"Expecting what? For Miss Weasley to betray the order?" Snape was thoroughly confused. Could Dumbledore foretell the future? With a heavy sigh, Albus Dumbledore made his thoughts known.
"Is there any evidence against Miss Weasley that insinuates she has betrayed the orders secrets yet? Because if there is Severus, I ask you to speak now" When Severus remained in a silent frown, Albus continued. "I have been expecting that someone very close to Harry would be temporarily swayed. When Miss Weasley was reported missing, my suspicions were all but confirmed – " Snape interjected,
"Wait? Temporarily swayed? No Albus, I saw her… she has no heart anymore. She has become a callous and cold woman, she shares a bed with the Dark Lord for Christ's sake!" Dumbledore sat in silence, not out of shock, but out of contemplation.
"I realize the gravity of the situation Severus," he said firmly, "however, as I have proven in the past, I believe there is always hope and second chances for everyone." Dumbledore sat in calm silence, letting Snape take in the words. With a severe nod, Snape understood what Dumbledore had meant. He was speaking of Severus himself, who though had once been swayed by the powers of darkness, had been given a second chance, and that had made all the difference.
"We shall need to inform her family at once." It was not a question, but a statement, though it came wavering and hard from Snape's lips. With a glint in his eye, Dumbledore tossed the handful of floo powder into the already stoked fire. Moments later, Arthur and Molly Weasley were on their way to the old man's office.

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            Arthur Weasley was afraid and made no attempt to hide it. Though Dumbledore had said it concerned Ginny, he had not said in which way. The gravity in which Dumbledore had asked them to come only confirmed their worries. Ginny was in harms way. The balding man paced back and forth inside of his worn house, waiting for his anxious wife to be ready. A moment later, Molly Weasley appeared in frayed robes and took his hand. With a slight squeeze of the hand, Molly gave her husband a reassuring nod. Smiling weakly, he disappeared next to her, and a moment later she had also apparated to the village of Hogsmeade…

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            Ginny Weasley sat in the dark bedchamber examining the mark on her arm. The irritation had ceased for the moment, but there was still a dull pain that lingered. Smiling weakly, with a bit of a gulp, she knew what she had done. Meeting two Death Eaters earlier had also confirmed her decision. She did not feel saddened by this, on the contrary, she felt quite elated. Very quickly she was moving up in Voldemort's ring of power. Smirking to herself, she thought back to that afternoon. Snape and Pettigrew had appeared distraught when Tom summoned them. However, one of their faces seemed to relax when they saw that the meeting was one of mere privilege. The other, however, seemed even more unnerved when he saw the woman unmasked. Ginny knew why, this was her potions professor from her school days. Although she had forgotten temporarily about his position as spy, she made no notice of it in front of Tom. For some reason she did no discern this information, nor any of the other secrets the order had hidden. Some unseen force kept her at bay, making her wonder about her own loyalty to Tom. She quickly shook the thought off though, she loved Tom, she merely loved the thought of keeping a secret. Yes, that was it, she concluded…

