The Choices We Have, The Choices We Make
A/N: And, the start of a new fic. As you must know, it is D/G, and is post Hogwarts. And always remember the three "r’s"... Read, Review and Review! (This can count twice... It’s means that much!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing whatsoever, nor am I claiming to do so. All Harry Potter things are property of J. K. Rowling. As you will know, or what’re you doing reading this anyway? (But keep reading anyway, and review!)
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Ginny Weasley pressed her body against the tree trunk, holding her wand in front of her, ready to use whatever spell whenever necessary.
It was a chaos filled world, a one everyone had thought vanished long ago. Instead, it had sprung up again, and turmoil had once again entered this world. Possibly wrecking havoc even worse then before. And this time, who knew when the next ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ would appear to save them, or if the present Minister of Magic would bring this deathworld to an end by once again facing the Dark Lord. But it had been ten years since Harry Potter’s graduation, and six since he was appointed Minister of Magic. It seemed like a very long time, and people were doubting his ability to face You-Know-Who, as well as his courage.
"Idsinndo!" Ginny cried, and a long gold chain flew out from her wand, thin but unbreakable. She summoned a Apparating ministry wizard, whose sole purpose was to apparate to the delegated spot then apparate back to the ministry dungeons, along with the prisoner, who was to be sent to Amarx, leaving the Auror free to search and battle other Dark workers.
Amarx was created by twenty Aurors, a new wizarding prison. Magic, along with muggle science had created this place, which was guarded with objects that served one purpose, and one purpose only. To serve the good side. They could look into your very soul, to see if you were on Light or Dark. If you were fighting for the Light side, they did no harm, but all followers of Dark would be plagued by fantasies of what was real to them. A world where they suffered torment, much like what people see Hell as. These objects had no feelings, but could instil feelings into others, stronger feelings than ever before. These remarkable creatures, the combined work of magic and muggle, the Retorex. (A/N: taken from ‘restore’, as they restore what you should have to you. Pain, for all Dark workers, in this case.)
Amarx itself was a notable creation. It was made of a layer of glass, a layer of limestone, rock, metal, frozen ice and an outer layer of glass again. All of which were enchanted so they were unbreakable, unmeltable and unenchantable. Which made Amarx a prison that kept people in, was basically unbeatable, and that did not rely on unreliable creatures. Yes, the ministry had learnt its lesson.
Ginny crept slowly, then put her back against the next tree. Suddenly a bright red blast skimmed past her, and she swore loudly. It had grazed her arm, which was now raw, blistery, and an ugly red colour. She tapped it lightly with her wand, which help ease the pain, but she needed to have more time to heal it fully. She took a gamble and ran to the wall across from her. To her gratefulness, no one seemed to see her, or else she was extremely lucky that no one had targeted her. But all happy thoughts left her head as she felt a wand tip dig into her neck.
"Give me your wand," a low voice ordered.
"Hell no!" Ginny exclaimed, gripping her wand till her knuckles turned white.
"You’re not in a position to argue, Miss Weasley," the low voice told her, with a hint of amusement, "I’d rather like to think that I have the control over here. So give me your wand, or I’ll blast you apart with mine."
"You wouldn’t!" Ginny growled, but handed her wand over anyway. A cold hand reached for it, and she cringed at the shivers it gave her. For a while she thought she knew that drawl, that sarcastic voice, but all questions flew from her mind as her arms were bound to her back and she was apparated to an unknown place.
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"Ouch!" Ginny yelped. She had fallen forward as her feet gave way to the force of the sudden apparation. The floor was gritty and rough, and hurt her injured arm even more. A strong arm pulled her back up, and led her along a path. She felt rather dazed, everything had happened so quickly, and so didn’t put up a fuss. Soon she saw a reddish light appear in front of her, and her Auror senses suddenly kicked in again. She pulled against the golden chain, but knew already that it was useless. How many times had she seen prisoners strain against their bonds, and yet stay captured? So many that she had lost count. She tried escaping from her captor, but his grip was iron strong, and she couldn’t move. How she wished that she had agreed to go to that muggle self-defence class when Ron had told her too. She had gone for one lesson, then decided that it was totally useless, and she’d never need it.
"It was totally ridiculous!" Ginny raved to Hermione, "how they kept going on about some SING. Something about
what Sailor Ploxus, Inside Step, and what was the N again? Ridiculous! I’ll never need it anyway, I always keep my wand with me. I have no clue why Ron would make me go for something so stupid like that."
"It’s Solar Plexus and Instep, and he only wants to make sure you’re safe," Hermione chided, "You’ll never know what situations you’ll find yourself in."
"Hah!" Ginny ridiculed, "he probably only wanted me there to accompany you, his precious girlfriend!" she teased.
Hermione blushed, "Whatever, but still, it’s better to be safe then sorry."
"Here speaks Hermione Granger," Hermione pulled a face, and Ginny continued, "I’m not going back again. I’ll never ever need it." Never need it...
"Stop struggling," that same amused voice told her, "Surely a smart Auror like you knows the strength of those bonds. You’ll never break through them. And remember, I’ve got your wand. There’s nothing you can do. Better to come along calmly." Ginny growled. "Got quite an attitude, huh. Master wanted to see you. He’ll be especially pleased I got you. You’ve made quite a reputation for yourself. Put many of our best workers in Amarx. Interesting really, maybe the Weasleys are better than I presumed. Though that brother of yours wasn’t a very good specimen. Sucking up to Potter and Granger. Funny, I always thought that Potter would end up with Granger. Never thought Granger set her standards quite so low." Ginny had it, and stepped on his foot.
"Well, well, you are still the child that sent Potter the singing Valentine." Singing Valentine...
"Malfoy?" Ginny muttered in amazement, "Draco Malfoy!"
"Took you long enough. I guess you’re not the great Auror you think you are."
"On the other hand, you became the Death Eater everyone knew you’d become," Ginny taunted, and as she struggled to turn to look at him, she could have sworn that a flash of remorse crossed his eyes. It passed, and he gave her a sour grin.
"What I was born to be. What I was raised to be. What I was meant to be. And now I serve my master. Anyhow, it seems to have done me good, no? Look at our positions. The Dark Lord can be kind, should you obey him. We’re here now," he told her, suddenly. Ginny took a step forward, and smashed into... air? "Protective shield," Draco told her. He raised his free hand and ran it along the invisible wall. Appearing to have found what he was looking for, he placed his hand flat and muttered something. Ignoring Ginny’s indignant cry, he pulled her along with him, as he strode once again, ahead. It had disappeared, what ever it had been, and she looked at her new surroundings in bewilderment.
It was a circular room, with rugs littering the floor. A large chair was in the middle. Death eaters were in a semi-circle surrounding it. The chair turned to face Draco, and Ginny saw, for the first time in the last sixteen years, Voldemort.
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A/N: I want to post this, so I’ll leave it there! The next part’ll be along soon. Review, review, review!
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