October

Finally, on All Hallows Eve, after much careful plotting, Ginny and Daphne were able to corner Harry Potter alone in an empty classroom, deep down in the Hogwarts dungeons, following his potions class with Professor Slughorn.

Daphne Greengrass, the frosty blonde beauty that made Narcissa Malfoy look like a crack whore, took hold of Harry with a passionate kiss that no teenage boy could have resisted, while Ginny silently placed locking and privacy charms on the door, hidden underneath an invisibility cloak.

Once she was done, she went to Harry, who was still distracted by Daphne's lips, sneered at how pathetically he'd been outdone, and grabbed the wand from his pocket.

But it did not exactly work out the way she planned. The moment she wrapped her fingers around the holly wand, an electric shock swept through her entire body and zapped her backwards. She was sent flying into the corner of a desk and yelped as she felt her back rupture in pain. Her invisibility cloak slipped down, and Harry's wand cluttered to the floor near her.

Potter must have felt her attempt at disarming him, because he pushed Daphne away from him. The blonde, though, ever cold blooded, kept a cool head and blasted Harry at the blackboard with an Impediment Jinx that sent him down to the floor, back against the wall, and unable to move.

"Weasley! What are you doing?" the blonde hissed. For a second Ginny wanted to tear out the bitch's throat. Despite Ginny being the Dark Lord's most favorite and loyal, the Slytherin princess still treated her like the dirt underneath her fingernails and referred to her with that disgusting blood-traitor name that she forsook. However, this was the most important mission of her life, and Ginny would not ruin it out of petty pride.

"The bastard's wand was jinxed, it gave me a shock," Ginny grit out her words in anger. Pain still flared through her body in waves. She saw Daphne take a haughty look at the wand, and at her. "It doesn't matter, he's disarmed now."

"Well, at least you managed that much," Daphne sneered. "I'm sure the Dark Lord will spare you a pat on the back when you return to him with Potter in chains."

Ginny swore that when she got back to the manor and Potter was dead, she was going to torture that uppity Greengrass whore, Bellatrix-style. Her lover and mentor taught her enough to make her feared even within the ranks of the Death Eaters for the pain she could inflict. That fear increased ever since Bella disappeared, two months earlier, and Ginny had been constantly on edge, Crucioing the pathetic cowardly servants left and right. Tom allowed her to do as she pleased, but he was too... great, and busy, to spend time with her, and she didn't like the company of rest of the Death Eaters. Bella was her anchor.

"Ginny…" Potter's raspy voice suddenly jolted her. "Why…"

"Why?" Ginny scoffed. "Why what? I know your brain's addled by all the bludgers you took to the head, but do try to be a little more articulate."

Potter looked up at her from the floor with eyes full of venomous hatred. "Why did you join that ugly bald cunt?"

"Shut up!" Ginny flared and sent out a Piercing hex that grazed Potter's cheek and made him wince. "Don't you ever dare talk about him like that!"

"Why not? That's what he is," Potter gave her a pained grin.

"He is not! He is the most beautiful and powerful wizard in the world!"

"Beautiful?" Potter laughed infuriatingly. "I think you still have sixteen-year-old Tommy boy in mind."

"He will always be that to me!" she screamed, casting another Piercing hex, but she was shaking from anger, and her aim was off. "And never refer to him by that name!"

"What name?" Potter jeered, despite his pain and inferior position. "The name his ugly cross-eyed mother gave him, in honour of the poor muggle she drugged and raped?"

"SHUT UP!" Ginny screeched. Who the fuck Potter thought he was? She—

"What's that?" Daphne turned towards her with a narrow-eyed stare. "What's he talking about, Weasley?"

"Stay out of this, Greengrass!" Ginny levelled her wand towards the blonde and enjoyed seeing her falter. Despite all her haughtiness, she knew Ginny could easily turn her into a smouldering pile of ashes in a heartbeat.

"I take it you were with him since the Diary?" Potter asked, amusement coating his voice.

"I will be with him forever!"

