Ginny Weasley, now a beautiful young witch teaching at Hogwarts, discovers a 'binding' curse hidden in the secrets of the castle...

Ginny Weasley had been teaching at Hogwarts for only a few months. After only a few years of being gone from learning there, she was presented the opportunity to teach as the Librarian. For some unknown reason, the previous librarian had mysteriously disappeared. Needing a replacement, the headmistress of the school, Professor McGonagall, had called the only student that she knew was training to work there. Ginny quickly agreed, excited to begin to teach at the school of wizardry even earlier than she had hoped.

One evening, well after all the students' bedtimes were, Ginny sat in the library, reading a charms book. She often enjoyed these late night reading sessions, studying by a floating candlelight hanging by her side. She turned a crinkly old page, reading the descriptions and theory behind a plethora of different charms, many well out of her skill level. She loved reading about what extremely advanced witches and wizards could do, even if she couldn't do it herself. After a while, she glanced at a clock hanging on the wall. It read 1:24am. Ginny stood up and stretched, her long red hair tumbling behind her back. She wore a gray skirt and a uniform top, similar to that of the student's dress code yet slightly more professional, giving her the air of an 'eighth' year student, if that makes sense. She had had a difficult time adjusting from the student mentality to the professor mentality and often still longed to associate with the older students, and the way she dressed reflected that.

Ginny closed the book and softly walked into the restricted section, where she had retrieved the book from. The book contained charms that could be used to inflict pain on another person, so it was classified as restricted and required a pass from a teacher to look at. Of course, since Ginny was the librarian, she was able to look at and use any book she pleased, restricted or not.

Ginny arrived at the shelf, the slot missing where the book had been. She slid the book neatly into the slot, lining the binding up flush with the surrounding books. She smiled to herself, content with her new position in the school. Just as she began to turn to leave and head back to bed, something caught her eye. She turned her head and looked closer. A single book was slid out, not in order with the other ones. She deftly flicked the book back in place and spun to leave.

The sound a book sliding behind her caused her to stop. She turned back around to face the book she had just pushed in flush with the others. It had slid back out, roughly an inch further than the other books around it. Ginny frowned and pushed the book back in. She watched it for a second before it slid back out to its original position.

Ginny knew magic when she saw it. Confused, she pulled the book out and sat down on the hardwood floor in a cross-legged position. She knew the dangers of some of the books in the restricted section, so she pulled out her wand before attempting to open the book. She tapped it softly with the tip of her wand and muttered some simple curse-checking spells. They did nothing, so she proceeded with opening the book. She flipped to the inside cover, which read:

Bynding Colektion

Ginny knew this book was old from the language the title was written in. Flipping over the next few pages, she found more old english transcripts, outlining some basic charms. Ginny flipped further, not bothering to read what the spells did. About halfway through the book, the content of the pages suddenly changed. Ginny leaned in to look at a small illustration. It appeared to be an old rendition of a naked woman being constricted by a large snake. Ginny knew that old books often would use naked men or women in its illustrations and wasn't particularly thrown off by it.

She continued flipping through the pages, revealing more and more illustrations. Ginny leaned in, engrossed by the scenes unfolding in the pages. Each page contained a single picture of a naked woman, in varying different scenarios. One woman was hanging upside down in a dungeon, one was locked in a chest, one was tied down to a rack, every single one had one thing in common that they were all restrained in some way. Ginny, completely hooked on the contents of the book, flipped to the very end, wondering what the last illustration was. The last one was an incredibly realistic rendition of a woman wrapped in a silvery substance, suspended above a large pit of lava. She appeared to be tightly gagged by the silvery substance, and was obviously sweating profusely from the heat rising from the lava. This illustration was on the left hand side of the book.

Ginny's eyes flicked over to the right, expecting an illustration. Instead, there were seven words written in large fancy letters at the top:

If you read this, you are next.

As she wondered what these words meant, she was alarmed to see them start to glow. The letters began to move, growing and curling about the page as they glowed with an even brighter light. Entranced, Ginny watched as they continued to grow into long golden ribbons, wiggling about the page, growing brighter and brighter. Suddenly with a blinding flash, they leapt from the page and struck at Ginny.

Ginny jumped away from the book, throwing it on the floor, batting the gold ribbons away from her. They were about the width of her hand, but were quickly growing. More ribbons poured out from the book, slithering through the air towards her as they grew thicker. Ginny raised her wand, firing a deactivation spell at the book. The book absorbed it, the spell taking no effect. She tried a second, different spell, being just as effective as the previous. She shifted her focus to the ribbons which had now grown to be as thick as a leather belt.

"Reducto!" The red spell flashed from the tip of her wand, bouncing harmlessly off the ribbons.

One ribbon snapped at Ginny's ankle, wrapping itself tightly about her socked ankle. Ginny grunted, trying to kick it away. It curled itself about her ankle tightly, refusing to be kicked off. Another ribbon grabbed her wand hand about her wrist and twisted it tightly. Ginny cried out in surprise, dropping her wand as her wrist was twisted painfully. She reached down to grab her wand with her other hand, but another ribbon snapped to her other wrist. Ginny opened her mouth to cry out for help when a fourth ribbon snaked around behind her head and wrapped itself tightly about her head, gagging her tightly. Her cry was muffled by the ribbon that completely covered her mouth and chin. A final fifth ribbon leapt forward and grabbed Ginny's remaining ankle. All four of her extremities were pulled outwards into a spread eagle position as she was magically pinned to the floor of the library.

Ginny grunted and fought against the ribbons, the noise from her struggles magically silenced. The ribbons grew thicker and stronger the more she fought until she was extremely tightly pulled in the spread eagle position, unable to move an inch. At this point, more ribbons shot out from the book. Ginny screamed into her gag and pulled against the restraints, nothing audible leaving her mouth.

