Yours Forever, Ginny.

Prologue.

Dear Journal,

I've never written in a real journal before - journal, not diary. Never diary - one where I could keep everything I feel locked up ... and know that no one else was reading them. Someone once told me it helped to just write everything down, maybe that's true, I don't know why I listened to them though, I hardly listen to anyone anymore. These pages are the only places I can let myself be free, free to be a child again, free to be carefree, like I used to be, before ...

I guess you could say it all started back with the diary, but that was only part of the beginning. It really begun when I started finding out that I didn't have to be some quiet little nothing that nobody knows anymore, I'm better then that. I think it started when I went overseas in my fourth year. For two years after that, I spent around various Magical schools in Europe, and let me tell you, it was the best experience of my life. There's only one school I really wanted to talk about now, I can talk about the rest later.

Durmstrang. They were right, the amount of Dark Art's knowledge that the students had there was amazing. No longer under the care of Igor Karkaroff as he had been found dead shortly following the Triwizard tournament back in my third year. Good riddance is all I can say. The school has done exemplary without him. The teachers were tough, and made you want to learn as much as you could. I've learnt more dark spells then the sevenths years would have learnt throughout their years at Hogwarts.

Ever since my first year, I've felt the changes happening within me. It's like my contact with Tom Riddle, though a memory, instilled something inside of me, or brought something out; my changes are not normal, not normal growing adolescent changes, but fierce, angry changes, full of darkness and hatred. My thirst for the Dark Arts has grown immensely, plaguing me, forcing me to spend much of my second and third year at Hogwarts in the library paging through book after book, usually stolen from the restricted section.

I try to fall asleep at night, but every night I dream of his face, that cruel, beautiful smile underneath his black hair and extraordinary dark eyes. He made me feel like I was worth something. It was then that I started to change, but not noticeably. Every night he comes to me in my dreams, making promises of love, and hope and happiness together ... and every night he kills me, lovingly ... and I let him.

This is why I had to get away. Being at Hogwarts suffocated me; I would have died if I had stayed there any longer. So when the exchange program arose, I jumped at it. One student out of my year would be chosen after careful consideration and examination (they had to be at the top of their form) to attend different Magical schools around Europe. I was already mostly at the top of my classes, but for those last months, I worked as hard as I could, and finally, my work was acknowledged. I had been chosen.

I had wanted to spend the majority of my time at Durmstrang obviously though, as it's reputation for Dark Art's was well-known, but my parents had not allowed it, they still thought me as a young, influential little child and therefore had only allowed me a short, yet useful six months there, before whisking me off to Beauxbatons. It hadn't mattered though. I'd learnt all I needed to. My thirst had periodically been quelled.

Now I'm searching for something, I don't know what, but I have a feeling it has something to do with him. I need to find him again, even though I know what he has become, I need to find him and make him truly open up this darkness that is inside me, this pent up anger that I need to get out. Only he can do it, he must. So I know what I must do. I am no longer a true Weasley; I haven't been for a long while. Now, it's time for me to start taking my life into my own hands and putting it together the way I want to. And if that means going over to the Dark Side, then so be it. I will stop at nothing.

Yours forever,

Ginny

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"Ronald Weasley, HURRY UP, do you WANT us to miss your sister's plane?" Molly Weasley hollered up the stairwell of their new home. The home wasn't new exactly, they'd been living in it for almost a year now ever since Arthur had managed a high-ranking promotion at the Ministry - he had become Deputy to the Minister of Magic himself.

"Alright, alright! Keep your pants on, I was just cleaning my teeth!" Ron replied, and flashed his mother a great toothy grin as if to emphasize his excuse. Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes and ushered him out of the front door, placing a locking charm on it with her wand before hurrying after him to the car that Mr. Weasley was waiting for them in.

"Where are we meeting Harry and Hermione?" Mr. Weasley asked Ron as he tapped his wand on the steering wheel, muttered a spell and waited for the car to drive.

"I've given them the details, Harry flooed to Hermione's and they're getting there together since she knows more about it then him ... knows more about it then us come to think of it," Ron chuckled.

