(Authors Notes: Usual disclaimers: All characters and personalities are J.K Rowlings. )
Chapter 1:
Luna noticed it first. Ginny Weasley had gone to stay with Luna Lovegood for a couple of weeks over the summer holidays. At the beginning of the second week, Luna bounded in leapt on Ginny's bed. Ginny woke, giggling, until Luna stroked her hair, and said, "Ginny, your hair is getting darker." She pulled the strand around so Ginny could see it. It was unquestionably dark brown at the ends, shading up towards red in the middle. Ginny leapt out of bed and ran to a mirror. Still red on top, but brown all the way around the bottom.
"How did this happen?" Ginny asked. "Did you...?" Luna shook her head. "Well, what about your brothers, could they have?" Luna had two younger twin brothers, Orion and Charon who were always getting into mischief.
"I don't think so," Luna said, "maybe we should see Daddy?" Luna left so Ginny could get dressed.
As she showered, Ginny watched her hair in the mirror; it seemed to get darker by the second. "Must be a failed spell." She thought. That cemented in her mind that it must be the twin terrors' work.
She dried her hair and put it in a ponytail, trying to arrange it so the red was on the outside as much as possible, and then went downstairs.
Luna was already dressed and waiting and her father was standing by her, looking kindly at Ginny. "Come Young Weasley, let's see what those young rapscallions have been up to now." He took out a piece of testing paper and ran it over the dark part of hair. He frowned when nothing happened to the paper. "That's odd." he said, "It really should turn..." he ran it over the red part of her hair. The paper turned blue. "...blue. Hrm." He took out a new box. "Must be something wrong with those." He repeated the test with the new box and got the same results. "Ginny," he finally asked, "You don't charm your hair or anything?"
Ginny turned, pulling her hair out of his hands. "What are you saying? That my hair is charmed red! That's ridiculous!" She ran out of the house into the garden.
Luna and her father looked at each other for a moment. Finally her father said, "I'll contact the Weasleys. You find Ginny."
Ginny ran as fast as she could away from the house, "How dare they say I dye my hair." She thought furiously. She didn't notice the stick falling in front of her until she tripped on it, and felt the familiar rush of traveling by portkey. She closed her eyes. When she felt the world settle below her, she opened her eyes and stood up. She picked up the stick, wondering if it would take her back, but its magic was spent. She tossed it away.
She gradually became aware of the red eyes watching her. "I know who you are." She said, backing away from the robed figure with the burning scarlet eyes.
"But do you know who are you, Miranda, daughter of Lord Voldemort, great granddaughter of Marvolo Slytherin, heir of Slytherin?
"No, it can't be." She whispered.