A/N: Sorry to everyone that have read this last year, but I finally decided what to make with it and I am publishing it again (English still isn't my first language, sorry). It's not going to be big, but it's going to be fun. I think. Enjoy and leave some thoughts, ok?


They ran, they ran as fast as they could but it was not enough. The Death Eaters were catching up with them, and they're still far away from the damn exit of the Department of Mysteries.

How Ginny hated that place, it had been there were her first battle against the Death Eaters had happened, it was the place where Sirius Black had died and taken a part of Harry with him.

She and zero good memories about it.

Ginny wasn't able to run for much longer, her side was aching and her lungs were begging her to stop and breath, so that was what she did while watching her teammates disappear in the corner of the nearest shelf in the Hall of Prophecies as she pressed her back against the wood behind her, breathing hard.

How did they even get themselves in this mess? They worked for the Ministry! Their department was four floors above this! They had completely failed as Aurors, and she really hoped that she would not get fired because of someone else's stupid, horrible and dumb mistake.

While she was still, with her face as red as her hair, trying to catch her breath, she noticed the door across from her and suddenly she couldn't move her eyes away from it. It was kind of hidden away behind an old tapestry and it completely grabbed her attention, Ginny even stopped listening to the Death Eaters' screams that were fast approaching her position, because the most important thing for her, in that moment, was that door.

She crossed the short distance between them and grabbed the tapestry, pulling it away from the door. There wasn't anything special about the it, but for some reason, it called her, and Ginny wasn't able to resist its music. She opened the door and peeked inside, afraid to see something she shouldn't or find someone waiting to attack her, but the small room without windows was empty.

In the middle of the room a deep red coloured pillow rested atop a stone pedestal and resting on top of the pillow were two bracelets of a silver like material, reflecting the light that passed through the door behind her. Ginny walked towards them, calmly and almost hypnotized, her eyes fixed on them like the whole Universe only contained her, those two pieces of jewellery and nothing else.

She was almost touching one of them when she heard screams practically outside, not exactly near her position, but not as far as they should been for her safety, so Ginny simply grabbed the bracelets and run as fast as she could while putting them on her pocket.

After a while Ginny found her teammates, she was back to that horrible room with the Archway, an ominous presence that seemed to look down at them from its platform, its veil moving without any wind.

It was has disturbing has Ginny remembered it.

Running her eyes through the room she spotted Harry near the steps of the platform and her hearth stopped.

One of the first things Harry had done when he became an Auror was to research that archway, to understand how could Sirius disappear through it and never return. It turned out that it was a one-way path to the world of the dead, where anyone could just walk in and, well, die. Most of the times it wouldn't be some voluntarily suicide but a faceless murder, because the dead relatives of the unfortunate soul that walked to near to it would call to him, ask him to join them in the other side.

It was, for most people, something very hard to resist.

Ginny run to Harry and stopped in front of him, grabbing his head in between her hands and pulled him for a kiss. "Don't do something stupid..." She muttered against his lips, feeling relieved when he pulled her against him.

"I won't, don't worry." He answered before kissing her again.

Harry suddenly pushed her behind him and put an arm in front of her.

Ginny quickly understood way.

Lord Voldemort slowly walked from behind the Archway in all of his cadaveric glory, roaming the room with his horrible red eyes, grabbing part of the veil with his long white fingers, playing with death like it was nothing to worry about.

"We meet again Harry..." He greeted him in his emotionless voice.

"So we do." Answered Harry, stepping back to put some distance between them and their enemy.

"You're surrounded, tell me Harry, is this the day when you will finally die?" Asked Voldemort smiling cruelly at them, a question whose answer he already knew.

"No, today is not the day." Answered Harry with a coy smile in his lips. When he lifted his wand Ginny stepped back, away from him, not knowing she was going to do it for the last time in her life.

Harry fought Lord Voldemort the best he could, he used the most powerful spells and curses he knew, but it was not enough and he fell to the cold floor, dead, while Voldemort laugh, victorious, being applauded by his Death Eaters.

