This is the rewrite of Change Me. It doesn't matter if you had read that, as this will follow a similar plot as I had planned for the original. If you did read it, this is the new one, and the one which will be updated. The other one has been overwritten by this one.
I was alone in my family. Youngest of seven, being the only girl made it lonely sometimes. It also made me want to be different and stand out enough to receive my parents approval. At least I had one thing in my favour, I was the only girl born in to the Weasley's in over 100 years.
Something inside of me snapped when I was younger, I felt left out continually being outshone by my elder brothers, Bill was the rebellious one, Charlie the brawn, Percy the brains, Fred and George the trouble makers, and Ron- the one who was part of the Golden Trio made up of himself, Granger and Potter. They all had redeeming qualities, I was just defined as "that Weasley girl."
I knew that I would never be a Gryffindor. I was different from my family. I could not always sympathise with their views, and I knew that from an early age. What I didn't know was that I'd be initiated into the inner circle of the Dark side, rising to the highest ranks rivalling Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy. Also what I didn't know was that I, gleefully, helped bring about the revolution of the Wizarding World. What the rest of the world did not know, was that whilst we were dark, we were not trying to bring about the demise of the wizarding world. We wanted to change it. We wanted to come out of hiding and be free to show our true colours, or so to speak.
The last thing I didn't know was that one day my named would be feared above all else, the name which brought fear and dismay to all which used it.
Ginevra Weasley.