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"Molly, Arthur, I suggest you take a seat…" Dumbledore looked aged and worn as he offered the two worried parents a seat. He sat like a withered man who had once portrayed the very being of gallantry and glory. Clasping his hands firmly, he waited for them to comply. Once they had, he continued.
"You may have figured out that this has something to do with the whereabouts of your youngest child," he waited for their nods of confirmation, "I have the displeasure of saying that I know full and well where she is." He paused a moment. Mrs. Weasley seemed to be on the brink of tears, Arthur tried in vain to comfort her with a reassuring hand.
"She's, not, with… You-Know-Who, is she Albus?" The balding man asked weakly. The twitch of his lip and the grave look on his face gave the old man away. Choking down a sob, Molly Weasley searched frantically for a handkerchief, Arthur sat in shocked stillness.
"She is, indeed, with Lord Voldemort."
"Albus, w-we must get her back, we have t-to!" Molly sobbed. Looking down at his lap uncomfortably, Albus sighed deeply.
"It has also come to my attention that she is not being held captive-"
"But you just said-"
"Arthur, please hear me out," the older man asked kindly. With a nod, Arthur Weasley complied to his request.
"Miss Weasley is being held there at her own request. It seems she has been initiated into Lord Voldemort's most loyal ban of followers – the Death Eaters." Both the Weasley's went pale as these words came slowly out of Dumbledore's mouth.
"You, you mean to say that our, our little Ginny is one of t-them?" Arthur broke what seemed like an infinite silence.
"Yes," Albus said plainly. His voice betrayed little emotion other then that of tiredness. His eyes, however, gave away the pain he found in saying these things. By this point, Molly Weasley was crying hysterically and not even Arthur's comforting could help.
"Why Albus why? What a disgrace, after all we taught her, why?" Molly managed to choke out. The sparkle had all but left Albus' eye.
"Molly, there is always hope. We don't know anything for certain yet, and until then, we must hope for the best. In the mean time, the Order will need relocating and some other adjustments. I understand that you will need time to accept this, and I offer you my sincerest condolences." The couple looked at Albus' distraught face and nodded. They knew he was being sincere, and they trusted his words. If all they could do was hope, they would place every ounce of hope in Ginny's direction. After all, nothing could be confirmed yet.
"I will see to it that Severus looks into this a little further, until then, I ask you not to distress too much, but to take some much needed rest." Nodding once again, the ashen-faced couple stood up. Offering his hand in a respectful parting, Arthur Weasley shook the old mans hand. Through many tears, the two left the castle in haste.

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            The family took the news as expected. Ron blowing up swearing he'd kill that bloody bastard, the twins sitting in grave silence, Charlie and Bill shedding a few tears for their baby sister, and Molly going completely into hysterics again. Percy was not there. His loyalties to Fudge and to discipline stayed throughout the years, much to the disappointment of the family. Harry and Hermione had also been present for the sad retelling. Harry had said nothing, but inwardly he cursed himself. Hermione went to comfort Ron at once, but it was in vain. He would not be comforted. The state of those in the room only worsened to an acute point when they heard about the initiation. All, however, refused to believe that Ginny had done so of her own will. With much determination, the Weasley family, plus two, decided they wouldn't give up on the girl they had once known and loved…

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            Severus Snape looked down the ice corridor that his feet wandered. He had been sent here on instructions to speak to Miss Weasley. If, in fact, her heart was totally unreachable, this could mean the end to his spying and quite possibly his life. Snape felt he owed it to Dumbledore, however, so he agreed to the fatal mission. His feet paused in front of a heavy wooden door. Moans and other sounds were emitting from inside the room, and with a look of blatant disgust, Severus stepped away cautiously. Waiting just around the corner, he stood counting the minutes. Finally, in what seemed like hours later, Severus heard the thud of the heavy door closing. Waiting for a moment, he turned cautiously to see the retreating back of his former Lord and Master. With a shudder, he crept up to the door. Pushing it open gently, he found himself in a very dark bedchamber. Sounds of running water came from somewhere in the room along with the sounds of shuffling feet.
"Tom?" a female voice called out. Closing the door in a hurry, lest they be overheard, Snape walked to the figure of Ginny Weasley. He could just make out her eyes, squinting in the bad light.
"Professor Snape…" she said, confusion dawning on her.
"Be quiet Miss Weasley, and for the love of God please put something on," he turned away blushing as he realized her nude form. With a little gasp of embarrassment, she slipped into a limp bathrobe, and crossed her arms in frustration.
"What are you doing here? Do you know if he finds you in here that'll be the end of you – " a hand clamped over her rapid mouth.
"I am," he paused slightly, "quite aware of the situation Miss Weasley. I only came to ask you what the hell you think you're doing!" his voice was hushed but hoarse. Feeling a sharp bite on his hand, he released her mouth from its confines.
"The Order already has one spy, so you need pretend no longer. This is MUCH to dangerous a situation for you to be in Miss Weasley, your family is worried sick –" it was she who interrupted this time.
"What makes you think that I am pretending? Do you see the mark on my arm here? Did you hear the sounds coming from this room? Did it really sound like a joke to you?" Snape stepped back aghast. He had expected this of many people at Hogwarts, but never of the silly little girl who once held a crush to Harry Potter. How someone could become so blatantly changed in such little time boggled his mind completely. This had something to do with Potter.
"You had better kill me now Virginia," his voice cold and emotionless. She smirked slightly.
"Why would I do that?" the look of disgust, horror, and confusion that crossed his face was not at all attractive.
"You, you have secrets about me that would do your master much good. You could be his queen with the information you have, if you're going to kill me, I ask you to do it now." He stood proud and fearless, though inside he was really quaking.
"No Professor, I have better uses for you…" her lips curled into a sardonic grin.

