Disclaimer: Thanks to my friend Stacy (mysterywriter) I got this idea. So,
hopefully, it isn't too hard to follow. It all belongs to J. K. Rowling,
except the part me and Stacy thought up.
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Chapter 7: The Mark of Evil
The next day, Ginny shopped for her dress, and finally picked out the perfect one. After hours of shopping, she came home to a very comfy bed, and was more then happy to fall asleep on it. As soon as her head his the pillow, dream land swept over her.
She was standing in the cluttered kitchen of the Burrow. All of the Weasley's were crowded around the table, talking and laughing. Joy and happiness filled Ginny. She was home again, surrounded by the people she loved.
"Mum, I've missed you so much." Ginny said, turning her glowing face to Mrs. Weasley. Her mother, who was talking to Bill, didn't even look up when Ginny talked. She continued to chat with Bill. "Mum?" Ginny asked. Mrs. Weasley continued to ignore her. Ginny went to pull on her mother's arm, but her hand went straight through it. She turned, desperately, to Bill and waved her hand in front of his face. Bill didn't even blink.
Ginny hurried over to Harry and said, "Harry, what's going on?" But he continued to laugh and joke with Ron.
Getting frustrated, Ginny glared up toward the heavens and yelled, "Why can't they see me?!"
"Is everyone ready for breakfast?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Everyone nodded, but she looked thoughtful. "Does anyone know where Ginny is?" A smile spread onto Ginny's face. At least they remembered her.
"Here I am, mum." Came a voice Ginny didn't recognize. A girl shorter then her with red hair and blue eyes came running down the stairs.
"Ginny, dear, there you are." Mrs. Weasley smiled, hugging the girl.
"What?" Ginny asked out loud. "But... but I'm your daughter! I'm Ginny!" It suddenly dawned on Ginny, when the girl sat herself between Fred and George, that this was their daughter. This was the Weasley's real daughter. The girl who had died and was replaced with Ginny. Somehow, she had come back, and the real Ginny was completely forgotten.
All of the Weasley brothers were talking and laughing with the new Ginny. They were treating her like an equal, which they never did for Ginny. There was no name calling or yelling with this new Ginny. With the new Ginny, everything was okay. And they were finally one big happy family.
Someone was shaking her...yelling at her to get up.
With a great intake of breath, Ginny awoke to a room filled with Death Eaters. She was sweating and there were traces of tears on her cheeks. She looked around at the black robed figured nervously.
"Get up." One of them barked.
"And put on this." Said another, throwing her a black robe not unlike their own.
"Be downstairs in two minutes." The first one said. As Ginny struggled to untangle herself from her sheets, the Death Eaters left her room, closing the door with a snap behind them. Ginny changed in a few second, and went downstairs. The entire house was dark. It couldn't be long past midnight. The only light, a flickering candle glow, was coming from the parlor. She headed into there, and suddenly wished she hadn't.
All of the furniture had been taken out. The walls were lined with Death Eaters, all wearing the same black cloak as her, but with their hoods up. Ginny moved her hands to put hers up, but a cold hand grabbed her wrist and forced it back to her side. A few candles were floating above their heads. That was when Ginny realized that the reason all of the Death Eaters were pushed against the walls was because there was a big, wooden chair sitting in the middle. It had leather straps by the arms, shoulders, and feet. Voldemort, Lucius, and another Death Eater were standing by it. This chair made Ginny feel like she was going to the electric chair, so she quickly stopped walking. Draco walked up from behind her, gently grabbed her arm, and forced her to proceed toward the wooden chair. She glanced at him, hoping to catch his eye. But both of his gray eyes were focused in front of him, as if he had blinders on. But that didn't stop Ginny from seeing the terror in his face. Plus, the hand that was holding her arm was shaking.
"My child." Voldemort said in what he must have thought was a fatherly voice. But it ended up sounded like the bark of a dog. Ginny and Draco had reached the front, everyone's eyes on them. Draco released her arm, and Voldemort forced her down into the chair. It was very uncomfortable. The wood was splintering, and there were even some scorch marks on it. Ginny shot a fearful look at the people closest to her. Lucius had a very smug look on, Draco was shaking and white, and Voldemort almost looked proud.
