Thanks to my reviewers, and thanks to the suggestions I received. I do plan to let evil win in this fic, so if you are expecting a sudden change of heart, don't think you'll find it here.

I don't own any rights to Harry Potter.

Magical Mysticism

Chapter 5

The next morning, Ginny got up with a smirk on her face. Today would be not just another day. Today she was going to have a little fun in her new position.

Perhaps a little fun in Muggle Cairo, finding Mudbloods, and killing them, leaving twisted crime scenes that the… pleasemen, or whatever they were called, could never figure out. So Ginny got up, showered, and got dressed, looking forward to her day.

Last night had been wonderful. Deciding that she didn't need Voldemort was a wonderful feeling. Now she could be free, and powerful. In the meantime, she could play her little role of servitude well, as she was quite used to it.

When she went into the kitchen, Bill was still there, reading the Daily Prophet. Ginny didn't know what to do, what happened if he started questioning where she was going. She sat down, with a polite "Good Morning, Bill. Pass the toast, please."

Bill just looked at her, a fearful look in his eyes. Ginny's gaze traveled down from his face to the headline of the article. "Muggle-born child found dead: Death Eater activity expected". There was a picture. It was the helpless little boy she had killed yesterday. The same kid whom she had calmly killed, was on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Silently, Ginny felt pleased. The 'Death Eater activity' meant that she really was one of them… Yet still, under Voldemort. For now, anyways.

"They killed a little kid, Gin. Those people are sick."

"Yeah. Who would do that?" Ginny tried to make her voice questioning, almost saddened. She played her part pretty well, for Bill seemed not to notice the sudden spark in her eye. Of course she knew who would do that. Someone who was interested in the good of the wizarding world, obviously.

"Well, I'd better be off to work. We'll be breaking curses in a local cave, so expect me home a little earlier than usual today. Stay out of trouble, and stay safe, ok?" Bill had a protective, older brother look in his eye, that Ginny knew not to protest to.

"Bye, Bill."

He apparated away, and was gone.

When Ginny was sure that Bill was gone for good, she put her black Death Eater robes on that she had been given last night. They were quite beautiful, a rich and dark black that seemed to be a piece of the sky cut out, and made into fabric.

The hood, when pulled up over her head, hid her masses of auburn hair, and allowed no part of her face to be shown. She could see out clearly, however, due to a clever charm.

Then, using the new "portable Portkey", that transfigured whenever needed, she left Bill's apartment, and headed to a small, closed shop in downtown Cairo, where she was meeting her "trainer".

Normally, Death Eaters, when initiated, were well versed in the Dark Arts, but, in Ginny's case, she had been assigned someone to train her in these areas. All that she had been told was that the Death Eater ranked as high as she did, and could help her in her training. So, Ginny looked around the small shop, and waited for the mysterious man to arrive. It turned out she didn't have to wait very long.

"Ah. Nice to see you showed up."

The voice from the back of the shop startled Ginny, but she didn't let it show. The drawl seemed familiar, and when Ginny turned around to face the silver-haired Draco Malfoy, she wasn't surprised.

"I had to wait until my brother left."

"Don't make excuses. Accept the fact that you were late, and take your punishment. The Dark Lord doesn't like excuses."

"Sorry." Ginny replied, after being put in her place.

"The Dark Lord also does not like apologies. Do not make any mistakes, and you can avoid much pain." Draco's silver eyes, so like, and yet unlike Lucius' were flashing. They somehow gave Ginny the impression of someone who knew what he was talking about, due to much experience.

"Yes."

"It surprised me very much, Virginia, to learn that you had finally seen the light. Or, should I say, the Dark. It was very courageous, to leave you're family and Potter to come to your senses. Very courageous, and wise." The remark was almost condescending, as though Draco still somehow doubted Ginny's motives. Remembering that, she was in fact, equal in power to Draco, she began to speak, as well.

"I thought you had come to instruct me in some of the finer points of the Dark Arts, and not to accuse me of being a traitor. If Voldemort himself,", and here Draco looked up, as if surprised she'd said the name, "trusts me enough to name me his heiress, you should, too."

"I was aware that I'd be sharing the throne of the Wizarding world with you, should anything happen to the Dark Lord, but I was unaware of how… close you two were."

Draco seemed to be testing her. Ginny thought for a moment. Here she had a choice- either to trust Draco about her true feelings about Voldemort, or to play the part of a loyal servant, content to stay behind.

Well, Ginny thought, she hadn't made it here by being cautious. She might as well risk everything, and gain a possible ally.

"Actually Draco," she said, seductively purring over his name, "I had a different opinion about what we could do.. Together."

"Errr… What would that be, Virginia." Draco looked semi-uncomfortable. Ginny decided to continue, before some thoughts were placed in his head.

"We both desire power. To be a Death Eater is to desire power, correct? Together, we are Voldemort's heirs. Let's say that something should happen to him, before he gains immortality. We, together would inherit all that power, and the Wizarding world. Why should we not. Are we both not purebloods? We can overcome that half-blood easily, together. The whole world will soon learn to fear us, together."

Listening to this speech, Draco had been silent. Now, after a heartbeat, he began to speak.

"We do truly seem to think alike, do we not, Virginia? I was about to suggest the same plan of attack. I think that we should strike soon, when the time is right. I have already been named his heir. At the annual Death Eater December meeting, he will announce you. The only reason he is waiting so long to make it public is because of the training. Once you are trained, there is no stopping him from announcing his formal plans. However, we need details right now. We cannot kill him outright. The Death Eaters would stop that. I believe that, using Wormtail, the weak-minded fool, and the Imperious, we can accomplish our goals."

