Ginny's Story
Back in the Harry's old world, Ginny Weasley was growing increasingly anxious. Harry had been missing for some time, and no one seemed to have any clue as to where he had gone. Determined to find him, Ginny decided to search deeper into the Forbidden Forest, the last place anyone had seen Harry before his mysterious disappearance.
As she ventured further into the forest, the atmosphere grew heavier, the air thick with an unsettling energy. Ginny's instincts told her that she was getting close to something, though she couldn't be sure what. Suddenly, she stepped onto something that felt different beneath her feet—an ancient rune, hidden under the leaves and debris.
Without warning, the rune glowed briefly, and before Ginny could react, she was engulfed in a whirlwind of magic. The world around her spun, and she felt herself being pulled away, much like the sensation of a Portkey, but far more disorienting. When the spinning stopped, she found herself lying on the cold ground, in a place she had never seen before.
Ginny's senses slowly returned, and she realized she was no longer in the Forbidden Forest. The surroundings were dark and foreboding, the air cool and still. She tried calling out for help, but her voice echoed back at her, unanswered. Panic began to set in as she looked around, trying to make sense of where she was.
Suddenly, a massive figure loomed into view—a creature unlike anything Ginny had ever seen. It was a terrifying blend of Cerberus, hellhound, and something else entirely, its eyes glowing ominously in the dim light. The sight was too much for Ginny; her fear overwhelmed her, and she felt the world go black as she passed out.
When Ginny woke up again, she found herself in a small, dark cell. The cold stone walls closed in around her, and her head throbbed with confusion and fear. On the other side of the bars stood one of the Custodians of Morgana's Crater, observing her with an unreadable expression.
The Custodian began asking Ginny questions—who she was, how she had arrived, and what she knew of this place. But Ginny, still disoriented and frightened, couldn't provide coherent answers. Her words came out in a jumbled mess, filled with panic and desperation. The Custodian, seeing that Ginny was too distressed to provide any useful information, decided to cast a spell to put her back to sleep.
Ginny's world faded to black once more, and when she woke up again, she found a tray with some bread and water in her cell. The food was simple and unappealing, but she ate and drank it, driven by hunger and thirst. She had no sense of time; the days seemed to blur together, with only the regular arrival of the tray to mark the passage of time.
After what felt like two days, another Custodian appeared, this time trying to extract more information from Ginny. By now, she had calmed down slightly but was still confused and frightened. She had no understanding of where she was, how she had arrived, or what was happening to her. Her answers, though more coherent, still made little sense to the Custodians, who realized that Ginny had no grasp of the situation she was in.
Frustrated by the lack of progress, the Custodian decided to knock her out again, hoping that more time might help her to stabilize and offer clearer answers later.
The next time Ginny woke up, she was no longer in the same cell. She found herself in a new setting, even more restrictive and ominous. She was now in a dimly lit room, her movements severely limited by the collar around her neck, cuffs on both her wrists and ankles, and a chain connecting the collar to the wall of the cell. The weight of the restraints was heavy, and they left no doubt in her mind that she was now a prisoner.
As Ginny looked around, the faint light from a nearby torch cast shadows across the room. Through the bars of her cell, she saw the outline of a man, standing just outside of the light. Though she could barely make out his features, the air of authority and control that emanated from him was unmistakable.
The man stepped forward slightly, revealing just enough of himself for Ginny to see the cold, calculating expression on his face. His voice, when he spoke, was cool and commanding, sending a chill down Ginny's spine.
"You are here for a reason," the man said, his tone leaving no room for doubt or defiance. "I am here to train you. You will call me Master or Sir from now on."
Ginny's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the gravity of her situation. The man standing before her was Aiden Bowers, the most feared and respected slave trainer in Morgana's Seat. The words he spoke marked the beginning of her training—a process that would strip away her sense of self and reshape her into something she couldn't yet comprehend.
As Aiden's words echoed in the small cell, Ginny felt a deep, overwhelming fear settle in her bones. She knew, with a sinking dread, that her life was about to change in ways she could never have imagined.