Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley (fierygin) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-09-22 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ginny weasley |
Who: Ginny Weasley and people she'd really prefer not dealing with. Narrative!
What: You know, just the usual. Getting the Dark Mark against her will and all that jazz
When: Tonight!
Where: The Wizarding World of AUville! More specifically, what was once Malfoy Manor.
Warnings: Mentions of torture, possession, blood...
Despite it only having been a week at most, Ginny felt as though her time in this place was far longer than that. Upon finding herself back in the Wizarding World, Ginny had thought that the Seal had sent her back home. But then she realized that this was not the Battle of Hogwarts. From her understanding, when someone was sent back, they went back to the moment they arrived from. Meaning, she should have a killing curse sent her way, not... being in the middle of an alley way. No, something was off and Ginny didn't like it. But now? Now Ginny wished that had been all it was. That her instincts hadn't been correct when she decided that something was wrong with this place. It had started innocently enough. People referring to her as Lady Ginny. She didn't understand why they would. Nor did she understand the apprehensive looks she got. Still, she searched for answers. Despite not knowing the situation at hand, Ginny couldn't help but feel that this was like Hogwarts all over again, both under Umbridge and then the past year. Where she had to be sneaky and not make her presence known.
The first true sign that something was wrong came when she stumbled across a copy of The Daily Prophet. The story of the downfall of the Weasley family, linked to the underground movement to overthrow Voldemort, sold out by their only daughter. Her. She felt sick. Why would she have done that?! She was jolted out of her thoughts though when the seventeen year old had run straight into a solid body. Having stumbled back, Ginny had looked up only to stare into the face of Tom Riddle. And that was when she knew everything was wrong. There was no way this could have happened! Why was he corporeal?! She had been unable to breathe and that had been her downfall. Oh, Ginny was a marvelous actress when she needed to be. She could convince anyone that she was perfectly fine when she wasn’t. But in that moment of absolute terror, of shock, she had let Riddle see that she was not from this place. Because he had grabbed her arm and shoved up her sleeve to reveal her untouched skin.
Just like that, they were gone and Ginny found herself in a very cold and damp room. She tried not to be afraid, but given she was currently locked in a room by Tom Riddle? It was hard not to be panicked. Because Tom Riddle was dead. Harry had destroyed the diary, the Horcrux, he had killed that part of Voldemort! That shard of him! Ginny didn’t know how long she had been in that room, but she was losing the ability to breathe. And then she heard a pop and he was there. Smirking at her, eying her up and down. She felt sick. Still, she grabbed her wand and went to hex him before she was flung back into the wall, hitting her head against it with a resounding thud.
“Now now, Ginerva, we can’t be doing that...”
Shuddering at the sound of her name on his voice, Ginny just glared at Riddle darkly before she noticed him focusing and then losing all control of her body.
Just like that, Ginny had been possessed. And in it was during this episodes where she saw what had happened. Learned how Tom Riddle could be here again. She had killed Harry and it was through Harry’s blood that Riddle was able to form into a body again. Only this time, he wasn’t the snake like figure he had been in her own world. No. The use of Harry’s blood allowed Riddle’s spirit to form and call forth his spirit from the misshapen form he had been using at the time four years ago. Ginny saw everything she had done because of Riddle. The lies and betrayals. Each image made the red head sick, she wanted to claw at her temples yet she couldn’t. He kept her from that. And then he left her crumpled on the ground.
That had been the first day. The following days had been a different kind of hell. Death Eaters coming to torture her because she wasn’t the Ginny that had helped them win. She was an impostor to them. Someone who was trying to undermine them. Perhaps she had always been a spy. She had sold her family out to make them fall. Anything was possible to the sadistic. Sometimes Riddle would be there, possessing her so she didn’t fight, to let them do as they wanted. Trapped her in her body, feeling everything, her thoughts alive, yet unable to do anything about it. Sometimes though, he left her alone. Let her fight, which only made it worse. She had tried to hex them, to use what Harry had taught them to defend herself, yet it did no good. She was bound. Tortured. Carved upon. Possessed to do things she would never do. To tear people down, break them.
This had been going on for a week and Ginny was beginning to resign herself to this fate. She knew that things could go crazy in Lawrence and that they would eventually turn around, but right now, she was lost. She was trying to cope with this but she felt like she was losing herself with each possession. Feeling the familiar sense of losing all control, Ginny struggled against Riddle’s hold on her but failed, her body moving of it’s own accord. No, not it’s own accord. Riddle’s accord. She moved through the halls of the Malfoy Manor and found herself standing in front of a group of people before Riddle showed up, his hold leaving her.
“It seems as though we have a replacement of Ginny here... one who needs to relearn her place.”
Despite being exhausted from lack of decent sleep, Ginny growled lowly when she heard Riddle’s words and went to lunge forward, only to be placed in a stunning spell. The smirk she was given made the teen’s blood run cold, eyes watching as Riddle circled her, eying her up and down.
“We could always kill her, I suppose. But no. She’s still useful to us... No. We invite her back to our ranks.” Hearing the discontent at that comment, Ginny eyed the Death Eaters who were there, the Lestranges, MacNair, Carrows, Malfoys... it was as if there were an entire meeting devoted simply to this. Whatever this was. Still, when she felt Riddle grab her left arm and twist it towards him, Ginny tried to struggle in her spell cast prison. This could not be happening... She was frozen. She could see the tip of his wand on her arm and the burning sensation fill her as the Dark Mark formed, branding her. It went against everything she had stood for. It filled her with self hatred and loathing. She was marked a Death Eater. The very people whom she had fought against just a few months before...
As the spell was dropped, Ginny tried to lunge at Riddle, to fight him for doing this to her, but instead she was hit with numerous Crucios from those in attendance, causing her to scream and collapse to the ground, writhing. This was worse than she had undergone back at Hogwarts. These weren’t children doing it under duress. These were full grown Death Eaters, some who too sick pleasure in it.. Like everything here, Ginny didn’t know how long it lasted, just that she had passed out from it and upon waking, was once again in the damp room Riddle was keeping her locked in when she wasn’t doing what he forced her to.
Trembling as she was alone, Ginny curled up into herself before lifting up her bruised arm, the Dark Mark taunting her. Searching the confined area, Ginny found a dull blade. Well, it was better than nothing. Gritting her teeth together, the teen dug the blade into her arm, closing her eyes tightly as she broke the skin. Logically she knew that there was no way to get rid of the Dark Mark, but she couldn’t handle looking at it. She wanted to carve it out and so she tried, ignoring the blood pouring down her arm, ignoring the sensation of dizziness and coldness as she lost blood.
Yet try as she might, the Mark taunted her through the blood, never leaving. Eventually, Bellatrix came in and laughed upon seeing her, taunted her that she would never be free now. She belonged to the Dark Lord before binding her to keep her from doing more damage to herself.
It had taken five years for Ginny to feel she might escape him. And even then, the nightmares haunted her. But she still for the most part had felt she could be free of him. And while Lawrence ran the risk of possession, she had thought she was safer there. Not now, though. Now, she was bound to him beyond the mental trauma he had subjected her to. What he was making her do here. He owned her.