"Now that you are to become the new Dark Lord, there is something you have to become first." Voldemort boomed. "A Death Eater." The man who Ginny didn't recognize pulled out what looked a cattle brander, except the poll that held the iron was shorter. A few inches long, at most. At the end of the brander was the Dark Mark, outlined in red-hot iron. Ginny squirmed at the sight of it. She could hear Lucius muffle a laugh with a cough.
Voldemort flicked his wand, and the leather straps that were by Ginny's ankles, wrists, and shoulders all secured themselves tightly around her. She was forced to sit all the way back by the strap that was cutting across her chest. She couldn't move at all, even though she tried with all of her might when the man with the red-hot brander came closer.
"Once this is burned into your arm-" Voldemort said, showing his own Death Mark on the inside of his forearm. "you will be able to signal all of the Death Eaters whenever you please." Ginny silently begged that Voldemort would continue to talk. Anything to delay what was coming. But, with a nod of his head, Voldemort stepped back out of the way.
As the man with the brander came closer, Ginny squirmed as far back in her seat as she could; pushing her back so hard against the back of the chair that she could feel the splinters getting lodged in her skin. She glanced around at the room, hoping that someone would run up and rescue her. But every Death Eater stayed in there spots by the wall, watching Ginny with a hungry gaze. Ginny's fearful eyes darted to Draco. He was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, as if seriously considering saving her from this. He looked so helpless, and just as scared as Ginny felt.
With all of her attention on Draco's features, it was a horrible shock when Ginny's arm felt like it had been lit on fire. She screamed out in pain, and recoiled from the burning iron as much as she could. Every muscle in her body tensed. Ginny balled her hands into fists, her fingernails digging into her palms, and curled her toes. Her chin was touching her chest and her shoulders were up to her ears. But her face showed the most pain. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but tears still managed to find their way through. Her nose was scrunched and she was biting her lip so hard it began to bleed.
The horrible, white-hot pain that was flashing through her system seemed to lessen a bit, and Ginny slowly opened one eye to see if the torture was over. On her arm was the black Dark Mark. Her skin was red around the edges of the mark, and still smoking. Ginny was breathing very fast and gasping for air. She let out a little sob, and could feel warm tears trail down her face. A cold laugh escaped the mouths of every Death Eater in the room.
"What do you think?" The man holding the brander asked, motioning to the newly burned Dark Mark.
"I don't think it's nearly dark enough." Lucius said with a smirk. The man nodded and proceeded to place the glowing iron back on Ginny's tender skin.
An echoing yell of 'no' bounced off of the walls, and everyone froze. But, the voice that screamed in protest wasn't Ginny.
"Stop." Draco demanded, taking a few steps toward Ginny. He held out a shaking hand in front of the man with the brander, telling him not to move. "She's had enough." His face was white and looked scared. It was as if he was the one who was getting burned, instead of Ginny.
The entire room became quite at the sound of Draco's voice. Every eye was on him, most of them were angry, but some more curious.
"What did you say to me?" Lucius asked threateningly. He took a step toward Draco, who didn't back down. Lucius' face was hard as a rock, and he was shaking with furry.
"I told you to stop." Draco said through clenched teeth. Each word was as forceful as a clap of thunder. Lucius, at a lose for words, snapped his head up to Voldemort, silently telling him to straighten this out.
Voldemort didn't even have to speak. He stretched his sun-deprived hand out so that it hovered inches over the Dark Mark on Ginny's arm. He just barely nodded his head, and then retreated from the room. Every Death Eater followed, Lucius more reluctant then the rest. He shot Ginny a very menacing look, and stormed out of the room.
As soon as everyone was out of sight, Draco rushed over to Ginny's side. He pulled out his wand and quickly undid the straps that were keeping Ginny confined to the wooden chair.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked, glancing up at Ginny with concern in his eyes. He then returned his gaze back to her burnt arm.
"I... I think so." Ginny said. Draco waved his wand, and a cloth along with a bowl of cold water appeared. He dipped the cloth into the water, and laid it over the Dark Mark. Ginny winced, and tried to withdraw her arm, but Draco gently grabbed her wrist.
"Why can't we just use magic to heal it?" Ginny asked, biting her lip in an attempt to hold in the pain.
