The Face of Evil

With the morning light Ginny awoke.

A gush of energy went through her. The dreary feeling and rot had been washed away from her mind and senses, she felt alive. Her body began to change; her femininity began to bloom far faster than it should have at her age.

A new confidence radiated from her, the veil of shyness lifted, her personality glowed.

Others around her felt the change and the difference; they could see the physical change.

As she passed through the corridors and went into the hall for breakfast, she got more than her usual share of admiring looks, quite many more.

There was something about the way she carried herself, which gave off an aura of seduction, desire as if she was beckoning to them. Yet, she still seemed fresh and innocent as if preserved and unsoiled in mind and body.

She gave a small smile to a Ravenclaw boy, which had the effect of a small heart attack.

Her red hair flaming she sat on the Gryffindor table right next to Harry, something she till date had not really dared.

Hermione had still not come down from the prefect dorms and thus Harry was alone.

'Hi Ginny,' said Harry.

Ginny whipped her hair back slowly and gave Harry one of her best smiles.

'Hi Harry,' she replied.

Harry looked up from his toast and stared at Ginny for the first time that day. He too was shocked; the change in her was remarkable.

'Em Ginny, what did you do to yourself?' he blurted unable to contain his surprise.

'Why, nothing Harry,' she said in a silky voice as she made small circles with her fingers on his thigh, while leaning in close.

Harry began to feel extremely uncomfortable; this was not something he could accept. The finger tips moving on his thigh had an immediate effect of arousing him. The guilt that resulted from this pushed him to action.

'I wonder where Hermione is?' he said getting up quickly. He excused himself from the table.

Harry quickly exited from the hall, his breathing quite faster than usual. What on earth had gotten into Ginny! She was almost seducing me!

Then he laughed. She was probably playing a joke or something; she couldn't still have that old crush on me...Could she?

He shook his head, unable to fathom this latest event. Hermione was coming down the stairs. To tell her or not to tell her, he debated.

'Good Morning,' said Harry smiling.

'What's special today Harry you usually don't stand at the staircases waiting for me?' said Hermione.

'Um, nothing, just missing you at the table,' said Harry deciding not to tell about Ginny's behaviour, what was to tell?

'Well let's go there then,' said Hermione taking his hand. Hermione felt quite flattered, the romantic side of Harry was still quite strong.

Ginny turned to see Harry and Hermione walking into together hand in hand.

A surge of jealously went through her, she clenched her fists under the table, willing herself not to lose control. She had felt a little envious before but this feeling of pure blinding hatred was something new, she was not prepared for it.

The strain was visible in her face for a second, Mordante, his real self not the illusion arrived just in time. It gladdened his heart.

'Good Morning everyone,' he said as he sat down.

'Good morning Ron' said Hermione as she sat down with Harry.

Hermione turned to look at Ginny, she was taken aback. Ginny's body had grown-up, she looked more mature in most places than even Hermione. Have I really not being paying attention to what's happening around me?

Ginny by now was calm.

'Hey Hermione,' she said, the greeting was warm and friendly.

The conversation proceeded as normal after that, Ginny received several more admiring looks, even from Slytherin table. Breakfast was soon over and general chit chat followed until the periods were to begin.

'Ladies and Gentlemen,' said Ginny addressing Hermione, Harry and Mordante, 'I need to speak to you in private.'

There was a slight glint in her eyes which made Harry and Hermione slightly nervous.

'Um, alright,' said Harry, the others also nodded and they headed for an empty classroom.

After they were all in and the door closed.

'So what is new on the Voldemort front?' asked Ginny.

She was using his name often now; it came as a surprise to all three. They looked in separate directions trying not to look at Ginny, not wanting to respond. Mordante for his part was vaguely trying to keep the act of the overprotective brother; he couldn't keep it up for long.

'Well?' she asked putting her hands to her hips.

'Um,' said Harry looking at Hermione.

'Er,' said Hermione looking at Mordante.

'Sure!' said Mordante, 'And while you are doing that, please fill me in too.'

Realising they were trapped, Harry and Hermione updated them. Ginny's eyes widened with fear and concern.

