I hear his voice still, a hissing whisper in my ear, telling me of what I am and what I can become. Yet it has been six years since I last was under his control. I act of my own volition now. If I had been plagued by only these whispers perhaps I could have ignored him. However, there are the dreams, horrible, nightmarish, and oh so alluring. HE is alluring though I have yet to figure out exactly why. Merlin knows he shouldn't be, least of all to someone like me. Someone who has suffered directly because of his ambitions, his actions. It is because of him that I have lost my light and betrayed all those I once loved. Now I love only him and that's just how he wants it.

Soon I will be the downfall of the Wizarding world and soon we will be the rise of a new world order. Do I wish I could go back? I suppose that once a long while ago I did but that feeling has all but vanished. The promise of what will be is a strong motivator and one can always rationalise to oneself. Indeed it may be the only way I survive these days. I fear that if my thoughts were to turn for even the briefest time to what I have truly done, I would go mad. If I am not mad already.

Besides, it is too late to turn back. The Dark Lord has every bit of information I have been able to gather about the Order's plans and Harry's plans. I made up my mind and I will see my decision through to our victorious end. I will be by his side for eternity ruling the world. The fate of my former friends and family is sealed. And I, Ginevra Molly Weasley, don't regret a thing.