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"I will avenge you my love." The words were so cliche and weak that they made the woman who had uttered them feel physically sick. She gagged as she said those words, but meant them with every fiber of her being.
"I will return one day." With that his eyes glazed over. Tom Riddle died at the hands of Harry Potter once more, and Virginia Weasley intended to make him pay dearly.
"He'll come back, he always does." Blaise Zabini, her only real friend among the Death Eaters put a hand on Virginia's shoulder, attempting to comfort her.
____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________ Blaise knew loss. She understood that Virginia was unable to shed a tear. She too had lost her lover, Draco Malfoy. That was over two years ago; she was over him, but she still retained in her heart a slight pain, and an understanding for others in her situation.
Cold women such as themselves were not immune to love, but they went about it in different ways. To love someone as powerful as Lord Voldemort....Blaise couldn't even imagine what that must have been like.
"Death is not an end. We have no reason not to continue his work." Virginia was fanatically loyal to Lord Voldemort, of course she would believe that. Blaise however was tired, she was tired of fighting.
"I will not betray him. I will return when word reaches us of his coming."
"You are leaving?" Virgina was calm, but Blaise could tell the thought had sparked her temper.
"For a time, yes." Her nod seemed to signify the period at the end of the sentence. Blaise was not going to allow Virginia to talk her into staying, not this time.
"I will tell you when the Dark Lord has returned. I trust you will serve faithfully?"
"Gin, you aren't in charge...." Virginia nodded, and apparated out of the battlefield. They had been the only survivors on their side. There were others not involved in the battle, stationed elsewhere, but this had been the Death Eater's core. Somehow, the resistance against them had found out. Someone had betrayed them all.
Blaise stood alone, gazing at the bodies strewn across the field. The faces were twisted with the laughable emotion of fear. They had been weak. With that thought Blaise too apparated away, leaving behind her career as a Death Eater, or so she thought. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________ They were barely twenty years old and already they had the life experience of a sixty year old. Virginia knew Blaise would be back, even if her friend did not. That did not help her in her problem. She intended to remove The Boy Who Lived to clear the way for Tom. She intended to rule as his queen. Her agenda was full.
Now though, she needed to relax. If you could call reading a book on necromancy and taking detailed notes while working on possible spells to use relaxing. To Virginia, this was the most luxury she knew. She would allow herself no real comfort until Tom was back in her arms. A cold woman, but even stone can be melted.
Six Years Later...
Voldemort had returned. The necromancer had worked her magic apparently. A witch had been said to have revived the old art, but none had dared believe. Even when people turned up who had been dead years, people tried to deny the danger. Now it was too late.
The Great Lord had come back to rape the world of its joy. No one knew who the necromancer was. None were sure if they wanted to know. None but Hermione Creevey, also called Hermione Granger.
She and her husband worked for the Daily Prophet. He snapped the pictures, while she wrote the stories. This was the biggest story since "You-Know-Who" had been killed by Harry Potter, supposedly for the last time.
"Colin, we have to do this. Think of the story this would be!" Hermione anxiously combed her fingers through her bushy hair, she always did so when she was nervous.
"'Mione, I had no idea what a necromancer even was until you told me last night, and after what you said, I'm not sure I want to possess that knowledge." Hermione sighed. He certainly was not the pathetic boy he had been during their Hogwarts years, but sometimes he was pretty blind.
"Colin, this is better than glimpsing unicorns in the Forbidden Forest! I've never known you to be afraid of anything before!" This had to work. Maybe if she accused him of being a coward he would listen to reason.
"Alright, alright, tomorrow though, I need to.er..rest." She snorted at this statement.
"Necromancy has been lost to us for ages, there is so much we can learn, so much even I don't know." Hermione realized how arrogant that sounded, but she didn't really care.
"I said alright! Ach! I'm going down to the pub! Women!" He apparated out in a huff.
"Whoops." Hermione shrugged, if he wanted to behave like a boy of eleven then that was his own problem. In the mean time, she needed to pay a visit to Hogwarts. The Herbology teacher there happened to be a very good friend of hers, and she intended to use Neville Longbottom to find her a book on Necromancy from the restricted section.
Not that she couldn't have gotten it herself, the Head Master Remus Lupin would give Hermione free reign to use the library as she wished, but students got in the way of her reading. They were so noisy, and nosy. So while Colin was probably getting drunk, she took a trip to their old school.
"Neville isn't here Hermione," Lupin told her. She grumbled. Typical of Neville to be off somewhere else when he was needed. She just hoped he hadn't gotten himself lost in the forest or something. Lupin seemed to read her mind, because he chuckled slightly.
"What?" She demanded indignantly.
"Neville's in the green houses."
"Oh, he's busy then." Lupin nodded.
"What is it you need exactly?"
"Every book on necromancy and necromancers Hogwarts possesses," she said excitedly. She sounded like a school girl, but she loved reading, and necromancy was a fascinating subject. However, it was considered a Dark Art, she had to be careful not to lead people to think she wanted to take part in such a thing.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but they've all disappeared. None of the students have them, we've checked."
"You checked?" She had no idea how they could possibly search every student without an uproar. He nodded.