Harry, however forgetting that he had not told them about the part of Voldemort asking him to join, blurted it out with the rest. He felt worn out and tired.

'He asked you to join him?' Ginny asked shocked. Hermione was speechless; Harry had hidden this from her too. To Mordante it was no surprise, but he felt obligated to keep up the act.

'Holy Merlin's beard Harry!' said Mordante, 'mind telling me little details like that one!'

'Harry, you, you, never told me this' said Hermione a hurt whisper. Harry looked down, wishing that he had just kept quiet and let Hermione do the talking.

'His heir, who was he?' asked Mordante impatiently, enjoying the game.

Harry sighed; this was going to take sometime.

'I don't know, he was masked and his voice had been changed,' said Harry, thankful for the shift in subject.

Hermione squeezed his hand, and Harry smiled at her. The effect of this was great on Ginny, whose triumph at Hermione's lack of knowledge turned sour.

The Hallways of Hogwarts:

Ginny moved around trying to get a glimpse of Harry as she switched from class to class. Unfortunately she did not know his preoccupation with the mage training that had almost taken over his entire school life.

She had received a great shock at the increase in Voldemort's power and her worry for Harry had increased, as with her lust and desire.

It was becoming an obsession. Like a drug her entire mental and physical self yearned for him. Her mind free from all inhibitions she began to plan. Classes didn't matter, school didn't matter, nothing mattered.... only him, only him.

Warrior Training Room

Harry was undergoing another training session from Dumbledore.

Armed with sword and shield they circled like vultures each trying to stare down the other. From the corner of their eyes they searched for a weakness.

Dumbledore was the first to attack his swung his sword sending a flaming ball towards Harry. Harry deflected it with his shield towards Dumbledore who ducked to avoid his own weapon.

Harry smiled, Dumbledore smiled in reply.

Without warning Harry charged, thinking Dumbledore was off guard. The spell struck Dumbledore straight in the stomach. Harry paused for a moment to see its effect. There was none, and a second later the world went black.

'Harry, Harry,' a voice spoke softly as Harry Potter opened his eyes. Dumbledore was leaning over Harry his arm extended.

'Good you are awake,' said Dumbledore with his classical twinkle.

'Sir, what happened?' asked a disoriented Harry. He picked himself up without the aid of Dumbledore.

'You were over confident,' said Dumbledore simply, shrugging the fact that Harry did not take his hand.

'Why didn't my spell have any effect?' asked back Harry, dusting his robes.

'I threw the counter charm at it,' said Dumbledore, 'its time you learnt them.'

Harry groaned.

'Harry, you have not awakened yet completely,' said Dumbledore, 'once you do your power will increase greatly.'

'How do I awaken?' asked Harry frustrated.

'I am sorry Harry, I do not know the answer,' said Dumbledore. Secretly Dumbledore was afraid, it could take many years before Harry awakened, his father had taken long, too long.

Mordante's Chambers

Mordante was busy at work.

The potion he was concocting was a difficult and tedious task. He had a sedative nearby, if he accidentally spilt some on his skin despite the dragon hide gloves he would drink it immediately. This was not something he wanted to be the victim of. The effects were instantaneous and lethal.

He mused at the irony of it all. The perfect plan to kidnap Hermione could have only two holes, Dumbledore and Hermione herself.

Dumbledore's interference would destroy the entire plan, as Mordante's real self would be revealed and that would be a great loss to the cause.

Hermione as her initial accent was needed to take her out of the castle. The only way out was through the floo network, a part of which was installed in the Three Broom Sticks, the pub at Hogsmeade.

Security enhancements by Dumbledore had made it impossible to go through the normal methods, including flying and port keys.

But the potion would do the job effectively. Mordante had intended to use something like the imperious curse, but Hermione's will was strong, and the risk was too great. The method he was going to use was crueler, more painful, and more evil.

This method was simple and due to its unique nature, extremely discreet. The side effects were of course quite entertaining in themselves.

He added the last bat wing and the potion turned scarlet red.

'Scarlet,' he spoke aloud, 'how appropriate.'

