SUMMARY: The Burrow is attacked by death eaters and Ginny recieves a power
that she never had before. OotP spoiler.
A/N: Extreme spoilers in here people!!!! Press back button now if you haven't read OotP! This is really a prologue of the real story of some sort. Thank you for reading it! *Gets teary and passes out cookies to the readers*
DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognize, I don't own.
THE SEER
The summer's hottest day was just beginning, and a sleepy silence had consumed the large, erosive Burrow of Ottery St. Catchpole. Ginny Weasley was lying on her stomach in bed, the blankets drawn right over her head like a tent, shielding the blinding sunlight from her eyes, and she had just begun to stir as the devouring sunlight poured in to her bright yellow bedroom. Ginny had planned to sleep late that morning, she felt as though she needed to sleep for a year after what she had been through during her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The year had been a most trying one, as she had to deal with a tyrannical Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Ron learning how to Keep as a Keeper, keeping the secrets of the Order, a cheating boyfriend, an in denial Ministry, Dumbledore's Army, and the death. Of course, as horribly trying as it was for her, she couldn't possibly imagine the thoughts running through the head of the Boy Who Lived, the Announcer of the Second War, Harry Potter himself. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to try and sleep late, to forget everything that had happened during the past few months.
But alas, her last futile attempts to dive in to dreamland had vanquished as she heard the shrill voice of her mother call to her.
"Ginny! Wake up! Come on! I'm going to be leaving very soon!" Mrs.Weasley's voice echoed through her bright and tiny room.
Ginny moaned and sat up in her twin bed, which was extremely small and covered in a pink floral print, she rubbed her eyes and stared tiredly at her mother's round face.
"L-leaving?" Ginny asked in a mid-yawn.
"Yes, dear," Molly said in a rushed tone, "you're Father and I need to do an errand for the Order, we'll try to come back as soon as we can, but in the meantime you and Ron are going to stay here."
"What do you have to do?"
"Ginny, you can not possibly think that I can tell you what we're doing for the Order, you know I've already explained to you and your brothers about a thousand times, regardless of what happened last year, the Order is still the Order and Dumbledore still has the need to keep some certain things secret," her mother said firmly.
"Alright, alright," Ginny said in a disappointed tone, "but just Ron and I? What about Fred and George? Where did they go?"
"They're not here, they're at their shop," she grimaced, "but besides I don't think I would want the both of them to stay here while we're gone, with just you and Ron, and no real supervision, it would be a different story if Bill or Charlie or Per-" her voice caught, and her face flushed while her eyes watered.
"Oh, mum, not now," Ginny said quietly and turned away from her mother's face.
"W-what?" her mother wiped her eyes very quickly, "well, anyways, as I was saying, you and Ron are staying here and I want you to take care of yourselves, alright?"
"Ok mum," said Ginny as her mother pulled her in to a tight hug, and then left the room.
Ginny pulled herself out of her bed and walked over to her little dressing table in the corner of her room, which was very old and rickety, and covered in a chipped white paint, her old rag dolls sat on opposite sides of the mirror, and Ginny stared at the reflection that the mirror produced for her.
The girl staring back in the mirror looked quite older then the one who had stared at it the summer before, she had the same long, curly, firey-red hair, the same smile, the same warm brown eyes, but the few main things that were shown as different within the reflection, were that this girl's appearance was more lady-like and older, her look just seemed to be the prime example of lovely, and this lady did not seem to belong to the room of which she was standing, she looked much more sophisticated, without even putting the effort of trying to look as such, she just was. But Ginny could not see the lady smiling at her in the mirror, she saw what her mind projected for her, a child. She saw the same tired eyes, the same embarrasing red hair, and that same goofy grin, which she always seemed to have whenever she was around her brothers Fred and George, she saw this and nothing more.
Ginny sighed and walked over to her armoire which matched the vanity in the same chipped white paint, and in the same shabby style. She opened the door and pulled out some muggle clothes, and then she walked out of her room and across the hall toward the bathroom and proceeded to do all of the things required of the morning.
When she was done she went back to her room and took one last appraising look at herself in the vanity. She was wearing a suede skirt and a white t- shirt, she looked very pretty and the the little old mirror decided to compliment.
