The Power of Nomrah

Chapter 15
The Ring

Walking….walking, down corridors, never ending corridors, she pressed her hand on the door to her right, she opened it….to be facing. Someone… a blank face. Whoever this person was, they knew their way around. She followed this person, as he weaved in and out of corridors. He suddenly stopped, a golden door shown, nearly ten feet away from her. She looked. The face-less person was directing her towards it. She queried, then without haste, she moved her body towards…when…when...

Wham! Ginny woke up to the soft cold feeling of dripping water around her lips. Startled she heaved up her body. She was on a carpeted floor, dripping in freezing water. Whipping her sore eyes, she placed her knees on the floor and scanned the room. She turned around to come face to face with the man that felt she couldn’t get rid of; Draco Malfoy.
“Well…good morning to you.” He said with a malicious grin.
Ginny ignored his insinuation.
“What time is it? I don’t even remember leaving that “party.””
“Of course you don’t, I knocked you out with a sleeping draft.”
“Wasn’t that nice of you.” She said in a mocking tone. “Where did that woman go, what are you going to do to her.”
“That isn’t just any common woman, Ginny dear.” He placed his fingers upon her wet hair smoothing it out into a pony tail. Ginny cringed at his touch.
“Oh…yes, I forgot, you are pulling her off to be Voldemort’s only heir…so your “Ring” is that what you called it last night; will not longer fret over having no one in power?” The sarcastic tone in her voice was hard to miss.
“My dear, you are sadly mistaken.” He played with her hair. He knew that it was annoying her, when he touched her, which he loved. Riling up Ginny Weasley gave him pleasure. He lowered her twisted up pony tail and laid it among her bare back. She was now wearing a green backless dress that left only to the imaginary. He smiled as this gave her a chill. He lowered his hands to her middle back, and laid his hands over her, moving his thumbs all around her tense ski She She clenched her teeth in agony. The massage might of felt wonderful if it were someone else, but the way he was moving his hands, she could only think of how much torture it was.
He smiled at how much more her body was clenching to his touch. He moved closer to her and whispered in her ear.
“She is the rightful heir, and deep down you know this.” When the words “deep down” came out of his mouth, he placed his hands on her buttocks and squeezed. She swiftly turned around to face the man that was eyeing and rubbing her as if she were a trophy. She slapped him across the face, leaving a red hand print on his face, and a wide smirk on the receiver.
~~
Charles Finley waited on the corner of Bakersfield and Samson streets. The November morning mist covering his shoes and cloak. Not a sound creased its way onto this side of London, mainly for it being an early Saturday morning. He waited in anticipation, for his contact would have word of his next move. Charles was an outgoing Irish wizard that took pride in working for non other than the dark arts and his master; a man that took pride in muggle slayings, bringing the evil forces to power, and ruling over his competition.
Competition was a small and insignificant word for how much redemption his master wanted to succeed over his rivalry. However greatly his rivalry was to be on the same side, he was still trying to be “on top” so to speak. This empowerment of struggle and suffice wrecked the two of their relationships. Two men wanting more than to control the other, waseverever ending war, a war of evil against evil.
While other powers, such as the boy who lived “Potter” were fighting evil. Evil was waging their own war. A war of who would be the “top power?” It was true that his master was not the most recognized wizard, but he was still a more powerful domain; a power incomprehensible of his rival. His master needed to succeed over “The Ring” and what they had coming for the fight of iniquity. His master would succeed over Malfoy and his gang of evildoers.
Sunlight peered over a nearby building and still not a sign of Melissa; another contact of his masters. Finally, Charles heard fast footsteps coming up from behind him. He turned to watch as she came running up towards him; a disheveled look upon her face.
“Great to see ya, it’s nearly sunlight love,” he said in a sarcastic tone that drove her crazy.
“I’m here, just leave your commentary to yourself, why don’t you.” She spat at him.
“Tsk tsk.” He said placing his two fingers out and rubbing it out with the other in unison. “We shouldn’t act like this before our master appears….he won’t be pleased.”
She ignored him and tried to catch her breath. She had forgotten about their meeting in the alleyway. She needed to see “him”. It had nearly been a month since she had placed eyes on her master. She missed him terribly and needed to plead to him, to take her off the case. She hated beclosclose to Ronald Weasley. She hated sleeping with the oaf, and being in his presence. She wanted her masters touch, his being surrounding her…such as it had many times before. She pleaded and her heart leaped in front of her as he smiled appearing in front of them; a large wizard with a handsome face and a pronounced appearance. Melissa smiled back as she placed her eyes on her master; the one and only Lucius Malfoy.
~~
Draco quietly walked around Ginny Weasley…eyeing her as he went. She was now dripping wet from the water he had thrown on her, and her dress was sticking to her skin, making her shiver in the cold damp castle. He watched her avoid his eyes as he moved around her. She was riling in hate, as her hand print stayed upon his face. He liked that she hated him and loved it even more, when she had resorted to physical violence; it was a perfect hate relationship. Her; the prisoner. Him; the master of the house. He was the master…at least for now. Until, Michele was to take over. She was the rightful heir and would take over the position of master when her deserved training was sought out.
Ginny looked at the man in front of her. He seemed to be thinking about things, and she hardly believed they were about her. The way his eyes moved in his sockets told her that he was in deep thought. He stepped away from her and moved over to his desk. Which was in the far away corner, he ignored her.
“Do you expect me to freeze,” she spat.
He ignored her and kept walking. As if on cue a woman in white nurse clothes came aparating in. She seemed to be the nurse and took Ginny away, when Draco held up a hand to stop her.
“Get whatever you need, but she is to stay in this room. Is that clear Tabitha?”
\"Yes Master,\" the woman said smiling and she then summoned a bottle, some blankets and ordered Ginny to sit down.
“Take this,” she said in a high pitched voice, as she gave Ginny the bottle.
“What is this?” Ginny ordered.
