PAMS!
~Becca~

Great chapter, at least she has a friend. and that friend wont starve her.

cant wait for more

luv ya

xXEvangelineXx

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Originally Posted by HPobsession33

Great chapter! I always thought Narcissa was the nicer one of the Malfoy's......
But, I still need to know more!
PAMS!
~Becca~

lol thanks!

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Originally Posted by Evangeline Hermione

Great chapter, at least she has a friend. and that friend wont starve her.

cant wait for more

luv ya

xXEvangelineXx

yup yup! thanks!

here's more, it's kinda short though...

Chapter 21

“I spy something…white.”

“My plate?”

“No.

… “Your plate?”

“Good job. Your turn.”

“I spy something…red.”

“My blanket?”

“No.”

… “That spot on the floor?”

“No.”

“My hair!”

“Finally!”

I laughed. It had been a week since Narcissa had come to join me in this prison. That means 8 days total since I was kidnapped. Narcissa and I had played every game known to man. And a couple known to Merpeople. We found that “I spy” was the easiest, but it got very dull very fast, and we were running out of things to spy.

“I spy something brown.” I told her.

“Everything in this room is brown!” she exclaimed. I smiled.

“Be more specific.” She started laughing.

“The floor, the couch, the walls…should I go on?” she asked smiling.

“No, how about we play a different game?” I asked. She nodded, looking at
me gratefully.

“I’m thinking of a number between one and two billion.” I said in all
seriousness.

“One million three hundred and ninety-eight thousand four hundred and twelve.” She replied. I had to smile.

“Got it.” Her eyes widened.

“Seriously?” she asked.

“Yup.” I replied. We stared at each other for a moment, and then burst out
laughing. I looked up at the window, to see no light coming from it. It was way past dinner, and I hadn’t eaten since last night. I was really hungry. I looked over at Narcissa. She was looking out the window also.

“Cissy?” I asked. She looked over at me.

“Yes?”

“Do you know anything about the ‘plan?” I asked. Then, thinking about what I said, I added, “that you can tell me about?”

She took a deep breath. “I can tell you what I know, but they don’t always tell me everything.” She explained.

“You don’t have to tell me if you think there will be a problem.” I assured her. She shook her head.

“No, I’ll tell you.” She took another deep breath. “Well, you probably already know, but Voldemort made seven Horcruxes.” She paused, and continued when I nodded. “Dumbledore found one, and Harry found four of the others.” I looked at her curiously.

“I don’t know what ones he found, I only know the two that are still…’alive’” she explained. I nodded.

Then, still curious, I asked, “What are they?”

“Godric Gryffindor’s sword, and Nagini.” She said in a whisper, as if expecting Voldemort to come sweeping in from the tiny window.

“Well, anyway,” she began again, “Voldemort knows that he is getting close to immortality again. He’s scared.” She told me. I took comfort that she didn’t call him ‘Dark Lord’. I think that is a very good thing. “He captured you because he thought that Harry would come running.” She continued. Her face suddenly got sullen. “When Harry comes, Voldemort is…is… he’s going to kill him.” She said in a whisper. I stared at her momentarily, then got up and walked across the room. I settled for standing in a corner, burying my head in my hands.

I wouldn’t cry, I wouldn’t cry. I can’t cry. I looked back up at Narcissa.

“Thanks.” I whispered. “Thanks for telling me.” I got back up and walked over to her. “I know it must be hard for you, a prisoner in your own house, in your basement, and I’m sorry.” I looked up at her face. There were no tears, as I thought there would be. That’s another thing Cissy and I have in common. We don’t cry easily.

“It’s okay, Ginny, really it is. I just hope we can get out soon.” She replied. I nodded.

“Are you tired?” Narcissa asked. I shook my head.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.” I whispered. She nodded sadly.

“Do you want the couch?” she asked. I shook my head again.

“No thanks, that would be rude.” i whispered. She handed me a blanket.

“Well, you can use this at least.” She told me. I nodded and wrapped the blanket around me. She got onto the couch and lay down, falling asleep quickly while I hugged the blanket tightly around me, wishing I were sitting next to Harry, by the fire in our common room.

