The place was dark, as dark as could be. Very little light except just
enough to light someone's way as they walked through the hallways. Cold wet
stones added to the gloominess of the place, and there was dirt and grime
all over. Nonetheless several wizards called this home these days,
including one famous wizard. Well it wasn't a home really. It was a prison.
A prison for some of the most dangerous and malignant beings in existance.
Aurors patrolled these hallways often, keeping an eye on the prisoners
since the original guards, Dementors, hideous, soul sucking creatures,
abandoned the place two years ago.
Ginny Weasley shivered as she looked about the place. She could not wait to
get back home, and as far away from this hellhole as possible. But she came
here for a purpose, something she kept willing herself not to run away
from. She felt nervous and afraid and she was filled with terror and anger
at the same time. But Dumbledore had insisted she go see him, saying that
it was for the best, that she needed to face him once more. So against her
better judgement she went to Azakban.
The Auror who escorted her to the prisoner's cell was courteous and
actually idolizing her. For that matter most of the Aurors that worked here
seemed to have an aura of respect towards her. She could not blame them
really. She had done the unthinkable, almost the impossible, Ginny had
become a living legend over the past year, even more famous than Harry
"The prisoner is in a cell separate from the others, in a section all by
himself. We have the entire cell warded and well protected from any kind of
magic whatsoever. It's right down the end of the hall here."
He pointed to a large, steel, thick door with a bar across it and a key
lock. The Auror removed the bar and unlocked the door. As Ginny stepped
inside she noticed she was in a larger, circular room. At the center of the
room was a transparent dome of glass. Inside it was a bed, a desk, and the
"I'll just be outside if you need me."
Ginny nodded as the Auror closed and locked the door. Summoning her courage
she approached the dome, gingerly and slowly and she was tense and
sweating. Her heart raced uncontrollably and again Ginny had to summon up
all her courage not to ask the guard to open the door and let her out.
Taking a deep breath she walked with more conviction, willing herself to
get this over with. There was a chair in front of the dome for her to sit
on so she sat down and waited.
The prisoner was sitting on his desk writing something. At first he seemed
oblivious to Ginny. Oddly enough he was still wearing the same black hooded
cloak that he wore during the now famous battle between Ginny and the now
incarcerated wizard. Ginny waited patiently, although inside she felt she
was going to explode. It took all of her courage to even look up. To look
at the man who had nearly killed her the year before. But she put up a
brave front and waited. Mercifully it was he who spoke first.
"Did you get the present I sent you last Christmas?"
Ginny shrugged, "Yes but mum threw it in the fire."
The prisoner snorted, "Typical. Honestly Virginia why you put up with your
family is beyond me. You don't need them you know."
"Why did you send me a book on Advanced Magical Theory and Practice?"
Ginny shrugged, "I'm only sixth year. That text is for wizards who are
beyond 7th year. Post graduate I think. "
The prisoner looked up and then turned around, his red eyes looking at
Ginny quizzically, "Sixth year Virginia? You caught the most powerful
wizard in history yet you say you're only sixth year? You have no idea do
Ginny did her best to keep her calm, and show no weakness to the prisoner.
Yet those eyes, blood red and pupilless. They were still as scary as they
were when she last saw them, back during the trial.
"No idea about what?", Ginny said, trying to keep a calm but firm voice.
She wringed her hands and did her best not to shake too much.
"What you accomplished. What you are capable of. You say you're a mere
student. Yet you were the one who caught me. Tell me.how did you do it?"
"I don't know."
"Oh I think you do. You may be too afraid to admit it but I think you know
full well how you caught me."
"Why does it matter? I just got lucky okay?", Ginny said out loud and a
little angrily, "What is it you want from me?"
Voldemort just looked at Ginny thoughtfully, "I just want you to answer my
question. How was it that you captured me?"
"Like I said I really don't know.", Ginny said coldly. She was anxious and
and scared at the same time. She could not understand why. All she knew was
that she wanted to get out of here.
"He's fine. Doing much better now that you're in here."
"Ah yes. I suppose he's grateful to you since it was you who caught me and
landed me in here in the first place."
Ginny looked down, not looking at the former Dark Lord's face and Voldemort
said, "Ginny look at me."
Ginny didn't and was shifting in her seat.
"Look at me!", Voldemort said in a firmer, louder voice and Ginny did.
"Do you know how you caught me? I'll tell you how you caught me. Remember
the Diary Ginny, the one you had first year?"
Ginny stiffened and nodded.
"Do you remember flushing it down Moaning Myrtle's toilet? Or at least
tried to anyway."
"What does it matter?", Ginny said angrily, "You took over my mind and used
me to unleash the Basillisk upon Hogwarts. You know that."
"Yes but even then with your innocence and insecurities you showed great
promise. Very few wizards, let alone an 11 year old child could resist my
magic, even when I was 16. Yet you did. You managed to some degree resist
me. Mind you you were too young and inexperienced to break out of my will
totally but you did manage to fight back. That my dear requires a strong
"So perhaps you have more potential than you think. I would have thought
that capturing me would have made you realize that."
"So what if I did? Should it matter?"
Voldemort got up from his chair and moved closer, right to the glass,
looking her straight in the eye. Ginny squirmed in her chair and looked
straight back. She felt nervous and scared. Even if she had defeated him,
even if she was responsible for him being in Azakban, she was still afraid
of him. But she tried not to show it. It was clear that Voldemort was
seeing right through you. All it did was egg him on.
Voldemort moved his face closer, as close as he could get to Ginny's as he
could. Already past her breaking point Ginny got up from her chair and was
shaking with fear. Perspiration running down her face as she saw his eyes
"Guard! I'm ready now!", she yelled.
"Leaving so soon Virginia?"
"Goodbye Tom.", she already was heading towards the door.
"What are you afraid of? You could at least answer my question? How did you
catch me Virginia?"
The door opened and Ginny raced out of the room. Voldemort of course had to
get the last word in and yelled that question again, "How did you catch me
Virginia? You do know the answer to that! I know you do!"
Ginny ran down the hallway and eventually stopped at the Auror's office, a
few cell block's down. She was crying now and leaned against the wall,
eventually sliding down the wall. Hugging her knees to her chest she just
sat there, crying.