“You will not ask questions girl,” the woman said yelling back at Ginny. She eyed the woman carefully and slowly sipped the potion, unknown as to what it was going to do to her.
Feeling of warmth surrounded her, and she was suddenly feeling much better. The woman then tried to untie Ginny’s dress off, but Ginny put a stop to that right away.
“I am not going to undress until he…is out of here.” She said pointing to Draco.
He suddenly jotted his head upward to face her.
“My dear, I can see you naked wherever you are. I am the master of this castle and I will be dammed if I do not know what happens here.” His crude tone was hard to not miss.
She frowned and ignored his winning smirk that was now upon his face. She let go of her strap and lowered her hand in defeat.
The woman un-wrapped her, and when Ginny was out of her wet clothing, the nurse maid named Tabitha wrapped her in a warm wool blanket and pushed her onto the closest chair, leaving with a “pop”.
Ginny then watched as Draco got out of his chair and drew up another with his wand beside her. He plotted himself down, and spoke.
“Now…that you are “not freezing”!” He said in a mocking tone. “Understand this…”
~~
Anger swept up and down her body, hate riling in every part of her being that Patricia Standling could persist. Red coming to her cheeks, she stormed through a vacant cemetery, which was aligned with decrepit old craves. Each depicting symbolic terminology of their desist company. In this cemetery Patricia was the only was who had a source of revenue, her company in this location was either dead, crawling, or being killed by the vampire slayer, who Patricia didn’t see at the moment.
Patricia was so angry over the night’s events and what had occurred and happened to her. For all this time, she had thought…thought, that Harry Potter wanted her. But, no…he was thinking of her the whole time. He wanted nothing but to be with her, and hold her…the witch; Hermione Granger. How she loathed the bitch, the way she trotted and bounced her fucking wavy hair around as if she were twelve. It annoyed the shit out of Patricia, and now she had lost the most well known and popular wizard because of it. He did this even knowing what was going on with Patricia. She thought she could of won the sympathy vote…but no, the prissy mudblood had still won.
Distracted by her hate and animosity, Patricia ignored bugs flying around her hair. They landed on her scalp, wanting to consume her roots and skin. They bit away, until the feeling of uncontrollable itching crossed her mind and she scratched her head shooing away the pesky insects.
She walked through and over multiple amounts of graves and temples. With her temper rising, she needed to calm down, or she would go into a hate such as the other night, when she had literally turned a man to dust. Although, she didn’t want to hurt anyone, she still felt killing was the only way. When she had disintegrated the Ministry Official, she had been terrified and overthrown, but at the same time, deep down she felt…good, powerful, etching for more control; an ecstasy of power.
The wanton of power wasn’t helping her. She was now constantly rubbing her head, this wasn’t due to the insects who had long since left her scalp, but the feeling as if her brain were to explode. She suddenly stopped walking, her cranium was now burning with fire…but her brain couldn’t burn. Could it? The feeling was har harder to comprehend or even reflect on. She stopped turned to see a man in a dark cloak eyeing her with speculation.
Anger discharging out of her, she squeezed her eyes shut from the throbbing; but was unable to keep congested. She unfastened her eyes to reveal them now on fire. A blur of heavy flames shot out of her hitting the man in the abdomen. This one act of annihilation destroying the once cloaman man that stood before her only moments ago, to reveal a pile of ash lying before her.
Stunned once again, Patricia turned again to a sound of festive clapping.
“Well done, well done. Now, that is what I call entertainment!” commented a joyous looking woman who was dressed in a black flowing cloak, accompanied by another black cloaked woman.
~~
Throughout the breakfast meals, there was talk of quiddich games, the new styles of “Witch Wear” magazine.
“So…what are these morticus manicures anyway,” Hermione said facing George with a mouthful of toast.
“Ha-ha….its new on the market…very popular.” George Laughed who was smiling extremely broadly from the new subject.
“Oh, yes…they are very popular. It’s a black lickerish candy that you give your mum or granny. When they first take it, it is very tasty and they don’t notice a thing. That is….” Fred announced chuckling. “Till…..they look down at their hands. Their once beautiful manicured nails suddenly turn into black sloppy goop.” Fred said laughing continuingly.
The rest of the table burst into laughter. “We even had to order a second order. The Diagon Alley store was selling out in boat loads,” added George his grin still resting on his face.”
Just then a white snowy owl appeared at the breakfast table in front of Harry and Hermione, a big pile of parchment stuck in its beak.
“Hello Hedwig,” Harry happily said. Hedwig scooted over to Harry and pecked at him, placing the post in front of his half eaten plate of eggs and toast. She smiled and hooted off towards Fred, who almost regularly fed her more than anyone at the table.
There were many amounts of letters and notices. He suddenly saw a forest green colored parchment peeking out from the bottom of the pile. He picked it up immediately, worry coming to his face.
Hermione watched as his face became more and more distracted and worried. His burrow furrowed as he red the green letter. Hermione wondered if it was news on Patricia, or from the Dark Sorcery Department.
She sighed as she watched him get out of his chair immediately pushing it far back behind him. She ran after him as the rest of the table watched them until they were out of view.
“What’s the matter,” she called after him. He was already leaving the kitchen and grabbing his cloak to leave.
“I have to go; there is an emergency at the department. There has been some news about Patricia…she’s missing,” his eyes where wondering all around the room in much confusion.
“Gone!” Hermione gasped. Not knowing why or where she would of gone. It was true that they left without hast last night, but it was no reason to run off. Hermione tried not to think of the worst and placed a hand on his shoulder consoling him.
Harry took notice of this, and gave his attention at Hermione. “I need to see what this is about, I will owl you with updates,” he smiled when he said this and grabbed for her. Hermione moved closer to Harry and they hugged, they soon broke apart, and Hermione leaned in giving Harry a passionate kiss on his mouth, which he obligingly returned; within seconds he was out the door.

