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I will come to you
In the still of the night
I will crush you
With the burden of sight
And you will understand
The shadows in my heart
The fury of my conviction
Will cause your heart to quicken
And then, my dear
You will see you want me here
Haunted, by Jewel
The Dark Lord sat in the darkness, his thoughts lingering on a feisty redhead he met many, many years ago; and yet more recently than that.
Ginevra, one day I will consume you, and you shall worship me...
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Thousands of kilometers away at 12 Grimmauld Place, one Ginevra Weasley shivered, and drew the blankets around her thin frame tighter.
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It was the morning of Harry, Ron and Hermione's departure, and some last minute packing was being seen to. Little did anyone know who else was packing their bags.
Ginny Weasley was tired of being pushed out of the way. She wasn't going because she wanted to be with Harry- no. She was going because she wanted to face the man who had stripped her of her innocence and watch him die. She wanted revenge.
There were many a teary farewell, and Ginny partook in this as if they were leaving her, just like they were leaving everybody else. Perhaps in a way they were, for she wouldn't be traveling with them for quite some time. The trio left, and no one noticed in the commotion as a small redheaded female slipped out after them.
A little ways down the road, the three wizards stopped, and Ginny did the same. She knew where they were going, so when they disappeared, she did also, and reappeared at Godric's Hollow.
Ginny had practiced apparition secretly over the summer, and was now confident doing so. She watched as Harry left Ron and Hermione arguing and wandered off by himself, staring around in a wide eyed wonder that Ginny didn't know anymore.
Harry walked through the small village, before eventually came to the ruins of a small cottage. His eyes roamed over the rotting beams and the glass that still littered the ground even now, over 16 years later. A lump caught in his throat, and he took his glasses off, wiping at his eyes quickly.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" an old, kindly witch stood before him. Her eyes widened as she took in his appearance. "Why, you're the Potter's son! I had no idea you were still alive," she whispered.
Harry looked at her eagerly. "You knew my parents?"
The witch looked at him in annoyance, clearly irritated at his interruption of her musings. "Of course I knew your parents! I was the mediwitch that delivered you! 34 hours of agonizing labour for your poor mother, yet I've never seen a woman happier when you were placed in her arms. Sad, so sad what happened to them, just newly married and with a son and all," she said sadly, shaking her head.
"Could you…Could you tell me where their graves are?" he asked her after a pregnant pause.
The witch nodded. "Just down the road there dear, and to the right is the cemetery. You'll know their graves- they're the biggest." The witch pointed to Ron and Hermione, who were still arguing some way away down the street. "Perhaps you and your friends would like to spend the night at my house, if you've got nowhere else to be. We've got plenty of room since my two sons moved out, and we'd love the company; me and my husband, so why don't you come right back here when you're ready and I'll cook yous some dinner," the witch said kindly and Harry nodded.
"Thank you," he said politely, and continued along the road.
Hearing the witch's directions to the cemetery, Ginny's curiosity bloomed, and she hurried on ahead of Harry, eager to see where his parents were buried. She found the graves easily, and felt tears brimming in her eyes as she read the inscriptions on them. They were both overgrown with jasmine flowers, creating a bower between the two and filling the air with its sweet scent.
Hearing footsteps, Ginny slipped behind a nearby grave, and watched as Harry knelt before the graves. He knelt in silence for what seemed like hours before Ginny heard a sob, and tears began to stream down his face.
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Draco Malfoy stood before the Dark Lord, pleading to be placed under the Imperious curse so that he may better fulfill the responsibilities placed on him. The Dark Lord waved his wand carelessly, a whispered Imperio was heard, and Draco's mind went blissfully blank. It was okay, he didn't mind. In fact, being devoid of thought was the one thing he wanted in the world, and the Imperious curse very nearly made it true.
Voldemort stood, staring at his new disciple. This one wouldn't be branded with the Dark Mark just yet- Voldemort could call him without it.
"I want you to find Ginevra Weasley and bring her to me," he hissed, his mind clouded with desire. For she was the reason to everything he did, and she was the person to whom he had lost part of his soul.
