She was branded, scarred by the darkest thing in the world. It had finally happened; she had become one of them, one of those who wore their black hoods proudly with their masks underneath and their long black robes. She was one of those who wanted pure bloods to rule above everyone else and one of those who wanted Lord Voldemort back to his full power and of course, no one knew but her fellow death eaters and the Lord himself.
The branding was the only pain that has ever been worth it for Ginny; nothing else had ever felt as good as that had. She looked down at her arm and looked at the new symbol that was burnt on to her flesh with a proud look on her face. The Death Eaters around her applauded her for finally realising which side is the better and stronger side, and Lord Voldemort himself put his arm around her and congratulated her also. She was one of his proudest victories.

"This girl is from the Weasley family, a family of pure wizard blood, but they choose to play with muggles and mudbloods and befriend them. Finally one of them has seen to the right side and she will help in the Great War to come, in many different ways."

Ginny left their meeting that night and Lucius took her home through Apparition as she was very far away from her home. He gave her a half smile and then Disapparated to wherever he was going. She walked across the fields and entered her home, making sure that the sleeves on her jacket were down. Ginny was proud of the mark that she had but if her parents found out, she would be chucked out and she knew that that would not be helpful to the Dark Lord at all, she knew that he needed her to stay in contact with them all constantly and easily therefore she could not risk it. From now on she would have to wear jackets all the time and long shirts. At school it would be okay as she wore robes but at home, it could be a bit more difficult.

It was difficult whenever the Dark Lord called them all, it was usually at ridiculous timing and it was hard work seeing as though she couldn't just fly a broom to wherever she needed to, there was a possibility that someone could notice and she couldn't apparate either so one of the Death Eaters, usually Lucius had to apparate a few fields down and she had to get to him as fast as possible. Thankfully there weren't a lot of times that this had to happen; it was only usually when big news had happened. She was constantly awaiting letters at all times of the day and night from the Dark Lord or Lucius saying that she was needed, there was a meeting or he coming to pick her up and she had to be ready. Ginny's mother was getting suspicious but Ginny had managed to cover herself up with many stories of her boyfriends writing to her and such.

When she got home that night, her family along with Harry and Hermione were sat around the small table in the kitchen; how they all fit she would never know. They were all talking about the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters.

"They'll get what's coming to them, they will" George said fiercely.

"It's like a one way ticket to hell, or death. Both really" Fred said to him.

"They're just sending themselves into certain death" Arthur replied to them both. They both nodded and Ginny sighed showing that she was home.

"Oh Ginny darling, I do wish you'd stop going out then coming back at ridiculous times of night, I do get worried, where do you even go?" Her mother, Molly, bustled over asking.

"I went for a walk; I like to go for walks okay?" Ginny replied harshly. She realised how harsh she sounded and looked around at the people at the table, they were all just staring at her except for Hermione who looked suspicious of her. Hermione was clever, she couldn't risk her finding her secret out or everything would be over for her and that couldn't happen, she couldn't risk being killed could she? Because her father was right, it was a ticket to certain death but if everything went right which the majority of the chance it will, then it will give them a one way ticket to glory.
Ginny realised that she needed to set everything back to normal and quickly.

"Sorry mum, just in a bit of mood, I'm going to go upstairs, continue your conversation" Ginny said as she started to walk up the stairs. She got up to her room and then heard a gentle knocking at the door. She knew that it was her mother or Hermione. She got up and answered the door and she was right, it was one of the two and it was Hermione.

"What the hell was that downstairs Ginny?" She asked straight away.

"Nothing, just in a mood you know" She replied.

"No it wasn't, what's going on? You haven't been normal for a few weeks now, I have noticed that you've changed a lot" Hermione told her.

"Yeah Hermione, it's called growing up, I'm sure that you've been through it too, shamefully none of my brother have been so they obviously don't notice or care." She replied in a angry tone.

"If you say so, but you can always talk to me Ginny, I don't mind" Hermione told her before turning back around and going back down the stairs to talk some more.

Ginny didn't like Hermione being suspicious of her, if it got too much she knew that Hermione would probably raise awareness to Harry and Ron. Ron wouldn't notice or care and Ginny knew that but Harry would, Harry would get obsessed with the whole deal and not leave her alone until he found out what was going on and she knew that for sure.