Time stopped for Ginny in that moment, she couldn't believe what her eyes saw, her heart was breaking, exploding in millions of pieces that left her empty inside. She run to Harry, not carrying about the Death Eaters or Voldemort himself, she threw herself over Harry's body and Apparated, feeling spells fly all around her the moment she disappeared.

She appeared right in the middle of The Burrow's kitchen, clinging to Harry's body, wishing she was dead as well, screaming, crying and cursing the world and all the gods she had ever heard of, she blamed them, but above all, she felt a hate like she never felt grew inside her against Voldemort.

She wished them all dead.

The day went on in a flash, her mother did not had the courage to make her release Harry's body, so she called the rest of her family, she called Harry's friends, and everyone waited for her to stop crying, to stop rocking his body against hers and caressing his hair.

When she eventually did, they took Harry back to the Ministry of Magic where Voldemort was waiting for it, patient, kind of comprehensive towards their need of say goodbye, since he intended to give the body to the Archway as a way of being sure Harry would never come back.

Ginny was there when they gave him the body, when he showed the world what he had done, that he had nothing else stopping his plans.

She didn't listen to his speech.

She didn't heard one word of what he said, of the promises he made about the future, and she ignored everyone around her.

She was to numb.

She had to expel her mother from her bedroom that night, Molly was afraid to leave her alone, but Ginny craved the loneliness of the night, she needed to start thinking about what happened.

Ginny dropped her cloak in the armchair and sat on the bed, feeling something punch against her leg, she took the bracelet off her pocket.

Looking through her other pockets for the second bracelet she gave up when she couldn't find it, but it was something so insignificant, she didn't give it a second thought. Ginny slide the bracelet up her hand and looked at it on her wrist, thinking that it felt more like iron then silver, twisting it around, it had a simple design, with no decorations or inscriptions.

She wished that life was as simple as this bracelet looked, everything would be so much better.

She let herself fall back in to the bed, not bothering to change her clothes, and pulled her blanket up curling in it, crying until sleep came to claim her.

Ginny's dreams that night were just a succession of nightmares, she saw Harry die over and over again, and she would wake up each time it happened, but at a certain point of the night, she stopped dreaming about Harry and started dreaming about Lord Voldemort, not quite him in fact, but the Horcrux in the diary.

She dreamed of the first time he had pulled her in to its pages.

He had told her that it would be just a memory he had saved there, that she would not be able to speak with him and he would not be able to even know she was there, so she would have to peer over his shoulder to look at the book he was reading in the memory and that he wanted to show her to help her with the Potions homework.

Her heart had almost stopped when the young Voldemort from the diary, Tom Riddle, had suddenly turned back to look at something behind her. She didn't know who he was back then, but she had been really impressed by his looks that first time she saw him.

She woke in that moment, feeling confused by what her subconscious had decided to show her, and suddenly feeling sick she run in to the bathroom down the hall.

Ginny only dreamt about Harry's death that first night, the ones after that were all full of her memories from her first year that she had buried in the deepest part of her mind and never looked back at.

All her dreams were about Tom Riddle, the Horcrux of the wizard that had killed the love of her life.

She was starting to be afraid of sleeping.

After the first week, Ginny asked her boss to go back to work, but he refused, he had told her that despite the fact that he understood her need to work and be busy as a way to cope with grief, the Ministry of Magic was not safe for her to return. Lord Voldemort was changing everything there and was now the temporary Minister of Magic, at least until he decided about what kind of government he was going to implement in long term. He had also asked about the Auror that had taken Harry's body, and they were trying to calm him down with that before telling him who she was.

Not having much to do with her free time, she started to understand why she dreamed about Tom Riddle, he had after all, almost killed her back in the Chamber, and now his other self, his older and snake alike self, had actually managed to kill part of her when he killed Harry, so this was her brain's way of dealing with it.

It made perfect sense, there was no other explanation for his constant presence.

What she didn't understood about her dreams, was why she was noticing things she had never seen before about him, that the things she remembered the most about those dreams were his looks. The way he walked, his smile, the way he looked at her with those blue eyes; she even dreamed about the way he had hold her close to him in when he had almost killed her and instead of feeling afraid, instead of being assaulted by the horror of having her soul sucked out of her body, all she could think about was the way his hands had pressed against her back and the feeling of his cheek against hers.

