This story takes place the summer after Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. It will be taking place during Ginny's Second year and the Dream Teams third. It will not be made to follow any of what happens in Prisoner of Azkaban, or any of the subsequent books. All Characters are courtesy of J.K. Rowling and are no creation or property of mine.
--Grand advice was given and taken and this chapter was edited.
" …and you shall be marked, eternally and always, charmed from the wild…."
She wondered for a moment, what her family would think if they were to see it. Her memories after awakening in the chamber were foggy at best, riding with Fawkes up back into Myrtles bathroom and making their way through the hallways and into the arms of the waiting teachers and parents. It wasn't until they had moved her into the infirmary for a checkup that Ginny even realized what was going on.
Questions were asked, concerns were voiced, and Ginny recalled staring out at her family, head of house, and Madame Pomfrey as they bustled around her. Try as she could Ginny couldn't really recall with any certainly what had happened before Harry and Ron had made their way into the Chamber to find her. Her mother tried to console her assuring her she was protecting herself by blocking out the memories, and Ginny accepted that.
Madame Pomfrey, having sensed all the people overwhelmed her shoved everyone out and gave Ginny a calming potion. As Ginny was looked her over for minor scrapes, Madame Pomfrey performing spell after spell checking to see if anything was wrong with her internally . As a precaution, Dumbledore had sent Professor Snape in to search through her mind and make sure nothing was missing.
After her few minor scrapes had been fixed Ginny had been declared well and suggested rest after such an ordeal, her family had paraded their way back into the infirmary and wrapped her back in their protective embrace, all Ginny had wanted was to be alone. Feeling as though something was wrong Ginny had excused herself to the loo, for a few moments of free time. Checking her reflection in the mirror she had noted the circles under her eyes and the sallow shade of her skin. Still nothing had been as alarming as when Ginny Weasley had pulled down her trousers to use the loo only to find the tattoo she now traced in her reflection.
Ginny Weasley, youngest and only girl of the Weasley family, Gryffindor, and pureblood witch had indeed been marked. What had less than a year ago been flawless skin was now marred with the painfully graceful and elegant emerald marking of a coiled serpent.