Potter laughed hollowly. "So, you traded a pathetic infatuation with the Boy-Who-Lived, for a pathetic infatuation with someone who only used you to try and kill a bunch of children? Do you actually think he cared about you?"

"He loved me!" Ginny called out in anger, her chest heaving. "He was everything to me! He made me into the most fearsome witch of her generation, and you—you—"

"I killed him," Potter said with a vicious, teeth-baring smile, still laying against the wall. "Though I might not have bothered to, had I known how ungrateful you'd be for saving your life."

"You shouldn't have—"

"You should have heard how he talked about you," Potter grinned grotesquely with blood over his mouth. "Silly little Ginny Weasley and her stupid inferiority complex, bothering him all the time with her pathetic infatuation with the Boy-Who-Lived, too stupid to realize that the incidents were her fault despite all the signs, too weak-willed to resi—"

"You lie!" Ginny said, seething. "I am his greatest, most devoted, most cherished—"

"Whore," Potter interrupted her and burst into laughter, which only stopped once her Cruciatus curse hit him in the chest. He let out a short scream and flailed to the ground.

"Weasley, wrap this up, we can't stay too long or—"

"Shut it, Greengrass," Ginny scrunched her nose at the pretty blonde. "You think you're so great because of your looks and family, but among the Death Eaters you're nothing but an uppity, worthless slut—"

"My looks have gotten Potter disarmed," Daphne sneered at her, her wand held tightly. "Not anything you could have accomplished, with how you idiotically revealed your loyalties in Hogsmeade, and considering your own looks took a steep nose-dive lately."

It took all of Ginny's Occlumency skills not to kill her accomplice. She took a deep breath, but before she could reply, Potter spoke again.

"Don't be so harsh on Gin, Daphne. She sacrificed her good looks for her lover… which I must really thank her for."

Ginny turned towards Potter, her eyes widening. "You! How do you know about that!"

"How could I not?" Potter's eyes shone with vindictiveness. "Bella told me oh so many things about her new, red-headed fuck doll—"

"She would never!"

"The bitch is good at dishing out torture, but she's pretty bad at taking it," Potter said. "And I should truly thank you again for restoring her good looks with your sacrifice. It made taking information out of her so much more fun. Of course, I also got some things into her, if you catch my drift…"

"You bastard!" Ginny hated how her eyes started tearing and her vision became blurred. "You lie! You didn't sully her with your disgusting half-blood—"

"Again with the blood shit?" Harry raised an eyebrow calmly. "Didn't Tommy ever tell you about his true heritage? I suppose not. But you should have known that there's no wizarding family by the name of Riddle—"

"Don't you dare speak that name with your dirty lips you—"

"What's he talking about, Weasley?" Daphne looked at her with a frown. "Who's this Tommy?"

"I told you to stay out of it, bitch!" Ginny directed a Crucio at the blonde, which sent her flying into a desk. She turned around to cast another one at Potter, but before she could, her mind froze in shock.

Something cold wrenched itself deeply into her stomach and made her insides shudder like her blood was circulating venom through her system. The power of the strike sent her stumbling back, but she managed to balance herself against a desk. Looking down, her eyes opened in horror as she saw the hilt of a familiar knife sticking out of her midsection and dripping blood.

"Impedimenta. Accio wands. Accio portkeys. Accio knife," she heard Potter's voice saying calmly, and looked up. The bastard that she was supposed to kidnap for the Dark Lord held his wand again, and various items were flying through the air into the pocket of his robe. The knife was wrenched out of Ginny painfully and her eyes tracked its flight, remembering all the times she had seen it cut and poison the bodies of their prisoners.

"That… that's Bella's knife…" she managed to spew out dazedly.

"Yes, the knife that killed Susan," Potter muttered, scowling, and sheathed the knife underneath his robe. "I've been carrying it ever since. At least the bitch taught me that lesson."

"What… what have you done to her?" Ginny shook in dismay. She felt like she was seconds away from fainting.

Potter looked at her coldly, his lips curling down in disdain. "The same thing I'm going to do to you."