Magical Mysticism
Chapter Twelve
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~Leuca
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The evening and night of the Death Eater meeting was Ginny's entrance to the world of evil. However, she was not the one having the hard time coping with her loss. Far away from the Dark Rulers mansion, Ginny's brother sat. Ron's mind was a whirlwind. So much had happened. How could he have been so naïve? How could he have just let himself be fooled like that?
He had let Ginny go. He owed her that much, to give her a head start, although, he was sure, if it came down to a duel between the two of them, or even between her and Harry, she would surely be the victor. Her powers were revealed that night, in her voice, and in her body. She had exuded power.
Harry had not been able to let her go so easily. Perfect Harry, his best friend, had gone after her. Ron had not followed. He waited a minute, comforting Hermione, who had burst into tears. Then he went into the hallway outside the Gryffindor Portrait. There, as he had suspected, was the stunned Harry Potter's body. With a simple spell, it was revived, and sprinting down the hall with him towards Dumbledore's office, Hermione in tow.
They reached the gargoyle in a matter of seconds. Then they realized that they did not know the password. They stood their, Harry racking his brain for a type of candy that Dumbledore might have as his new password. It only bothered the Trio for a few seconds, and then the door opened.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore stood in front of them, the twinkle in his eye gone, and replaced by something else, an odd mixture of fear and compassion. So stunned were the three to see the fear that they almost forgot why they were standing in the hallway in front of Dumbledore's door in the first place.
"Ahem."
The slight clearing of his throat brought them to attention. Ron stepped forward first.
"Can we talk to you, Headmaster?"
"Of course, Mr. Weasley." He moved aside, and let them take the revolving spiral staircase to his office. There, they sat down in the chairs in front of his desk.
"Now, Mr. Weasley, what seems to be the problem?" He asked, a calculating look on his face, as he surveyed the youngest male Weasley.
"It's Ginny, Professor, she's, well, she's a Death Eater!" The last words were forced out of his mouth, forcing Ron to face the inevitable. "She really is, we saw her mark and everything. She said, well, that is to say, Headmaster, she told us that she was quite powerful, and something like 'you'll find out soon enough'."
Professor Dumbledore merely sighed, and whispered "It's true, then." Probably not a good choice of words in the situation, with a nearly hysterical brother nearby.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S TRUE? SHE'S A BLOODY DEATH EATER! MY LITTLE SISTER IS A KILLER! AND YOU KNEW?!?!" Stopping to take a breath, Ron found that he was on his feet shouting.
"Silence, Mr. Weasley. I was not referring to the fact that Ms. Weasley is a Death Eater, but to the fact that she is a Hogwarts student, a fact that I'm sure will make more sense to you once you hear the entire story. Now, I do not know everything, but perhaps if you would sit down, I can tell you what I do know."
"Errr.. Sorry, Professor." Ron blushed bright red as he took his seat between Harry and Hermione.
"Quite understandable. Now, to continue. As you know, Voldemort has returned to power, although without the gift of immortality he has been seeking. His Death Eaters have returned to him, and so have several of my spies. Including, as I'm sure you all know, Severus. Now, a month ago, there was a meeting, in which an announcement was made. The basic revelation was this- Voldemort has decided to name two young Death Eaters to be his heirs, incase his quest for life should fail him. They were to be announced tonight.
Severus could not find out their identity, that was revealed to no one, but he did find out that they were students here at Hogwarts, although from what house Voldemort would not say. It was generally considered to be Slytherin, and so for the past few days that house has been watched quite closely."
Dumbledore paused to contemplate his next words.
"However, with the Christmas Holidays, many students were leaving, and as I could not stop them from doing so, the entire population of Slytherin house, or those who are known to be Death Eaters, anyway, are gone. So that did not help my narrowing any. Until I received this request this evening was any light shed on the situation."
He held up a sheet of parchment, which had been written on in green ink. It was a request form so that Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy could be excused for the holidays, and signed by Lucius.
"Then I knew. But I could not do anything to stop them, they were too powerful, especially together. I could do nothing except to let them go. I'm afraid, Mr. Weasley, that your little sister has now become second in line to rule the Dark Side."
Ron, who had been a bright shade of vermilion before, was now whiter than Sir Nicholas when he had been petrified. His blue eyes searched all over Dumbledore's face, looking for something there. He found nothing but a kindly old man explaining to him about betrayal. It hurt.
