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Summary: Lily and James Potter didn't die; in fact that Halloween night didn't happen. Tom Riddle is still at large and his right hand man is Harry Potter…a Hogwarts Slytherin student, who now faces a big dilemma…

Pairings: Major Harry/Ginny, very little Ron/Hermione

Dark Love

Prologue

The Burrow

Ginny Weasley sat on the bathroom floor, tears coursing down her cheeks. She pulled her knees to her chest. How was she going to tell Harry, should she tell Harry? Ginny cried even harder at the thought of Harry, the quiet Slytherin she had fallen in love with, only to have him break her heart. And now, now she was going to be a mother at the age of 15.

"Ginny? Ginny dear are you all right?" her mother's concerned voice floated through the door. Ginny sighed, it was time to tell her mother

"Yes Mum," she replied. Drying her tears, Ginny got to her feet and opened the door. "I have to talk to you," her voice shaking as she got ready to face her mother.

Godric's Hollow

"Harry Potter! Get in here this instant!" Harry groaned as his father's voice bombarded his peace and quiet. Slowly he rose and walked toward his house.

"What?" he said as he approached his father, who looked livid.

"I found this in your bedroom," James said, holding up a book emblazoned with the words The Dark Arts.

"It was a gift," said Harry, which was the truth, the Dark Lord had given it to him for his birthday a few years ago, but it had stayed well hidden until now.

"Dumbledore will hear of this, Harry," said his father, turning and walking away, book in hand. Harry gritted his teeth and climbed the stairs up to his room. He closed his eyes and flopped down on his bed. Ginny, he sighed, he couldn't get her out of his head. His Gryffindor girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, he corrected, 'you broke up with her stupid, but I had to,' he thought, 'she can't be in my life.' Tearing off his shirt, Harry touched the snake and skull tattoo, which circled his shoulder, and continued, down his right arm. This was his personal mark from Voldemort. Grimacing, he lie back down and fell into a fitful sleep.