HARRY POTTER DO NOT OWN. This Takes place is Ginny's 3rd Year.

TEXTParseltongue

'TEXT' Telepathy

TEXT Flashback/thoughts.

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"TEXT" some sort of unknown language.

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"Un etsu haaillimus…" Ginny began an intricate spell. "Ellib, en tet saazet. Tyim suut litmu, yyit foy saazet." Her body began to glow, and it seemed like she exploded. When the dark smoke subsided, the true form of the boggart was revealed to everybody.

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'The boggart transformed into you, you know…' Tom's ringing voice still sent shivers down her spine, even after she had spent the summer trying to keep her emotions inside. 'Like a blast from the future, eh? Huhuhuhuhuhu…'

For the first time ever, a boggart actually assumed it's natural form. It was a reddish demon, and it was fairly large. "You…" it said. "Never before has our kind revealed our true identities to humans…You truly are the Dark Child…" it said before turning to ashes. For some reason, Ginny seemed to be the only one who understood what it said. Then again, she probably was.

Speak of the devil, one day later she got an odd-looking letter.

Dear Ms. Weasley,

Last night, we have witnessed the potential of your powers, and would be most pleased if you would stop by at Knockturn Alley Sunday evening. I have informed Mr. Borgin, and we will meet in the cellar of his store, Borgin and Burke's. Please do not send a reply to this message; we have attached a charm to it that will automatically give us your answer.

We will begin your lessons next week.

Signed,

Daimen Torr (A/n: Saw that 10 times fast hint hint)

Lessons? Thought Ginny. What does he mean? I better go and find out.

Of course, she wouldn't be going that quickly. She'll go on Christmas, which was drawing near. In the meantime, she would make a potion she read out of a restricted potions book. This potion would allow you to make a wish, as long as it pertained to yourself only. (A/n: That means that you can wish that you were more powerful, but you can't wish that your girlfriend was more powerful.)

She knew what to wish for. She had decided on making her potion give her Animagus abilities, but for that kind of thing, she needed a bit of the animal she was going to turn into, so she went outside.

As if on cue, an Augery soared by, and Ginny plucked some feathers from the Reddish Phoenix. She put the glowing feathers into the bubbling potion in her cauldron, and — Poof! — it turned blue. Pinching her nose, Ginny guzzled down the liquid and became a Phoenix Animagus. She tried half-transforming and saw that she had, not only wings, claws, and a tail, but for some reason, fangs. She looked like something from the anime called Inuyasha. She turned back to her human form and went to her first lesson: Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The D.A.D.A. teacher was a woman, whom they addressed as Professor Sckrybll. She taught them many new spells and introduced the term Mana, which was a word that meant, in a wizarding sense, the amount of magical energy you had. She taught them how to concentrate them on their hands to perform wand-less spells (Which, of course, weren't as strong as wanded spells) or to channel Mana through objects in case you lost your wand. After that, she paired the Slytherins with the Gryffindors to duel eachother.

Ginny's duel appeared to be the most interesting: She was dueling Harry Potter, after all. Harry was putting up quite a fight.

Ginny wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. She was getting tired of dodging Harry's continual spells, but what could she do? She tried to think of something that could conduct Mana more efficiently than a Magic Wand. Immediately, she thought of a magical staff she had seen in an illustration in a Magicking Book. Her shiny, brown, wooden wand transfigured into a golden staff with Silver claws to hold a dark red jewel in the center. Gemstones were encrusted onto the surface every so often.

"Poheniboria!" Ginny bellowed, and a phoenix erupted out from the tip of her wand. It cocked its beak back and dashed to Harry like a lance. It hit Harry very hard, and he instinctively retaliated and said. "Serpensortia!"

A long, slithering snake, angry, was protruding from the tip of Harry's Wand. It swiped at Ginny with such force that suggested that Ginny did the serpent a great personal wrong. Ginny dodged it easily and clawed (if you could call it that, considering she was in human form) the snake, which burst into a red mess of gooey blood. "Ech…" Ginny said, as she dodged another attack from Harry.

Then, Ginny plunged her staff into the ground and shouted. "EXCLAIBRE!" A rush of wind flew into Harry and knocked him to the ground. Ginny took the pointy staff and rested it like one would a cane next to Harry's chest. "You lose." Ginny said, smirking.

The other lessons were no fun, in Ginny's opinion. Transfiguration was all review to her, and in Charms she learned nothing new. Only in Potions was it fun.

"Late, Weasley?" Snape hissed to Ginny. "That'll be ten points from Gry—Slytherin." He scowled.

This lesson, they were supposed to make the most complicated potion they could think of. The more complicated it was, the less chance it would have of getting a Troll Grade, Snape had said. Ginny decided to improvise and make her own potion. It would be a potion that would give you the power to…hm…the power…the power to…Aha! Ginny got an idea. It would give you the power to control the Darkness for a while, like she could. She had learned that a spell let you do that, so she would have to find a way to transfer it into a potion.

A sprig of Wolfsbane, she added. She stirred it for five minutes before adding a Boggart Leg to it. Then she cast the Killing Curse on it (She used a nonverbal incantation) and set a fire under her cauldron. From there, she poured a pickled bezoar into the mixture and produced a blob of shadow under her cloak. She dropped the black thing into her potion and it flared black. Then, she took her wand, lengthened it, and stirred it using that. Then she cast "Wingardium Leviosa!" while stirring. The result? Just what she wanted: A Darkness Potion.

"And what is this?" Sneered Snape. "Did you think you could actually make a decent potions using Pickled Bezoar and Wolfsbane? The two ingredients are Polar Opposites! What is this supposed to be used for, anyway?"

"If I am correct, Professor." She added. "It will give the drinker of the draught the power to manipulate — for lack of a better word — Darkness."

"Alright," Snape said, clearly not believing what she just said. "Potter, drink this."

"What? Me?" Said Harry. "Why?"

"Do it or you'll face detention."

Groaning, Harry Potter took the vial from Professor Snape's grasp and took a sip. To his anticipation, it tasted horrible. Then, an unmistakable rush of power went through his arms. He felt it very strongly, and tried somehow to test to see if the potion worked. He moved his arm and a surge of blackness followed it. He tried punching an imaginary enemy, and a dark beam shot out of his arm.

"Weasley." Snape said coldly. "Two hundred points to Slytherin."