Hey guys, Raven here, alive, walking, talking, and writing. Sorry it took so long to post, but I had first been taking a break from writing, and then I was on a two week vacation down to the Caribbean. That said, I'm back now, and with a new story for you. Read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This fic is starting when the Ministry Six visit the Department of Mysteries.
Chapter 1: Treason
Harry, Luna, Ron, Neville, Hermione and Ginny, with Ginny at the rear, were walking through the dusty hall with the orbs, checking the numbers on the shelves, until they reached row ninety-six, where Sirius was supposed to be. Instead, they found one of the glowing orbs on the shelf. The orb had Harry's name on it.
"What the Hell? Why is my name on this thing?" Ginny shifted slightly, while Hermione spoke up.
"I don't know Harry, but you probably shouldn't touch it."
"It has m name on it Hermione."
"Harry, don't be an idiot. If Voldemort gave you a vial of poison that had your name on it, would you drink it?"
"It's not poison Hermione." With that stellar comeback, Harry reached over and picked up the orb, the slight inner glow lighting up some more.
"Good job Harry", a familiar voice said, and Harry, Luna, Ron, Neville and Hermione spun around towards the voice to see Ginny standing there, wand in her right hand, left hand held out towards Harry. Several figures appeared out of the shadows behind her, all of them wearing Death Eater robes and masks.
"Good job. Now give me the prophecy."
Harry stared at Ginny, his wand held up in a defensive position, taking in the Death Eaters that had joined them. Harry didn't recognize them, but he did recognize the expression on Ginny's face. It was an expression that he had seen on the face of Bellatrix Lestrange in her wanted poster, an expression he had seen on Voldemort's face in the graveyard, on a 16 year old Tom Riddle's when he summoned the basilisk to kill Harry. It was an expression showing that they were causing pain, bringing darkness, and reveling in it. Noticing the others spreading out, getting ready to fight, Harry decided to try and buy the time.
"Ginny, what are you doing?" Ginny gave a smile.
"Showing my true colors. Did you really think that I would work alongside Mudbloods?" The word 'Mudblood' was spat out with extreme distaste, as if she had bat guano in her mouth and she wanted to get rid of it.
"Ginny, how could you do this? I thought you hated Voldemort?" Everything that Harry knew about Ginny seemed to be collapsing.
"No, I hate Mudbloods. There's a difference. Now give me the prophecy." The last part was said with an edge of dangerousness, and Harry remembered that she had been the best duelist in the DA. Hoping they would be able to fight her, Harry asked the question that truly terrified him, yet he knew he needed the answer.
"Where's Sirius Ginny? What did they do with him?" If she was working with the Death Eaters, she must have known.
Ginny gave a cold, mocking laugh, and the rest of the Death Eaters joined in until she faced them, and they shrunk back slightly, terrified, listening as she spoke to them. "The Dark Lord always knows. Did he not say that this was all it would take? Did I not say that he was right? Did I not say that at the mere suggestion that his godfather was harmed, he would come running? Did I not say that I nearly used his hero complex to kill him in the Chamber?" The Chamber of Secrets, Harry thought, she's been fooling all of us for years now. No wonder she wanted to hear Order Meetings, to pass on information. The Death Eaters nodded at Ginny's comments, and Ginny turned back to the group. "Your Godfather is not here. Now give me the prophecy, or I will kill you all right where you stand."
"You'll have to pry it from my cold dead fingers."
"If you insist. Bombarda Maxima." They scattered, the explosion hitting no one, and Ginny snarled under her breath before turning to her fellows. "Spread out, find them. Capture Potter, retrieve the prophecy, and kill the others. Do not underestimate them, and don't us snakes, Potter is a parselmouth. Now move!"
Harry listened as the Death Eaters spread out and found himself wishing that he had listened to Hermione. Now he was going to get all of his friends killed. He turned a corner only to find himself face to face with Ginny.
Stupefy!
Ginny casually flicked her wrist and deflected the stunner before she smiled. "You have no clue what you are dealing with, Potter."
"Try me." If he was going to die, he would die in battle.
"If you insist."
Fulminis, Sectumsempra, Crucio, Bombarda Maxima, Glaceon!
Harry moved to dodge as a blast of light and heat surged out of Ginny's wand, vaguely recognizing it as lightning, before he cast Protego to block Ginny's second curse, before jumping over the unforgivable, the spell right after it causing an explosion that shoved him away from the last jet of light, a strange icy blue spell that slammed into a shelf nearby and froze it into solid ice. Harry quickly responded with a disarming charm, a stunner, a stinging hex, a jelly legs jinx, and a reductor curse, all of which Ginny deflected easily, before she glanced over and saw Hermione, and she turned quicker than Harry could blink, a jet of green light speeding out of her wand.
Avada Kedavra!
Before the curse could hit Hermione, one of shelves tipped over and intercepted the curse. Ginny turned around and swore under her breath before snarling out a familiar name. "Dumbledore!"
Harry turned and gasped at the spell work as Dumbledore stepped forward and sent a barrage of stunners at Ginny. She blocked all but the last one, and after it hit her she slumped over unconscious. Harry watched as Dumbledore immediately rounded up the remaining Death Eaters, before sending the students upstairs to speak with Amelia Bones.
AN: No, I don't hate Ginny, I just saw someone who wrote a story with Death Eater! Ginny, and I thought it was a really cool idea. I hope you enjoy it.
Raven out.