A/N: Okay, so I have all these T.M. Riddle ideas and I have to at least start them. I do plan on continuing my other one about Tom/Hermione so don't worry. So yeah, read on and see if you like. REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, though I wish I did.
CHAPTER ONE:
THE END
Thunder.
Lightning.
Cackles of sheer delight.
Moaning, crying, shouting.
Light, everywhere. Emitting from the tips of every wand on the field.
The lightning flashed again and Ginny took in a sharp, painful breath from her position on the battlefeild whilst looking around at the scene before her. Of course this was very foolish, for she was in a battle with Bellatrix Lestrange, who was keeled over clutching her left arm. It was apparently burning her immensely.
Faces, of friends and foes. Bodies, littering the once vacant, peaceful, not to mention empty field that had existed here less than two days before. Many people she knew, many she did not, and many more were faces and bodies of brave, courageous, people, people who were her friends.
She looked ahead of her by three meters and saw the empty eyes of Seamus Finnigan, spirit gone from his body, light had abandoned his eyes.
"Oh God, what has the wizarding world come to?" she sobbed.
Bellatrix cackled, "Weasle's first love dead, is he?"
Ginny spun around just in time to block a curse, "Occumbo Mortuus!" she shrieked.
Lestrange was thrown back and her head hit a considerably large stone, almost knocking her out. But the Occumbo Mortuus curse would not let her get that privilege, she lay frozen and rigid and Ginny knew from experience that she was feeling as though razor sharp needles and knives were slashing and penatrating her inside and out. The outcome wasn't nearly as horrible on the outside, this was a mirage-curse, meaning that the pain was only in her mind.
Thunder suddenly amplified all around her, closely followed by sixty mile per hour winds as sheets of rain penetrated through the sky.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Ginny froze and spun around on her heel, she wondered which one had fallen? The killing curse had been shouted by more than one voice, one from Voldemort, the other from young seventeen year old Harry Potter. Let him be okay! Oh God! Let him be okay! she anxiously thought.
He wasn't.
When the lightning flashed again, Voldemort was standing and young Harry Potter was lying in the underbrush, murdered.
A second later she heard hundreds of voices screaming 'NO!' She was aware that the Weasleys and Hermione Granger's were the loudest, but not as loud as hers.
Many Death Eaters pumped their fists in the air, celebrating the victory of the famous Harry Potter's death, at Voldemort's hand.
Ginny's heart broke into thousands of tiny little shards, pain, fury, devastation, mixed together.
The only word that could describe the behavior of Ginevra Weasley next was bloodthirsty.
She ran throughout the desolate feild in an unexplainable desperation to kill as many Death Eaters as possible, Ron had seemed to be doing the same thing, accompanied by a tearful Hermione.
They had killed five before Voldemort stopped them with the claudeo incantation, making them fall spread-eagled onto their backs.
"Weasleys, mudblood. What are you aiming at doing?" he spat at them.
Ginny glared at him, her nostrils flaring. "Drop dead." she viciously retorted.
Voldemort threw back his head and laughed masochistically, "Actually, Ginevra, it is Potter who has 'dropped dead' and I am about to be the most supreme ruler of all of the world."
Ron lifted his head with much effort and spat on him, "Like you would ever rule us." he snarled.
"Crucio!"
Ron turned and thrashed in wicked contortions, though he remained silent. Voldemort would not win, Ron would see to that. He would die for Harry, he would not let his murderer get anymore satisfaction than he already had.
"RON!" Hermione screamed, trying to get up. But she was binded to the floor by claudeo.
Voldemort smirked down at her, "You want it to stop, mudblood?"
Hermione cringed away from him and said nothing, she knew she had set him off.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled so loud the whole battlefield could hear.
The pained shrieks of the Weasleys were deafening in the almost-silent field. Hermione sobbed uncontrollably, she wouldn't scream, she wouldn't satisfy Voldemort's thirst for heartache that wasn't his own.