"Quite charming, m'dear," the mirror swooned in a soft feminine voice.
Ginny looked at the mirror with a puzzled face and then after a moment or two she laughed, "Er, thanks."
Ginny's face was smiling as she went down for breakfast. She saw her mum and dad giving last minute instructions to Ron, who looked very exasperated, and kept saying answers like, "Right," or "yeah," or "don't worry."
"-remember Ron, neither of you are to leave the Burrow." Mr. Weasley said finishing up.
"Right, don't worry, we'll be alright," Ron said reassuringly.
"And becareful," Mrs. Weasley said for what seemed the millionth time.
"We'll be fine, just take care of yourselves," and then he hugged the both of them and with a 'Pop' they we're gone.
Ron saw Ginny standing there and said, "Well, I guess it's just us now."
Ginny nodded and the both of them walked in to the kitchen to see that their mother left them some toast for breakfast. Ginny helped herself to some and took a seat at the kitchen table with Ron joining her.
They ate quietly and didn't say anything to each other. This was what had turned in to the norm for them this summer, because since the declaration of the Second War, they just didn't want to talk. Neither of them knew why, it just was, maybe it was because anything they would talk about would be much, much, too trivial, and with the death of Sirius that feeling just seemed to have been heightened, and so they kept silent.
Finally the stillness was broken with the flurry of feathered wings, and both Ginny and Ron looked up to see Harry's snowy owl above them with a letter attached to her leg. She landed on the table and Ron hurriedly untied the letter from Hedwig's leg, he read the letter in record speed and shoved it in to his pocket, his face angered and flushed.
"Those stupid muggles!" Ron snarled, "don't they have any moral dignity at all?! Can't they tell what kind of state Harry's in? That he doesn't need them added to his problems!"
"Why? What happened?" asked Ginny worriedly.
But Ron just shook his head and turned to his little sister.
"I'm going to go and get him," he said with a firm fidelity.
"What?!? Ron, mum and dad, you know what they said -" said Ginny, now even more worried.
"It doesn't matter I'm going!" he said while running to his room.
"RON! You are not! You can't!" she yelled while following him.
Ron was holding his Cleansweep in his hand, "I'll try to come back with him as soon as possible."
"I'm coming with you, then!"
"No, you are not, you're too-" he said but was cut off.
Ginny roared at him, "I AM NOT TOO YOUNG! WE'VE ALREADY GONE OVER THIS BEFORE!"
Ron frowned, but stayed calm, "Someone has to stay here and watch for mum and dad, in case they decide to drop in to check on us with the fire place, what are they going to say when no one's here? You HAVE to stay here."
"SO! It won't matter, you're not going to be here anyway! What if they ask to see you?!"
"You can cover for me! Lie! Do something! I don't care!" Ron threw his arms up very exasperated.
"Just let me come with you!" she said now with a little despair in her voice.
"Ginny, no!" and with that Ron ran away from her and flew out the open window of his room.
Ginny would have ran to her room, grabbed her broom, and followed him if she could, but he was already gone so far, and she didn't know the way to Harry's house, as Ron did. She couldn't even see him anymore.
Ginny was so angry, her face became a bright shade of crimson and she looked down at the floor to Ron's orange carpet, she saw a few Chudley Cannons figurines. The little quidditch men stared up at her in horror. Ginny raised her foot and kicked them as hard as she could. They flew up and hit the bright orange wall with a crash, they screamed in horror as their little plastic limbs fell off and one had his head ricochet off the wall and fly all the way to the other corner of the room. It was a very pitiful sight as they cried and moaned and begged for mercy from Ginny.
Ginny, however, did not pay any attention to the little men, she stomped out of Ron's room and slammed the door.
It seemed to have been about a half an hour since Ron left and Ginny was worried. She paced the living room, thinking of dreadful things that might happen to Ron and Harry. She gulped and sank in to one of the couches, her head buried in her hands.
