Lovely | GINNY WEASLEY

36 - Voldemort

If he wanted to get to Harry through me why not take Ginny instead? Maybe he knew she would resist. No, that can't be it. I'm almost 99% sure he would've forced my mother to use a pensive to get my memories, he would've known I wouldn't speak either.

"Damn it!"

She snapped, banging her fist on the dark wood dresser. She hastily changed into the gown, the silk brushed against her skin sending shivers down her spine. Amora stared in the mirror.

Compose yourself Amora.

It was almost second nature for her when she found herself opening the second drawer on the top left side of her sixteen drawer dresser. She found her lips curving up at the sight of the stacks of corsets piled into the small drawer. She settled on a plain black one, tying it carefully in the back.

Tears pricked in Amoras eyes as the cold remained. She put her finger just under her nose to stop herself from sniffing as she wiped away her tears.

Amora focused on gathering her hair into a neat bun as she blinked rapidly. She shook her head and let her mind fly.

Is it possible to consider this might be to appease the death eaters? It couldn't be that far fetched seeing as most of his right hands want mine, Ginnys or both of our heads on steaks. No, if that was true why only track me down? The wards aren't overly strong. Also, if that we're true I'm almost certain he would send men instead of Astoria. No, I safe I assume this is a mind game.

Could this be about my family after all?

She glanced back at the portrait of her late grandmother near the door on the side of her room. Her hand flew to her mouth as the dreadful realization took place.

My family, Theo.

That's what this is about.

She thought bitterly in her mind.

I have to find a way to escape the ball.

1,797...

She slipped on a pair of short black heels.

1,798...

She tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

1,799...

She faced the door.

1,800...

The knob slowly turned.

A slim figure appeared in the doorway, it was darkly lit in the hall but even then it was without mistake; Narcissa Malfoy.

Her platinum blonde hair had browned at the ends turning it to a bronze tone, she was so devastatingly frail it made her want to vomit. She wore a long black gown contrasting frighteningly on her translucent pale complexion. She looked reminiscent of a corpse, she wondered if all of them turned out that way. Narcissas hands clasped together gracefully like the end of a necklace.

"It's time Amora, everybody's looking their best for you."

She said without the slightest flicker in expression.