Destiny- Drinny

65- Tied Up

As Ginny regained consciousness, the torturing pain stopped, and she could finally have control over her body. Stretching her arms out, she was confused to feel hard bark and mud on her skin, and the smell of pine leaves and moss attacking her nose.

Opening her eyes she took in her surroundings; the forbidden forest, she thought, what am I doing here? Scrunching her face in confusion, she sat up- and tried to stand, but was stopped by a tight rope around her waist.

"Miss Weasley. I'm so happy you decided to join us." Spoke Voldemort, "I must say, when Narcissa told me you were the answer to all our problems, I was rather happy. You really have grown into a truly beautiful young witch."

Jumping at the sound of the horrifyingly familiar voice, Ginny tried to free herself from the binds, but, with no success, she began shaking in fear. All those years of repressing her fear- trying to get over the chamber of secrets came flushing back.

"Get- get away from me." She whimpered, pushing herself furthest away from the voice as humanly possible.

"Now now, my dear- is that any way to speak to your only friend?"

Hearing only friend, Ginny's blood began to boil. How dare he call himself her friend after trying to kill her all those years ago. Every hint of fear was now turned into blood thirsty anger.

"Go fuck yourself." She snapped, as an surprises but pleased smile cracked onto his white lips.

"Feisty one you are." He smiled, "you shall do nicely by my side after Potter is dead."

(Yes inbetweners reference)

"Pfftt- please, we both know Harry is going to win. You couldn't even kill him when he was a baby- how can you kill him now?" She laughed- causing a put out frown to take over his face.

"Do you not wonder why you are here?" He spoke.

"Because I'm such good company." She smiled- laughing in the face of death.

Refraining himself from loosing his cool, he turned to her.

"You have something I want-"

"What, a body so you can be reborn? Sorry to break it to you, but you tried that and failed." Ginny grinned.

"Would you shut up?!!" He exclaimed, as she smirked to herself, "you have the prophecy! Give it to me!" He roared.

"Oh- you mean my powers? Sorry man, but I have no control over that. Even if I could I'd rather die than show it to you."

Grabbing her red hair in his hand, he yanked her close to his face.

"Listen here- you're going to give me that prophecy. Even if that means I must kill you."

"Oh Merlin! When will you get it through your thick head?!" Ginny yelled, causing him to push her head back to the tree, letting go of her hair. "You already tried that! And failed!"

Having enough of the girls disrespect, Voldemort pulled out his wand, exclaiming 'crucio!'

Ginny's body shook with pain. Every part was her felt like it was being torn into hundreds of thousands of tiny pieces, then replaced by sharp shards of glass. Ginny's head claimed towards the pale grey sky- small specks of white twinkling brightly.

"Breath." She heard. "Focus on your breathing."

Following the voice, she closed her eyes, and focused all senses to her nose and chest. She could feel the still air entering her nose and exploring her lungs, supplying her body with the needed oxygen. Her breaths were quick and uneven; some long and deep, while others shallow and sharp.