It was fifteen minutes later and Ginny began to pace the living room again, she looked up at the Weasley Family Clock, and then frowned in puzzlement. (A/N: I'm not sure, but I guess I still think Percy is considered a 'Weasley' even if he did leave the family, so, erm) Mr. Weasley's, Mrs. Weasley's, Bill's, Charlie's, Percy's, Fred's and George's hands on the clock all pointed at 'work', respectively, Ron's hand pointed at 'gone', but the odd thing was that Ginny's hand was half-way from 'home' and 'mortal peril'. Ginny did not understand this at all and then she heard someone yell.
"MORSMORDRE!"
The Burrow seemed to shake under Ginny's feet and then she knew, she knew what was happening.
"Death Eaters," she whispered.
(A/N: I thought about ending it here, but then I thought that would be mean)
Ginny ran to the kitchen hoping that maybe she could get out of the house through the back door, but when she peered through the window, she knew if she left the house she would certainly be dead. The sign of You-Know-Who's dark mark emblazoned the sky almost brighter then the sun, giving the sky an emerald tinge, and under it stood about a half a dozen laughing death eaters all of who had perfect vision to the front and back doors. Their laughter and voices echoed throughout and Ginny had no trouble hearing what they had to say.
"-today is just bordering on being one of the best days of my life," a cackling Lucius Malfoy sneered.
"Well, today isn't about you Lucius, today will be the first attack that the heir of our Dark Lord shall be partaking in! One of the most joyous days of our servitude to witness!" grinned an extremely happy woman with long dark hair, who Ginny recognized as being Bellatrix Lestrange, the murderer of Sirius and the torurer of Neville's parents.
But Ginny didn't stick around to listen to the rest of their conversation; she was already running. She didn't know where she was running; she knew she couldn't go outside without being seen, so she decided to go up as high in the house as she could. She ran up the stairs as fast as her legs could take her, and then looked down the hallway to see where she would go to next. Ginny didn't know where she should go next, but she could already hear things crashing to the floor and shattering to the ground on the first floor. The yells of blasting curses and braking charms informed her that her home was being destroyed, but there was no time for her to dwell on that, and she decided to go in to the attic where the family ghoul resided.
The attic was tight and cramped, and old belongings from centuries before cluttered the space. The ghoul looked shocked to see Ginny there and began to wail and scream, but Ginny didn't care. She dove behind what looked like to be an old, gigantic, Wizarding Wireless and beside that was a broken desk. Ginny was well covered, but she knew that wouldn't matter because the Death Eaters would probably still find her, still torture her, still *kill* her, but maybe, maybe there was a tiniest chance, a sliver of hope that they wouldn't come to find her.
Ginny kept quiet, and listened to the shouts below her.
"-I thought you said this house would have Harry Potter in it with those mudblood lovers! I didn't come here to redecorate for them Lucius!"
"This house is always infested with those weasel mudblood lovers! I don't know why their not here today!"
"The heir of our DARK LORD is supposed to be basking in the glory of destruction for the FIRST TIME, AND YOU CAN'T EVEN FIND A PROPER HOUSE FOR US TO ATTACK!!!"
Ginny heard the sound of more glass shattering, but then there was a creak of a door opening and Ginny could see a new shadow in the attic.
The cloaked figure that had walked in to the attic was very calm and tranquil as it walked around. It stopped before a shattered mirror and pulled down the hood of its cloak, and Ginny could just make out the person's features.
It was a thin, green eyed, young man, with very well-kept, smooth, black hair; he had a slightly annoyed and exasperated look, and he looked exactly like, like the person who had possessed Ginny in her first year, but it wasn't him, it wasn't Tom, Ginny knew that because those eyes, those eyes were not Tom's eyes, Tom's eyes were the eyes of a hunter ready to kill, so gray and cold were Tom's eyes, and this man's eyes were warm green ones, who looked as though he didn't belong, who looked as though he would rather be doing anything but wearing a Death Eater cloak and seeking to hurt another.
But what Ginny didn't know was that the man could see her in the mirror, he could see her huddled behind the desk, very scared and alone. The man started to edge towards her, and Ginny held on to the desk, knowing that this was it, this was the end. And then with a shocked gasp from Ginny, the man pulled her up and out of her sitting position by her arms. Ginny was shaking, trembling in his grasp, as if she were staring at death in the face.
