Magical Mysticism

Chapter 11

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Percy Weasley was exhausted. All the extra work he'd put in recently was finally paying off, at least. And pretty soon, he would be looking at a higher paid job. A promotion.

"Well, its not like I don't deserve it." He thought to himself, as he strode down the corridors of the Ministry of Magic.

It was a beautiful cold winter day. Here Percy was, leaving work early, taking a day of much needed rest.

He continued walking, passing by several coworkers, and nodding to them. As he passed Mad-Eye Moody, he received an observant glare. Moody had been watching him suspiciously for some time now. It was making Percy rather paranoid. But, how could he know? And what did he suspect?

The Weasley son smiled at the Auror as he passed, ignoring the questioning look in the man's face. He quickly exited the MoM building, heading out into the bright sun of Muggle London.

Reaching a small seedy pub, Percy sat for a bit, watching the faces of the people sitting near him, and sipping a glass of water. At precisely 2:58 he headed into the bathroom stall. There he waited for a minute, and then apparated out.

He reached his destination in only a second. Bowing down to the one he called his lord, Percy realized that he wasn't the only one reporting to Voldemort at the time.

"Ah, Percy." The high, cold, eerie voice grated over the room like fingers on a chalkboard. "I am glad you are prompt. I wanted to reintroduce you to my Hogwarts spy. Severus?"

"Professor." Percy nodded cordially to his former Potions Master, who bent his head slightly in return.

"I wish to speak with both of you about today's meeting. What news have either of you gathered from your employers?"

And so the afternoon was passed, speaking of news, and the future. Severus told both the Dark Lord and Percy that Dumbledore knew that the heirs were being announced, and that they were students.

Voldemort laughed.

"So the Old Fool thinks that he has it all figured out, has he? Well, tonight, we shall see who is laughing. It will be obvious to him when two of his prized pupils do not return."

Percy laughed, too, at the brilliancy of the plan. He, of course, did not know who the heirs were to be, save that it was rumored that the young Malfoy was one. Darker secrets had been spoken, of another of great power, who would be with him.

Later that day, an old man who operated a small pub was puzzled, as he realized that the young red-headed man who had left to use the facilities had never come back, leaving his drink on the table barely started.

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On the same day, at the same time, Virginia Weasley, dear sister to the aforementioned Percy, was sitting in front of a large mirror, preparing herself for the day.

It was just nerves, she assured herself. It wasn't like today would be the first time she'd commit murder, or even the last. Just because a few dozen people would be first acknowledging her as their leader in evil wasn't enough to make her feel this... Scared?

"Dark Queens do not get scared." She told herself firmly. Tonight she would rule, and Draco would sit next to her, as the Dark King.

Carefully, she let go of these thoughts, and turned her attention to her hair and make-up. For tonight, she had to look beautiful.

She was dressed, of course, in the customary color of black, but her robes tonight were different. She had on a dark black dress, that seemed to fade into the shadows of the room, covered in a silk black cape that fell across her shoulders. The black contrasted starkly with her pale white complexion, making her eyes stand out radiantly against the smooth surface of her face.

Her face would be covered by the hood she would put on later, though. No one would see her carefully made up face, complete with its dark lipstick and eye shadow. The Serpent of Shadow hung inconspicuously around her neck, as it had since the day it had been placed there.

Her hair was left down, hiding the back of the robes. The blood red color of her hair seemed sinister, as if it was not what it seemed, Ginny thought.

"It fits me. I'm not what I seem, not until tonight, anyway."

Which brought up another point. What would Ginny say to Ron, Harry and the Mudblood? Before she left, she should give some explanation to why this was who she was. It would have to be in person, too. No note could properly explain these feelings inside. The only problem was Harry and Ron could try to stop her from going.

She didn't think she could handle those deaths right now. She would be happy to kill them, but they would just make her day more difficult. Oh well. She would worry about that when she had too.

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The Slytherin common room was completely deserted. Those of the noble house who were attending the meeting tonight were silently preparing in their rooms. For most, it would be the first time they would see Voldemort in person. And for all it would be the last.

Draco stood in his room. He had already dressed in the customary hooded robes. He was silent in thought. He thought of Ginny, of life, of love, and of deaths.

Deaths that he would cause, and deaths that he could prevent.

Most of all, the Dark Lord's death in particular. It was already too late coming.

The other Slytherins had no idea. Even Pansy and Blaise, whom he considered his best friends other than Ginny, had no idea. They knew that he was to be the heir, of course, and they were jealous.

Who wouldn't be, really? Everything that they'd ever striven to be was accomplished by him, the most favored of Death Eaters.

Tonight.

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The night began when Lucius came to collect Draco and Ginny. He, of course, knew of their romantic involvement. Draco had earlier given Virginia the family ring, which passed from generation to generation.

Ginny, first, had to meet with Ron.

She found him sitting in the Common Room, with the other members of the Dream Team.

"Ron." She said, as she passed by him. "I'm going. Good-bye."