"You'll have to remind me to close off his floo connection when he gets back tonight, Dumbledore won't be happy if I forget," Mr. Weasley said, making a mental note in his head. Though Cornelius Fudge was still the Minister of Magic, Arthur rarely took anything he said or did in a serious manner. The one man he did follow, and greatly respect, was Albus Dumbledore, as did most of the Wizarding Community.

Half an hour later, the three Weasley's arrived at the airport. The twins hadn't been able to make it as they had an important meeting for another potential sponsor. Their shop; 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' had taken off in an enormous way the year after they'd left Hogwarts, and they'd had sponsorship offers coming in every different direction, when the shop had become known all around Britain. They had 15 prospering chains of it, including one in Hogsmeade, where the twins both worked. Bill and Charlie as usual were in Egypt and Romania respectively, as it was extremely hard for them to make it back for short trips. Percy though, was still maniacally working his way to the top at the Ministry, and was currently handling Arthur's work as he'd taken the day off.

"Ron! RON!" Ron turned at the sound of his name, to see his two best friends running towards him, smiles adorning their faces. The three of them embraced in a huge hug, having not seen each other since school had let out for the summer.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said, giving them both a hug. Harry followed suite. At that moment, the loudspeaker sounded, informing them that the plane Ginny was arriving on, had arrived, and passengers would be exiting the terminal almost immediately. The five of them walked to the spoken gate, and waited as streams of passengers began walking through.

Ron, easily the tallest of the lot, craned his head over all the people he saw, but amazingly had not caught sight of Ginny. He turned to his mother, a frown on his face.

"Mum, I can't see her, are you sure we had the right pl-" he cut off immediately when the five found themselves standing in front of a stunningly beautiful young woman. Her sun-touched auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back in soft ringlets. Her skin was lightly tanned - the texture still porcelain-like - only pleasantly marred by a few sprinklings of freckles here and there. The little make-up she wore on her face brought out the long, darkness of her lashes, and her already rosy cheeks. She wore tight-fitted chocolate-coloured dragon-hide (or was it leather?) pants with high matching boots, and a tight, spaghetti-strapped black top accentuating her curvaceous figure. Around her wrists were black armbands and bracelets, on her neck a black choker, and the piercings in both ears, high and low, brought her to sharp attention. The Weasley's were none less than shocked.

"Ginny?"

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"Master Malfoy, your father requests your presence in his study immediately." Draco Malfoy looked up briefly to see their butler - a ghost who had been working for the Malfoy family for generations - exit through the door. He had just completed the potions essay that Professor Snape had assigned his class; a long, ghastly one on Veritaserum - an extremely dangerous and powerful truth potion - that had to be at least four feet long. It had taken Draco days to finish it, but accessing the information on it had not been hard, as the library his father kept was most - legally and illegally - extensive. He made his way downstairs to his father's private chambers. Draco knew why his father had called him, and had dressed appropriately. He wore long black slacks, and a black turtleneck sweater, as well as the velvet black robes his father had given him for his seventeenth birthday earlier that week, which had the Malfoy family crest embroidered in the top left hand corner.

Draco entered the study stealthily, something his father had been strict to teach him about, and cleared his throat. Lucius Malfoy turned to face him. With cool appraisal, he acknowledged his only son.

"Are you ready Draco?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. Draco nodded.

"Then we shall go." Draco watched as his father touched the mark on his left arm and muttered an incantation. He held out his other arm, and Draco made sure to hold on, as Malfoy Manor quickly spun out of view. When they landed, they were thrown onto a cold, hard floor on their hands and feet. Looking up, they found themselves kneeling before a throne. Aboard the lavishly decorated chair, sat a figure cloaked in heavy black robes. Mist seemed to emanate around him, as well as an icy sense of foreboding. His sharp red eyes glittered from underneath his hood.

