Hey to all! Just a quick note- I'm so so sorry that this took so long, but I've been in the middle of a drought of ideas. Plus, Order of the Phoenix came out, and everyone is wondering- do we continue our stories as they were, and let them be slightly AU-ish, or do we somehow work in the 5th book, and rewrite. I've decided for the former approach, as it will remain true to my "beginning" ideas for this story. So, pretend that you haven't read OotP, and this should make sense…should, mind you.

Thanks Again to my beloved readers, and reviewers. I have noticed that I'm not getting much response on this fic, and if anyone has any suggestions, criticism, or anything like that to make it better, I would be very appreciative. Flames are tolerated, but will not be taken seriously.

Also, I know that I haven't been very reliable with the disclaimers… Know that everything I write in this story does not belong to me, excluding the plot, and it is the property of J.K. Rowling, and whoever else owns Harry Potter.

There's another note at the bottom regarding reviews, just to let you know! ;)…

~Leuca

Magical Mysticism

Chapter 8

Classes resumed the next day, much like they had in Ginny's previous years at Hogwarts. She still returned to the same portrait of the Fat Lady, the same annoyingly red-gold common room, and slept in the same canopy bed in the same dormitory.

Life, however, was not the same for Ginny Weasley. She was no longer abused by the same people who, last term, had tormented, teased, ridiculed and criticized, or, as these certain people were rather known as- Slytherins.

Indeed, things seemed to be almost friendly between our heroine, and the most loathed of houses, a detail Hermione was able to hone in on almost immediately. Herm had, of course, spoken of this to Ron, after seeing Ginny exchange a friendly smile with Draco Malfoy, of all people, but all he said was that Ginny was probably looking at Harry, or someone like that, and was Hermione daft? There would be no way in hell that his little sister would be on speaking terms with a Slytherin, let alone a Malfoy.

Hermione wasn't convinced. She was determined to find out what had caused the change in Ginny, if it was the only thing she would do this year.

Ginny was enjoying herself. Due to her recent induction as a Death Eater, she found that she was welcomed into the Slytherin common room, under the protection of a handy invisibility charm she had found. There, amidst a sea of deep green and silver, she was happy.

Of course, Ron did not know where she was. Ginny used the excuse of studying quite frequently, and was told by Ron to "lighten up."

"You're turning into Hermione, Gin. All that time alone can't be good for anyone, especially when you're learning!" The last word was spoken with in such a way, it seemed apparent that Ron compared learning to a terminal illness.

Draco and her had spoken a few times, of their future plans, but never in front of more loyal Death Eater children. While Salazar's house might be noted for "meeting true friends", they were also incredibly power-hungry. Anyone standing in the way of a chance at greatness was in danger. Even so, Ginny and Draco did not have any problems. The place of their marks indicated that they were of high power, and were not to be messed with.

December was coming quickly, and much had to be set in place. Everything was going right, and the trust their Lord had in them had never been higher.

It was a stormy evening, late in the month of September when Ginny found herself in the dungeons, laughing with Blaise Zabini, Pansy, and Draco. The four were imagining quite a few things, in vivid detail, that they could do to Potter, and that little Mudblood, Granger.

"I'd like to see the Spurgo charm placed on that little foul-blood." Zabini, who disliked his first name, and insisted on being called by his last, was talking. "It's banned, of course, but all the pores in the body open up, each letting a little blood seep through. It causes death by bleeding in only a few minutes, plus, the feeling is sheer agony, or so I've read."

Ginny, who had studied (and used) the curse during her training, agreed. Personally, however, she'd much rather use the Unforgivables.

Torture, control, and death. Old-fashioned, perhaps. But still fun.

"I'd like to put the Imperious on Potter, then force him to murder both Granger, and my brother, muggle-lover he is." Ginny smirked at the thoughts of guilt that would overcome the precious Potter, after waking up and realizing he was the murderer. Too bad that Harry was immune to the curse, could fight it off.

This idea was met with approval. Long ago had the Slytherins learned that Ginny absolutely hated her brother. They were a little shocked at this lack of loyalty from a Gryffindor, but got used to it. As Ginny put it, she was more a snake than a lion.

Unbeknownst to the Slytherins, who, being underground, had no window, at that moment, a large bolt of lightening struck the Whomping Willow.

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Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, which did have windows, the infamous Dream Team was discussing the very same person who was, at that very moment, thinking of torturing them. Ginny.

"I think she's all right," Ron argued with Hermione, "she just needs to get out of the library where she's always going to study."

"But that's just it, Ron." Hermione was insistent about her point. "Gin's never in the library. Believe me, I'd know if she was. Plus, she's always seen in the hallways a few feet away from the Slytherins."

"What, you think Ginny is actually hanging out with a bunch of 6th year Slytherins?"

"YES!" Finally aware that Ron had gotten her point, Hermione was nearly shrieking with the explanation her observations had given her.

"That's ridiculous, Herm. Gin's too smart to do that, remember our second year? Besides, she can take care of herself." Harry, entering the conversation for the first time, was met with a glare from his bushy haired friend.

"Of course she can, but that's beside the point-"

"No- the point is, Ginny can take quite enough care of herself, like Harry said," Ron interrupted.

Harry felt himself drift out of the conversation, letting the two bicker. Honestly, they both needed to shut up and start snogging, however, it was preferable if Harry could get out of the room first. He might start gagging if he saw that.

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In yet another part of the castle, Dumbledore was frowning over his spectacles at the bearer of the bad news he had just received.

"Severus, are you sure that Voldemort specified that these heirs were indeed students at Hogwarts?"

"Quite sure, Headmaster. The Dark Lord wouldn't reveal names, but he did say that 'The future of the Dark side has come,' then proceeded to mention that, after they had both finished at Hogwarts, the two would join him to rule the overtaken Wizarding world."

"It seems, then, that time is working against us. He did not mention specific years, did he?"

"No. I just heard the general announcement made to the group, as I am not trusted enough to be in the Inner workings of the group yet." Severus stood, taking his leave of Dumbledore, who was deep in thought of this new development. "Good Day, Headmaster."

"Good-bye, Severus, and thank you for your report."

With a click of the door, Dumbledore was left alone with his thoughts. So two of his students would be helping Voldemort. Now, Dumbledore was not a fool. He knew that many Slytherins were already planning on becoming Death Eaters, yet it pained him that he was too late to save some from such a fate.

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Lord Voldemort was quite pleased about how things were turning out. The plans for his attack were nearly complete, and his Death Eaters were being instructed on several new curses that had been developed.

Plus, his Death Eater recruits were quite anxious to begin their initiation. His heirs were still reporting to him, of course, about the loyalty of their classmates, and the stories he'd heard were good. Pretty soon, Harry Potter and that Muggle-loving fool, Albus Dumbledore, would be his, along with Hogwarts, the Wizarding world, and everything that came with it.

The sources he had in the Ministry were telling him that the timing was nearing for his uprising. By January, the time would be right, and he would come back. Alive, and as powerful as ever.

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~Leuca