~~
Ginny stared into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, eyeing his every movement. “What the hell do you mean?” she heard herself ask.
He looked away annoying. “I am trying to tell you something’s, and you won’t shut your mouth long enough to listen. You’re worse than that mudblood Granger.”
Ginny shot him a look of death; he didn’t take any notice that he saw her though.
“As I was saying, before you conveniently went off.” His malicious tone was etching in her brain. She hated the tone that he was using. It wasn’t the sinister way he was saying it…but the cocky and sarcastic tone in his voice. It was the most annoying and horrible sound she was hearing at the moment. She hated how he could be so smug about certain situations.
She gave him a “fine…go” remark that he smiled at. She always knew how to act around him. He didn’t think she thought he was remotely frightening anymore. Her annoyed looks and talk backs were just too much for his humor. It was almost uncanny the way she presented herself under imprisonment. He finally gave a little “ahem” and continued.
“You are in the Cornwall Manor, also known as Teresa’s estate. Teresa was the woman that took Melissa into coronary last night after The Ring gathering.”
Ginny gave him a quizzical look.
“Why are you telling me all of this?”
“How many times do I have to tell you? You are in on this. You will listen to what I have to say and you will do what I want. Is that clear?”
“No…but continue, your all mightiness.” She said mocking him. He couldn’t be stern towards her. It was just too all funny.
“Ha-ha, you are too funny my dear.” He said yelling whiled grabbing the back of her head and lowering her to him. “Now, I suggest you listen to me woman, or you will be spending another lovely night in the cellar.”
Ginny didn’t want to stoop to his level, but she didn’t want to sleep in the cellar either. She pierced her lips together and shot her head back to its original location. “Fine” she said in a depressing tone, recognizing defeat.
Draco let go of her auburn hair and slowly sat back in his chair opposite of her, instantly continuing his speech as if nothing had occurred.
“Cornwall mansion is the prime headquarters for The Ring. An organization dedicated to bringing The One back to power.”
Ginny looked at him in a way a student would look at a professor. “Melissa” she simply said.
He shook his head in response. “Yes, learning quickly. The Ring is filled with many dark and devilish wizards that only want her back to power so our master’s powers can be reinstated. She is the key to our success. We have all known that this day would come. It is written so.”
“Written so?” Ginny asked, her eyes squinting in confusion.
“Oh yes…there is a prophecy. This prophecy states that Salazar Slytherin will always live on. When Salazar Slytherin died, he passed on his power and training to each and every one of his children; his heirs.
So year by year, generation by generation, his powers will be transpired into each child. When Voldemort perished, his powers were then lifted to his youngest daughter; Michele Donahue.”
Ginny suddenly interrupted. “But, she has no clue who or what she is. You saw her yourself last night. I’m sure she doesn’t even know what a muggle is. Also I thought you were talking about some sacrifice? She looked up at Malfoy, he was smiling, why was he smiling she thought to herself?
He shook his head and looked at the confused woman. “She may not know who she is now…but she will. That is what her training is for. Dear….she is the sacrifice.”

