A/N: Ginny's older now, not in school anymore. I know its short, but, I like it.
She was searching, it was supposed to be very easy, they said to find dark people down here, all she kept seeing were bothersome kids running around, unknowingly of the danger they were in. She spotted a man, and looked towards him.
Ginny walked up to the man as she saw a distinctive looking tattoo on his left wrist. "You there, your name? It doesn't matter, bow to me, or die."
The man did not bow only said "I only bow to one person, and that person is a greater wizard than you, witch, will ever be."
I looked at him contemplatively, wondering how I would kill him. "And just whom is this wizard, greater than me?"
The man looked at me with undisguised disgust. "The dark lord of course, you stupid woman. All will bow to the great one."
Suddenly it hit her, he was a revisionist. I shall finally find out where Lord Voldemort is. "Very good. Come here, and I shall tell you a secret about him."
The man looked at her in disbelief, then, underestimating Ginny completely, walked up to Ginny un-fearfully. With a knife in her hand she plunged it up into the man's stomach.
"Mosmorte" he whispered with his wand out, his dying breath, still unwaveringly loyal to his master.
Ginny reached farther and into the heart. With a wet noise, she pulled the knife out of the man and smiled upon him evilly.
Following the skull in the air, she traced it, and found herself in front of the dark lord himself, the dead mans body in her arms.
"My lord" Ginny bowed to Lord Voldemort, recognizing the great power he had.
"You may rise. State your reason for being in my presence."
Ginny raised her head, and when not reprimanded, stood to her full height. "My lord, I wish to be a follower of you. I wish to rid the world of half-bloods, muggleborns, and muggles, the filthy creatures, ruining our world. The stupid creatures, bombing up the earth, ruining everything. I wish to stop everything, stop the race of muggles. I wish to bear your mark on my arm, forever."
You are worthy, come closer and I shall put my mark upon your arm. The dead man lay forgotten upon the cold stone floor, she approached Lord Voldemort and kneeled with her arm stretched towards him. With whispered words Lord Voldemort etched with his wand the dark mark upon Ginny's skin and tears sprang forth her face at the pain, but she did not cry out.
Leave my presence, and go about your business, you'll see me again when I call for you.