Okay guys, be kind, this is my very first Fic that I have ever posted anywhere, ever. Please review, constructive criticism is always appreciated. Please, please, please no flames. If you don't like this, stop reading, I don't need to know if you think it sucks, only what I can do to make things better! If you see any grammar or spelling errors, please tell me, that sort of thing really tends to bug me.

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or anything involved with Harry Potter. Okay, now with that out of the way, lets start the show!

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Virginia always loved coming home for summer holiday. Of course she loved her school, it was her home too, but it was just different at the Burrow. Her family was here and she knew that whatever happened that they would always be there for her.

So, on her second day home, she awoke happy and refreshed in her small but comfortable room. She dressed, for once not bothering with her hair or to look into the mirror. She wanted to get breakfast before her brothers and Harry got all of the food. As she was bouncing down the stairs, she tripped and landed in a heap on the kitchen floor.

She laughed and looked up at her mother, "Sorry about that mummy. I guess I was a bit too enthusiastic about being home again."

"That's alright dear, but you might want to get breakfast quick, that was loud enough to wake even your brothers up." her mother responded, picking her daughter up off of the floor and setting her in front of a large plate of eggs, scrambled and fried, bacon, toast, kippers, sausage, two muffins, some mushrooms and a very large cup of pumpkin juice. Virginia looked up and grinned at her mother. Just as she was digging into her scrambled eggs, a troupe of sleeping looking red heads and one Potter came grumbling down the stairs. All of their faces and eyes seemed to clear at the smell of food. Seeing this, she began to shovel food into her mouth so that no one else could take it. By the time the boys had sat down and begun to inhale their own food, Virginia was done with hers.

She chugged down the last of her juice and let out a very loud, very unladylike belch. All movement in the room stopped. Everyone stared at her.

"Wow…"

"Holy shi-"

"Ronald Weasley!"

" Good one Gin!"

Blink…, blink.

Ginny smiled brightly and got up from the table. She was caught by the back of her shirt. It was he mother.

"Virginia Anne Weasley! What was that! " Mrs. Weasley shrieked.

"Excuse me?" Ginny said, trying not to laugh.

Mrs. Weasley let go of her , sighing exasperatedly. As she watched her daughter flounce back up the stairs, for a split second, it looked as if her hair were black. Mrs. Weasley turned to the boys to ask if they had seen it but they had all gone back to eating. Sighing, she chalked it up to odd lighting,

Up stairs, Ginny was in the process of getting ready to shower, She grabbed her towel, shampoo, cream rinse, and body wash. Stepping into the small bathroom, she shut and locked the door behind her. She pulled her hair out of the messy pony-tail and flung the rubber band across the room.

She undressed and started the shower, and smiled as she stepped under the hot spray. Grabbing a pouf, she began to scrub her skin with her watermelon scented body wash. Her skin had always had a natural tan to it, unlike her family, her skin was always golden. As she scrubbed, her skin seemed to become lighter and lighter until it took on the look of porcelain.

Ginny looked at her skin in awe. It seemed flawless. Not so much as a freckle marring it. Slightly confused, she picked up her shampoo and began washing her hair. As she began to rinse the suds from her hair, she screamed. The water running down was turning red. She screamed again as a strand of hair slipped onto her chest. Her normally blood red hair had turned to obsidian black. Now shaking from shock, she turned off the water and got out of the shower. She wiped the condensation off of the mirror and looked at her reflection. This time, she didn't simply scream, but five things happened at once. She screamed, the mirror shattered, a shout of Alohamorha was heard, the door burst open and Ron and Harry stumbled in.

"Ginny, are you alri- Hey! What have you done with Ginny!" Harry shouted as Ginny screamed for the third time in about five minutes and grabbed her towel.

"I am Ginny! I…, I don't know what happened, I washed off…" she sounded scared.

"Liar, Get out!" Ron seethed.

Ginny pushed past the boys and ran to her room. Quickly, she redressed. The boys, now joined by Mrs. Weasley, began to pound on the door. She sat down in a corner and began to cry. Another Alohamorha was sounded and the door burst open. Ginny let out a frightened squeak. Fred, George, Ron, Harry and Mrs. Weasley all stormed in.