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The tone in his voice was dark and mysterious, and he could tell that she wanted to know more of his “plan” and what the Ring exactly was, but he wouldn’t spill all his beans to her now. He had a plan for her, a plan that would definitely involve her and her inhibitions.

“What? How can she be the Sacrifice, if she is supposed to be this heir?” Ginny said still completely confused as she was before. She didn’t understand how a person could be the sacrifice, and also be the heir who should be getting these powers. The whole conversation was making no sense at all. Ginny was starting to get annoyed with the way he was playing with her head. He was just doing this, so she would get befuddled and go into a furry of even more hate towards him.

He contemplated in his head if he should tell her how; tell her of his plan and what was to become of Michele. He knew it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Ginny Weasley would be no more when the Plan went into motion, so there was really no reason why he shouldn’t tell her.

He opened his mouth to speak, but just then a woman burst into his office. The woman’s face was screwed up in worry.

“Draco, they need to see you in confinement.” It was Draco’s cousin, Claire Lestrange; the wife of Severus Snape.

“I’ll be down in a minute, wait outside this door Claire.” Draco spat back, while still looking at Ginny in concentration.

She shook her head in and walked back out, shutting the door behind her.

“We will continue this conversation another time. I expect you dressed in a different gown for dinner tonight. Is that understood?” Draco said standing up, now peering down at Ginny.

Ginny didn’t say anything, but it was understood that she didn’t really have a choice as to where and when Draco Malfoy wanted her. He had more power over her, than any other male (besides Tom Marvolo Riddle) ever had on her.

He shot her one more look then strode out of the room, his black flowing cloak following him. Ginny expected to be left alone in the room, as he left, but she was extremely mistaken. Claire Lestrange strode back into the room, eyeing Ginny very carefully.

“Well…..we meet again, Ms. Ginny Weasley!” Claire said with more excitement than Ginny expected.

“We need to have a talk,” she said continuing, as she sat in the chair that her cousin once occupied.

“Oh…do we?” Ginny replied sarcastically.

“Oh yes” Claire said smiling.


Claire looked at Ginny for a moment longer, watching her movements and how she was presenting herself. It was true that she cared deeply for her cousin, and she worried what kind of effect this little girl could have on him. Her cousin had many priorities and upcoming events on his plate, and she didn’t want some little bitch like Ginny Weasley to ruin it for him. He was easily influenced by distractions…distractions that could jeopardize the whole atioation.

“I am very interested to know why you think you are here.” She finally said.

“Why I am here? What do you mean?”

“Yes, why you are trapped under my cousins control.”

“Well….” Ginny laughed. “Because I am a prisoner, it doesn’t take a wizard mathematician to figure that out.”

The woman’s cheek was hard to not miss. She suddenly had guts talking the way she did. Her attitude and how brazen she was surely made her an interesting prisoner. This at all interested Claire. The way she spoke and the hatred that was coming out of her mouth and her appearance.

