A/N… To all those who reviewed, thank you very much! I feel so much better writing this story when I have people who review and tell me what they like/don't like. So thank you very much, if you took the time out of your busy lives to review this fic. Also, I realized I forgot my disclaimer, so, here goes. Harry Potter and related characters are the property of J.K. Rowling, I do not own them. I am merely borrowing them for use in this fanfic.
Magical Mysticism
Ugh… Ginny was dead tired, as she flung herself onto a sofa in Bill's living room. They had spent all day traveling around, going to different old tombs, and trying to see what was the curse, and how to break it. Without people like Bill, she had learned, all the treasure of the old Egyptian pharaohs would still be in the tombs, and anyone who tried to get it would be cursed.
It really had been fun. She had even managed to snag a piece of gold she'd found in one of the tombs. But Ginny was really looking forward to tomorrow, when she'd be on her own in the neighborhood, while Bill was at work. This would be the perfect place to start "changing" herself, so that when she went home, everyone would see her differently. Maybe then, she'd have some power. Power to make others at school fear her. The younger years did already.
Then she could use some of the magical ability that she knew she had. Why, Tom Riddle himself had told her that she had very strong magic. Right now, Ginny missed him. Missed having someone to talk to, who could understand her aspirations for dark powers. She couldn't very well tell Bill that she hoped to become the next Dark Queen, side by side with Voldemort, whom she thought was her one true love.
The only problem Ginny was having was finding a true Death Eater. One who would take her to Tom, and help initiate her as the Dark Lord's servant. There would be nothing better than to have the coveted Dark Mark, a symbol of her undying love for her soul mate. When she had it, all would be right in her world. She would be feared, respected, and admired.
Pulling herself to her feet, Ginny went and started cooking some food for her, and Bill when he got back. Finding practically nothing in the Muggle-style refrigerator that Bill had, she figured that she'd just have to wait until he got home.
Having nothing better to do, she flipped through some magazines that were on the table. On top were a couple of informational, educational type things. Ginny tossed those aside without so much as a glance. Then, underneath a copy of "Curse-breakers Monthly" there was a copy of the Daily Prophet. Looking at the date, Ginny saw from the date that it was only a few days old. It was one she hadn't read, so she settled down to wait for Bill to get home.
There were a couple of interesting articles, but one that really caught her eye was about Voldemort's, or rather "You-Know-Who's" return to power. Interesting, considering that the majority of the wizarding world believed that he hadn't come back yet. She skimmed the article, and found it to be a very informational read.
"Despite having been banished from power nearly 15 years ago, some Ministry officials are believed to have proof that You-Know-Who has, indeed returned to power. 'We have a Muggle eyewitness who claims to have seen the Dark Mark over the roof of a nearby neighbors house. By the time Ministry workers were allowed at the scene, the Mark had disappeared, although several Muggles were found inside, dead. The cause of death was found to be the Killing Curse."
Ginny smiled. Tom was back. She would find him, and take her rightful place at his side. Too back she was only going to be in her fifth year at Hogwarts; had she been finished, she could leave right now and find him, but as it was, any attempt to use her wand would end up with her in front of the Improper Misuse of Magic office.
That didn't mean her plan to find a Death Eater wouldn't work. It's just now she would have to be careful about selecting the right one. Fortunately, she had one in mind. The one who had been responsible for her introduction to the Dark Lord over five years ago.
Lucius Malfoy
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Back at the Malfoy manner, Draco was preparing for a meeting with his one superior, Voldemort. He wasn't looking forward to it much. It pained Draco to have to refer to the half-dead Mudblood as "master" and "lord". When he was in charge, things would be different. And he would be in charge.
Voldemort may be looking for immortality, but he would not find it. Today, when Draco had the chance, he would kill Voldemort, and take his spot as the ruler of the Dark side. It was a wonderful feeling, knowing that, if everything should go according to plan, he would be the ruler of an entire army of Death Eaters, vampires (whom Voldemort had befriended), Dementor's, and a slew of other "evil" beings. It was intoxicating.
Draco silently dressed in the traditional black robes, with the long hood hanging over his face, allowing him to see without being seen. He was about to Floo to the Riddle House, where "his lord" was currently staying, when he felt the new, stinging pain on his arm. He was being summoned. Storming over to the fireplace, he threw a handful of powder into the roaring element, and stepped in. Calling out "Riddle House", he was immediately taken to the house.
"Wormtail, block of the Floo Network now. It wouldn't do for a ministry worker to find us that easily, would it?" The dark, sadistic voice that Draco knew to be Voldemort's sounded.
"Yes, master." A pitiful, short man bowed to the floor to kiss the hem of Voldemort's robe as it touched the floor, when the Dark Lord stood up from his chair, kicking Wormtail on the way.