"Because then the Dark Mark would disappear." Draco answered, looking up at Ginny. "I learned that the hard way."
"You've got one too?" Ginny asked, more to distract herself from the pain then anything else.
"Oh, yea." Draco said, rewetting the cloth. "My father wouldn't have it any other way. I got it when I was right out of Hogwarts. But I didn't want to waste my time with stupid muggle remedies for pain, so I used magic. I had to get the Dark Mark done again, and it hurt twice as much as the first time."
"I find that hard to believe." Ginny said, letting out a little whimper of pain when Draco touched a very sensitive spot.
"It'll feel better in a few days." Draco reassured her.
"And these things never come off?" Ginny asked, nodding her head toward the Dark Mark.
"Nope." Draco laughed. "You've got it for life."
Ginny sighed with defeat. The Dark Mark was a reminder that she was a Death Eater. Now, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that it wasn't true, Ginny was now one of them.
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Okay, time for the thank you's.
~kneh13- Yea, I know. Doesn't Narcissa have the worst timing? I mean, if she'd only waited a few more seconds, then we could have had some action. *sigh* I suppose I'll just have to make up for that in later chapters.
~Herbie- Don't you wish all men could be like Draco? I mean, he cooks, he's hot, and he's mysterious. Ginny is one lucky girl.
~mallory- Thank you so much! Yea, isn't Draco such a sweetie? Men should use him as an example and strive to be like him, don't ya think?
~american x dreamer- Thank you! Aren't they cute? Too bad drama has to get in the way :(
~ jack4- "update update update!" I did I did I did! Hope you liked this chapter. I'll update in a week!
~sweetstar3- heehee, you're included in this review too! I'm so happy you like the story! "it's my absolute favorite so far!" :) you make me blush. Thank you so much!
~Hplova4eva- I love your name, heehee, and I'm the same way. I love Harry Potter and couldn't live without it. I'd have nothing to write about! Thank you for the compliments!
~Straycat1- I misted you, heehee, my goal is accomplished! Glad you liked the mushiness. You're so nice to me with the compliments! I like having a personal stalker :) Oh! And thanks so much for reviewing my Friends story and me and Foags' story too! You're so nice, and I love reading your reviews!
~Lacy1- Glad you like it all so far. I was questioning whether to make Narcissa a friend or not, and I just felt so bad for her I had to make her a good person. I mean, who wants to be married to icky Lucius?
~k a w a i i n e s s- So true! Guys are dorks. It just seems that they are unaware of it. I told one of my guy friends that he was a dork one time, and he just looked at me like I was crazy. Must be in denial.
~I'm a bitch your a bitch and we are all bitchy- omg, I love your name! And how true it is. I am a bitch... at least, this week I am...
~Tara-Yo- Fluff is *very* good for the soul. And I love writing it! But, alas, this is also a drama *dramatic sigh*... no no no, I promise I won't kill Ginny off. I'm glad you understood the title tho. When I thought of it, I was (and still am) really into what the character's names mean. Virginia means virgin, and Draco means dragon. So then I remembers those old stories where there's a dragon that will only not attack the village if they sacrifice a virgin to it every year. So I tied that into how the Weasley's gave Ginny to Draco's family, and I came up with Sacrificing a Virgin. So, no, Ginny doesn't die... God, I rambled on for a long time...
~TokyoGal90- Thank you! I hope you like this chapter, even tho it's not nearly as fluffy as the last. I *promise* to update every week, and if it's any later, you'll know I'm dead.
~Foags- heehee, me and my evil ways... I want Tom Felton too! We'll share, just as soon as he flies over to the U. S. and falls for us. Then he can invite Rupert over, and BAM! our story has come to life... yay! You caught my 10 things I hate about you line! I wrote it, and then, after reading over it again, I was like, "why does that line sound so familiar?" It took me a few seconds to be like, "10 things I hate about you!" I've really gotta watch that movie again... anyways, hope colorado's fun!
~Faile6- you think Ginny took the idea of being the next dark lord too well? Really, cause I was worrying that I'd had her complaining about it too much. Don't worry, she'll do something rebellious soon.
~Wizzabee- omg, thank you so much! I haven't read any 'Ginny is Voldie's daughter fics' yet, but I'm glad I did it well. I hope I don't disappoint you with this and up coming chapters.