“I understand that…but, Malfoy has more plans for you my dear.”

“Oh...yes, I have heard of these plans, whether they include me I know not. Why doesn’t he just kill me instead of stalling the inevitable?

Claire laughed at this. This girl surely was comical. No wonder her cousin liked her that much. Claire wasn’t going to tell her what was to become of her though. She wanted to wait until Draco told her. It would be even better to see the shocked expression on her face.

Ginny watched as the egotistical women sat in front of her. It was hard to believe that Claire Lestrange was going to tell Ginny what Malfoy actually had planned her. The woman was just testing Ginny out. Seeing what type of person she was. This didn’t make sense though. Why would a women of her stature waist time talking to a unimportant prisoner as herself? The iniew iew went on for sometime, Claire asking meaningful questions about Ginny’s life and family…and what she had thought about the Carbon Copy that had replaced Ginny’s body.

“That was a wonderful idea, replacing a clone to be you!” Ginny scowled at the women who seemed to be enjoying herself more than she should of.

“Yeah, great…” Ginny said with gritted teeth.

Ginny wanted to stand up and slap Claire hard across the face and wipe the smile on it, but just like being attached to Draco’s hip the night before, she was attached to the chair.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. A small short woman with blond hair came in; she was wearing an oversized green cloak and was looking overly excited.

“The Master would like you to join him in Confinement. He said to bring the girl.”

Claire shot her head back towards Ginny, and smiled.

“It looks like we are going to take a little trip. Now get up and follow me!” Claire placed her wand out towards Ginny and her body instantly arose and vacated the chair. Her body started to move, and followed Claire out of Draco’s office.

Throughout the afternoon, Hermione took care to her business ordeals, even though she was growing tired of the life she was leading with her occupation. Day in and day out, she would surpass the same trying schedule, look up this…. and mark this. It was hell. Her workday had become more and more productive now that Snape was gone, but she was now realizing how much she was hating her job more and more.

Since Harry had left that morning, she had not heard or seen a sign of him. Usually, when things were out of the ordinary, he had at least sent word of any developments, and yet she had not to hear of anything. Their relationship had taken a sudden twirl into the existence of forbidden love, and Hermione didn’t know whether to feel uplifted into the new dimensions of the feelings, or be subdued to the act of integrity and respect. To leave their feelings closed and unannounced, She knew that whatever was to become of them, it would only hurt those around them; Ron being the first.

Hermione knew that his feelings for her had changed since that last consummated their relationship, but she also knew that he would be hurt to know of the two of them. To be the odd man out, in the trilogy of friendship would be his continuing role in their relationship. Hermione cared deeply for Ronald Weasley and she also cared very deeply for Harry Potter, but those feelings were complete opposite attractions. Ron was a deep loving friend, who Hermione loved deeply. Then there was Harry…the deep cherished relationship. She loved Harry very much, but this deep romantic love that was far diverse for what she had with Ron.

She had eased hers and Harry’s way out of the breakfast conversation, but it wouldn’t be too long, until they realized something. Hermione knew her friends far too well. They would investigate and find a way to discover the real truth of what type of relationship Ms. Granger, and Mr. Potter actually had. If it wasn’t the Daily Prophet breathing down her throats, it was her good friends -the twins, Ginny Weasley, and Parvati Patil. They were clever villains and would be all the more keen to find the actual truth to their behavioermiermione would find a way to conceal the truth, that was until her and Harry were ready…to reveal their relationship. Patricia was a major factor in this secrecy. She was still very dangerous, and could “blow” up at any moment. If she had known what Harry had done to his long time best friend the night before, she would be livid, and highly dangerous.

If she wasn’t found quickly, many lives could be endangered. The Power of Nomrah was still a very unknown curse and without the knowledge of its effects, and what exactly the curse could accomplish, the wizarding world would be in great peril. There were still many questions Hermione had about this curse. So many answers that they still didn’t know. What was to become of the one who their aura was changed? Would they be forever cursed? How many stages was Nomrah actually? How dangerous could a person become when this curse was placed on them? How is this curse preformed? And especially what is the counter curse; so many questions with absolutely no answers to accompany them.

Hermione paused in her thinking. She had remembered the passage that she had read; the passage on The Power of Nomrah that was found in a bookstore in Diagon Alley, the author Miranda Gershak. This woman, Hermione had met her once…but had not had the opportunity to come acquainted with her. This Miranda woman… was she evil? After all, not even Harry knew of this spell, and he was supposed to be one of the top agents at the Defense of Dark Arts department. She knew something of this, she had to; nevertheless, she was the one who printed it in her book; whether she was evil or not was a different story.