It was freaking her out, and she was slowly going mad. Even during the day, she passed more time thinking about him then grieving Harry, and it was making her feel like she was some kind of horrible person.

A monster.

By the end of the first month of Harry's death, she was authorized to go back to work. Lord Voldemort had left Lucius Malfoy in charge of the Ministry in his absence, and Lucius didn't care about the small Ginevra Weasley that had stolen Harry Potter's body from his Master's feet. Weeks went by, fast and horrible because since the Death Eaters were no longer the enemy and Lord Voldemort was in charge, the Aurors had to turn to their friends, to the ones that did not accept their new ruler.

To the everlasting resistance of the Order of the Phoenix.

The day Ginny decided she couldn't deal with hunting down her friends to send them to Azkaban, was the day Lord Voldemort returned, deciding to assume the command as some kind of absolutist king, but still using the title of Minister of Magic. She had been, with her hood up to cover her red hair, against the wall near the stage from where he had given his speech about the New Order. He had spoken at the Ministry's lobby, while the statues that symbolized the harmony between wizards and magical creatures were being taken down, the photos were a horrible sight to see when she looked at them the next day in the newspaper.

She didn't dare to look at him during the whole ordeal, she despised him too much, hated him too much and there was no amount of weird dreams that would ever change that.

Ginny started to walk away when he was done, her eyes grounded to the floor, when she felt the urge to look back. Voldemort was looking at her, frowning as much as his strange face allowed him to and titling his head to the side, curious, and Ginny couldn't look away, she hold her breath when he completely turn to look at her, absently hearing what one of his Death Eaters was saying to him.

Ginny only broke their gaze when she felt a burning sensation on her wrist, and whatever had happened in that moment, stopped, and she walked away, rubbing her skin and looking at the red mark her bracelet and left on her.

She thought nothing of it, not a single time, Ginny had a resignation letter to write, and no space in her mind to weird bracelets.

Another month went by and the dreams persisted, Tom was always present during her nights, Ginny even started to drink some tea made of special herds to prevent her of having dreams, but it was to no avail, he was still there. It got to a point where she was starting to wish he would be real and actually able to touch her, and those thoughts scared her more than the dreams alone.

Then, there was that morning when her life was turned upside down, she woke up earlier than usual and feeling like something huge was about to happen. She hurried with her shower, didn't eat her breakfast, and just stood by door to the garden, looking through the window and obsessively rolling the bracelet in her wrist. Waiting. Her family had tried to make her eat, to make her sit down with them at the table, but Ginny didn't move, when they asked what was going on with her she couldn't say what it was.

Her family was finishing breakfast when she suddenly opened the door and stopped on the doorframe, and they were completely shocked when a man put his arms around her and pulled her to a kiss, clinging to her like his life depended on it.

Ginny had been waiting all those days for him, and she didn't even know why. All she knew was that she needed to touch him, to feel his skin against hers, to have him in her arms and never let go.

She suddenly came in to her senses and gave several steps back, looking at him with such horror in her face when she looked back at her family, that she made everyone in the table behind her stand up.

He was older then in her dreams, he was dressed differently, his black clothes were too big and didn't fit as they should, but she could never mistake him for someone else, she had just kissed Tom Riddle, and that was impossible because the Horcrux had been destroyed and Lord Voldemort looked more like his snake Nagini then… this. Ginny felt her back hit the table and stopped, covering her mouth with her hands, not knowing what to say or even think, completely confused.

He waited for his Death Eaters to settle beside him to speak.

"Well… now that I've taken this out of my chest…" He said, with a deeper voice then she remembered, looking at her with an intensity she didn't expect to see on those icy blue eyes. "I would like to know exactly who you are and why I can't stop thinking about you." He said rubbing his wrist, calling her attention to the bracelet between his fingers, the one she had found in the Department of Mysteries and lost, the one that matched her own.

"I also hope you can explain to me, why I look like I'm 20 years since I certainly didn't go to sleep last night looking like this, and I can't find any reason for it to happen but your sudden imposing presence in my life." Said Lord Voldemort while running a hand through his black hair.