The hallways of Hogwarts:

Hermione was attending her classes as normal. Her ability to concentrate though diminished by worry was still incredible.

Her O.W.L.'s were this year and she intended to break all the previous school records. This however required a monumental amount of study.

At times she did feel guilty as she though she was ignoring the threat of the Dark Lord, but she reasoned that a good education was one of the criteria to defeat his plans.

She knew she would be studying till late and had already informed Harry, and of course who ever else was present at the time.

'I will meet him later, for dinner,' she promised to herself, 'but now I shall study.'

She opened Advanced Transfiguration and began to read.

The Hallways of Hogwarts

Ginny became more and more frustrated, it was no longer about love and acceptance, but of fiery lust that had to be extinguished at satisfied. She was no longer in a proper frame of mind, her entire view of life changed. She sat on the floor, trying to plot her way into Harry Potter's mainstream life, she had lost him in front of Dumbledore's office.

She closed her eyes, bidding her mind to think. When suddenly the voice came back...

Virginia....

Virginia....

'Yes?' asked Ginny

Pick up the bottle...

'Which bottle?' asked Ginny as she opened her eyes to look around, her hand bumped across a small vial.

Use it...

'How?' she asked

I shall explain...

Dinner Time

The entire Hogwarts assembled for the grand dinner in the hall. The house tables were full of chatter and gossip.

The Gryffindors by this time had forgiven Ron Weasley as the heart rendering story of his romance spread and found acceptance.

Mordante now found a reverse situation; the Gryffindors especially the girls were pushing him towards Pansy.

Harry again found himself sitting between Ginny and Hermione. But Ginny kept her hands to herself. Much to the relief of Harry, who by this time, had dismissed the morning incident. He would regret it later.

Dinner being finished, Hermione kissed Harry good night. She had to study and he had to sleep in the Warrior Training room. He hinted if it was possible for them to do both, but Hermione cautioned the watchful eye of Dumbledore and Voldemort. Harry resigned himself to his fate.

Harry excused himself from the table and walked stealthily through the corridors to reach the entrance of the warrior training rooms.

There was hardly anyone in the hallways the time appropriate to slip past all. But there was a follower. A dark shadow with red hair tracked his every movement.

He reached the train centre and walked through the main hall. The shadows fleeing from the light always gave him a slight shiver.

He moved towards his new quarters and changed into night clothes. He washed his face and hands and lay down on the bed.

Suddenly a dim glow surrounded him; candles in their hundreds appeared and surrounded the bed.

A single figure approached him through the dark; he waited apprehensively for it to walk into the light, hand raised in case of any trouble.

He saw Ginny, clad in black lingerie contrasting against her smooth white skin, her long red hair flowing down her side.

The sight took his breath away; he was half lying down half raised on the bed.

'Ginny,' he croaked, gazing upon her body, which was much too mature for her age, but exceptional beautiful.

'Harry,' she purred in an innocent, but seductive voice.

The glow from the candle reflected off her skin, her hair and her eyes, giving her divine unearthly look. She took slow and meaningful steps forwards, enticing, offering, asking, demanding.

Harry was paralyzed as she approached, her beauty astounded him, and his mouth remained open, his mind trying to grasp the situation. It's was Ginny, but it was not her at the same time, his mind was caught in confusion.

Ginny walked closer and closer, as she reached his bedside she took out a red bottle.

'Harry, I need to speak to you,' she simply said.

She took a large mouthful of the fluid into her mouth.

Before Harry could react she kissed him deeply, using her tongue to force the liquid down his throat.

This incident had the effect of snapping Harry's mind into reality; he pushed her with all her might. She was sent flying on to the floor.

He realised his clothes had disappeared.

He made a move to cover him and curse Ginny with the full body bind. But strange warmth rushed through his body, emerging from his heart and being pumped till his finger tips.

A conflict started between his muscles, half tried to complete the actions against Ginny the others tried to stop.

Ginny got up and moved towards the struggling Harry. She ran a finger down his naked thigh and then up to his stomach.

It happened to them both at the same time, somewhere in their minds a dam burst. Their libidos went to an astronomical height driving them insane.