The next set of ribbons quietly hovered over her body, as if waiting for something. The ribbons slowly began to work their way towards her, wrapping around different garments of clothes. Ginny fought and cried out, unable to prevent the ribbons from slowly undressing her, taking individual pieces of clothing off her body. Ginny's face flamed the same red color as her hair, tousled on the floor around her head. Slowly and methodically, each piece of her clothing was removed. Her jacket was first, followed by her flannel shirt. Her skirt was pulled off, then each of her delicate black shoes. Her socks were next, leaving her stretched out on the floor clad in only her panties and bra. Ginny fought and cried, unable to move an inch. She watched in horror as two more ribbons descended upon her, removing the rest of her garments.

Ginny knew this was a horrifying curse. All she could think about was what all the other illustrations in the book represented and where they came from. Especially the single line at the end that read 'If you read this, you are next'. Were all of those illustrations other poor girls that had disappeared in the night, never to be seen again? Ginny redoubled her efforts in fear, now scared for her life.

More ribbons shot from the book. These were different, they were a grayish-black color and seemed much more akin to leather. Ginny's thoughts were confirmed as they touched her body, the cool scent of leather wafting to her nose. Ginny screamed a silent scream as the belts began to wrap themselves about her body. The golden ribbons holding her taut in the spread position suddenly shifted, forcing Ginny's arms behind her back. The black belts quickly wrapped about her arms and elbows, melding into one. In only a few moments, Ginny was restrained in a tight leather armbinder with more leather straps circling about her body. The gag remained in place as she cried and screamed into the gag, begging this not to happen.

Her legs were forced together by the golden ribbons while more leather belts snaked their way about her bare legs. They strapped Ginny's legs together, wrapping about her ankles, calves, knees and thighs. More and more belts made their way around her legs, leaving them swaddled in leather. The mass of leather grew up over her upper body, further mummifying her in leather. Ginny snorted through her nose, struggling and screaming into the gag, unable to prevent the magical bands from putting her into a merciless bondage.

Reaching her neck, the leather growth stopped. The wraps of leather all swiftly melded into one, tightly encasing Ginny in a leather bodybag, only her bare feet and head sticking out from either end. Her arms were painfully pulled back in the armbinder. Ginny groaned in pain as she felt the leather flex, pulling her arms further back until her elbows touched. The young witch twisted her body attempting to escape the suffocating bondage. The sack tightened itself about her, crushing her upper body. Ginny screamed into the gag, feeling her ribs groan and creak under the weight of the magic leather. Just as she thought she was going to burst, the sack stopped shrinking, leaving her snorting for breath through her nose, only able to take tiny breaths form the restrictive leather.

By this point, the golden bands had lifted themselves, only hovering above her, watching the show. With the leather completed, the ribbons descended upon Ginny. They tightly gripped her about her body and picked her up, the young witch twisting and turning as she gasped for breath. She screamed into her gag, any murmurs silenced magically, tears running down her cheeks as she saw herself being carried towards the book, realizing her fate. No matter how hard she fought against the bondage, she was inevitably lowered into the book. She felt herself growing smaller and smaller until she sat on top of the book, then in the book. She screamed and cried as she looked up and saw the cover of the book slowly close until all light was cut out, the book sealing shut like the stone of a tomb.

Tears ran down Ginny's face as she struggled against her bondage in the pitch black. Her arms were agonizingly pulled behind her back, making even the slightest movement of them painful. Her legs were bound extremely tightly, her bare feet sticking out the other end. Her upper body was heavily constricted making every breath an effort.

Suddenly, out of the dark, a leathery mass slammed into Ginny's head. She cried out into her gag, her voice no longer muted. She twisted and turned her body, trying to escape the mass. It was a leather hood, and it slowly forced it's way down over Ginny's head. She moaned into her gag as the hood took place, leather straps wrapping about her neck, securing it in place. She panicked as the hood began to shrink, compressing her head and face from all sides. Her mouth and nose were cut off by the hood, preventing her from being able to take a breath in. She fought, trying to breathe in as she tossed and fought in her mummified state. Just as she was about to black out, two tubes worked their way into her nostrils, giving her access to air. It was a painfully small amount of air, making Ginny work even harder to take a single shallow breath in. The hood tightened about her head, cutting off her sense of sound and sight even more effectively. Ginny gurgled into her gag as the belts about her neck tightened, forcing her neck up in a single position.

Tears pooled in Ginny's eyes, unable to flow due to how tight the hood was. Her drool pooled in her mouth, unable to swallow it from the tightness of the belts about her neck. She snorted for what little air she could through the tubes, straining her chest against the merciless mass of leather encircling her body.

Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, she felt a sensation near the bottom of her bare feet. She snorted in fear and the sensation transformed from unknown to painful, then excruciating. Blind and deaf, Ginny squealed, twisting her feet away from the unknown assailant. The pain glued itself to her bare feet, stimulating them more than Ginny had ever dreamed she could feel. She screamed and cried in pain as it got worse and worse until it changed. The sensation swapped to the feeling of a brush being scrubbed relentlessly against her dainty sole, tickling her. Ginny squealed again, struggling to inch away, unable to prevent her feet from receiving the merciless attack. The tickling eventually died away into a dull pain when the leather sack suddenly constricted again, tightening about her body.

In this way, Ginny would be kept 'entertained' for as long as she was a resident in the book. She had been transformed into another illustration, another victim of the curse, joining the dozens of other women trapped in the book. If someone had looked up her picture, she would have been an unrecognizable leather mummy, with only her soft bare feet poking out from one end, laying on the floor of a dark, infinite space. This picture was not looked upon by anyone until fifteen years later when another librarian opened the book in the dead of night, wondering why it had magically slid itself out an inch from the shelf.