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Chapter 7: The Mark of Evil
The next day, Ginny shopped for her dress, and finally picked out the perfect one. After hours of shopping, she came home to a very comfy bed, and was more then happy to fall asleep on it. As soon as her head his the pillow, dream land swept over her.
She was standing in the cluttered kitchen of the Burrow. All of the Weasley's were crowded around the table, talking and laughing. Joy and happiness filled Ginny. She was home again, surrounded by the people she loved.
"Mum, I've missed you so much." Ginny said, turning her glowing face to Mrs. Weasley. Her mother, who was talking to Bill, didn't even look up when Ginny talked. She continued to chat with Bill. "Mum?" Ginny asked. Mrs. Weasley continued to ignore her. Ginny went to pull on her mother's arm, but her hand went straight through it. She turned, desperately, to Bill and waved her hand in front of his face. Bill didn't even blink.
Ginny hurried over to Harry and said, "Harry, what's going on?" But he continued to laugh and joke with Ron.
Getting frustrated, Ginny glared up toward the heavens and yelled, "Why can't they see me?!"
"Is everyone ready for breakfast?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Everyone nodded, but she looked thoughtful. "Does anyone know where Ginny is?" A smile spread onto Ginny's face. At least they remembered her.
"Here I am, mum." Came a voice Ginny didn't recognize. A girl shorter then her with red hair and blue eyes came running down the stairs.
"Ginny, dear, there you are." Mrs. Weasley smiled, hugging the girl.
"What?" Ginny asked out loud. "But... but I'm your daughter! I'm Ginny!" It suddenly dawned on Ginny, when the girl sat herself between Fred and George, that this was their daughter. This was the Weasley's real daughter. The girl who had died and was replaced with Ginny. Somehow, she had come back, and the real Ginny was completely forgotten.
All of the Weasley brothers were talking and laughing with the new Ginny. They were treating her like an equal, which they never did for Ginny. There was no name calling or yelling with this new Ginny. With the new Ginny, everything was okay. And they were finally one big happy family.
Someone was shaking her...yelling at her to get up.
With a great intake of breath, Ginny awoke to a room filled with Death Eaters. She was sweating and there were traces of tears on her cheeks. She looked around at the black robed figured nervously.
"Get up." One of them barked.
"And put on this." Said another, throwing her a black robe not unlike their own.
"Be downstairs in two minutes." The first one said. As Ginny struggled to untangle herself from her sheets, the Death Eaters left her room, closing the door with a snap behind them. Ginny changed in a few second, and went downstairs. The entire house was dark. It couldn't be long past midnight. The only light, a flickering candle glow, was coming from the parlor. She headed into there, and suddenly wished she hadn't.
All of the furniture had been taken out. The walls were lined with Death Eaters, all wearing the same black cloak as her, but with their hoods up. Ginny moved her hands to put hers up, but a cold hand grabbed her wrist and forced it back to her side. A few candles were floating above their heads. That was when Ginny realized that the reason all of the Death Eaters were pushed against the walls was because there was a big, wooden chair sitting in the middle. It had leather straps by the arms, shoulders, and feet. Voldemort, Lucius, and another Death Eater were standing by it. This chair made Ginny feel like she was going to the electric chair, so she quickly stopped walking. Draco walked up from behind her, gently grabbed her arm, and forced her to proceed toward the wooden chair. She glanced at him, hoping to catch his eye. But both of his gray eyes were focused in front of him, as if he had blinders on. But that didn't stop Ginny from seeing the terror in his face. Plus, the hand that was holding her arm was shaking.
"My child." Voldemort said in what he must have thought was a fatherly voice. But it ended up sounded like the bark of a dog. Ginny and Draco had reached the front, everyone's eyes on them. Draco released her arm, and Voldemort forced her down into the chair. It was very uncomfortable. The wood was splintering, and there were even some scorch marks on it. Ginny shot a fearful look at the people closest to her. Lucius had a very smug look on, Draco was shaking and white, and Voldemort almost looked proud.