"What is your name?" the man said as if they were making idle chit-chat about the weather.
"G-g-ginny W-weasley," Ginny manged to get out.
The man gave a warm smile, and Ginny thought he was mad, "My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle the Third, Heir of the Dark Lord Voldemort, the New Heir of Slytherin, but -- you can just call me Marvolo. You're not frightened of me are you?"
Ginny could not seem to comprehend him, "F-frightened? Aren't y-you g-going to k-kill me?"
The man scratched his chin and contemplated this for a moment, "Well, I'm supposed to, and I'm supposed to enjoy it too, well at least that's what everyone tells me, but - I won't kill you if you promise me something."
"W-what?"
"Well, maybe I should explain before I ask, you see, because of my father I get everything I can possibly want, anything really, well anything that can be bought or brought about by magic, but there is something that he can't just give me, he doesn't even have them himself, and that guy, what's his name, hmm," he tapped his chin, "Harry Potter is it? Yes, yes, Harry Potter's his name, he has tons of them."
"T-tons of w-what?"
"Friends, of course. So I really just want one of those too, but you can't just magick a friend to life, and it's not like you can buy one, so if you promise me your friendship, I won't kill you."
Ginny thought about this for a moment and then wondered if she was hearing correctly, did the son of You-know-who just ask her to be his friend? She couldn't believe it, but then again, she knew she didn't really have anything to lose, and so.
"Alright," said Ginny
Marvolo grinned, and then whispered, "Great, I won't kill you then, but I have to make it as though you *are* dead, but you wont be, don't worry," he said when he saw the look on her face, "I'll just have to make it as though it *seems* like you are, because, well, I am the son of the Dark Lord, of course, and I have to have this reputation, and yada, yada, yada, I would explain, but I really don't feel like spending Christmas in your attic, and besides because you are my *first* friend ever you'll receive a gift, well-- sort of."
"W-what do y-you mean a gift?"
But Marvolo had already raised his wand, mumbled a few jumbled words, a green light appeared, and then everything went black.
(A/N: I'll continue if you review, so please do, *sighs* even if you hate it, oh and the title will make more sense later)
A/N: Extreme spoilers in here people!!!! Press back button now if you haven't read OotP! This is really a prologue of the real story of some sort. Thank you for reading it! *Gets teary and passes out cookies to the readers*
DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognize, I don't own.
THE SEER
The summer's hottest day was just beginning, and a sleepy silence had consumed the large, erosive Burrow of Ottery St. Catchpole. Ginny Weasley was lying on her stomach in bed, the blankets drawn right over her head like a tent, shielding the blinding sunlight from her eyes, and she had just begun to stir as the devouring sunlight poured in to her bright yellow bedroom. Ginny had planned to sleep late that morning, she felt as though she needed to sleep for a year after what she had been through during her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The year had been a most trying one, as she had to deal with a tyrannical Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Ron learning how to Keep as a Keeper, keeping the secrets of the Order, a cheating boyfriend, an in denial Ministry, Dumbledore's Army, and the death. Of course, as horribly trying as it was for her, she couldn't possibly imagine the thoughts running through the head of the Boy Who Lived, the Announcer of the Second War, Harry Potter himself. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to try and sleep late, to forget everything that had happened during the past few months.
But alas, her last futile attempts to dive in to dreamland had vanquished as she heard the shrill voice of her mother call to her.
"Ginny! Wake up! Come on! I'm going to be leaving very soon!" Mrs.Weasley's voice echoed through her bright and tiny room.
Ginny moaned and sat up in her twin bed, which was extremely small and covered in a pink floral print, she rubbed her eyes and stared tiredly at her mother's round face.
"L-leaving?" Ginny asked in a mid-yawn.
"Yes, dear," Molly said in a rushed tone, "you're Father and I need to do an errand for the Order, we'll try to come back as soon as we can, but in the meantime you and Ron are going to stay here."
"What do you have to do?"
"Ginny, you can not possibly think that I can tell you what we're doing for the Order, you know I've already explained to you and your brothers about a thousand times, regardless of what happened last year, the Order is still the Order and Dumbledore still has the need to keep some certain things secret," her mother said firmly.