"Ah ... Lucius, how kind of you to come. I see you have brought your son ... stand before me boy, and let me see you," the Dark Lord hissed. Draco got up onto his feet and stood in front of him, holding what he hoped, was a confident stance. Lord Voldemort breathed in slowly, and Draco felt as if the air and warmth had been sucked out of his body. He almost fell over, winded, but out of fear of his father, he forced himself to stay standing.

"You are a strong boy Draco, intelligent, and full of a darkness that could rival my own when I was your age. You are definitely part of the prophecy ... my part of the prophecy," the Dark Lord said after a few moments. Lucius and Draco both looked up at him questioningly.

"I have not told you, any of you about the prophecy yet," figures that they had failed to notice previously started to appear through the mist and circle the throne, all cloaked in the same heavy black robes, "it involves three. Each one of the beings stated in this prophecy have been described as an element, or a variation of an element. The first, my chosen heir, son of the most loyal ... ice. Second, my sworn enemy, son of the heir of good ... earth. And thirdly, the balance, a warrior that can turn to the dark as easily as the light, the daughter of virtue ... fire.

"Lucius, as my most loyal, it is obvious to me, that Draco is my chosen heir. I searched his soul, and came up with what I was looking for; ice. My sworn enemy ... only a fool would not know who that was; Harry Potter of course, son of James Potter, an heir of Gryffindor, who was the epitome of goodness. But this daughter of virtue ... I have been unable to discover, though I have searched for nearly two years ... Draco, I believe she is at Hogwarts. You must find her."

Lucius looked at his son sharply, as if challenging him to defy the orders of the Dark Lord. Instead, he replied softly, but firmly.

"Yes, my lord. I will find her."

************

The rest of the summer had been fairly hard for the Weasley's, as they had had to reacquaint themselves with the new Ginny, who did not like to be called Ginny anymore, but Virginia, or rather reluctantly, Gin.

Virginia Weasley had spent the last two years (which would have been her four and fifth year at Hogwarts) traveling and being schooled at the many different Wizarding/Witching schools around Europe. For the first half of her fourth year, she had been to two fairly unknown schools in Spain and Germany, respectively, the Holeña House of Witching - an all witch academy, and then to the Liêburfraúhn School of Magic. The second half of that year she spent at Durmstrang, which she grew accustomed to by the end of her time there. In her fifth year, she went only to the Beauxbaton's Academy in France, and now, was nearly fluent in French. She had made an extreme amount of friends whilst she had been away, more so then she ever had at Hogwarts, mostly in Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. This new popularity had increased her confidence and she was easily able to halt a room just by entering it now.

The two remaining Weasley's at Hogwarts had picked up all their supplies at Diagon Alley the day before, and were currently on their way to Kings Cross station. Ron had had a hard time dealing with his sister's newfound independence, and often slipped up her name when addressing her. When they arrived, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley helped their children with their trunks, but did not come through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾ with them.

"Goodbye Ron, Ginn-, er, Virginia, owl us when you get there alright? We'll miss you," the adults gave them both big hugs before letting them run through the barrier. Once inside, Virginia took out her wand. Ron looked over just before she cast her spell.

"Ginny! What are you doing? You can't use magic until you get to school! You're still underage you realize?" Ron reprimanded her. Gin turned to her brother, a menacing glare on her face.

"First of all, frère, it's Virginia, not Ginny. Secondly, I have been in France for the whole year, where you become of age at 16, and thirdly, don't tell me what to do. I'm not a child anymore pour le bien de bonté!" (For goodness sake!) And with that, she cast a lightening charm on her trunk and stalked off towards the train, oblivious to Ron's jaw, which was practically on the ground.

Virginia was also oblivious to the tall blonde boy that was staring after her in her wake. She had caught his attention the moment she had walked onto the platform, and until she had stalked off, he had had no idea who she was.

Draco was stunned. She was an absolute goddess; and she had a temper to match. The sound of her fluent French, rolling off her tongue was intriguing. Studying her as she walked away, he found her outfit to be controversial yet fashionable around both Muggle and Magical folk in Europe. She was wearing loose-fitting hipster army style pants, and a black boob tube on the top. The plentiful silver jewelry that encased her wrists, neck, and ears sparkled and she walked with confidence.