Thanks for reading! More soon!
~Sydnie

Aww poor Ginny!
Why does she get put through all of this torture?
DONT WORRY GINNY, HARRY WILL DESTROY ALL THE HORCRUXES AND COME TO SAVE YOU AND KILL VOLDEMORT!!!
he will...right?
~Becca~

Poor Ginny nad Poor Cissy
they should not be down there in the basement

I would say Harry hurry up and save them but then if he did the voldemort would kill him

Oh i don't know what to do

great chapter nad i cant wait for more

Evangeline
xxxx

Wait...As I correcly remembered, the Gryffindor sword have never been a horcrux. The seven horcruxes are:
1) Nagini
2) The diary
3) Salazar Slytherin's locket
4) Helga Hufflepuff's cup
5) Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem
6) The Peverell ring
7) Harry

Anyways, great post! PAMS!!!

Great post Sydnie. I loved them. Poor Ginny. But always though Mrs. Malfloy was not that mean and the nice one of the bunch. Can't wait for more.

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Aww poor Ginny!
Why does she get put through all of this torture?
DONT WORRY GINNY, HARRY WILL DESTROY ALL THE HORCRUXES AND COME TO SAVE YOU AND KILL VOLDEMORT!!!
he will...right?
~Becca~

I know, right? I feel bad writing this. Ginny's like, my favorite character! haha. and I can't tell you if he will or not....

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Originally Posted by Evangeline Hermione

Poor Ginny nad Poor Cissy
they should not be down there in the basement

I would say Harry hurry up and save them but then if he did the voldemort would kill him

Oh i don't know what to do

great chapter nad i cant wait for more

Evangeline
xxxx

Haha, thanks.

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Originally Posted by Felix_Wildcat

Wait...As I correcly remembered, the Gryffindor sword have never been a horcrux. The seven horcruxes are:
1) Nagini
2) The diary
3) Salazar Slytherin's locket
4) Helga Hufflepuff's cup
5) Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem
6) The Peverell ring
7) Harry

Anyways, great post! PAMS!!!

I actually didn't want Harry to be a Horcrux. I thought that was JK Rowling's brilliant idea, and I'd let her have it all to herself lol. Thanks for telling me the rest though, I had actually forgot what some are called.

Alright so in this story, the horcruxes Harry has 'killed' are:
1.The Diary
2.Salazar Slytherin's locket
3.Helga Hufflepuff's cp
4.Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem
5.The Peverell ring

Thanks Felix_Wildcat!

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Originally Posted by Little Trooper

Great post Sydnie. I loved them. Poor Ginny. But always though Mrs. Malfloy was not that mean and the nice one of the bunch. Can't wait for more.

Thanks Amy!

Heres more:

Chapter 22. part one

Another white crayon mark on the floor. That makes forty-four marks. That means I’ve been here in this stupid basement for forty-four days. That makes today February seventh.

“Fetch me the Daily prophet!” Lucious ordered. I pressed my ear closer to the
door.

“He-here you g-go…M-Mr. M-Malfoy.” What was that voice, I’ve heard it before…

“Good, now go see if the Dark Lord has any business I need to take care of.” Lucious instructed. I quickly moved from the door after the pain in my ear was too unbearable. Eaves-dropping against a splintery wood door was a painful business.

Hearing more words, I quickly switched sides and pressed the opposite ear to the door.

“Minister of Magic apologizes to muggle prime minister…Dark Lord still not found…Aurors searching for Weasley…gone for two months…” my eyes brightened. I had aurors searching for me! I turned with a hopeful look toward Narcissa, but she was still asleep on the couch. I sighed and returned my attention to the other side of the door.

Voldemort thought that since I’ve been here for months, I might try to get out, (why do it now, if I hadn’t done it when I first got here anyway?) so he kept a guard on the other side at all times. Much to my luck though, the death eaters were all too stupid enough not to lower their voices.

“Th-the D-Dark Lord s-says he-e d-doesn’t n-need an-ny th-thing done n-now.” The voice I couldn’t put a name to informed Lucius. I heard a half muffled grunt, and footsteps going back upstairs.

I sighed and got up from the floor. Rubbing my ear, I walked over to the rocking chair and sat down. Cissy was still asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her, so I occupied myself by trying to figure out what Harry, Ron, and Hermione would be doing right now.

Yes, it's really short, I'm sorry about that. And the time's going by fast. Sorry about that too. BUt I hope you liked it!
~Sydnie

I loved it. Who is it she hears talking. And what are Harry, Ron and hermione doing? Hmmm ponders for a minute.

ooo she needs to get ouit of there now!!
I cant stand to see poor Ginny locked up!!
post more soon!! I need to know what happens!!
~Becca~

I love it!!!
Wow!!!! Ginny is going to get saved, Ginny is going to get saved. Lol!!!
cant wait for more

Evangeline
xxxxx

Gr8 post sydnie!! i hav lots of ff to catch up on.. so ill just say that i'll guess the voice gin thinks is familliar is Wormtail!!! PAMS!!

