SO! Sorry it took me so long to update.. With the track season winding down, and softball starting up, I've had no time to read any fanfic, let alone write one! Hopefully now I'll have more time, though, soon..

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Magical Mysticism

By Leuca

Chapter 4

Once Ginny had decided upon Lucius Malfoy to bring her to Voldemort, all she had to do was find him. It was one thing to feel in her heart that the Mudbloods deserved death, and that the Dark Lord was the path to greatness, but to actually act upon these feelings, to seek Voldemort out, and use him for power, was another. However, the seed of hope that she may be reunited with Tom had been planted, and Ginny knew she must let it go.

But, how?… Having no other idea, Ginny decided to owl Lucius. Sure, it would be difficult to write, but being here with Bill, she couldn't very well leave, could she? No, that would be too difficult. Better owl first, then begin a correspondence. Yet, what to write.

"Dear Malfoy, take me to your master" sounded weird, too much flattery wouldn't be "dark" enough, and yet, she didn't want to sound very desperate (though, in a way, she was). She found some old scraps of parchment, and a quill, and began to write. After several copies, this is what she came up with.

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy:

I am aware that this request sounds, coming from me, odd. However, I would ask the help of one held so high in esteem by the Dark Lord to help me become one of your noble brethren. I would like to become a Death Eater, and to serve Voldemort as well I can. Please respond quickly with your answer, as there is a sense of urgency about this.

Virginia Weasley."

Rereading, Ginny sighed. The whole thing sounded so fake. Perhaps Malfoy would think her a spy, and her only chance would be shot down the Floo system. Yet, she was willing to take the risk, if it would reunite her with Voldemort. And give her power. She would make everyone rue the day they shunned her, forced her to this path.

So Ginny owled the letter. She spent the rest of the afternoon in her green room at Bill's house, dreaming of what those on the white side would think when they found out about her becoming a Death Eater. She had to become one. She knew she would.

Her brothers, excluding Bill, anyway, would be shocked. Horrified. They would think that she had betrayed him. Well, Ginny thought, I was the one who was betrayed. Those long nights, all by myself, just because everyone was afraid of me. They did not know fear. I'll make them, the Mudblood loving scum.

Bill would understand. He would be sad, question what had happened to turn little sweet Ginny, his beloved sister, to the Dark, but in the end, he would understand. Her parents, on the other hand, would likely lock her up, imprison her. Why shouldn't they? She would be what they were fighting against in this silly war, after all.

And Harry… Harry was just like her brothers. Only he was the one she was really betraying. No matter how much he acted like just a normal guy, she knew that he was the heart and soul of the Light side. By betraying him, what would that say. His own surrogate sister, leaving him for power. Damn you, Potter. Every time Ginny saw his lightening bolt scar, she felt like "Avada-ing" him.

Him and that little Mudblood. Hermione Granger, how Ginny despised her. For being such a plague on the more deserving pure-bloods. For taking away her world, her life. She would be the first to go, when the time came.

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It was nearly a week later when Ginny received a reply from Lucius. It was on a piece of parchment that was charmed, (or cursed, Ginny couldn't tell which) to burst into flames once it was read. Inside though, there was also a Portkey, which didn't turn to flames.

The note only gave a quick answer, telling Ginny to use the Portkey at midnight that very night, and she must be aware of what she was doing. It also instructed her to wear all black robes.

Ginny's breath was caught in her throat. Tonight, she might very well begin what would be the most rewarding time of her life. Her initiation, and hopefully, her first Mudblood killing.

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That night, when Bill was asleep in his room, Ginny threw off the covers to her bed. Underneath, she was wearing her slightly old black robes. They were shabby, and not for the first time had Ginny wished for something nicer. Imagine, showing up to meet the Dark Lord, wearing beaten-up, second hand robes.

It was all she had, though. Soon, along with power, she'd have money. With money, she could afford the finest, and there would be no more crappy, used belongings.

Ginny grabbed onto the Portkey, and waited only a few moments, before she felt a tug on her navel, and felt herself being pulled to her destination. Which, she was reminded when she stepped onto the grounds of an old, abandoned mansion, she didn't know where she was.

She saw a flickering light inside the house, on the second floor, though, and felt compelled to follow it. Inside, she knew she would find the Dark Lord. The house was musty, and old, as though it had been deserted very suddenly. Ginny found a grand staircase right inside the door. Walking up the stairs quickly, she found herself at a door. In the crack under the door, light was pouring out, so Ginny knew she had the right room.

Gathering all her courage about her, she knocked on the door, three times. Waited a second- there! Footsteps, approaching the door. The creaky, old knob being turned, and the door pulled open. Ginny found herself looking up at Lucius Malfoy. His steely gray eyes were searching her face.

"Ah. Ms. Weasley. Do come in, won't you?"

Stepping inside, Ginny took in her surroundings. There was a huge fireplace grate, ablaze with red flames. Facing the fire, and away from her, was a huge armchair, a snake coiled around the leg of the luxurious chair.