A Weasley Draco? A beautiful Weasley ... a Weasley nonetheless ... it would never work. He thought. He lifted his head defiantly.

I don't care. And stalked off himself.

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Virginia found a compartment to herself. After putting her luggage on the top shelf, she ended her lightening charm and she sat down. She was glad for her isolation, she welcomed it.

She opened the small leather carry bag that she had picked up in France and pulled out the letter that was folded neatly inside.

Dear Miss Weasley,

It is not a common occurrence that a student asks to be re-sorted; in fact, it has never been an occurrence, which is why there is no rule stating that it cannot happen. I ask you now to truly consider the feat you are asking, and ask yourself whether this is truly what you want. If this is the case, then come to my office as soon as you arrive at Hogwarts, before the Feast, and I shall have the sorting hat re-sort you.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster.

Virginia was just about to smile as she re-read her letter for the sixth time when the compartment door slid open. Draco Malfoy stepped in gracefully and regarded her.

"La bonne jeune fille de fête foraine d'après-midi, avez-vous des objections si j'assieds ici?" (Good afternoon fair maiden, do you mind if I sit here?)

"You speak French?" she asked, forgetting her composure.

"I mean ... Vous parlez Français?" she amended herself, looking up at him in surprise. Draco only nodded before snatching the letter out of her hand and reading it.

"Hey!" she cried indignantly.

"You're getting re-sorted?" Draco couldn't even think of something witty to say, he was in too much shock. Virginia stood up and took the letter back from him. At 5"7, she neared his 6"1, but not enough.

"As you have already read Mr. Malfoy, yes, I am being re-sorted," she said languidly, sitting down again. He stared down at her for a moment, scrutinizing her carefully.

"Why little Weasley? Big brave Gryffindor house not good enough for you any longer?" he asked mockingly, finally regaining his composure. Virginia stared up at him with a cool smile.

"No Draco. It's not." The shock of hearing his first name on her lips was enough to distract him from the compartment door opening again.

"MALFOY, what the hell are you doing in my sister's compartment?" Ron bellowed at the sight of the Slytherin boy. Harry and Hermione were behind him, glaring at him coldly, Harry, more so. Virginia rolled her eyes.

"We were talking Ron, is that a crime? Now get out," she said simply. Three pairs of eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. They had NEVER heard their little Ginny talk like that before. Draco was still facing the youngest Weasley. His eyes trailed down to the letter she was holding loosely in her hand, then to her brother, and then back to her. She shook her head slightly, something only Draco noticed.

"I'm not leaving unless Malfoy leaves too Ginny," Ron said petulantly. Virginia stood up in anger.

"For the last time Ron, it's Virginia, now GET OUT," she shrieked, pushing him towards the door. The trio stumbled out as Ron went crashing into the two behind him, and they stared up at the compartment door, as it slammed shut.

"I have obviously underestimated you little Weasley, you're not the person I thought you were." Draco announced. Virginia rolled her eyes.

"Did I say you could stay?" she said rudely, wanting some time alone. Draco narrowed his eyes angrily. He stalked the short distance over to her and bent over her, so that his face was an inch from hers. For the first time in a year, Virginia was breathless. Something about the way he had changed his demeanor so suddenly had sparked something inside of her, and she waited for him to speak, staring into his stormy gray eyes, shivering as she felt his hot breath on her skin.

"Don't piss me off little Weasley, or you'll be punished," he whispered before straightening up and stalking out. Virginia hardly heard his words. She was still backed up against her seat, struggling to breathe properly. He didn't hear the words she whispered after he'd left.

"I guess I'll be pissing you off then ..."

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Virginia made her way up to Dumbledore's office as soon as she got off the horseless carriage that had brought her from Hogsmeade station to Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall had given her the password when she'd arrived at the Entrance Hall - Professor Dumbledore had obviously filled her in as Virginia noticed the strange looks that her Transfiguration teacher had given her. After giving the password and entering Dumbledore's quarters, she made her way to the correct door, and knocked on it.

