The Dark Mark: Ginny Weasley's Story

   I suppose it all started in my first year. Before that, my family had protected me. Tom Riddle’s diary gave me my first taste of evil. After that I wanted more..I shocked myself. I actually wanted to work amongst the Slytherins, amongst the future Death Eaters.

   Oh, how I loved scaring the people of Hogwarts. I loved when they would jump at every little sound. When Harry got a hold of Tom’s diary, I panicked. I did not want everyone to know it was me doing everything; I was still a little girl, afraid of evil and what it was doing to me.

   I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m in my sixth year of Hogwarts and have been a future Death Eater for nearly three years, ever since I was a fourth year and approached Draco Malfoy.

   I remember that day so clearly. It was late, around eight o’ clock. I went towards the dungeons in search the older Slytherin. I found him leaving the Potions lab.

   “Draco,” I said, hurrying up to him. He looked at me in disgust.

   “Weasley, what are you doing here?”

   I looked up at him. “Draco, you know why I’m here. You knew in my first year that it was me doing the Muggle attacks. You knew I liked doing it. Now I’m here to join your side.”

   He looked at me with more interest than he had ever before. We talked for a while, then he agreed to owl his father and tell him of my wishes to be a Death Eater.

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   “Virginia Weasley.” Lucius Malfoy’s cold voice didn’t faze me. “My son has informed me of your wishes to become a future Death Eater.”

   We were in the Forbidden Forest, Lucius, Draco, and I, having what Lucius called “a Death Eater interview.”

   “Yes,” I replied firmly. “I am not who everyone thinks I am. I am a strong woman who glories and relishes in evil. Much of what has happened that wasn’t planned my the Slytherins was done by me.”

   Lucius turned to Draco. “Draco,” he barked.

   “Yes, Father?”

   “Is this the Virginia Weasley, the daughter of Arthur Weasley?”

   “Yes sir.”

   His cold eyes settled back upon me. He raised his eyebrow. “I wonder what dear old Arthur would think of his daughter if he could hear her now.”

   I stared back at him, making the most of my five foot three frame. “I do not care, sir,” I growled softly. “I hate everything to do with Muggles.”

   A slight smile came over his face. “Very well,” he said, eyes sweeping over me. “I will arrange a meeting with Master to initiate you.”

   I laughed, long and hard. “I will get Harry Potter for him,” I muttered. “He won’t suspect one thing from me. I am right in there and I will bring him to the Dark Lord.”

   Two weeks later I had the Dark Mark burned into my arm.

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   The plan to capture Harry Potter was very complicated, to take place over a long period of time. I attempted the plan the year before, but Harry was to engrossed in his new girlfriend, Cho, that he hardly noticed me.

   

   However, she had already graduated. She broke up with Harry, claiming he was a little too young for her and it would be hard to carry on the relationship anyway when he was at Hogwarts and she was practicing Quidditch(She had been signed to the Puddlemere United reserve team). He had been especially heartbroken while visiting us over the summer. I overheard him telling Ron that Cho had just gotten engaged to Oliver Wood. And thus, my plan was put into action.

   I comforted Harry, and he got to know me a lot better. Well, the outside, good girl me. He began to see me as more than just Ron’s sister, but as a friend. The first phase of the plan was complete.

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   It was a chilly October Saturday morning, and I put phase two into action. I found some useful spells in Teen Witch to get rid of blemishes and to make sure my hair stayed perfect. I was wearing a tight navy blue sweater that complimented my hair(which had darkened to a cinnamon color) and a light gray skirt. My hair was purposely messy and piled onto my head with several strands cascading down my face. I put ruby-red lipstick on as a final touch.

   My friends and I left for Hogsmeade, bundled up in warm, colorful cloaks. I had managed to get some money the year before, so my cloak was new, made of deep purple velvet. I noticed several heads turned as I passed and smirked to myself. Harry Potter wouldn’t know what hit him.

   I found Harry, my brother, and Hermione inside Zonko’s and approached them with a smile on my face. “Hey, guys.”

   “Hi Ginny,” Harry said absentmindedly, looking for something on the shelves.

   “Ginny, you look wonderful!” Hermione exclaimed, smiling at me. Although I was a servant of Lord Voldemort, I still managed a friendship with Hermione. She had Death Eater potential.

   Ron narrowed his eyes. “Why are you out in public dressed like that? Guys are going...they’re going to get ideas!” he fumed, face turning slightly red with anger.

   “I can take care of myself, Ron,” I snapped back.

   Finally Harry turned to look at me. His eyes, those emerald eyes I had lusted over in my first year, widened with shock as they swept over me. He swallowed, then turned back to the Levitating Sherbert Balls.

   I stepped next to Harry while Ron and Hermione were busy arguing about how I dressed. “Harry,” I whispered in his ear, “Lets go somewhere so Ron and Hermione can be alone. I just know they are itching to kiss each other. Ron’s my brother, I can tell, and Mione and I are very close. She tells me things.”

   He stared at me for a second, then nodded. “Come on, lets go look at the Shrieking Shack,” he said loudly enough for Ron and Hermione to hear, knowing perfectly well they both found the old, broken-down house to be very tedious.

   Ron turned to Harry, startled. “You know we don’t like the Shrieking Shack,” he replied, confused.

   I shrugged. “Fine. Me and Harry will go alone.”

   And so we left Hermione and Ron, who watched us leave in shock.

   “Ginny, I- er...wow...” Harry stammered as we walked. I stopped and turned to him.

 

   “What?” I asked demurely, even though I knew perfectly well.

   His face flushed, and I knew it wasn’t from the cold. “Well...you...you look great,” he replied, looking down.

   One point for Ginny, I thought.

   “Thanks Harry,” I blushed. “You look great, too. Why don’t we go get a Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?” I suggested.

   “Sure,” he nodded. “It's too cold to stay outside.”

   The Three Broomsticks was crowded and a bit noisy. I spotted Ron and Hermione sitting at a table together and nudged Harry. He smiled as he saw them and told me to find a table while he got the drinks.

   “Harry?” I asked a few minutes later, sipping my Butterbeer.

   “Yeah?”

   “How come you never noticed me before?”

   He blushed. “I guess I’ve only ever seen you as Ron’s little sister. You’ve really grown up,” he added earnestly.

   I smiled at him. “You know I never wanted anything more than to be your girlfriend, Harry. I lived in hope that one day you would say that to me.”

   “I know...and Ginny, ever since this summer...well...er...I’ve had......feelings for you...d’you maybe want...to be...I don’t know if you’re ready or anything..but...doyouwanttobemygirlfriend?”

   “Oh, yes, Harry, I’ve waited forever to hear that.”

   Inside, I was dancing. Harry Potter was mine, and I would soon be able to deliver him to my master.