"Don't wait to do that, idiot. Go and block the fireplace off!" The voice was calm, but with a hint of urgency. "We don't want to be caught because you made the mistake of waiting so long."
Then, noticing Draco- "Ah. Some intelligence. You do not know how long it has been since I've had someone interesting to talk to, my heir. Come, we will discuss some plans, and your future as a Death Eater. Now, I have invited some of the more…, powerful Death Eaters over, to formally introduce you as my heir. I hope you have no regrets that it wont' be a personal meeting."
"Of course not, my lord." Draco felt his heart sinking. He wouldn't dare kill Voldemort now. Not today, anyway. There were people here, and if they suspected foul play, heir though he may be, it would be his head. Besides, when that happened, who knew who the noble Dark Side would end up having lead it.
The two walked silently into a large room, formerly the Riddles dining room, but now used for meetings. Draco was aware that Wormtail was following them. Draco didn't know about Wormtail's past, or his friendship with James Potter, but it didn't make a difference. He was altogether unworthy of Draco's attention, being a sad, servant, who only dreamed of greatness.
Entering the room, Draco saw the men, all dressed up in black like he was, huddled around a long table, with the head seat and the seat directly right of it free. Voldemort sat down, and began speaking to the assembled.
"I know that I am not infallible. That is why, if I should be fatally injured before I have found the secret to immortality, our great cause needs a leader who will be able to carry on the work started by the most notable and noble Salazar Slytherin. Reviewing my final selections very carefully, I have chosen Draco Malfoy, whom I'm sure you all know. His family has been in this organization for as long as it has existed, and shall remain strongly tied into its leadership. I hereby announce that, should my death be imminent, all my current responsibilities and duties be given to Draco Salazar Malfoy."
The table lingered for a second, then began applauding. Draco felt accepted. He knew that he would have no difficulties when his time came to rule. It would come, he knew. He would make it come.
Draco spent the rest of the time discussing strategies for the upcoming, unavoidable battle with the light side. Dumbledore and Potter were the sides only public supporters, mainly because the Ministry, and the rest of the wizarding world at that, refused to believe that they, Voldemort and his followers, had come back. Draco suppressed a smirk at the thought. Looking around, he knew that when the war for the wizarding world began, he would win.
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"Harry, are you coming?" Ronald Weasley stood outside the door to Number 4 Privet Drive, yelling up the stairs, past a bewildered Vernon Dursley. Ron and his father, Arthur Weasley were here to pick up Harry Potter, and take him back to the Burrow. It had taken forever for Dumbledore to get the proper security around the grounds for Harry to come over, but finally, with nearly a month of summer left, he could visit. So, after borrowing a car from the Ministry, they were here.
Harry was just finishing a letter to Sirius, who was still at large in the Muggle world. Occasionally there would be something on the television about him, and how he was still be searched for. When that happened, Vernon would get very suspicious around Harry, and ask if he'd seen his "godfather" lately. He said the word with such contempt, it was like most referred to You-Know-Who.
Quickly sending Hedwig off with the letter, he lugged his trunk out of the room, and downstairs. Waving a hasty good-bye to the Dursleys, he left the house, grateful that he had only one more summer to spend there. On the ride to the Burrow in the Ministry car, Harry caught up with everything interesting that had been going on in the wizarding world since he'd left. Mainly the topic of choice was Quidditch, as Harry didn't really want to talk about Voldemort right now.
After the car fell into a silence after about 2 straight hours of Chudley Cannons, Mr. Weasley mentioned the recent You-Know-Who attack on the Muggle house. Harry was shocked. So, after a year of lying low, and dodging the Ministry, Voldemort was back, officially. Mr. Weasley, though flinching at the name, agreed.
Ron managed to push back the unpleasant thoughts flooding through Harry's head, by mentioning that Hermione would be arriving tomorrow. Harry, noticing how red Ron's ears were getting, began lightly teasing Ron about it. Ron had liked Hermione since about 2nd year, and still hadn't told her. It was obvious, really, to everyone besides Hermione. And what was even more obvious was that Hermione liked Ron. To everyone except Ron, that is.
Harry, growing silent once more, looked out his window at the scenery passing by the window. So Voldemort was back. The war would be approaching quickly. Who knew what the outcome would be. The Dark side had been gathering support among many pureblooded families. Not just those deeply tied in with the Dark Arts, either, if the rumors Sirius had told him were true.
Sighing to himself, Harry spent the rest of the ride thinking about the upcoming war, and how Voldemort could be defeated. Whatever the way to victory, against those such as the Death Eaters, it would be difficult. And Harry didn't know if he could handle it, the way everyone expected him to.
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