"Now, Mr. Weasley, I will notify your family." Dumbledore reached into the fireplace after putting in a pinch of Floo Powder, and shouting "The Burrow!" A second or two later, the entire Weasley clan, excluding Percy, who was supposedly at work, was climbing into the office, as they had been anticipating an early Christmas, and were all staying with Molly and Arthur.
"Albus, what's this about? We were worried, see, when…" Arthur's words were cut off, however, by Molly's.
"The clock! I was sitting there with my knitting, and I went to check the clock, and Ginny's name had disappeared completely? Is she all right? What happened?"
The whole Weasley family sat there as Dumbledore related the whole story again, Molly breaking down and crying when she heard about Ginny leaving with Malfoy.
"And, when Ginny was announced as the heir, it must have meant that she renounced her family for Voldemort, thus making her clock hand disappear.
When the story had been completed for the second time, a group of more heart-broken people could not be found. The whole group was comforting Molly, all the while trying to contain their own grief. Bill was certainly taking it very hard, as he was the closest to Ginny out of all her brothers.
Only Ron, who sat amongst them, was alone. He sat there numbly, not speaking, not listening. He only could think of what had happened only a few hours before, and the words that his sister had spoken.
"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."
He felt like a fool. He had trusted her, should have been able to trust her, and she had betrayed him for power. Just then, Percy came through the fire.
"Sorry", he said. "But I was working late, and-"
He was instantly silenced by Molly rushing to give him a hug. The next few minutes were taken relaying the story yet a third time. Now the remaining Weasley's sat in the office, discussing what to do now.
"I'm terribly sorry, Molly, Arthur. I recommend going home and getting a nights sleep. You look exhausted."
It was true. Both of them looked as if they had aged years in front of Ron's eyes. He was surprised to find that he, too, was dead tired. He quickly retired to the Gryffindor Tower, along with Hermione and Harry. They had done a good job of trying to be there for him through this, but it wasn't working very well. Ron just ended up pulling his curtains and placing a silencing spell over the bed, so no one could hear his muffled sobs.
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It was nearly nine in the morning when Ginny awoke. Draco lay next to her sleeping, still in his Death Eater robes. She knew she would have to wake him, after all that they needed to accomplish today. But still, lying there in the sun, as the cold winter morning ascended upon the earth, his white hair flared out around his head like a halo. Like an angel, she thought with a smirk. Like a fallen angel, leading the minions of the devil.
She snuggled closer to him, feeling his smooth skin across hers. She raised his lips to hers, and with a gentle kiss, started murmuring.
"Wake, up, hon."
After a few minutes of gentle persuasion, Draco cautiously opened an eye. His storm-cloud gray matched onto the fire that was Ginny, and he smiled as he looked at her. While he may be a complete bastard to Muggles and Muggle-born's, he loved Ginny.
After some good-morning snogging, he got out of bed, showered, and changed into fresh clothes. Ginny did the same, and they both began to work. They had much to accomplish. Even though Voldemort was gone, there was to be a war, and the Rulers were determined not to lose it. They needed the support of the goblins, the giants, the werewolves, vampires, and other Dark creatures who could help them in this. In exchange, they would gift the non-humans the legal rights to wands and magic, something that would be quite influential. Virginia had decided that she and Draco alone would be the ones to form these treaties, trusting no one else. So preparations for their travels must be made. Draco was also going to be recruiting several new Death Eaters from the Slytherins he had known. Also, all new Death Eaters were to be branded with a new tattoo.
This one would be the new Malfoy crest. A large, scaled Dragon, whose coat was that of silver and inlaid with emeralds, spouting a bright jet of green flame. A serpent was wound about the Dragons neck in a much similar way to the one Ginny wore about hers. The serpent had begun moving more, always coiling about itself over and over again. Ginny wondered if it was actually alive, and if a Parselmouth could speak to it.
So the day's activities included much planning. There was to be another great party for all those loyal to the Dark Side, a Dark Revel. It was to be held on December 31st, and would include many… fun activities, most of which included Muggles in some form or another. Mostly torturing.
Yes, yes, I know it's short. It's not the best either, but at least it's not taking forever to get it out, right? Well, let me know what you think. Also, if you have an idea for a story that might be interesting, but you don't want to write it, let me know! I'm looking for an interesting subject to write about. If you have anything to say to me, leave a review, or send me an email at Leuca_2007@hotmail.com. Thanks!
~Leuca