However, he would not, as she'd hoped, let her go at this.

"Where you going? Dressed like that?" Ron was a bit irritated at being interrupted when he was with his friends.

"I go to face the future. I am sorry that you have chosen the wrong path. I wished that you could have seen the dark, like I have."

"What nonsense is that? It sounds like your one of those Death Eater scum, what with all the dark, an' all."

Ginny said nothing to this. Only gathered her hair in a ponytail, leaving her back exposed through the slits in the back of the robe.

She heard the Mudblood's intake of breath. She knew that they could see the Mark, in all its dark glory. It, normally being a sign of submissiveness, was now a symbol of pride, to be borne with grace and dignity.

Ginny let her hair fall down again, and turned to face Ron and Harry, both of whom had their wands out. Hermione had not drawn her wand, but she remained looking fearfully at Ginny. Looking like she should, Ginny thought with a smirk. Not looking like she owned the place, not looking like she was better than everyone else.

'Good.' Ginny thought but did not voice. Instead, she chose her words carefully, and began to speak.

"Ron, brother, and Harry. Do not try to hex me, for I do not feel like getting into a duel before I go. Besides, two bodies would be too much for the Mudblood to clean up herself."

It was the first time she'd directly referred to Hermione as a Mudblood in Ron or Harry's presences. Hermione, Ron's love. Harry's best friend. They were besides themselves with anger now, although neither had spoken. It was Ron who first broke the silence.

"Why, traitor? What's in it for you? What could you possibly gain from joining a monster?"

Ginny smirked.

"Dear brother. Your ignorance is perhaps your worst fault. That and your blind trust in family. You shan't make that mistake again, I see."

She took a breath, and with infuriating calm began to speak again.

"I have much to gain, for the power of the enemy is greater than you think. Nor shall I be serving a monster, only myself. You will find out soon enough."

Leaving her brother speechless, she turned to exit the room. She had made it through the tunnel when she first heard the noise behind her. Harry was arguing with Ron.

"We have to go after her, Ron! She's a bloody Death Eater! She may be going out there to kill, or who knows what!!!"

"You go. I can't hurt family." Came the weak, submissive reply. Then the sound of running, Harry was chasing after her.

She heard the next curse spoken before Harry thought she would. She easily dodged the 'Petrificus Totalus' that had been meant to stop her, and continued on her way. Lucius and Draco Malfoy would be waiting.

Harry, though, persistently followed. Ginny sighed. It was obvious that no amount of leaving would convince the boy she meant to go. She raised her wand in front of her, and spoke a simple curse. 'Stupefy'! Harry was down on the floor faster than you could've said "hexed". So much for the legendary "boy who lived". She'd face him later, though. That she was sure of.

It all seemed surreal, like she was in a painting or a dream. Words, actions, they had no consequences here, there was nothing that could hurt her, she was invincible. It made her feel strong, and weak at the same time. She quickly regained control of herself, and headed to the dungeon.

There she met both Malfoy's, young and old. It was comical to see. Draco looked so much like his father, it was hard to tell them apart, even with different hair and outfits.

Lucius bowed, and smiled warmly when he saw Virginia, although the smile did not reach his eyes. Draco said not a word, but stared at her unabashedly.

She knew what he was thinking. In a few short hours, if all went according to plan, they would be together, they would be powerful, and they would be invincible.

Lucius was not in the know of the nights plans, and regarded the exchange between the two's eyes as young lust. He did not believe in love. Too many kills had convinced him that there was not such thing.

They traveled by carriage out to the gates, although they hurried quite a bit. As it was, it had been told to Dumbledore that they were leaving for Christmas vacation, but once Ron and Harry went to him and told their story, there was a more likely than not possibility of being followed.

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Draco and Ginny were among the last to arrive. They had been taken specially to Lord Voldemort's chambers, where they would stay until the feast. The other Death Eaters would assemble, and wait until the Dark Lord's orders to begin the meal. After the meal, there would be discussion of plans, and tasks would be assigned to the those who were needed.

Ginny and Draco, hoods up, stepped out to the table where they would be sitting, one on each side of Voldemort. Though people may try to guess who they were, it would be pretty impossible, for their faces could not be seen.

Ginny did not eat, only sipping on the wine that had been served by whimpering house-elves. Most were half cowering, as the blows and kicks were dealt to them.

Finally, the Dark Lord rose. Voices that had been loud now hushed into silence within seconds. A great power was exuding from the front table, where only two remained sitting. Then, beginning to speak-

"My Death Eaters, young and old. It is wonderful to see so many here united to a common cause, the purging of the Wizarding World of all the Muggle filth that has so fermented over the years.

I know I am powerful, and it is the strength and power of you, my followers, who make me such. However, I am not the main reason we are here. I am just a pawn of the Dark, here only to serve the goal which has united so many.

Before Salazar Slytherin, we were un-united, scattered, leaderless and defenseless. Then all was rejoined, and the power was good. We became strong, and the line of Slytherin was carried on, to ensure that our side would always remain so.