Hermione had made up her mind. She grabbed her cloak and headed out of her flat in search of the wizardry directory at the Ministry of Magic. It seemed that Hermione would search and then pay a visit, to this Miranda Gershak.

~~

“Top of the morning to ya!” Melissa heard Charles spat at his master. Melissa rolled her eyes at her mate and looked on at the man she would always refer to as her lover, whether she would say this to his face was a different story.

Lucius Malfoy stood and shook one of his personnel’s hands, smiling and nodded to the woman next to him. They nor spoke, nor noticed each other’s presence as he directed the of of them to a nearby door behind them.

They turned to the invisible opening and proceeded into the room. When they entered the room, Charles was speaking in high Irish tongue, which sounded like, “Golloping Gorgons, this here flat is what I call a bangin’ good time.”

Charles was the type of man that would tell anyone just how he felt; even it was his powerful master. Melissa believed that Lucius didn’t mind his cocky attitude though. He always seemed to laugh at his insinuations or his blunt figure of speech. Charles clasped his hand down on a large mahogany desk below him and smiled widely as he watched his other mates tally into the room, Melissa looking at him strangely, and his master with a suspicious grin upon his face.

“Well, sit down. We have some issues I want to go over with the two of you.” Lucius said as he sat at the head of the table. They obeyed his wish and sat in nearby seats.

“First of all, this is where we will be meeting from the time being. I can’t afford to be going all over the bloody country trying to find hideouts. Since you now know where this is, you may either use floo powder or you also may apparated in.”

“Floo powder,” Melissa asked for the first time, her voice groggy.

“Yes, it’s what we wizards use to get to and from place to place.” Charles said mocking her.

“Shut up you loon,” Melissa spat back at him, her devilish eye testing her nerve.

“Silence you two!” Lucius yelled, his temper levitating from their bickering. He was a very testy man and hated listening to their arguing all the time. Charles always tested Melissa’s nerve and Melissa always caused a scene with her bickering. The two of them were useless…that’s the main reason he had separated them with their contacts.

“Now, as I was saying. This place has many rooms, with fireplaces.” Lucius spoke while looking at Melissa, his glare not hiding from his appearance.

She nodded embarrassingly and continued on his renter when there was a knock on the door. A shudder of silence crept through the room and he moved his chair behind him and slowly walked over to the door. He opened it nonchalantly, and in came a wet cloaked woman.

“It’s hell out there,” cried the woman, as she pulled off her cloak. Melissa sighed, with frustration. It was the one woman, Melissa hated more than Granger. The other woman; Narcissa Malfoy.

~~

Every turn and swing of a corridor made Ginny feel more and more lost in her thoughts. She had no idea where exactly she was now in the castle, she knew she had not been here before, and the feeling of complete loss of direction was sweeping over her body; a feeling of foreboding, which was overthrowing her every which way. She was confused as to what Claire actually wanted and what she wanted with Ginny. She obviously wanted to make sure, Ginny was being a good little prisoner, but something suspicious about the way she had spoken with her, told her otherwise. Why was Ginny getting the special treatment, when all those other wizards down in the cells where not? What did Draco and Claire really want from her? From the treatment she was receiving it made Ginny feel that she was going to be apart of something much bigger, not just The Ring itself, but something more significant. It had to be the only other logical explanation, why would Draco go to all that trouble? He also was informing her that she was a major part of something…something Ginny didn’t want to live to find out. She would kill herself, before she would help Draco achieve succession.

These thoughts drifted into a daze, when Ginny finally heard her name being called. She looked up from the tile flooring, to see a face of Draco Malfoy accompanied by many other wizards. He smiled, his evilest grin creating a tingling sensation in the pit of Ginny’s stomach.

“Welcome, Ms. Weasley. This is what we call confinement.” He said while placing his hand about the room as if to show an item for sale.

“Lovely,” Ginny gladly responded, with a disgusting sound to it. She would never give any of them pleasure to know that she was or would be enjoying herself. She hated where she was, and she wasn’t scared to let them know it. She would never let them move their way into her head; whether it was a magical cerebrum charm or not.

“Excellent,” Draco said ignoring her repulsive response. “These people next to me are my most trusted advisors and friends. They run The Ring, and what goes on around it.

