Hey guys, Raven here, and I have a new chapter for you. This chapter is going to be from Ginny's point of view, and is told mostly in flashbacks. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Ginny POV

Ginny sat on the cracked surface of the planet in a meditative position. He stood nearby, guiding her as always.

"Ginevra, you have grown powerful indeed. The full transformation will soon be upon you. Your body has already made the changes necessary, soon you will feel the urge to feed. You must prepare yourself for this final change. Remember the reason for which you walked down this path." Ginny nodded, before smiling.

"Of course I remember the reason I chose this path. I remember it like it was yesterday."

Flashback(10 year old Ginny)

Ginny starred as the Hogwarts Express zoomed off into the distance, taking her brothers with it. While she would not miss her brothers during this coming year, she would have liked to have begun learning magic. She gave a sigh as her mother lead her off to the car. As she sat down in the car, she sighed again. Another year, another long year, before she would get to go to Hogwarts and learn its secrets. And once she went to Hogwarts, she would have much more that she could play around with. She gave a quiet smirk as they arrived outside the Burrow. Her mother might believe that she would miss her brothers, but it was quite the opposite actually. Without them there, their was no risk of anyone entering her room and finding her experiments. She got out of the car and walked up to her room. She walked over to the cardboard box she had in the corner of the room. She opened it up and checked on the Garden Gnome that she held prisoner inside. It looked up at her and glared feebly. She smiled, it seemed that she had broken its spirit. "You aren't going to try and escape, are you?" The gnome glanced up at her before shaking its head sadly. She smirked, it had given up. She carefully lowered in a Daffodil, the preferred food of the Garden Gnome, and smiled when it carefully reached over and took the flower, before eating it. While it ate it looked at her, terrified. Ginny had caught her "specimen" while Ron had been de-gnoming the garden as a punishment for using the word "bloody", and she had spent much of her time studying it. She reached over and grabbed a small bell that she began to ring, and it immediately shrunk away. Fred had sent her a small shock prod from Zonko's, and she had discovered that it caused the gnome a fair amount of pain, and she had taught it that whenever she rang the bell, she would shock it. Sure enough, the creature had shrunk away. She shocked it anyway, and it gave a shriek in pain. She frowned and shocked it again. She had made it clear to the gnome that if it made noise, she would shock it. It gave a quiet little moan and she nodded. For reasons she wasn't quite sure, the pain that she caused the gnome was more enjoyable than anything else she did. She dropped in another daffodil and then closed the box. She suddenly froze, sensing another presence in her room. She quickly pulled out a metal pole and held it in a defensive position. The pole had been a gift from Bill, who had inscribed it with runes of electricity similar to the shock prod, only on a larger scale. It was supposed to be used to protect herself while she didn't have a wand. She gripped it tightly when he spoke.

"Ah, young Ginevra. It is a pleasure to finally speak with you." She gripped her pole and spoke in a scared voice. Perfectly fabricated, of course.

"Who are you? What do you want?" He just laughed before speaking again.

"Do not try and play the damsel in distress Ginevra. I silenced this room before I entered, so as to avoid unwanted interruptions. And I have been watching you for a while now. I know just how dangerous you are, just what bubbles under the surface, begging to be released." Ginny tightened her grip on the pole and dropped her "good girl" facade with a snarl.

"If you truly have been watching me, then you should know that I would kill you without a second thought. Leave now before I decide to remove your choice." Her voice held a lethal balance between anger and amusement. If any of her family had heard her speaking at that moment, they would have recognized that they were hearing the voice of a psychopath.

"Ah Ginevra, how you amuse me. I am far more powerful than you are, if I wished, I could crush you like a bug. However, I see no reason to do so. You could be powerful, capable of destroying this world and creating a new one in its place. The magics that you would learn at Hogwarts are nothing compared to the magics that you could learn at my side." Ginny listened to the voice, excitement showing ever so slightly in her eyes. Learning magics beyond Hogwarts? The fact that such magics were likely forbidden was, if nothing else, an added incentive. She smiled and said coldly, "When do I start?".

11 months later, Diagon Alley

Ginny walked down the street of Diagon Alley, listening to the voices that surrounded her, facade up, as always. She had of course spoken to Ron about Harry Potter constantly that summer, Potter was supposed to have been incredibly powerful. Yet the boy who Ron had described had seemed destroyed. Ron didn't seem to think much of it, but Ginny knew instantly it was the foul muggles that must have done it. Her dislike of muggles had only increased when she heard they kept bars on his window. She had been incredibly surprised when he arrived, but that had been more that so many people had been downstairs when she had come to try and capture a second gnome. She had taken advantage of Ron's punishment to do just that. She continued walking down the street with her mother at her side, listening intently as she walked into Garrick Ollivanders shop. When she entered, she vaguely listened as Ollivander spoke about her mother's wand, before he lay his eyes on her. She gave a cold smile, and Ollivander nodded.
"I take it you are here for your wand?" Ginny nodded.