"Now that you are to become the new Dark Lord, there is something you have to become first." Voldemort boomed. "A Death Eater." The man who Ginny didn't recognize pulled out what looked a cattle brander, except the poll that held the iron was shorter. A few inches long, at most. At the end of the brander was the Dark Mark, outlined in red-hot iron. Ginny squirmed at the sight of it. She could hear Lucius muffle a laugh with a cough.
Voldemort flicked his wand, and the leather straps that were by Ginny's ankles, wrists, and shoulders all secured themselves tightly around her. She was forced to sit all the way back by the strap that was cutting across her chest. She couldn't move at all, even though she tried with all of her might when the man with the red-hot brander came closer.
"Once this is burned into your arm-" Voldemort said, showing his own Death Mark on the inside of his forearm. "you will be able to signal all of the Death Eaters whenever you please." Ginny silently begged that Voldemort would continue to talk. Anything to delay what was coming. But, with a nod of his head, Voldemort stepped back out of the way.
As the man with the brander came closer, Ginny squirmed as far back in her seat as she could; pushing her back so hard against the back of the chair that she could feel the splinters getting lodged in her skin. She glanced around at the room, hoping that someone would run up and rescue her. But every Death Eater stayed in there spots by the wall, watching Ginny with a hungry gaze. Ginny's fearful eyes darted to Draco. He was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, as if seriously considering saving her from this. He looked so helpless, and just as scared as Ginny felt.
With all of her attention on Draco's features, it was a horrible shock when Ginny's arm felt like it had been lit on fire. She screamed out in pain, and recoiled from the burning iron as much as she could. Every muscle in her body tensed. Ginny balled her hands into fists, her fingernails digging into her palms, and curled her toes. Her chin was touching her chest and her shoulders were up to her ears. But her face showed the most pain. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but tears still managed to find their way through. Her nose was scrunched and she was biting her lip so hard it began to bleed.
The horrible, white-hot pain that was flashing through her system seemed to lessen a bit, and Ginny slowly opened one eye to see if the torture was over. On her arm was the black Dark Mark. Her skin was red around the edges of the mark, and still smoking. Ginny was breathing very fast and gasping for air. She let out a little sob, and could feel warm tears trail down her face. A cold laugh escaped the mouths of every Death Eater in the room.
"What do you think?" The man holding the brander asked, motioning to the newly burned Dark Mark.
"I don't think it's nearly dark enough." Lucius said with a smirk. The man nodded and proceeded to place the glowing iron back on Ginny's tender skin.
An echoing yell of 'no' bounced off of the walls, and everyone froze. But, the voice that screamed in protest wasn't Ginny.
"Stop." Draco demanded, taking a few steps toward Ginny. He held out a shaking hand in front of the man with the brander, telling him not to move. "She's had enough." His face was white and looked scared. It was as if he was the one who was getting burned, instead of Ginny.
The entire room became quite at the sound of Draco's voice. Every eye was on him, most of them were angry, but some more curious.
"What did you say to me?" Lucius asked threateningly. He took a step toward Draco, who didn't back down. Lucius' face was hard as a rock, and he was shaking with furry.
"I told you to stop." Draco said through clenched teeth. Each word was as forceful as a clap of thunder. Lucius, at a lose for words, snapped his head up to Voldemort, silently telling him to straighten this out.
Voldemort didn't even have to speak. He stretched his sun-deprived hand out so that it hovered inches over the Dark Mark on Ginny's arm. He just barely nodded his head, and then retreated from the room. Every Death Eater followed, Lucius more reluctant then the rest. He shot Ginny a very menacing look, and stormed out of the room.
As soon as everyone was out of sight, Draco rushed over to Ginny's side. He pulled out his wand and quickly undid the straps that were keeping Ginny confined to the wooden chair.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked, glancing up at Ginny with concern in his eyes. He then returned his gaze back to her burnt arm.
"I... I think so." Ginny said. Draco waved his wand, and a cloth along with a bowl of cold water appeared. He dipped the cloth into the water, and laid it over the Dark Mark. Ginny winced, and tried to withdraw her arm, but Draco gently grabbed her wrist.
"Why can't we just use magic to heal it?" Ginny asked, biting her lip in an attempt to hold in the pain.
"Because then the Dark Mark would disappear." Draco answered, looking up at Ginny. "I learned that the hard way."
"You've got one too?" Ginny asked, more to distract herself from the pain then anything else.