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"Occulumency Severus?" Dumbledore asked curiously. With a curt nod, Snape spoke again.
"Yes Headmaster, she said she wanted me to teach her Occulumency…" his face contorted into a half worried and half confused frown. Dumbledore's lip twitched into the faintest of smiles.
"I think, perhaps, Mr. Snape, that my predictions about Miss Weasley are not so far gone as most had thought." The headmaster said nothing further; he merely nodded when his colleague looked at him in an asking way. Biting his lip, Snape excused himself and exited the headmaster's office. The old man knitted his brow in delighted concentration. He had his suspicions about what Miss Weasley was up to, and if any of them proved true, then there would be no denying she was not entirely swayed by Tom Riddle's fancy words, or eloquent promises. No, there was still hope.

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(GINNY POV)

            'Great,' I found myself thinking, 'now my whole damned family knows.' It wasn't so bad that Dumbledore knew, I mean, he was very astute for an older man. He seemed to know just about everything going on in the wizarding world, but then again, that was probably due to his many spies. I don't know why I didn't just kill his git of a spy right then, but something told me, "no, not yet…" So I didn't. I told him instead to teach me Occulumency. I knew it would be a crucial thing to learn if I were to keep his secret from Tom. You're probably thinking, "why keep secrets from Tom?" well, my answer would have to be this: he doesn't love me, he never will, and yet he has me in his hands like his little play toy because he knows of my obsession with him. I want to hold some power over him, and this, this is the best way I know how. Maybe staying with Tom for so long has taught me some tricks of my own. Let me assure you know, however, this means nothing. I merely want the thrill of holding a part of myself back from Tom. The only way I can do that is through Occulumency lessons. It was sort of embarrassing having Snape overhear that previous little encounter, but oh well, it was worth it I suppose. I mean, it's not as if the Death Eaters don't know what Tom and I do behind closed doors. Yet, I still blushed even at the thought of it. There was no way he was going to let this go away unnoticed. I could almost see my family's faces as he told them. But, as soon as the thought came, I brushed it away. What did I care for their opinions anyway? Still, I couldn't help but gulp back a tinge of guilt as I thought of my mother's reaction to all of this. Oh well, sometimes giving up what you knew is better then living a lie…

            In the months that followed, Occulumency lessons went quite well. I think Tommy boy was a bit suspicious though. Oh well, two can play at the bitchy secret game Tom, so get over it. It wasn't surprising to me when I began to feel bitter towards Tom; after all, I had felt that same bitterness towards Harry in months past. I think I was mainly angry that he couldn't, or rather wouldn't, love me the way I intended him to. Oh well, if that's the way it had to be, that's the way it would be. Perhaps the fates were punishing me for some former folly, but either way, it didn't matter to me. I was closer to Tom then I had been in years, and even through my bitterness, I liked it. Anyway, Occulumency lessons progressed quite well, and by the time I had spent a year in that hidden lair, I was a fully-fledged occulumens. I thought to myself how good it would come in handy, boy was I right…

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AUTHORS NOTES:

Thanks for the nice reviews you guys. So maybe there is a little hope for Ginny, but maybe not. After all, she really has go a hardened heart. But, I won't say anything, I'll just warn you now, if you're expecting a happy ever after ending, stop reading now, because that is not going to happen. I will hint about the next chappie, Ginny gets a very unexpected visitor, and does a very unexpected thing. That's all I'm saying… ;-)