The plan was perfect. Wormtail was loyal, but weak. Under the Imperious, he would kill Voldemort, who would still be mortal. Then, the two heirs would take power over everything. Ginny decided to take the offers.

"I agree. But you must promise never to betray me, and I you. You must take a Wizards Agreement upon it. I will do the same."

"Very well."

A Wizards Agreement was a spell, of a kind. A verbal agreement to certain terms, that if broken, would result in death to the offender. They would be linked forever because of this agreement, and it could not be broken out of.

So the spell was cast. Draco used a different wand than he normally did. When Ginny asked why, he told her that it was immune to the "under aged magic" tracers that the Ministry used to keep track of the Hogwarts students. So they made their agreement. Voldemort would fall, and together they would rule the world.

After such petty matters were taken care of, Ginny and Draco returned to the initial reason they both were at the small shop, Ginny's training.

Draco led Ginny down a dark staircase that was concealed in the back of the shop. From there, a small tunnel's walk away was a huge, cavernous workshop, filled with bookcases, cauldrons, and what seemed to be priceless Dark artifacts. Ginny and Draco spent the time reading about and brewing potions that would be helpful in some… situations Death Eaters might find themselves in.

First there was an Invisibility potion, that rendered the drinker invisible for an hour. Then several healing potions, and some poisons. It was not very difficult for Ginny, who excelled at Potions, despite her house.

In fact, she was one of Snape's favorites, though he'd probably eat Bubotuber pus before he'd admit it. But truthfully, she was quite gifted in the art, and was finished brewing and bottling quickly. Draco had been watching her, and observed her skills, although he said nothing.

After the skills she had at Potion making had been dutifully observed, the rest of the time in the workshop was spent reading out of the vast library of Dark curses, and the Dark history.

Ginny was astounded by what she had read. The Dark side she currently belonged to had been inspired by Salazar Slytherin, and his ideas of pureblood superiority. He had wanted a wizarding world that was free from the foul blooded. His dream was really one of peace, where no one would be forced to die, but could only belong to one of two worlds. The purebloods could live in the Wizarding world in peace, together, and the Muggles and half-bloods could have the rest.

Ginny also read studies, that had shown that purebloods were, in most cases, more adept at magic, and at learning magically related concepts. This is why most of the supporters of the Dark side had been old, pureblooded families that were powerful.

Her head spinning, Ginny read all this new information, as much as she could get, and as quickly. She was rather disappointed when she checked the clock, and realized she must go. After agreeing to meet Draco again tomorrow, she grabbed her Portkey, and left the workshop. Draco watched her go, in fact, had been watching her all day.

Her beauty was not lost on him. The pale creamy skin contrasted with the elegant dark robes, that suited her nicely. The auburn hair that had spilled out when she had taken her hood off had mesmerized him. It was a much nicer colour than her brothers, deeper, more like blood. The way she carried herself, and her personality, were all vibrant, and she had as powerful a presence as Voldemort. Or so it seemed in Draco's head anyway. In one afternoon, he had fallen in love with Virginia Weasley.

He would not mind sharing the power with her, he thought. Together, always, they would rule.

*********************back at the Burrow

Life was going on as normal. Harry and Hermione had come for the summer, and the Trio spent all their days together, talking of the unavoidable war that was looming, and of their upcoming 6th year at Hogwarts.

The only thing that was different from all the previous summers at the Burrow as Ginny's absence. No one really seemed to notice, except for the occasional comment Mrs. Weasley made about the "lack of help" she had around the house.

On one fine summer day, Harry and Ron were showing off their mighty Quidditch abilities for Hermione who was biting her fingernails with worry over their safety. Every Wronski Feint had her in a heart attack, a fact that made them so much more enjoyable for the boys. Then, with no warning, Harry began diving toward the ground at the fastest his Firebolt would let him. Only, he didn't pull up.

There was a sickening crack as bone hit the ground, and Harry fell off the broom. The broom was undamaged, after all, it had protection spells against this kind of thing, but Harry was another story. Hermione ran to help him, as Ron flew to the house to get someone. Harry was lying on the ground, muttering frantically.

"Volde… power… avada… the HEIR!" screaming the last words, Harry fell into a deep state of unconsciousness. Hermione backed away as Mrs. Weasley and Percy ran out to the clearing. A couple reviving and healing spells later, Harry was awake, and being escorted back to the Burrow.

He was placed in Ron's room, where Hermione and Ron wavered over him.

"Harry, what happened? You were fine, doing a feint, and the next we knew, you were laying on the ground, muttering nonsense about You-know-who, and 'the heir'". Ron was getting upset. He sat down on the side of the bed, and Hermione tried to reassure him.

"I don't know what happened." Harry began explaining. "My scar began hurting, and I saw Voldemort. He was sitting in front of a fire, and talking to someone, but the only thing I could understand was about the power of his heir. Then, the Killing Curse was placed on something, I couldn't tell what, and I woke up."

"Do you think that really happened?" Hermione asked, fearing for whatever had been killed in that dream.

"I don't know. Dumbledore said my scar hurt whenever Voldemort was feeling some extreme anger, or power. It seemed real, though."

"Yeah, but he's been quiet so long," Ron put in, for once voicing the logic of the situation. "Voldemort hasn't done anything since he was made again two years ago. Why start now?"

"I don't know." Harry said, quietly thinking about the days events. "I really don't know."

So, another chapter done!! Tell me what you think, if you want. I don't care if you review or not, but it's always nice to get feedback. Well, thank you for taking the time to read this story, I appreciate it!!!

~Leuca