"Alright, alright," Ginny said in a disappointed tone, "but just Ron and I? What about Fred and George? Where did they go?"
"They're not here, they're at their shop," she grimaced, "but besides I don't think I would want the both of them to stay here while we're gone, with just you and Ron, and no real supervision, it would be a different story if Bill or Charlie or Per-" her voice caught, and her face flushed while her eyes watered.
"Oh, mum, not now," Ginny said quietly and turned away from her mother's face.
"W-what?" her mother wiped her eyes very quickly, "well, anyways, as I was saying, you and Ron are staying here and I want you to take care of yourselves, alright?"
"Ok mum," said Ginny as her mother pulled her in to a tight hug, and then left the room.
Ginny pulled herself out of her bed and walked over to her little dressing table in the corner of her room, which was very old and rickety, and covered in a chipped white paint, her old rag dolls sat on opposite sides of the mirror, and Ginny stared at the reflection that the mirror produced for her.
The girl staring back in the mirror looked quite older then the one who had stared at it the summer before, she had the same long, curly, firey-red hair, the same smile, the same warm brown eyes, but the few main things that were shown as different within the reflection, were that this girl's appearance was more lady-like and older, her look just seemed to be the prime example of lovely, and this lady did not seem to belong to the room of which she was standing, she looked much more sophisticated, without even putting the effort of trying to look as such, she just was. But Ginny could not see the lady smiling at her in the mirror, she saw what her mind projected for her, a child. She saw the same tired eyes, the same embarrasing red hair, and that same goofy grin, which she always seemed to have whenever she was around her brothers Fred and George, she saw this and nothing more.
Ginny sighed and walked over to her armoire which matched the vanity in the same chipped white paint, and in the same shabby style. She opened the door and pulled out some muggle clothes, and then she walked out of her room and across the hall toward the bathroom and proceeded to do all of the things required of the morning.
When she was done she went back to her room and took one last appraising look at herself in the vanity. She was wearing a suede skirt and a white t- shirt, she looked very pretty and the the little old mirror decided to compliment.
"Quite charming, m'dear," the mirror swooned in a soft feminine voice.
Ginny looked at the mirror with a puzzled face and then after a moment or two she laughed, "Er, thanks."
Ginny's face was smiling as she went down for breakfast. She saw her mum and dad giving last minute instructions to Ron, who looked very exasperated, and kept saying answers like, "Right," or "yeah," or "don't worry."
"-remember Ron, neither of you are to leave the Burrow." Mr. Weasley said finishing up.
"Right, don't worry, we'll be alright," Ron said reassuringly.
"And becareful," Mrs. Weasley said for what seemed the millionth time.
"We'll be fine, just take care of yourselves," and then he hugged the both of them and with a 'Pop' they we're gone.
Ron saw Ginny standing there and said, "Well, I guess it's just us now."
Ginny nodded and the both of them walked in to the kitchen to see that their mother left them some toast for breakfast. Ginny helped herself to some and took a seat at the kitchen table with Ron joining her.
They ate quietly and didn't say anything to each other. This was what had turned in to the norm for them this summer, because since the declaration of the Second War, they just didn't want to talk. Neither of them knew why, it just was, maybe it was because anything they would talk about would be much, much, too trivial, and with the death of Sirius that feeling just seemed to have been heightened, and so they kept silent.
Finally the stillness was broken with the flurry of feathered wings, and both Ginny and Ron looked up to see Harry's snowy owl above them with a letter attached to her leg. She landed on the table and Ron hurriedly untied the letter from Hedwig's leg, he read the letter in record speed and shoved it in to his pocket, his face angered and flushed.
"Those stupid muggles!" Ron snarled, "don't they have any moral dignity at all?! Can't they tell what kind of state Harry's in? That he doesn't need them added to his problems!"
"Why? What happened?" asked Ginny worriedly.
But Ron just shook his head and turned to his little sister.
"I'm going to go and get him," he said with a firm fidelity.
"What?!? Ron, mum and dad, you know what they said -" said Ginny, now even more worried.
"It doesn't matter I'm going!" he said while running to his room.