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Molly Weasley's scream alerted the entire household to the fact that something was very, very wrong. Even as Mrs. Black began to wail, Arthur was bursting into his daughter's room to find a distraught Molly sitting on the bed with a piece of parchment in her hands.
"Molly, what's wrong?" he asked her, mindful of the fact that it probably had something to do with his daughter as she was currently sitting in Ginny's room, and no one had seen Ginny since Harry, Ron and Hermione had left.
As he looked from his wife's tear stricken face to the piece of parchment, his mind began to make the connections, and his eyes widened with horror.
"Ginny followed them?" he whispered hoarsely.
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That night found Ginny sleeping in the cemetery, and she couldn't repress the superstitious fears that were attempting to overwhelm her. She lay down and covered herself with a blanket, her wand gripped tightly in her hand.
The shadows from the trees danced across the ground, moonlight filtering in between the branches and creating an almost eerie glow. Ginny shut her eyes tightly and willed away her fears, and finally, she slept.
The morning arrived with Ginny aching as she stretched her tight muscles. She'd never been fond of sleeping on the ground, and combined with the fact that she was sleeping in a cemetery made for an extremely uncomfortable night. She pulled out some biscuits from her bag and quietly munched on them as she pondered as to when she should let the trio know she was there. It was lonesome being with them without being able to talk to them, but Ginny knew she had to be patient until she knew something that would make them more disposed towards having her with them. She didn't know how long it would take, but she hoped it wouldn't be too long. Stalking someone was a very tiring job, and she longed for the time that she could show herself to her friends.
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Draco approached The Burrow during the dark and crept quietly through the quiet halls. It seemed that the house had been largely abandoned for some time now, although there were signs of the Weasley's eventual return to the house by the way the floors were still neatly swept and the roof free of cobwebs.
He snarled and kicked the wall, the feeling of the Dark Lord's annoyance growing in his mind. He wanted to find her. Fast.
Ginny Weasley was not just the first Weasley female in seven generations, she was the first Weasley to have inherited the power first given to those of pure blood. Today it was an extremely rare power, and Voldemort was first surprised by the blatant power in the young girl; a power that was apparent even in her first year of magic. It was the power that attracted him to her; not even The Dark Lord had power such as this, and if he could utilize it, there would be no stopping him. The desire of power consumed him and his lust for the girl had grown stronger by every passing year. He wanted to consume her; control her.
Draco slipped out of the house, and growled in frustration. He had no idea where to look next.
Find Harry Potter, and you will find the girl, a sinister voice recognizable as Lord Voldemort's hissed in his mind. If he gets in the way of her capture, kill him.
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Ginny was silently following the trio when they stopped, and Harry turned around.
"Alright Ginny, come out," he said, smiling.
She stepped out of the shadows, a rueful smile on her face. "How did you know it was me?"
"I saw you in the cemetery yesterday."
Ginny blushed. "Oops."
Harry waved his hand flippantly. "Don't worry, we're not going to send you home."
Ron started forward. "But Harry, I-"
Harry looked at his friend, who closed his mouth. "I think Ginny will be of great help to us. Plus Ron, don't you think it's better this way? At least now you can keep an eye on her."
Hermione laughed, and hooked her arm around Ron, who blushed.
"Oh come on ickle Ronnikons! Don't tell me you're still embarrassed at signs of affection from Hermione?" Ginny asked, grinning. Needless to say Ron's blush just deepened and he continued down the road, saying nothing.
Harry took Ginny's hand and smiled shyly at her as they followed Ron and Hermione. Ginny blushed, but smiled back, and for a while, all thoughts of Voldemort were forgotten.
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Those of Lord Voldemort's inner circle watched as he ranted and raved about the Weasley girl. No one understood why he was doing so; the Weasley's were blood traitors and muggle lovers to boot. They didn't care about power.
No one except for a tall boy standing in the corner, keeping respectfully out of the way. He had felt Voldemort's desire for her, and he knew why. So, as he watched the Death Eaters mutter to themselves, he smiled. For he knew more than all of them, and he was going to be the one with the power when he found her.