~xX Yvonne Xx~

new reader!!!!!! i love it!! poor ginny!!!! PAMS!!!

xoxo

♥rachie♥

Yeah, I think that the voice is Wormtail too. Aww, poor Ginny's ears...*pets her* I can't stand Ginny being locked up either!

*New reader*

Wow! I love your story!! I can't believe that Cissy is being nice!

Ginny, everything is going to be fine!! Your a Weasley and your Harry's girlfriend!! You can handle this!

Posties!!

PAMS

Abi... xox

lol

i no, it's sad

...............

Thanks

Haii! Thanks for reading my story

*pets Ginny* Thanks

Welcome to my story thanks for reading

Chapter 22. part two

“Another horcrux gone!” Lucius fumed. Cissy repeated the sentence to me. Her ear was now pressed to the door, while I was sitting against the couch, listening to the news she repeated.

Another week had passed, and we had started a system. We’d take turns eavesdropping next to the door. Once someone’s ear was too sore, we’d trade.

I smiled. Harry was still fighting evil, even when I was locked up. Now, normally, that thought wouldn’t make people smile, but I was glad. He was another step closer to ridding the world of Voldemort and rescuing me.

“The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is still looking for you…muggles are noticing the destruction Voldemort’s caused…” Narcissa muttered. I smiled, surprisingly. It was about mid-day, and I was staring at the sun-
drenched ground outside the small window.

“Blah, blah, blah.” Cissy said rolling her eyes and moving away from the door to the couch.

My smile got bigger and I went to sit beside her.

“I think it’s Valentine’s Day.” I told her, making conversation. She looked at me, a smile forming on her face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she told me. I smiled.

“There’s supposed to be a ball today. At Hogwarts I mean.” I said quietly. My smile vanished instantly. Harry was going to take me.

“You’re sad.” Cissy said quietly. It wasn’t a question.

“Harry was going to take me.” I told her simply. She sighed.

“I’m sorry Ginny, I-” BANG! We both jumped as the door flew open and someone toppled into the room.

“Peter Pettigrew?!?” I asked at the same time as Cissy. He stumbled up, and he was shaking from head to toe.

“Th-the D-Dark L-lord would l-like t-to s-see you…W-W-Weasley.” he stuttered. I automatically tensed, not wanting to go anywhere that ‘The Dark Lord’ was in the same sentence with.

“Why?” I challenged. Pettigrew was startled, so he looked off the floor and at me.

“I c-can-n-not tell you th-that,” He said in what he supposed was a tough voice, “j-just f-follow m-me.” he ordered, turning for the door. I snorted, made sure my wand was in my pocket (the stupid Death Eaters still didn’t realize I had it), and got off the couch.

“Ginny!” Cissy whispered. I looked back at her. “What if you don’t come back?” she asked quietly. I felt my eyes widen.

“Hmm…how about you come with me?” I asked, “If you want to, I mean.”

“I don’t think they’d like that.” She whispered.

”So?” I countered. She laughed slightly.

“Well, I guess it would be the smartest thing to do…” she said getting up. I nodded, grabbed her hand, and we walked out of the room.

After we passed through the basement that was almost as gloomy and boring as the room I’d been stuck in, we entered into what obviously was the kitchen. And, even though I’d been stuck for months here in this house, I
couldn’t help but marvel at the upstairs. The walls of the kitchen was white, boring but elegant. there were counters, a huge dining table-it held at least twenty chairs-, and above the middle was a massive chandelier (which was all candles).

I heard a grunt and looked at yet another door. Pettigrew was standing there, waiting for me and Cissy.

There's going to be a part three to this, because I have writers block and this is as much as I could muster. I hope it's okay :/

Bye, Thanks for reading!
~Sydnie

Syidne love the update. Oh I hope Harry rescues Ginny soon. I love how Cissy is a nice person. Great up date. So can't wait.

Hey what ever happened to the story we were all working on? just wondering.

What does Voldy want with Ginny???
He better nto hurt her! He should just set her free, we all know he is going to die anyway...right???? I mean, Ginny and Harry are going to have happy ending?? Oh I need to know!
PAMSpamsPAMS
xoxo
Becca

Thanks!

...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

Haha, your questions will be answered, I promise.
...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.”

Aah! Cliffie! *dancesaroundcuzI'mveryveryveryhyper!!!!!!!!!*
Bye!
~Sydnie