No copyright infringement intended. I don't own anything...otherwise I would be rich.

What if the world as you know it suddenly changed. The seemingly darkest of hearts harbored a silver lining and the supposed hero was seduced by an unspeakable evil. A prophetic battle must be fought, a legendary stone must be found, and Ginny must make a life altering choice. How does one define good and evil? By following your heart.

Black and White

Chapter 1

"Let me the fuck out of here. Damn it let me out." Ginny Weasley punctuated her words with loud clanging on the thick iron bars, but nothing. She could hear them out here talking, laughing but she never saw them, whoever they were.

It seemed like an eternity she had been a stuck in this Merlin forsaken cell. The only contact she had with the outside world consisted of her daily food, water and potion rations delivered by an ancient house elf. Ginny had tried many times to get the elf to talk, but the elderly creature stayed mute; aggravating her to no end at the silence. That's all there really was here, silence.

The only sure thing she knew at this point was that she woke up ten sunrises ago, wandless, alone and covered in superficial cuts and bruises. She still wore her uniform and school robes, but was unsure of how she came to be wearing them. Her injuries were fading now, but how did she acquire them? Did her kidnappers cause them? If they had wanted to kill her, they would have done it long ago. Wouldn't they? So many questions and not enough answers.

Her immediate fear at the situation vanished around day five. She reasoned that is was because no one had tried to harm her and she was being treated well. So far. But the impending doom of this whole scenario still lurked at the back of her mind, she was still on guard watching, waiting for what she didn't know, but it was coming. She just hoped that she was strong enough to handle it when it finally did.

Cold night air whistled and moaned through the old castle, sending a chill through her battered body. Ginny pulled the thick soft blanket closer and went to look out the only window in her dark, drafty prison. When she first woke up, she considered jumping but the one hundred foot drop to the ground dashed all hope of escape. Who ever put her here wanted her to stay locked away from the world. She wasn't going anywhere any time soon unless "they" wished it.

Watery moonlight flowed across her delicate features as Ginny watched the angry wave's crash against the rocky shoreline below. Thick black clouds billowed towards shore, bringing with it the fresh smell of rain. Loud rumblings of thunder could be heard in the distance as small flashes of lightening illuminated the night. A storm was coming and something was coming with it, she could feel its approaching like tiny ice cold fingers running down her spine. Change was in the air, she just hoped that it was in her favor.

Absolutely nothing about the area surrounding her prison seemed familiar in any way. She could see no dwellings or wildlife of any kind adjacent to the stone monstrosity. It seemed as if the sea surrounded the land, almost blocking it from the rest of the world. The castle itself was primeval, more so than anything she had ever seen. The cell walls were several feet thick, made up of large slabs of dark stone fit precisely together without mortar. The ancient steel bars surrounding her cell were at least 6 inch thick. Ginny had found out the hard way that they were enchanted to discourage escape. The burns on her hand still hadn't fully healed from her last attempt.

One only had to place a hand against the outer stone walls to feel the powerful hum of the wards protecting the structure. Even if someone did try a rescue attempt, without the right passwords the wards alone could kill instantly. The same went for anyone trying to escape. If the bars surround her cell didn't do the job, the wards surely will. She was trapped.

Ginny signed deeply and ran a nervous hand through her tangled red mane. A brush and mirror had been provided, but she hadn't wanted to use anything in the chamber unless absolutely necessary. You never could be too careful when one was a prisoner. Her accommodations were at least comfortable. The chamber had been furnished with a comfortable bed, warm blankets and a private bathroom. All in all it wasn't half bad for a prison.

For the last few hours something had been wriggling around in her mind. Something she was supposed to remember, something important. One moment it was there, ready to be reveal, then in a flash it was gone again.

"Merlin, this is so frustrating." She said out loud as she sat down heavily on the ledge of the window.

"Great now I'm talking to myself. Soon I'll have invented my own little wonderland to keep myself occupied. Think the white rabbit will show up today"

Suddenly a loud crash wiped the smirky smile from her face. The intrusive noise was coming from outside, and it was growing closer. Angry voices filtered through the door as the sounds of breaking glass and blood curdling screams filled the once silent night.

Terror flowed through her veins as the screams and angry voices grew louder until they were directly outside the outer door. Ginny's fear filled brown eyes darted around quickly, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. Unfortunately her jailer had thought of that in advance and removed anything that could prove to be harmful to herself and others.

"Damn it, what the fuck am I supposed to do now?" she whispered to herself as she sank to the ground. Ginny pulled her knees to her chest and put her arms over her head. There was nothing she could do but sit wait for whatever it was outside that door to come get her.

It seems as if the screams went on forever. Ginny put her hands over her ears trying to drown out or ignore the agonizing sounds, but it didn't work. She knew they were being tortured, killed. The acrid aroma of dark magic filled the cell as the screams intensified and then abruptly cut out.

A few moments of precious silence ensued before another loud shout and the main door to the cells blasted apart. Bits of the door scattered through the bars to land at Ginny's feet. She couldn't resist lifting her head to see who or what had breached her prison. What she saw shocked her speechless.

There in the doorway stood a loan male figure draped all in black. His dark hair singed and balding in spots, dirt and blood caked his skin and clothing. But it was his eyes that sent a jolt of terror to her soul. They glowed with an ominous red gleam that Ginny had seen only one other time. Raw power rolled off him in waves as he advanced into the room.

It was indescribably, Ginny had to blink sever times and rub her eyes to make sure she was seeing things clearly.

No. It couldn't be. It just couldn't possibly be.

Her mouth hung open as the intruder stood outside her cell, grinning madly at her shocked expression. His red eyes boldly stared back at her, daring her to speak, move, to do something, but she was immobile, frozen with the unspeakable horror that flooded her body.

A high pitched maniacal laugh escaped his lips. Ginny gained her feet clutching her chest, unwilling to believe what her eyes were seeing.

The man standing at the bars, the man who had spent the last half hour torturing her guards was none other than Harry Potter, The boy who lived.

He grinned evilly at her horrified expression. "Honey I'm Home."