Harry lunged for Ginny and grabbed her around the waist. He kissed her deeply as he pulled her over him.

Ginny responded in kind.

Hermione's room

Hermione's roommate had gone to sleep, but as usual Hermione was up studying in her section.

But this time her head lay on her open book asleep.

Suddenly she got up. She was sweating profusely and her arms were cold and clammy. She immediately knew something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Perhaps Voldemort had invaded the castle, perhaps her family was in danger.

No, that was not possible, Hogwarts under attack would have awakened by now, and her family was well protected.

The answer came to her mind in a flash...

'Harry,' she breathed aloud.

Mordante's Chamber

The die had been cast, and the molten mental set in. The plan was going well. Now it was only left to the completion.

He rose from his seat.

'And so it begins,' he said as left the room; the mental projections to Hermione being complete.

Hallways of Hogwarts

Hermione ran through the corridors, attempting to reach Harry.

She had already wasted precious time trying to sneak into Harry's prefect dorm room, only to find and remember that he was in the warrior training room.

She ran towards the door to Dumbledore's office and started screaming passwords.

The Warrior training room

Ginny was moaning in sheer pleasure of the moment. But their lust was insatiable, kisses turned to nibbles and nibbles to bites. As they sought freedom and relief from the insane desire thrust upon them.

The hallways of Hogwarts

Mordante broke into a run.

'I must arrive there in time,' he said between breaths. 'A second too late and it will all be over.'

The warrior training room

Hermione rushed through the initial hall, unable to find the door to Harry's room in the dark.

'Lumos!' she cried and her wand lit up showing her the way.

She saw a dim glow reaching out from the depths of the door. Hermione rushed through the open door.

The sight that greeted her stooped her in her tracks. A scream rose up from her throat, but it came out as a small gasp.

The sound was enough; Ginny looked from what she was doing. The recognition threw Hermione completely off.

Ginny smiled a toothed evil smile and continued.

'Harry...' said Hermione her arm stretched out reaching.

Harry hearing his name looked back at her, his face a carved with bliss and pleasure. He winked and looked away.

Hermione stood there, her feet would not move and her mind would not let her stay. Finally, in a tearful rage she ran from the room.

Her destination unknown, she just ran and ran. Flying through the corridors of Hogwarts not caring for the caretaker or his roaming cat, she crashed into Mordante, to be specific, Mordante's embrace.

'Hermione!' exclaimed the surprised Mordante, 'what are you doing here?'

Hermione looked up into the kind and gentle face of Ron Weasley.

'You, you are crying!' said Mordante, 'what happened?'

Hermione was choking. Mordante tried to soothe her down.

In bits of crying and cracked voice she narrated the incident to Ron, not realising the impact of Ginny.

Mordante roared with anger and disgust.

'My sister!' he shouted.

He seemed to forget Hermione and charged towards the training room, only to realize that he knew not where.

'Where are they!?!' he shook her shoulders, 'where are they?'

Hermione was scared, looking into the face of angry Ron, twisted and curled. But then the sorrow in her turned to anger, anger for vengeance.

'Follow me!' she said and ran towards the Training Centre.

Mordante rushed behind her.

But they were unable to enter it. A strong force prevented them to enter the door beyond Dumbledore's office.

'No!' shouted Mordante.

Hermione and he started hurling curses at the door. But to no avail.

Fifteen minutes later they collapsed onto the ground. The rage temporarily extinguished by exhaustion.

'I need a drink,' said Mordante, 'will you join me?'

Hermione stared at him, Ron Weasley her true admirer; the faithful Ron, who had waited for her until the last moment, until he could wait not more, not the treacherous Harry Potter.

Her decisions began to change, so Harry cheats on me. I will show him, I will.

'Of course Ron,' she said.

They both rose and headed out.

'Where are we going?' she asked, 'the kitchens?'

'No, we need a real drink, the three broom sticks,' he said.

Hermione didn't even flinch, 'let's go then,' she said.

They took the secret passage behind the statue which they had located in the third year.

Slowly they made their way through the tunnel and out the door.

Mordante helped Hermione rise out from the trap door.

Hermione climbed out.