"Oh, yea." Draco said, rewetting the cloth. "My father wouldn't have it any other way. I got it when I was right out of Hogwarts. But I didn't want to waste my time with stupid muggle remedies for pain, so I used magic. I had to get the Dark Mark done again, and it hurt twice as much as the first time."
"I find that hard to believe." Ginny said, letting out a little whimper of pain when Draco touched a very sensitive spot.
"It'll feel better in a few days." Draco reassured her.
"And these things never come off?" Ginny asked, nodding her head toward the Dark Mark.
"Nope." Draco laughed. "You've got it for life."
Ginny sighed with defeat. The Dark Mark was a reminder that she was a Death Eater. Now, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that it wasn't true, Ginny was now one of them.
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Okay, time for the thank you's.
~kneh13- Yea, I know. Doesn't Narcissa have the worst timing? I mean, if she'd only waited a few more seconds, then we could have had some action. *sigh* I suppose I'll just have to make up for that in later chapters.
~Herbie- Don't you wish all men could be like Draco? I mean, he cooks, he's hot, and he's mysterious. Ginny is one lucky girl.
~mallory- Thank you so much! Yea, isn't Draco such a sweetie? Men should use him as an example and strive to be like him, don't ya think?
~american x dreamer- Thank you! Aren't they cute? Too bad drama has to get in the way :(
~ jack4- "update update update!" I did I did I did! Hope you liked this chapter. I'll update in a week!
~sweetstar3- heehee, you're included in this review too! I'm so happy you like the story! "it's my absolute favorite so far!" :) you make me blush. Thank you so much!
~Hplova4eva- I love your name, heehee, and I'm the same way. I love Harry Potter and couldn't live without it. I'd have nothing to write about! Thank you for the compliments!
~Straycat1- I misted you, heehee, my goal is accomplished! Glad you liked the mushiness. You're so nice to me with the compliments! I like having a personal stalker :) Oh! And thanks so much for reviewing my Friends story and me and Foags' story too! You're so nice, and I love reading your reviews!
~Lacy1- Glad you like it all so far. I was questioning whether to make Narcissa a friend or not, and I just felt so bad for her I had to make her a good person. I mean, who wants to be married to icky Lucius?
~k a w a i i n e s s- So true! Guys are dorks. It just seems that they are unaware of it. I told one of my guy friends that he was a dork one time, and he just looked at me like I was crazy. Must be in denial.
~I'm a bitch your a bitch and we are all bitchy- omg, I love your name! And how true it is. I am a bitch... at least, this week I am...
~Tara-Yo- Fluff is *very* good for the soul. And I love writing it! But, alas, this is also a drama *dramatic sigh*... no no no, I promise I won't kill Ginny off. I'm glad you understood the title tho. When I thought of it, I was (and still am) really into what the character's names mean. Virginia means virgin, and Draco means dragon. So then I remembers those old stories where there's a dragon that will only not attack the village if they sacrifice a virgin to it every year. So I tied that into how the Weasley's gave Ginny to Draco's family, and I came up with Sacrificing a Virgin. So, no, Ginny doesn't die... God, I rambled on for a long time...
~TokyoGal90- Thank you! I hope you like this chapter, even tho it's not nearly as fluffy as the last. I *promise* to update every week, and if it's any later, you'll know I'm dead.
~Foags- heehee, me and my evil ways... I want Tom Felton too! We'll share, just as soon as he flies over to the U. S. and falls for us. Then he can invite Rupert over, and BAM! our story has come to life... yay! You caught my 10 things I hate about you line! I wrote it, and then, after reading over it again, I was like, "why does that line sound so familiar?" It took me a few seconds to be like, "10 things I hate about you!" I've really gotta watch that movie again... anyways, hope colorado's fun!
~Faile6- you think Ginny took the idea of being the next dark lord too well? Really, cause I was worrying that I'd had her complaining about it too much. Don't worry, she'll do something rebellious soon.
~Wizzabee- omg, thank you so much! I haven't read any 'Ginny is Voldie's daughter fics' yet, but I'm glad I did it well. I hope I don't disappoint you with this and up coming chapters.
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If you want me to e-mail you when I update, just leave your e-mail address in your review. I'd be happy to do it.