From deep inside, familiar voice hissed to Ginny. She knew the sound well. It was the sound of Voldemort, as he had come to her in her dreams. Surely, this was as real as those dreams had seemed. The Dark Lord would turn around, and there would be Tom Riddle facing her, his handsome, 16 year old face shining with the mirth of youth.

In horror, slowly, Ginny realized it would no be so. Not here, anyway. When the creature in the chair turned around, it was not Tom she saw, but a monster, disfigured, and shriveled up. It was all Ginny could do to keep looking at the… the thing!

Red, flat eyes had replaced Tom Riddle's, and a pale complexion, albino almost, had taken away the tan, smooth skin of Ginny's beloved, and only friend. Long, delicate fingers that were so unnatural masked Tom's strong, powerful grip. This can't be happening. Ginny's thoughts reviewed the differences between her lovable, handsome Tom, and this weak monster that stood before her.

As if he could sense her thoughts, Voldemort began to speak, right into her head.

"I know I have changed much, my pet. But I am still the same Tom who befriended you all those years ago. You are still my sweet Virginia, who came back to me, and who shall aid me in my quest for power."

Ginny nodded, submitting to the Dark Lord. "Yes, my lord." In her mind, though, Ginny knew she would never truly serve this half-human. Perhaps she could use it's power, as it had used Tom's, and take over the wizarding world by herself.

"Good, my Virginia. I am happy to see you remember me, from your first year at Hogwarts. I am told by Lucius here, that you wish to join the ranks of the Death Eaters. That is very good."

"Yes, my lord."

"Since I already know you, and have known you for such a long time, and I know that you're loyalties are dedicated to me only, we will begin your initiation ceremony. Tonight you will leave this Riddle House with the Dark Mark on your arm, and on your soul."

Swallowing, Ginny pondered how all of this had taken an awful turn. There was no Tom anymore, just Voldemort, and he was a disappointment to begin with. However, the Dark Mark would be a very useful tool, to eventually conquer the Wizarding world. She would have the support of fellow Death Eaters, and once she killed Voldemort (there was no way around it, she would have to do the fellow in), she could rule.

"I am honored, my lord."

"Excellent. We shall begin. Take off your robe."

This comment frightened Ginny. What was Voldemort going to do? Normally, all that would need to be changed was the left sleeve. Waiting for a second, Voldemort sensed her hesitation, and began to explain.

"As one of my few trusted Death Eaters, you're mark will be on your back. This will distinguish you from others. You may question why you, who hasn't been raised on the Dark Side, is gifted such an honor. I know you, Virginia. I feel you're thoughts. You hate Potter, and the Mudbloods that foul our world. You desire power, and you know the only way through it is me. Such sentiments I admire, and you, who had been like a daughter to me, will be my heir."

Lucius suddenly made a choking noise. Ginny turned to face him, her mind on fire with this new information. It would be easier to take over than she thought, especially being the heiress the Riddle legacy. Malfoy suddenly composed himself, and spoke.

"Surely, my lord, with my son Draco already being your heir, may you never need him, there is no use for another.". Lucius cowered down, expecting to be hurt for standing up for his son's future position in such a manner.

"Ah, Lucius, you're son may be quite powerful, yet even he has met his match here in Virginia. They shall rule together, and share the power over the Wizarding world, in case my quest for immortality should fail. The noble work of Salazar Slytherin will not fall, not while there is such power amongst our side."

Lucius nodded, speechless. His son, to share power with a poor Weasley, pureblood though she may be, was quite a shock. However, he was not stupid enough to attack Ginny, even verbally, in front of the man whom he'd sold his soul to.

"Very well. Let us continue, Virginia, shall we?"

"Yes, master."

The whole rest of the night seemed to be remembered only in snatches in Ginny's mind. Taking off the robe, feeling the white-hot tip of Voldemort's wand tracing across the skin on her back, willing herself not to scream in pain.

Then there was the rite of initiation. A Mudblood was placed in front of her, a young child. He whimpered, as Ginny pulled out her wand. How could he know what was to become of him. Probably to be fed to the snake. Ginny braced for the kill, reminding herself that this was what she was fighting against, poison like this little boy that was taking away from more deserving purebloods.

"Avada Kedavra." Flat, emotionless. Light that resembled lighting in the sky flashed across the room, to hit the boy's body.

Bulls-eye. Square in the chest, the little child's body simply lay on the ground, where it remained, motionless. The snake, sensing the death, slid to the corpse, where it lay, still warm from the pumping blood.

"I shall expect many great things from you, Virginia Weasley." Voldemort hissed. "You shall lead the way into the Wizarding Revolution!"

So… What'd you think? A little plot advancement, to keep things going, I thought. Evil Ginny working for most of you? Do you- Hate it? Loathe it? Like it? Love it? Let me know!!!! I need your input! (but, only if you want to.)

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~Leuca~

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