There were several amounts of people standing next to him; they seemed to know exactly why they were there, and why she was there. Ginny watched as Claire Lestrange moved next to the woman standing next to Draco. This woman seemed to know her, because they shook hands and smiled at each other, acknowledging their presence. The woman was wearing a dark maroon cloak and had brown hair that seemed to shine in the light. This didn’t seem to brighten the ugly frown upon her face though, the woman glared at Ginny like she was a piece of cow dung that needed to dissolve quickly. Ginny didn’t recognize this woman, but realized she must have been extremely important to be in the presence of evil such as Draco Malfoy. Draco looked down at the woman next to him and smiled broadly, his eyes shifting from her face down to her breasts rather frequently. His eyes widening with ever capture of her breasts; which was peeking out of her sultry cloak.

“The woman next to me,” Draco said pointing to the woman to his left “is Kersten Storm.”

Ginny’s eyes suddenly went to the woman. A light curly brown haired girl that was wearing a dark green cloak, her eyes peered out to Ginny, which made her tingle even more. She didn’t look like she enjoyed Ginny’s company, and from the look of her, Ginny felt the exact same way. The woman sighed and placed her body to her left to a man that was also wearing a dark green cloak.

Draco’s voice lifted over Ginny’s thinking, “Then beside her, is Elijah Richard.”

This man was hooded and Ginny could hardly tell what he looked like, only that he was muscular and seemed a little apprehensive of their meeting. He placed his hand around the woman named Kersten and turned his head to Draco, who was now looking at Ginny. His eyes peering at her whbodybody like she was a juicy piece of meat, Ginny gave him a look of disgust. Suddenly there was a sound of movement behind Draco. It was an extremely sluty woman, in a red skirt and black tank top.

“Well, Draco” said the whore. “She’s quite tasty, wouldn’t you agree?” The woman said walking in small circle’s ignoring the glares coming from Ginny.

“March get over here,” Ginny heard Draco demand. The woman smirk and spit on Ginny’s face. Glad to meet ya.” Ginny scowled in anger. She was just about to jump out on the girl when a strong hand held her back. It was the same man from the night before. The guard that had held her from attacking Teresa.

“Now, now…lets be nice, that is Demarchlier Vandermont, March for short.” Spat Draco as March stepped around him. She watched as his eyes went back to the girl to his right. Ginny watched as he smirked and pointed his head down to the girl.

“Now that that is settled…last but not least, Katrina Mordark.....my girlfriend.” Draco said as he slid his hand around her waist, making the woman smile even broader at Ginny.

Her reaction was not unnoticed, Ginny’s mouth completely dropped to the floor, she could feel the gagging reflexes in her mouth go very noticeable, and for some reason couldn’t close her mouth. The shock of Draco actually going with someone shouldn’t have come to a surprise to her, but she just couldn’t help herself from thinking that it wasn’t true.

Why was she acting so strange, she neither said a word nor looked at him, but kept her eyes on the Katrina girl, who’s evilest grin was annoying Ginny to death. This shouldn’t of bugged her, but Ginny some how couldn’t stop herself from thinking or feeling this way. She pulled herself out of her total relapse and smiled selfishly trying to regain her equilibrium, but was failing horribly.

“Nice,” Ginny said, but it came out sounding counterfeit.

Draco noticed this act of distress and took action upon it. “Oh don’t feel too bad, Gin, I’ll always be there for you.”

This shook her out of her state of anguish. “Pfft, you wish Malfoy.” she tried to calm herself, and was gaining it back slowly but surely.

Draco smiled and released himself from Katrina and glided over towards Ginny, ignoring the glares from his girlfriend. She was an extremely jealous woman and it was often hard to play the player, when your girlfriend ended up killing the actresses in the play. She watched him like a hawk, and most of the times it was quite Dearing, but then other times it was just quite annoying. He had been with the same woman since Hogwarts and cared for her deeply, but he knew it would never last. Those types of relationships never did. She was too controlling most of the time he he didn’t even think she cared for him most of the time. She would disappear for amounts of the time, and as far as Draco knew she was rag tagging some dark wizard in a broom closet. He threw the thought aside; hell, if she was, it would be easier to let her go.