"What have you done with my daughter? Where is she!" Mrs. Weasley screamed at the top of her lungs.

"But it's me! I am Ginny. I don't know what happened." Ginny answered in a sort of panicked sob.

"Don't you dare lie to me! You don't even sound like her. Get out! Get out of my home! I will be contacting Albus immediately!" Molly sounded a little on the hysterical side.

"There is no need for that Molly. I already know. Though you are right, she isn't you daughter. She is however, "Ginny"." Albus Dumbledore appeared in the doorway, apparently having apparated in from some unknown destination.

"What are you talking about Albus! That is not my Ginny over there" she pointed with a shaking finger at Ginny, who was now standing, staring wide eyed at all of them.

"Well, she really isn't Ginny per say but… It is very complicated. She was born Elizabeth Desdemona Virginia Delecourte. Your Virginia died when she was four. Both of the girls were in St. Mungo's , do you remember? You brought young Virginia there because she had come down with a serious fever. Elizabeth's real mother brought her there for the same reason, that was why they were in the same ward. Ms. Delecourte come to me and asked if I would keep her daughter safe. I told her that I would do my best to help her and her daughter." Dumbledore explained.

"Wait a moment, "Miss"? She wasn't married? Who was my father then?" Ginny, or rather , Beth asked, coming out of her shock.

"I think we should go down stairs for the rest of this story. Maybe have a cup of tea? " He ushered them all down into the kitchen where no tea was had. The Weasleys and Harry all seemed to avoid Beth.

"Who is my father and why did my mother need help?" she asked as they all sat down at the kitchen table, still littered with the remains of breakfast.

"What does it matter? My daughter died and you took her place! You aren't even family. Just the bastard daughter of some whore! Albus, when you are done telling us what happened, I don't ever want to see either of you again." Molly said this calmly, though the anger stood clearly out in her voice.

"Molly, please don't be like that. Virginia wanted Elizabeth to take her place. Even at four, she knew she would die and she didn't want you to have to go through all that. She over heard us one day, Ms. Delecourte and I, speaking of the danger that Elizabeth was I. Her father's family wanted her and Ms. Delecourte couldn't give her up to them. After, Ginny asked if there was a way they could switch places. She said, "Mr. Bumby , I know I'm not gonna see mommy or daddy again. I saw them crying last night. When I was asleep. I'm not getting better… tonight… I'm not going to wake up tomorrow. But Lizzie Beth is! If…, if she looked like me, and I looked like her, the bad people couldn't hurt her. And mommy and daddy wouldn't be sad. But you tell her mommy, so she don't cry Mr. Bumby!" And that is what happened. Ginny's grave stone reads ' Virginia Anne Weasley, Beloved daughter and Brave Friend. She gave everything for them.' She told me, before the spell was done, that while she slept forever, she would look after Elizabeth and make sure her father never would hurt her and she would help Beth with what she should do with her life." Dumbledore became silent and looked into Beth's eyes. She was crying quietly.

"I remember that… Gin Gin told me what was going to happen. She said no to tell anyone, or they would be sad. When I could still remember, I could see her… but she looked like I must have in the hospital. She was even in the Chamber with me… oh gods, Gin Gin…" a tear slipped down her face.

"You never said who her father was" Harry said, glaring lightly at Dumbledore.

"Ah, yes, her father. Well, you see, that's a bit of a problem. You see, her father is Thomas Riddle." there was silence. Even Beth stopped crying.

"My…, My father is the Dark Lord! But… but how! I'm 15, he was dead before I was born!" Beth looked frightened. She began to cry again, but the tears staining her face were now the same brown color her eyes once were. Here eyes were now jade green, rimmed with blood red.

"Beth was a year older than our Ginny." Molly said quietly.

"Exactly."

" Whether Ginny wanted this or not, I want her out of this house!" with that said, Molly got up and walked up stairs. There was a loud bang heard and she came back down, covered in dust and other debris. "Her room and things are gone. She is your responsibility now. I will not have the daughter of the dark lord living in my home in the place of my own." With that, she raised her wand and thrust the two of them out of the kitchen door.