'Watch out RON!' she shouted.

Mordante turned around to see six figures in black.

A spell later he was down, unconscious on the floor.

Hermione took out her wand in a flash, but was assaulted from behind. She fell down in a heap.

Mordante got up.

'Well done men. Victory is ours!' he raised his fist to the air.

The men followed suit.

'Go now!' he instructed.

They bowed, kissed his hand and went through the fire. Hermione was tied gagged and taken along.

'Victory,' he said and he began to laugh, a cold cruel laugh.

Hogwarts:

It was another beautiful morning at the castle.

The students rose from their dreams and nightmares to continue and deal with a new day.

In the warrior training room, one person rose early.

Harry Potter opened his eyes to the light of a new day. He fumbled for his spectacles, as usual forgetting he had been cured thanks to the linkage of magic and health in his body.

Instead his hand lay on the shoulder of someone sleeping right next to him.

Astonished and with trembling body he turned to see who it was.

The face and body of a nude Ginny stared back at him. She let out a little grumble and turned.

Harry was left in a state of shock. His mind had not the knowledge of how to react. His eyes viewed her body; he noticed the bite marks here and there.

He looked at himself for a moment, lipstick marks, bites and more were all over his body.

His mind then went into a dissociated state. Unable to grasp the current situation, it turned on to an automatic mode.

He found and wore some robes. He headed to the bathroom and washed his face, more than once.

While re-entering the room he prayed it all be a dream, a hallucination of the morning hours creating by his imaginative mind.

But he was again confronted with the now all too familiar sight. The truth then hit him.

'I slept with Ginny,' he spoke it aloud.

Just then Ginny opened one eye and peered out at the world. Seeing Harry she smiled and stretched, not caring of her current state.

'Good morning lover,' she said with a spring in her voice.

Harry turned red with embarrassment and looked away, with his back to Ginny he spoke.

'Ginny! What happened? I don't remember a thing!' said Harry nervously.

'Let me remind you...' she said, 'I came to you, you grabbed me and we had mad blissful sex.'

'Ginny, I don't remember anything!' exclaimed Harry

Ginny quickly muttered a spell underneath her breath.

Harry saw it coming a second before it hit him. Suddenly the events of the night flashed through his brain, like a poorly projected movie.

When it came to part of Hermione's entrance his stomach fell to the floor. He could not grasp what came over him. Why did he react to Ginny that way? Why did he start to have sex with her? What happened?

He collapsed onto the floor.

Unknown location

Hermione opened her eyes and groaned. Her body hurt all over.

She slowly rose from her awkward sleeping position, only to hit her head on the bars. Sleep immediately left her and she looked around.

When she caught sight of the bars that surrounded her, she remembered what had happened.

Orienting herself she found that she was in a large bird cage which was hung from the ceiling. Bellow her was poorly lit and she could not see the floor.

'I wonder how high I am,' she thought aloud.

Then she remembered Harry.

Warrior Training Room

Harry woke up to find himself in Ginny's lap. She was looking down on him concerned.

'You're still here?' he asked.

'Of course my love,' answered Ginny.

'This is all a mistake!' he exclaimed getting up.

Ginny was still on the floor, but now wearing some robes.

'It's not a mistake,' replied Ginny, 'I love you and you love me.'

'No!' said Harry, 'I love HERMIONE!'

'The time we spent last night together,' said Ginny breathlessly, 'you made love to me Harry.'

'I was not in my mind then,' he replied.

'You were in your mind, as was I,' she said getting up, 'you love me.'

'No, I love Hermione,' said Harry.

'You love me or you wouldn't have ignored her last night,' she said approaching.

'I was not in my senses!' he said again, reeling back.

'You love me!' she exclaimed kissing him once more.

Harry pushed her away and she fell onto the ground.

'GET THIS THROUGH YOUR HEAD! I LOVE HERMIONE! I LOVE HERMIONE! I DO NOT LOVE YOU!' Harry screamed at her in exasperation.

'No, no, you can't mean that,' she said from the floor, 'you can't.'

'I can and I do!' he shouted.

'But, I love you,' she said through battered breath

'I'm sorry Ginny, I liked you always, you were a sister to me,' said Harry.

