Stars

When she had been a child and unable to sleep at night she had often gone outside and looked at the constellations. It had been a game Charlie had taught her, back in the days before he had gone off to Romania chasing dragons. As she had gotten older, the urge to run outdoors and start trying to recognize patterns in the night sky had diminished; but on sleepless nights like this one, sometimes Ginny felt like it was the only option available. If she were awake, there would be no dreams; no guilty conscience haunting her.

Ever since she had joined the Death Eaters, she had known it had been a mistake. Truthfully, she did it to be noticed. She had been dragged in by the power and attention it could have given her. She didn't know she would actually kill someone.

With this simple thought, a slideshow of pictures began reeling through her mind. A child, an infant, its sparkling green eyes shone up at her.

'Just like Harry's.'

The matted, yet curly brown hair on its head had a slight touch of auburn.

'Just like Hermione's.'

The child gurgled at her happily, glad that someone was there to play with it. The dark cloak clung to Ginny's body, her wand poised and aimed at the infant's heart. The sparkle that used to live in her brown eyes was no longer there. A cold, hard, steel-like presence remained in them. This was not the Ginny Weasley everyone had known.

'But this will be the Ginny Weasley everyone will know.'

No more hiding behind her brothers. No more running behind Harry, Hermione, and Ron. She was always the tag-along, always the odd one out. No more room in their little triangle of friendship, Ginny was just too little, too unimportant. Ginny was too afraid to play in the dangerous games the trio liked to play.

"Well," Ginny chuckled to herself sadistically, "not anymore."

A door burst open behind her, she whipped around, her wand still pointed in a ready position. In the doorway stood an older Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Hermione stood behind her husband, peering over his shoulder in an attempt to check on her daughter. She was afraid for her baby's life.

"Don't you dare touch my daughter. I swear I'll..." Harry threatened, his green eyes shining with fury.

'He really does look intimidating when he's angry. Too bad I'm going to have to finally rid the wizarding world of The Boy Who Lived.' Ginny thought to herself before opening her mouth to speak.

"Or what, Potter," she spat out the name furiously, "you'll hex me?" Ginny removed the hood of her cloak, and waved her wand, snatching away her opponents' chance of attacking. She held their two wands in her left hand, as she held her own in her right. She circled her prey, like a lioness on the hunt. "I'm afraid it's a bit late for a duel."

"Ginny?" Harry's eyes softened slightly. "Why are you doing this? Why do you want to hurt us?"

"Gin, we were your friends." Hermione said soothingly, trying to calm the obviously crazed Ginny down.

"Hah!" Ginny scoffed. "Friends? Friends? You were never my friends! I was always the extra in your little trio. No room for little Ginny. Well, my Master promised me my own place in his ranks. And I'm going to get that rank. Unfortunately, you'll have to die for my own well being. I'm going to be in the spotlight for once. Everyone is going to know my name. Ginny Weasley, the most feared Death Eater of all! Say goodbye to your precious daughter. I think you'll watch her die first."

"No!" Hermione yelled hysterically, shoving past Harry and placing herself in front of the crib. "Take me please, but don't hurt Tammy. Please, don't kill Tamara..." She sobbed, begging for a bargaining.

"Get out of the way, fool." Ginny's eyes widened, this wasn't going according to her plan.

"No. You're not going to hurt Tamara or Hermione. You're going to leave this house, and never come back." Harry said, joining Hermione's side in front of the crib, and Ginny hesitated.

In that moment the last bit of good had left her, and she let the bitterness take over her actions. She began chanting a curse in another language under her breath; it was more harmful than 'Avada Kedavra.'

"Dio grande del underworld, sacrifico l'alimentazione del nemico, presa poco disposto. Vuoti le loro vite, le loro anime, i loro sogni e la felicità . Conducali sul percorso ai cancelli del hell e dia loro la punizione del loro eternity." Ginny spoke maliciously. Sweat beads formed on her brow from the concentration it was taking to emanate such powerful and ancient magic from her small body. Finishing the curse with a final look at her victims, a great white light flashed, and the forms of Harry Potter and his family dropped to the floor, the life drained out of them.

As Ginny stared up at the stars once more, she realized how incredibly stupid she had been. Who was she kidding, getting attention from being a Death Eater? Now everyone was after her, even Voldemort and his followers. She had finally gained back her head after seeing the lifeless bodies of the best friends she had ever known. Now she had no one. She wept silently, alone in the forest, with only the stars around her.