"R-r-onnal-d-d-d." Molly Weasley shrieked through her never-ending tears.
"Ron....R-r-on...I...love..you...I have my...wh-wh-ole life!" Hermione cried softly.
Voldemort cackled again in sheer delight, he shouted over the thousands of upset heads. "YOU SEE? I WILL BE KNOWN! I HAVE ALREADY KILLED YOUR SAVIOR HARRY POTTER, AND HIS BEST FRIEND JUST DIED IN VAIN BEFORE YOU!"
Lucius Malfoy bent in a worshipping fashion before stepping forward, "Sire, I think it would do the wizarding world great good to see all of the Weasleys dead." his lip curled into a wicked smile.
"Not all Lucius, my son." Voldemort said.
Hermione and Ginny glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, who would be the most heartbroken before they were finally allowed to die? Who would watch the rest of their family and friends be murdered before their eyes? How many more would have to live the rest of their life in agony?
Malfoy looked quizzically at the Dark Lord, "Whom will not be killed?"
Voldemort looked at Ginny, a sharp and freezing feeling erupted and went down her spine, chilling her very bones.
"Ginevra." he replied simply.
"Potter's...girlfriend?" Lucius repeated, confusion swept over every feature on his face.
They both faced Ginny, Lucius dumbfounded, Voldemort seemed pleased. "Ginev-"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Ginny screamed at him, "JUST LET ME DIE!"
"I cannot do that Ginevra." he said her name anyway.
She glared at him through her now slits of eyes.
"Would you like me to explain why?" he asked her mockingly.
She remained the same.
He continued anyway, "You see, Ginevra, you helped me, in your first year you pulled a diary belonging to one Tom Marvolo Riddle, not understanding who this was, you decided that this would become your diary, for it was empty. After the first sentence of "I was humiliated today, Harry Potter now knows of my fondness for him." you became confused. The page had soaked up the ink and in came a reply, a message from the very owner of the diary. I am so sorry to hear that, but might I ask how did you come across my diary? and instantaniously you began to tell the sixteen year old boy, who you thought may be a mirage, all your trials and difficulties.
"Had you known that this was the Dark Lord Voldemort? Of course the idea hadn't even occured to your simple minded brain. You saw a friend where there was a powerthirsty foe! Of course you didn't think the diary to be cursed, as it surely was.
"The diary was my first horcrux, made moments after I saw to the death of my father, Tom Riddle Sr. but you had not known that. Still, you unknowingly continued writing to me.
"Of course I was just using you, I would use your life energy to regain power! I would tell you how to open the Chamber of Secrets, I lured you there and told you a simple little spell, or so you thought. After uttering the incantation with the wand pointed readily at yourself you immediately dropped to the cobble stone floor in a heap. This was much to my advantage, for I was rematerializing, and the hope for a new age began.
"Though my plan was thwarted once again by the notorious Harry James Potter, you had helped me that day. Though you were naive as to what you were doing, I will overlook that. You will live, Ginevra, and you will be highly rewarded."
The battlefield remained silent. This new and unknown information resonated for every ear to hear, and there were many. The information rang out to every Death Eater and Order member, every fifth year and up, Viktor Krum and his Durmstrang colleagues, Fleur and Bill, Hagrid and Madame Maxime, even Draco Malfoy who had been at the very edge of the field dueling Dean Thomas had heard the long winded speech. And people were speachlessly stunned. A first year helping a Dark Lord rise to power? But she had been possessed, she didn't know what she was doing. Even if she had known that the diary was a horcrux, what would the word have meant to her? She wouldn't have understood.
And throughout the course of the next three months, Ginny Weasley witnessed each and every one of her loved ones die.
A/N: So, do you like it? I don't know unless you review! I will reply to each and every review that I can. Even if you are not a member, REVIEW anyways! Thanks to JK Rowling who provided so much material to work with. I am forever in your debt! Haha.
-Tweedlebugqueen