Darkened Days

August 15, 2003

Life has never been an easy thing for me. I have never even been dealt the good hand at school. No matter how hard I ever tried, I was just the poor girl who had nothing to offer. My own brothers wouldn't try to ask me how things were. I think that was one of the reasons I tried so hard to be noticed.

Now no one will ever be able to say, "There goes that poor Weasley girl." No, now they will say, "There's Ginny Weasley, the one Voldemort took in."

Yes, that's right. I'm a minion of Voldemort and a damn good one at that. Top of the Death Eater society. Well, I was.

Forever I have dreamed of the day Harry would notice me. That day never came. Not until I was on a mission to kill a benefactor in the downfall of the Dark Society. Harry himself was on a similar mission, to kill the Death Eater after his charge. It must have been quite a shock when he pulled the hood from my face.

Unlike many, I was not in a trance. Voldemort had not used a curse on me. I was willingly a part of the Dark Society, and Harry could tell. All he could do was stare into my cold and hateful eyes, but that was all seven years ago...

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My cloak was fastened tightly around my shoulders, my wand in perfect position and aimed at the foolish man. My laugh became cold and harsh... almost dead. "You've defied Voldemort for the final time Fudge," I said in a harsh whisper. Sweat beads dripped down his forehead as he looked toward my wand.

"P-please don't," he said nearly wailing with fear. This only made my hidden smirk more apparent under the shadow of my hood. This man who had nearly torn my family apart, this man who defied my master was now going to die. "I-I can give you what ever you want!"

My eyes must have flashed with anger because he took a step backwards. "What I want..." I said keeping my wand in the same position as I turned to face him and slowly started to circle him like a lioness on her prey. "What I want is for you to die." My voice, since graduation, had become cold and menacing. My smirk increased even more. Won't Tom be proud? I thought to myself as the door to Fudge's office was thrown open; Where to my surprise, Harry burst in reverently, to be the hero knight like he had once been to me.

His eyes were still bright green and his scar still shown under that unruly black hair. That black hair I longed to run my fingers through at school. For a moment I froze, I didn't know what to do. With expert ease he took the wand from my hand pulling me from my trance.

"Potter!" I said cursing under my breath as he held his wand up to me and cast Imobulous. He had become handsome, quite more rugged since the time he had been in Hogwarts.

Harry must have heard the familiar tone in my voice because he looked stunned and took a few steps towards me. I tried to turn my head so he would not pull the hood from my face, but was unsuccessful.

"Are you alright Fudge?" Harry asked taking his eyes from my frozen body and casting them on the Minister of Magic.

Fudge looked down at me with his own version of a menacing smile. I found his humorous and let out a true laugh. Not my cold and satanic laugh, but one I had used when telling jokes with old friends, like Neville Longbottom. Cold realization washed over me. Neville Longbottom was dead... perhaps I had murdered him? I was suddenly pulled from my trance as Harry pulled the hood from my face and turned pale.

"Ginny?" He looked as if he had seen a ghost, which maybe he had, for I was supposed to be dead. Buried next to my brother Percy. Oh Percy, how I missed him. He had been so horridly proper, that was until we would play games.

I downcast my eyes. His green ones were so sad, so shocked I could not look at them anymore. He was searching for some reason why I had done this. Perhaps he was hoping I was under Tom's control, even though he knew I wasn't.

"How could you!" he shouted, causing me to flinch. "I can only imagine all the horrible things you've done!" He had pulled me from the floor and shoved me into a chair with brute force. Of course this hadn't hurt, not with the training I had after graduation. It took me six months not to feel pain anymore. Here I was, nineteen and not even flitching as my vertebrae hit the hard back of a chair.

I smiled up at this once gentle boy. It must have shocked him; fore he also took a step back, looking amazing at what he'd just done. But now was my chance.

"This will be your down fall Harry," I said in my low harsh voice before I managed to apparate back to the DS Headquarters.

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"DAMN IT!" I screamed as I pulled the dark cloak from my body and threw it against the wall of my room. "Damn you Harry Potter!"

"Weasley?" I froze, my eyes flashed with the fear I would soon experience. That cold voice, harsher and more deadly then mine, "Did you kill him?"

I turned, placed a knee to the ground and bowed my head. "No master, I did not." The pain that appeared around me was unbearable. I screamed as my body hit the stone floor of my private chambers. I could feel the dark mark on my arm pulsate with his anger.

"Let this be your lesson Weasley. I do not take kindly to failure. Ask young Malfoy." Tom's voice was low and threatening as if he was talking in my ear. The pain stopped and left me motionless on the filth of the stone.

Tom's footsteps echoed loudly across the floor and soon vanished at the barrier from my door. I'm not sure how long I lied there until I felt warm hands creep under my body and place me gently on my bed. I couldn't tell who it was. It was most likely Draco, Tom's way of teasing my curiosity. I had been too far-gone to even open my eyes.

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