Ginny started crying.

'I love you!' she sobbed, 'do you know what it's like to love someone Harry. To love them so much that you would kill the world and yourself for them. I love you.'

'Ginny, try to understand my position, I never looked at you that way,' said Harry

'Look at me now then Harry! Look,' she cried, 'do you know what it's like to give and give. Pour your heart again and again. A small world, a slight affection, a span of attention anything would have meant the world to me. The world! Tell me Harry, tell me please ever once, for a moment, for a fraction of a second did you ever love me?'

'No Ginny, I, I didn't, not in that way,' he stammered.

Ginny took a deep breath which sounded as if she was suffocating. She caught her head in her hands. She then moved her hands back and forth through her hair, her breathing laboured and hard, she was still on the ground.

'He doesn't love me,' she whispered, 'he doesn't love me'

She started turning her head right and left.

'He doesn't love me,' she whispered again, 'he, he never did love me.'

She suddenly burst into tears and grabbed Harry's feet.

'WHY!!!!! WHY!!!!' she screamed, 'I LOVED YOU! I LOVED YOU! I WOULD DIE FOR YOU HARRY! WHY HARRY WHY!'

She started sobbing on to his feet.

Harry was badly shaken. He had no idea what to do. He obeyed his first instinct and ran from the scene. She needs to be alone he reasoned, to sort things out. She'll come to her senses and then she'll leave.

He ran through the hallways and towards the lake. Exhausted he collapsed behind some bushes.

Training Room

Ginny was on the floor her arms around her knees rocking back a forth.

'He doesn't love me, he doesn't love me,' she said aloud, 'I loved, but he doesn't love me.'

A figure walked in, and tapped Ginny's shoulder.

Ginny turned around to face Harry. She stood and looked at him.

'I'm sorry, Ginny,' said Harry, 'I was just a little confused, I love you Ginny.'

'You, you love me?' asked Ginny.

'Of course, I always have' replied Harry.

Crucio...

Unknown Location

Hermione had cried until the tears would no longer come. She was emotionally drained at Harry's deceit and betrayal.

Darkness surrounded her and she could only feel around to observe the cage that held her.

Suddenly, a blinding flash went through the room as torches on the wall lit up. She was in some sort of throne room, hanging from the centre of the ceiling.

She was dangling at least ten meters from the hard rock ground below.

The door burst open and a single figure in black was followed in by a group of four death eater escorts. The figure in black looked up at her.

She expected to see the horrific face of Voldemort as described to her by Harry, but instead she saw a face composed of shadowy wind.

A smile crossed the lips of the figure. A gesture of the hand later the death eaters left closing the door behind them

'Good morning Hermione Granger,' said Mordante in a pleasant morphed voice.

Hermione was at first too scared to reply, but she gradually built up her courage.

'Who are you?' she asked trembling

'The one you and your friends have sought to find all year, I am the Heir of Lord Voldemort, you can address me as Lord Mordante,' he said in a simple monotone.

'What have you done with Ron!' she exclaimed realizing that he too had been taken.

'Young Master Weasley is secure in another part of this castle. We wouldn't want collective planning now would we,' he said in an admonishing tone which sounded more comforting than vexing.

Hermione slowly began to relax; this was not the barbaric monster she had envisaged but a civilized monster, one that could be reasoned with, at least to a certain extent.

'Why have you kidnapped us?' she ventured.

'That my dear is a question best left unanswered, undoubtedly in your heart you know why,' said Mordante as he sat down on the throne.

'What to do you intend to do with us?' she asked trying a different approach.

'To be quite frank I have quite not decided yet, my father would want to kill you he would gain much satisfaction of it, but I don't believe in quick deaths,' he replied, 'oh and in case you think of escaping.'

Crucio...

The curse hit her when she was most unprepared. The pain that rushed through her forced her on to her knees screaming. The bars rattled as her body in its fits and jerks hammered against the borders of her entrapment. The five seconds that it lasted for seemed an eternity to her.

'That was a few seconds, imagine a time greater,' said Mordante

Hermione however could not imagine.