"RON! You are not! You can't!" she yelled while following him.
Ron was holding his Cleansweep in his hand, "I'll try to come back with him as soon as possible."
"I'm coming with you, then!"
"No, you are not, you're too-" he said but was cut off.
Ginny roared at him, "I AM NOT TOO YOUNG! WE'VE ALREADY GONE OVER THIS BEFORE!"
Ron frowned, but stayed calm, "Someone has to stay here and watch for mum and dad, in case they decide to drop in to check on us with the fire place, what are they going to say when no one's here? You HAVE to stay here."
"SO! It won't matter, you're not going to be here anyway! What if they ask to see you?!"
"You can cover for me! Lie! Do something! I don't care!" Ron threw his arms up very exasperated.
"Just let me come with you!" she said now with a little despair in her voice.
"Ginny, no!" and with that Ron ran away from her and flew out the open window of his room.
Ginny would have ran to her room, grabbed her broom, and followed him if she could, but he was already gone so far, and she didn't know the way to Harry's house, as Ron did. She couldn't even see him anymore.
Ginny was so angry, her face became a bright shade of crimson and she looked down at the floor to Ron's orange carpet, she saw a few Chudley Cannons figurines. The little quidditch men stared up at her in horror. Ginny raised her foot and kicked them as hard as she could. They flew up and hit the bright orange wall with a crash, they screamed in horror as their little plastic limbs fell off and one had his head ricochet off the wall and fly all the way to the other corner of the room. It was a very pitiful sight as they cried and moaned and begged for mercy from Ginny.
Ginny, however, did not pay any attention to the little men, she stomped out of Ron's room and slammed the door.
It seemed to have been about a half an hour since Ron left and Ginny was worried. She paced the living room, thinking of dreadful things that might happen to Ron and Harry. She gulped and sank in to one of the couches, her head buried in her hands.
It was fifteen minutes later and Ginny began to pace the living room again, she looked up at the Weasley Family Clock, and then frowned in puzzlement. (A/N: I'm not sure, but I guess I still think Percy is considered a 'Weasley' even if he did leave the family, so, erm) Mr. Weasley's, Mrs. Weasley's, Bill's, Charlie's, Percy's, Fred's and George's hands on the clock all pointed at 'work', respectively, Ron's hand pointed at 'gone', but the odd thing was that Ginny's hand was half-way from 'home' and 'mortal peril'. Ginny did not understand this at all and then she heard someone yell.
"MORSMORDRE!"
The Burrow seemed to shake under Ginny's feet and then she knew, she knew what was happening.
"Death Eaters," she whispered.
(A/N: I thought about ending it here, but then I thought that would be mean)
Ginny ran to the kitchen hoping that maybe she could get out of the house through the back door, but when she peered through the window, she knew if she left the house she would certainly be dead. The sign of You-Know-Who's dark mark emblazoned the sky almost brighter then the sun, giving the sky an emerald tinge, and under it stood about a half a dozen laughing death eaters all of who had perfect vision to the front and back doors. Their laughter and voices echoed throughout and Ginny had no trouble hearing what they had to say.
"-today is just bordering on being one of the best days of my life," a cackling Lucius Malfoy sneered.
"Well, today isn't about you Lucius, today will be the first attack that the heir of our Dark Lord shall be partaking in! One of the most joyous days of our servitude to witness!" grinned an extremely happy woman with long dark hair, who Ginny recognized as being Bellatrix Lestrange, the murderer of Sirius and the torurer of Neville's parents.
But Ginny didn't stick around to listen to the rest of their conversation; she was already running. She didn't know where she was running; she knew she couldn't go outside without being seen, so she decided to go up as high in the house as she could. She ran up the stairs as fast as her legs could take her, and then looked down the hallway to see where she would go to next. Ginny didn't know where she should go next, but she could already hear things crashing to the floor and shattering to the ground on the first floor. The yells of blasting curses and braking charms informed her that her home was being destroyed, but there was no time for her to dwell on that, and she decided to go in to the attic where the family ghoul resided.