Katrina didn’t care much for the new girl; she didn’t like the look of her, and hated how she was spending all the time in the world with her man. The man she would trick into marrying her. Sure, she had once been the sweet girlfriend of Draco Malfoy’s, but now she was just looking for some home security; the money. She wasn’t going to hide how she felt, she was evil after all, and if anyone thought otherwise, then she would vanquish them, it was that simple. Katrina scowled as Draco walked over to this Ginny character, she might have been useful to Draco (Katrina didn’t know why) but she could still tell that she didn’t like the bitch, and Katrina was going to make life hell, if not even worse for the slut.

Kersten watched as she directed Ginny to the middle of Confinement, where Michele was being placed. Her future master had yet said anything to any of them all day and then suddenly she was asking questions left and right. Kersten and the others were told to keep quiet and to not tell her anything, for the subject matter was very delicate, and not until Michele’s Training was completed could they reveal any information.

Normally, this wouldn’t of been hard for Kersten but for some reason she was wanting to desperately tell her master anything and everything she could, but was directed to keep her greedy little mouth shut. Draco was even tempted to use a concealing charm on her, but she insisted that she would pride her life on secrecy and to The Ring. After all, she was one of the heads of The Ring, and worked hard to get there. She wasn’t going to let that slip just because she was “egging to tell”. She sighed and slipped her hand around her husband who was still scowling at the new comer. She could tell that he was not enjoying the scene, and that he despised Draco’s decision in letting her down here. The Confinement was a very secluded place and only members of The Ring where allowed down in it. The area was very conceled and was never broken into. It was locked with various amounts of charms, spells, and talisman’s. Name it, it protected their facility.

“This is the area that The Ring prides itself on.” Kersten could hear Draco telling Ginny, she was ignoring his words, but every now and again would catch a word or two. Her husbands grip on her waist was tightening and his strength was showing exactly just how angry he was getting. His temper rising wasn’t a good sign, for he could really cause damage when it did. Finally when his fingers clenched to her skin was completely unbearable; she elbowed Elijah in the ribs. He coughed, “what the bloody hell was that for,” he yelled. The whole group silenced, even Draco.

“You are hurting me you lout.” She called out at him. He just realized what he had been doing and a small look of guilt came to his face, a reaction of “uh-oh” forming.

“What is all this.” Elijah heard Draco yell after him.

“Uh…nothing boss,” he lied, as he grabbed for his wife again, red coming to his face.

Draco continued his tour of the Confinement while Ginny puffed and huffed her way through it. He knew that she could give a two sh*ts where she was or what the Confinement actually meant, and he loved that she was loathing him and where she was; it made it all the better. He ignored the scowls from Katrina and continued on. When he was done explaining of what exactly each replica meant and how many charms that locked the place he looked over at a bemused Ginny.

“You seem to think I care, what this retched place is?” Ginny said a smirk forming on her face.

“No…I don’t really care if you care, I enjoy torturing you. Now sit down and shut the hell up.” He conjured a chair with his wand and she was forced to sit down, instantly locking her in place.

What a familiar feeling, Ginny said talking to herself, giving Draco her rolling eyes. He ignored her and proceeded with his employees.

“Now, when is the training to take place Teresa?” He yelled out, Ginny didn’t see the woman, but just then a figure appeared from a dark corner revealing her features.

“It should of started ten minutes ago, but you insisted the mud blood lover been shunned down here to see the act. I don’t agree with what you are doing. I believe it is rash and down w…”

SLAP

A red hand print was now imprinted on the woman’s face. The woman called March had apparently slapped Teresa across the face with anger.

“How dare you talk that way to your leader, he is here to help rise the one and you judge him on what and how he does things. You should be banned from The Ring. You selfish bi-”
lm dlm down March, I will handle this.” He looked at her with disconcert and March acknowledged and stepped back into place regarding her composure.

Draco looked back at Teresa; her face was now rubbing her cheek as she glared at March. The woman hardly knew were her boundaries were and Draco didn’t have time to worry about her. He had other obligations to concentrate on.

“I suggest we get started then. Everyone places.” Immediately the twenty wizards that accompanied the room, including the ones Ginny had met previously joined around in a circle. The circle surrounded Michele, who was now looking every which way, but was not saying a word. Ginny thought, she looked more scared than anxious. A green light suddenly appeared on the chair that Michele sat on. Ginny squinted her eyes between two wizards and peeked in. Finally she heard Draco speak, and then others speak clearer. They were saying some type of incantation, and there were a set of words that they kept repeating. Ginny strained to hear.

“We twenty grant thee Nomrah, we twenty grant thee Nomrah”

The words didn’t make sense to Ginny. What the hell was Nomrah?