Ginny stormed down the narrow street leading away from Godric's Hollow. She had finally had it with Harry, she was totally sick of his endless Quidditch and dark arts talk, did he actually think she had nothing better to do? Ever since Ginny was nine she had wondered what it would be like to be married to Harry Potter, you know- 'Thee' Harry Potter, Quidditch star Harry Potter- wizarding saviour Harry Potter? Now she knew it made her sick. Sure, she loved him and would do anything for him, but sometimes he could be, so –thick! She was going to tell him something but he just pressed on the subject of 'Should I join the pride of Portree or the Winbourne wasps?'. At first their marriage was perfect, they had it all, and now- things hard started to go seriously down hill. Harry had recently been getting a lot of offers to join Quidditch teams from all over the world, and these 'top-secret' aurora offers, he never told her wether he had accepted it or not, when ever she brought the subject up he changed it, and quick. Ginny stumbled over one of the raised cobblestones and a tear streamed down her pale cheek. She didn't notice the deadly silent footsteps pacing steadily behind her; she didn't hear the rustling if robes when the figure took out its wand and muttered the incantations that would change her life forever- Dixium Incantium. She dropped quietly to the ground and the attacker carried her away- all in the silent darkness of Godric's lane.

~*~

'What about the child master?' A tiny voice squeaked, its sound echoed around the supposedly large chambers of the room.

'Kill it- no, keep it alive, it will raise the price of ransom.' The "master" drawled un-interestedly. Ginny remembered that drawl, it was eerily familiar. Ginny forced her eyes open not bothering to wipe the sleep out of them. She squinted her eyes in hope to see through the dust mingled with darkness. The stone wall was the most obvious thing, it was behind her. There were two thick chains bolted onto the dull grey masonry. She followed the chains with her eyes, they both broke into two smaller chains, the smaller one bound her wrists to the wall and the other bound her ankles, shackles threateningly unnoticeable around her small ankles. She felt a large lump in her throat and swallowed it fighting back the storm of tears that were threatening to form a raging river streaming from her hazel eyes. She hiccupped loudly.

'Look! The young Damsel has awoken!' Squeaked the man in a high-pitched voice that was the first she had heard. There was a quick muttering of directions and Ginny hear some keys rattle in what sounded like an iron lock. Then two men walked forward, a small light illuminating their pale, waxy faces.

'Good afternoon Mrs- er- Potter.' The familiar drawl said, the owner of the voice stepped closer and his pale blond hair was made visible by the small circle of light, eyes glinting with satisfaction of some sort.

'Malfoy!' Ginny gasped in horror, she quickly clasped her hand over her mouth when she realised what she had just said and the situation she was in. It was a bad thing to say.

'That is Master Malfoy to you.' The man sneered. He looked at her with a blank expression on his nearly white face. She shuddered under his penetrating gaze.

'I thought no-one could sink any lower,' Malfoy begun. Ginny squeaked as a wall of fear smashed into her. 'From a Weasley to a Potter, what was going through your mind girl?' Rhetorical question. He shook his head in disgust. 'Pettigrew, go and get Draco.' The smaller man jumped to attention and ran out of the dungeon his rat-like features faded away into the darkness as he ran out of the room. Ginny wiped her eyes with her shaky hand and looked at Malfoy again this time she noticed the natural lines, wrinkles, on his pale face with a complexion to match, his eyes showed traces of great loss mixed with what was un-mistakeable danger and harsh sternness. He looked at Ginny questioningly. 'You find me interesting do you?' He sneered. 'You are rather a fine young lady for a ex-Weasley current Potter.' He commented snakily as he stepped forward. Ginny forced herself back up against thew wall, her back going numb against the cold stones of ice. She looked at the floor and turned her head so her left cheek was on the wall. The left side of her face accompanied the rest of her body in its numbness, thanks to the stones. She closed her eyes and an image flashed through her eyelids. The man was Lucius Malfoy. He stepped closer to her again, she tried to move back further but the wall was solid and wasn't going to move with her minimal force. The dust from the masonry creeped up her nose and into her airways, her limbs shook uncontrolably as he bent down and gripped her shoulders.

'I am here father.' Said the recognisable drawl of Draco Malfoy. Lucius let go of Ginny throwing her back into the wall and turned to face his son.

'It is about time, now go and organise dungeom thirteen for Mrs Potter.' He directed, Draco immediately turned on his heel and flounced out of the room. 'Pathetic interruptions.' Lucius sneered then he too, walked out of the dungeon taking the only small source of light with him, Ginny huddled up into a ball and cried herself to sleep.

~*~

'Harry? What's wrong?' Ron shouted as he entered the newly rebuilt Godric's Hollow. He ran through the house and into the parlour. Harry looked up at him. 'Harry, what happened?' Ron demanded forcefuly. 'Where's Ginny? What have you done?' Ron shouted. Harry put his head in his hands and took a deep breath.

'I didn't- I don't- Ron-' Harry stuttered. Ron crossed his arms over his chest.

'Quit your damn stuttering!' Ron blasted, then added a little less loudly 'Where is she?'

Harry hesitated. 'I- I don't know Ron! She left after dinner!' The pain in his voice was obvious. Ron's stature loosened a bit.

'Where did she go?' He asked calmly.

'I don't know!' Harry sighed.

'That's it! We have to go!' Ron said, he grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him out of the house and into the streets beyond.