I stand before you by myself. I have no direct descendants for whom to pass this great power on to. Therefore, I have found these two, whom together are even more powerful than the great Slytherin. I shall ever continue to seek immortality, but my heart rests assured that the power of the Dark Side shall never fail.

My heirs. They sit here before you, waiting for their moment. Here they shall be introduced, and none shall doubt that they are my legal heirs. Stand now, and lower your hoods." This comment was directed to Virginia and Draco, who began to stand.

The crowd was holding its breath. The speech that they had just heard brought faith to them. Them and their cause should not- would not fail.

Voldemort began to speak again. "May I introduce Draco Malfoy and Virginia Weasley."

They lowered their hoods. Draco first, then Virginia. The crowd began cheering as energetically as they could. They could sense the power of the two. They were satisfied.

"But it's a Weasley! That family's nothing but Muggle-loving peasants!" A nasally voice from the back began to speak, but none could tell who it was, as their hood was up, as were all the others.

"Dare you question me?" Voldemort was livid. "Avada Kedavra"! Even from such a distance, the aim was true, and the hooded figure slumped forward onto the table.

All was quiet again. "Those who disagree will come to the same fate as this man. Are there any who feel that they should question my heirs?"

No one spoke. It was not an uncommon thing, to have Voldemort kill people, but never before had they sensed in him as much passion as they had tonight. His power had been revealed.

The head table sat down again. Voldemort began what would customarily begin the festivities. Muggles would be brought in and killed. Except for little Peter Piffigrew, who sat at the second nearest table, and one of the few who's hood was down, revealing his identity. All attention focused on him when he stood, nobody noticed Draco and Ginny's wands both pointed at him, their power flowing though.

'Deny Voldemort. Kill him.'

There was no resistance from the weak-minded creature, pitiable and hate worthy at the same time.

"I will not follow such low-ranking Death-Eaters! Avada Kedavra!"

The rat, who normally would not have been able to produce such power, killed Voldemort. He was dead.

Once again, all was silent in the hall. Then a great mob surrounded Wormtail.

He seemed to come out of a trance. He held up his hands, dropping his wand to the floor.

"I did nothing. I could not stop!"

This did not stop the anger of the crowd. Their loss could not be forgotten. All the momentary grief turned into anger. Anger, and malice which was poured directly upon Wormtail. The Cruciatus hit him several times, along with dozens of every curses. Finally, Draco shouted

"ENOUGH!. Bring this traitor and lowly rat to me." The mob had not forgotten who was in charge. The barely alive Wormtail was carried un-gently up to the table, and deposited there.

Draco stood, and once more, the power in him shone though.

"This creature has killed what I hold dear to me. He does not deserve death, for it is too merciful to him. Instead, he shall be placed in a cage of fire, and you may hex him through there.

"Inreto Incendio!"

The same cage of fire that Ginny had discovered during her training constructed itself around the cowering, semi-conscious man. The Death Eaters clamored to the cage, wands out. Hexes poured upon the creature, including many that seemed to just be invented for the pure fun of torturing someone to insanity. Then, when it seemed no more punishment could be dealt, the short plump man gasped his last breath.

"Now, on to the festivities." Draco commanded, in a loud, domineering voice. No one objected. They were all loyal to their side, and they would follow the new leaders, whom had been set in place.

Hours of Muggle-killing and torturing followed. All in all, everything went according to plan. Finally, the Death Eaters left, drunken on alcohol and death. Only two stayed around to talk to Virginia and Draco. Lucius, and Percy.

While Draco spoke to his father, Percy and Virginia had a quiet conversation.

"My Queen." Percy said, bowing to his little sister.

"Perce. I am glad I am not the only one in the family who has the sense to join the dark."

"I will continue to serve you, best I can." Percy spoke reverently to his new sovereign.

"Oh come on now, Percy. I may be your leader, but I am still your sister. Mum and Dad have no idea about you, do they?"

"Of course not. I think it should stay that way, too."

"Yes." Virginia spoke slowly, thinking. "They will already be bothered by the loss of me. If you are there to comfort them, it will look good for you, even though you may be under scrutiny at the Ministry."

"Yeah, Mad-Eye's already got an eye or two on me as it is." Percy sighed, then stood up. "Listen, I better get going. It will seem odd if I'm not there with Mum and Dad when the news about you gets out."

"Cya."

Percy left, around the same time as Lucius Malfoy did. Leaving Draco and Ginny alone together in the Riddle House, their new residence.

"It's weird, isn't it." Draco broke the silence. "Here we are, an independent witch and wizard, not even graduated Hogwarts."

"Yeah. It's not like I'll miss the old castle, though. We can truly make a difference, now. Like tonight, for example. Everything went perfectly."

They exited the room, running into several house-elves who were scurrying to clean the bodies and blood out of the grand meeting room of the Riddle House.

Both went upstairs to a grand and richly decorated bedroom, where they feel asleep in each others arms, exhausted by the intoxication of power. Their power.

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