"My wand hand is my right." Ollivander nodded, while the tape measure measured all around her body. A few moments later, Ollivander nodded again. Then he seemed to freeze. Ginny mentally swore, Ollivander had sensed him. However, Ollivander did not say anything, rather he turned and walked into the back of his shop, before coming forward with a box that contained a wand. She took it and gave it a wave, and nothing happened, Ollivander snatching it right back. This continued for several minutes, until Ollivander turned to her mother quietly.

"Mrs. Weasley, if you could just step aside for a moment, I would like to test something." her mother, though clearly uncomfortable, took a step aside, and Ollivander pointed his own wand at Ginny. She felt a warm sensation run throughout her body, and she gave a smirk. Ollivander stared at her in surprise before speaking again.
"I believe I have just the right wand for you, Miss Weasley." he turned and pulled out a wand box and opened the top. At that moment, He spoke in Ginny's ear.

"That is your wand. Open your hand and allow it to come to you." Ginny gave a subtle nod before reaching out with her hand, the wand flying into her outstretched palm. She caught it, and the entire room seemed to get darker, the temperature dropped a few degrees, and blood red sparks flew off the wand. He spoke in her ear once more.

"And so the wand joins with its master. Use it well, for it is a tool of incredible destruction." Ollivander stared at her as the room returned to its normal lighting and temperature, before he spoke again.

"Ah, yes. 13 inches, yew, with a core of basilisk venom. Nice and supple." He looked Ginny in the eye. "Basilisk venom is lethal, the only antidote are the tears of a phoenix, so be careful not to let that wand break. That wand will be highly skilled in combat magics, both in the Dark Arts, and their Defense. It is the only wand I have ever made with Basilisk venom, and one of the most volatile in my shop. I think that we can expect great things from you, Miss Weasley." He turned to her mother. "That will be 7 galleons." While her mother got out the money and passed it over to the wandmaker, Ginny thought on what he had told her. 'Great things from me. Indeed, you will wish you never said that to me Ollivander. For I will do great things. Some might call them terrible, but I say they will be great.'

The Sorting

Ginny listened as her name was called and stepped forward, sitting on the stool and allowing the hat to be placed on her head. Immediately she heard a small voice in her head.

"So, another Weasley, huh? I already know where you should go..." The voice stopped.

"What's this?" She felt the hat searching through her head, looking at her memories, in particular, her training.

"Well then, they are finally going to make their move, aren't they?" Ginny gave a quiet smirk, knowing fully well that the hat was unable to tell anyone what it saw.

'Indeed. They are on the move. The Light has had its chance. Soon it will be the turn of the Dark.'

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. What I do know is that you would do well in Slytherin. The deception that you have pulled over your family alone is enough to justify it."

'No. I will not let you destroy what I have spent a year working on. Gryffindor.' The hat gave a quiet chuckle.

"You believe that you will be put under more intense scrutiny if you are sorted there? What do you fear being discovered? The deception that you have held over your family for over a year? The Gnomes that you were holding prisoner in your bedroom? The enchanted diary that is contained within your school things? Or perhaps the runic symbol that you bear on your right arm? None of these are things that I can tell a soul about. It is my duty to sort you where you will grow best. And while you might be a Slytherin at heart, you will grow best in GRYFFINDOR!" and the house of the lions began cheering, unknowing of the terror that had just been accepted into their midsts. And as Ginny began walking towards the table of red and gold, she heard the Sorting Hat say something else.

"Merlin save us from the terror I have unleashed." And Ginny gave a cold, calculating smirk, because no one, not even Dumbledore, would be able to protect them from her. With help from him, Tom would cooperate. She would open the chamber, and release the Weapon of Darkness on the children of the Light. Finishing the job that Slytherin had started.

Present day

Ginny opened her eyes and gave a cold, calculating smirk. The runic mark that bound her to him was still there, one of two tattoos that never changed. At that moment, the other tattoo that never changed, the one that she had gained on her 14th birthday, burned. She gave a cold snarl, Riddle was a demanding man and a fool, not even aware of his noble ancestor's true goals. Yet at the moment, she was still bound to him. She turned to him and spoke calmly and rationally.

"I will continue to do Riddle's bidding for now. But the moment he has served his purpose.."
"Yes, Ginevra?" He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. Ginny knew that this statement would likely be the last thing she said to him before the transformation completed.

"The moment that Riddle has served his purpose, I will feed." She gave a smirk before speaking again.

"He will make an excellent meal."

AN: So, that's the chapter. In the next chapter, Ginny is going to attack Snape. And we get some of Voldemort's insight, and a reveal of some of what Ginny has been working towards. Read and review.

Raven out.