Author's note: Set in Ginny's second year. I'm totally disregarding all the books after, The Chamber of Secrets. If I didn't this story wouldn't work! I'm just enjoying using the characters. Review please! :D

Chapter 1

The Infection

I was running through the forest as fast as I could possibly go. My legs pumping furiously as I tried to run from the darkness. It surrounded me like mist. Every breath I took it seemed to penetrate my lungs. I was drowning in it. Drowning in darkness. Tears streamed down my face and I ran faster. I looked over my shoulder, nothing… But I could feel it gaining on me. I felt as if I had run for miles. I dropped to the forest floor, exhausted. I looked up at the forest canopy, knowing this was my last moments on earth. Then he was upon me. Tearing at my flesh. His teeth in my throat. My blood poured all over him. I felt his excitement pressed into my hip. This was it, the end.

"GINNY! Wake up! Oh please wake up!" Ron's voice carried among the trees.

No I want to lay here and die. Leave me be.

"Ron come on; let's get her to the castle. Don't worry Dumbledore can fix this. She will be ok!" Hermione tried to soothe Ron, in her most Molly-like voice.

Ginny felt a cloth stretcher lift her. As it started floating towards the castle she tried to open her eyes. She wanted to beg her brother to let her die. She was at peace, ready for death to embrace her. She wanted to leave all the pain and anguish behind. Harry's face loomed over her. He took her hand.

"Ginny, can you hear me? Blink twice if you can." He eyes pleaded for a response.

She blinked twice and watched him form the smallest of smiles. He looked at the others leading the way back through the forest. He wondered how long they had been walking. If there was still hope for his best friend's sister or if he was doomed to watch everyone he cared for die.

Ginny drifted back off. Her eyelids felt like lead and with each moment she felt peaceful oblivion reach out to her. She smiled like a cheshire cat closing in on its prey. Soon she would have no more worries, or so she hoped.

She awoke in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey fussing over her wounds. She felt like her body weighed a ton. She looked down at her torn, broken body. Her eyes filled with tears. Why did they save her? Why would they want her to be in this kind of pain?

"Are you awake, dear?" Her mother asked.

Ginny turned to look at her. She was much slimmer than before. Her robes swallowing her body.

"Yes, mum, I'm awake. Was anyone else hurt?" She asked. The last thing she wanted was someone else hurting for her.

"No dear everyone is fine. Don't you worry about anything except getting better. We all need you to get better. I love you so much, honey. I promise I won't leave you until you're well." Her mother moved closer to the bed and rubbed Ginny's forehead like she was an infant again.

"Sleep now my darling and when you wake next you'll feel better."

Somehow she doubted she'd feel better. She would heal but she would hurt inside forever. All the things she had done haunted her day and night. She felt as if she would never escape his torment.

The Dark Lord paced his study. Phase one of his plan was complete. He had cornered the girl and infected her with his fear and hate. Now he needed someone to get close to her. Not just in proximity, but personally.

The Malfoy boy could be useful. His pride would possibly get in the way though. Teenagers are often unpredictable and then there is the issue of them coming from different houses. We don't want to stir up suspicion. Perhaps Severus. Dumbledore would think he was being a good little double agent, looking after his enemy's victim. Yes he would order Severus to do it. Now where is that miserable creature?

"Kreacher!" Voldemort called to the elf. There was a pop that announced his arrival.

" Master?" The elf bowed, its nose brushing the polished floorboards.

"Tell Professor Snape that I want to see him at the Shrieking Shack in ten minutes. Also I will not forgive lateness."

"Yes master!" The elf disappeared with a pop.

Severus Snape anxiously awaited the arrival of The Dark Lord. A meeting like this was rare. Usually he was summoned by the burning of his dark mark. He sat in the darkness trying to relax and close his mind.

"Ah, Severus, my most loyal follower. I'm glad you're here. I have a job for you." Voldemort said as he stepped into the moonlight pouring through the window. He looked almost human again.

"I will do anything for you my lord." Severus said with a bow.

"Good, good. I want you seduce the young Weasley girl. I want her to confide her secrets in you. She is now my key to everything. Failure in this task will be punished by death. Do I make myself clear?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow looking into the mind of his follower.

"Yes my lord. I will do everything in my power to fulfill your wishes. The Weasley girl is currently in the hospital wing. I am sure I can make a few potions to help her recover and go from there." Severus replied, forcing a perverted smirk onto his face. He bowed again and when he looked up Voldemort was gone.

As he walked back to his office he tried to think of a way to accomplish his mission without harming Ginevra Weasley. She was so young and innocent. She was intelligent and beautiful. She didn't deserve all the bad things that were happening to her. The Chamber had changed her, she was more determined. He could see it in her work. It seemed as if she was trying to forget by drowning herself in knowledge. She no longer smiled or chatted with her friends. He knew because he never had to deduct points from her anymore.

He reached his office and grabbed all the potions he thought could help her. He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer before he made his way to Ginny, the girl he had to seduce. Wasn't he evil enough already?...