"Come in," a voice said, and she entered.

"Ah, Miss Weasley, I do hope you have considered what I wrote to you in your letter, have you not?" Dumbledore asked her kindly. Virginia nodded.

"I have Professor, and I would still like to be re-sorted," she said. Dumbledore nodded, and picked up the sorting hat, which he had already laid down on his desk. He gave it to her, and she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, before placing it on her head.

"MISS Weasley! What a pleasant surprise ... here to be re-sorted are you? Yes Dumbledore's told me all about it ... and I see ... hmm, isn't this a surprise ... oh yes, my dear girl, you are indeed no longer a Gryffindor."

At these words, Virginia's heart leapt.

"But where shall I place you now? Definitely not Hufflepuff, oh no, but that only leaves Ravenclaw ... and Slytherin ... hmm, you certainly have the brains to be a Ravenclaw ..."

As the Sorting Hat was making its decision, millions of thoughts were running through Virginia's head. Her time overseas, her fights with Ron and the rest of the Dream Team, her encounter with Draco Malfoy on the train. She felt as if the Hat was deliberately picking through her brain.

"Well, it's been decided then, the traits you have shown me here today are worthy to deem you a ___________!" (AN; you just wait you turn, you'll find out with the rest of the school!)

The last word was shouted out for Dumbledore to hear, and she took the hat off her head, returning it to him. Dumbledore seemed quite surprised at her re-sorting, but only congratulated her and told her to wait at the Gryffindor table, until he announced her new House to the rest of the school. She entered the Great Hall after everyone else receiving many curious and admiring looks as she sauntered down the table to an empty seat. Dumbledore entered shortly after her to the head of the room, where Professor McGonagall was waiting with the first years. He handed her the Sorting Hat, which she placed on the high stool.

"Welcome! Yes, welcome to a new year at Hogwarts, I hope you all had a wonderful summer break, and are ready to begin studying one more. Good luck to the Seventh years, as they will be taking their N.E.W.T's this year.

"This year, a student rejoins us after spending two years overseas. The first year she spent away, was in various Magical Schools around Europe, in Spain, Germany and Bulgaria. Indeed, she spent six months at the Durmstrang Institute." Gasps echoed throughout the hall. Wasn't Durmstrang known for the Dark Arts?

"Her second year was spent at the Beauxbatons Academy in France, where she learnt many things that the school had to offer, including, the ability to speak French. Welcome back Virginia." Dumbledore said, clapping. The rest of the hall broke into applause as well.

"This year, Virginia has been re-sorted into a new House, as she feels she has changed over her years away, and indeed, she was correct. If you'd like to come up here?" Aware of all eyes on her again, Virginia gathered up her robes and began walking up to the front of the hall.

"Ginny? What's going on?" Ron whispered harshly. She ignored him and continued up to the stage, smiling coolly at the excited chatter that was threatening to unleash.

"Slytherin House, please welcome Virginia Weasley, your newest member." There was a shocked silence after these words. The entire hall sat stone still, staring up at this girl, this girl who used to be a shy, quiet little nobody, this girl, always overshadowed by her six brothers, this girl, only ever known as 'Weasley's little sister', this girl, who had left Gryffindor, and become a Slytherin.

If she had looked behind her, she would have been aware of the look of utter shock that had taken hold of Professor Snape's face. Amidst the silence, came the sudden sound of clapping. It was singular, but it was clapping nonetheless. Virginia turned, with the rest of the occupants of the hall to see who it was.

It was Draco Malfoy. He stood, smirking up at her, clapping. The rest of Slytherin House seemed to come out of their reverie and began clapping as well, although their applause was mostly out of confusion. Virginia made her way over to the Slytherin table, much to the dismay of the rest of Gryffindor. She walked right up to Draco and mirrored his look. He swept his arms around gentlemanly, gesturing for her to sit next to him. Glancing over at Ron one last time, she smirked and took the seat next to him, just as she noticed that the emblem on her house robes had changed from red and gold, to green and silver. She glanced up at Draco again, smiling.

"Don't mind if I do."