The attic was tight and cramped, and old belongings from centuries before cluttered the space. The ghoul looked shocked to see Ginny there and began to wail and scream, but Ginny didn't care. She dove behind what looked like to be an old, gigantic, Wizarding Wireless and beside that was a broken desk. Ginny was well covered, but she knew that wouldn't matter because the Death Eaters would probably still find her, still torture her, still *kill* her, but maybe, maybe there was a tiniest chance, a sliver of hope that they wouldn't come to find her.
Ginny kept quiet, and listened to the shouts below her.
"-I thought you said this house would have Harry Potter in it with those mudblood lovers! I didn't come here to redecorate for them Lucius!"
"This house is always infested with those weasel mudblood lovers! I don't know why their not here today!"
"The heir of our DARK LORD is supposed to be basking in the glory of destruction for the FIRST TIME, AND YOU CAN'T EVEN FIND A PROPER HOUSE FOR US TO ATTACK!!!"
Ginny heard the sound of more glass shattering, but then there was a creak of a door opening and Ginny could see a new shadow in the attic.
The cloaked figure that had walked in to the attic was very calm and tranquil as it walked around. It stopped before a shattered mirror and pulled down the hood of its cloak, and Ginny could just make out the person's features.
It was a thin, green eyed, young man, with very well-kept, smooth, black hair; he had a slightly annoyed and exasperated look, and he looked exactly like, like the person who had possessed Ginny in her first year, but it wasn't him, it wasn't Tom, Ginny knew that because those eyes, those eyes were not Tom's eyes, Tom's eyes were the eyes of a hunter ready to kill, so gray and cold were Tom's eyes, and this man's eyes were warm green ones, who looked as though he didn't belong, who looked as though he would rather be doing anything but wearing a Death Eater cloak and seeking to hurt another.
But what Ginny didn't know was that the man could see her in the mirror, he could see her huddled behind the desk, very scared and alone. The man started to edge towards her, and Ginny held on to the desk, knowing that this was it, this was the end. And then with a shocked gasp from Ginny, the man pulled her up and out of her sitting position by her arms. Ginny was shaking, trembling in his grasp, as if she were staring at death in the face.
"What is your name?" the man said as if they were making idle chit-chat about the weather.
"G-g-ginny W-weasley," Ginny manged to get out.
The man gave a warm smile, and Ginny thought he was mad, "My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle the Third, Heir of the Dark Lord Voldemort, the New Heir of Slytherin, but -- you can just call me Marvolo. You're not frightened of me are you?"
Ginny could not seem to comprehend him, "F-frightened? Aren't y-you g-going to k-kill me?"
The man scratched his chin and contemplated this for a moment, "Well, I'm supposed to, and I'm supposed to enjoy it too, well at least that's what everyone tells me, but - I won't kill you if you promise me something."
"W-what?"
"Well, maybe I should explain before I ask, you see, because of my father I get everything I can possibly want, anything really, well anything that can be bought or brought about by magic, but there is something that he can't just give me, he doesn't even have them himself, and that guy, what's his name, hmm," he tapped his chin, "Harry Potter is it? Yes, yes, Harry Potter's his name, he has tons of them."
"T-tons of w-what?"
"Friends, of course. So I really just want one of those too, but you can't just magick a friend to life, and it's not like you can buy one, so if you promise me your friendship, I won't kill you."
Ginny thought about this for a moment and then wondered if she was hearing correctly, did the son of You-know-who just ask her to be his friend? She couldn't believe it, but then again, she knew she didn't really have anything to lose, and so.
"Alright," said Ginny
Marvolo grinned, and then whispered, "Great, I won't kill you then, but I have to make it as though you *are* dead, but you wont be, don't worry," he said when he saw the look on her face, "I'll just have to make it as though it *seems* like you are, because, well, I am the son of the Dark Lord, of course, and I have to have this reputation, and yada, yada, yada, I would explain, but I really don't feel like spending Christmas in your attic, and besides because you are my *first* friend ever you'll receive a gift, well-- sort of."
"W-what do y-you mean a gift?"
But Marvolo had already raised his wand, mumbled a few jumbled words, a green light appeared, and then everything went black.
(A/N: I'll continue if you review, so please do, *sighs* even if you hate it, oh and the title will make more sense later)
