A/N: This is my first chapter of Child of Darkness. I got the idea when I was sitting bored in social studies class and I started writing plots for some Draco and Ginny fanfiction. I am already trying to finish a million stories, one of them I am going to try to finish by Christmas so I can present it to my friend, so I won't be updating a lot. I hope you enjoy chapter one, this one is for 'Lyssa!

Chapter One: Perfect Little Angel

It was beautiful the way she slept so peacefully in her crib. Her breathing was soft and she barely moved at all as she sucked her little peach colored thumb and held her soft pink blanket made from the hair of unicorns, close to her. Ginny and Harry were so proud of their little baby they created.

The couple watched their little baby sleep and couldn't help wondering to themselves what she would be like when she got older. They both knew she would never always be the same perfect little angle they were raising. For one thing, she looked nothing like her father, but a lot like her mother. She had bright carmel colored eyes and this strawberry blond hair and these amazing freckles that showed she had Weasley genes. She had this strong pointed chin that nobody knew where it came from. Nobody could tell she was a Potter at all, just part Weasley and something else. But she stayed the same old perfect, Rose Riley Potter.

"We should let her sleep," Harry whispered to his wife as he directed her away from the nursery. He led her into their bedroom and he sat down on the bed with her. "I love you," he whispered softly and slowly as he kissed her on the mouth. He stopped and looked at her flushed cheeks and her soft brown eyes. Ginny went to kiss him but stopped midway when she saw something in the doorway that made her scream.

Two glowing crimson eyes like cat's eyes flared like small bright flames in the pitch black. The eyes moved into the light and they saw the true face of the eyes. It was Lord Voldemort. His swift movement into the room made his black Death Eater cloak suddenly blend in and out of the shadows. His eyes glowed brighter as they beheld the sight before him and his pale twisted face smiled venomously as his high pitched shrill cackle filled the air.
"Famous Harry Potter and his wee wife! Ha!" The Dark Lord outstretched a long bony hand from beneath the cloak to touch Ginny's cheek she drew back and slapped it away. He snarled back at her as he drew out his wand from his out of the other sleeve. The wand was pointed directly at Ginny, who trembled with fright as the wand tip touched the lump in her throat. Hot tears ran down her face as she held onto Harry, waiting for her death.

"Now I'll make you suffer as you have never before," the Dark Lord hissed as he dark circles under his eyes stood out even more than they had five minutes ago. "Avada Kedavra!" Before Ginny could even realize what was happening, she felt herself being thrown to the floor and she heard Harry gasp. She opened her eyes as she watched her lover die. The whisp of his spirit was sucked into the wand, never to be seen again.

She couldn't believe he had risked his life for her. Harry was the only one that could defeat him, and now Lord Voldemort would rule the world, or the one that Ginny knew of anyway. She crawled on his dead body and carressed his face as if he was alive with her. She tried to shake him. Maybe Harry was just sleeping and one of his friends was just playing a joke on them all. Yes, that was it!

"Ron, if this is supposed to be a joke, its a pretty sick one!" Ginny laughed pathetically as she felt the lump in her throat rise. Somehow the girl had hope that this was all a sick joke. A very sick joke.

The Dark Lord cackled and threw his head back as he did so. She was disgusted at how her own brother could laugh like that at his sister's misery. But was it really Ron?

"This is just spectacular!" he laughed through tears of joy and triumph, "He love you so much, that he died for you! Oh this is just priceless...you should see your face right now! HA!" Lord Voldemort kept laughing his shrill laugh that pierced the silence that once was like a knife in the dark. Ginny collapsed with her head in her hands, biting her tounge and shutting her eyes tight trying to imagine beautiful fields of flowers like on her wedding day. She just wanted to get the images out of her head. Of her dead husband, of Lord Voldemort laughing maniacly in her face, of all those bad memories that had wiped her clean of everything she held dear to her. She wanted to dissolve into nothing like the salt in her tears that stung her like little blades poking and prodding her skin as they dripped down her cheeks and into her wet palms.

She heard her daughter wake up and begin to whine in the background. She heard him going for her. Ginny screamed as she outstretched her hand as if to take her baby back and hold her with all the motherly love she could give to her. She heard a gunshot and she saw the body and the blood. The Dark Lord was dead. She could mourn no more.