"None have been taken out, and the Maurauder's Map has shown no one lurking near the restricted section. Filch keeps a watch on in almost 'round the clock. Would you like some tea? Bags, not tea leaves. Now that I can afford them Professor Trelawny keeps trying to read bad omens in my tea. Of course the woman comes by every time I settle down for a cup." He sighed, brow creased with worry.
Hermione slowly sipped a cup of green tea as he told her of the troubles that had been brewing up lately. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________
"Did you know, Draco Malfoy returned?" Remus gave a start. A link to the Death Eaters, so far the only ones revived had been cats and owls. This was much more severe. A commander among the Death Eaters being raised certainly linked this mysterious woman to Voldemort. He voiced this opinion to Hermione, who agreed.
"That's exactly why I intend to find out who she is, and stop her immediately."
Virginia stifled a chuckle. The two were so naïve. Standing in Hogwarts, right next to Hermione Granger.er Creevey, with her invisibility cloak, she was able to hear all of there little plans. This way they would never catch her, and by the next full moon, Tom would be by her side once more..
She left the castle via the passage to Honeydukes. Old missing person photos lined the dank walls. She stopped when she saw one was of her.
Virginia Aurora Weasley Height: 4'11 Eyes: Brown Hair: Red Age: 16
The card was pretty old. She winced at the height. Virginia hated being so short, even if Tom had found it cute. She counted it to be among her few weaknesses.
When she had finally gotten to the near empty streets of Hogsmeade at 10:00 P.M on a Tuesday she glared at the moon. A crescent. She had found that most magic worked best under a full moon, and this going smoothly was imperative.
She stopped at a small cottage on the outskirts of the city. She knocked on the door and was admitted by a stone faced woman with raven black tresses. Virginia took a breath and got right to the point.
"It is time."
"I will avenge you my love." The words were so cliche and weak that they made the woman who had uttered them feel physically sick. She gagged as she said those words, but meant them with every fiber of her being.
"I will return one day." With that his eyes glazed over. Tom Riddle died at the hands of Harry Potter once more, and Virginia Weasley intended to make him pay dearly.
"He'll come back, he always does." Blaise Zabini, her only real friend among the Death Eaters put a hand on Virginia's shoulder, attempting to comfort her.
____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________ Blaise knew loss. She understood that Virginia was unable to shed a tear. She too had lost her lover, Draco Malfoy. That was over two years ago; she was over him, but she still retained in her heart a slight pain, and an understanding for others in her situation.
Cold women such as themselves were not immune to love, but they went about it in different ways. To love someone as powerful as Lord Voldemort....Blaise couldn't even imagine what that must have been like.
"Death is not an end. We have no reason not to continue his work." Virginia was fanatically loyal to Lord Voldemort, of course she would believe that. Blaise however was tired, she was tired of fighting.
"I will not betray him. I will return when word reaches us of his coming."
"You are leaving?" Virgina was calm, but Blaise could tell the thought had sparked her temper.
"For a time, yes." Her nod seemed to signify the period at the end of the sentence. Blaise was not going to allow Virginia to talk her into staying, not this time.
"I will tell you when the Dark Lord has returned. I trust you will serve faithfully?"
"Gin, you aren't in charge...." Virginia nodded, and apparated out of the battlefield. They had been the only survivors on their side. There were others not involved in the battle, stationed elsewhere, but this had been the Death Eater's core. Somehow, the resistance against them had found out. Someone had betrayed them all.
Blaise stood alone, gazing at the bodies strewn across the field. The faces were twisted with the laughable emotion of fear. They had been weak. With that thought Blaise too apparated away, leaving behind her career as a Death Eater, or so she thought. ____________________________________________________________________________ _________________________ They were barely twenty years old and already they had the life experience of a sixty year old. Virginia knew Blaise would be back, even if her friend did not. That did not help her in her problem. She intended to remove The Boy Who Lived to clear the way for Tom. She intended to rule as his queen. Her agenda was full.
Now though, she needed to relax. If you could call reading a book on necromancy and taking detailed notes while working on possible spells to use relaxing. To Virginia, this was the most luxury she knew. She would allow herself no real comfort until Tom was back in her arms. A cold woman, but even stone can be melted.
Six Years Later...
Voldemort had returned. The necromancer had worked her magic apparently. A witch had been said to have revived the old art, but none had dared believe. Even when people turned up who had been dead years, people tried to deny the danger. Now it was too late.
The Great Lord had come back to rape the world of its joy. No one knew who the necromancer was. None were sure if they wanted to know. None but Hermione Creevey, also called Hermione Granger.
She and her husband worked for the Daily Prophet. He snapped the pictures, while she wrote the stories. This was the biggest story since "You-Know-Who" had been killed by Harry Potter, supposedly for the last time.
"Colin, we have to do this. Think of the story this would be!" Hermione anxiously combed her fingers through her bushy hair, she always did so when she was nervous.
"'Mione, I had no idea what a necromancer even was until you told me last night, and after what you said, I'm not sure I want to possess that knowledge." Hermione sighed. He certainly was not the pathetic boy he had been during their Hogwarts years, but sometimes he was pretty blind.
"Colin, this is better than glimpsing unicorns in the Forbidden Forest! I've never known you to be afraid of anything before!" This had to work. Maybe if she accused him of being a coward he would listen to reason.
"Alright, alright, tomorrow though, I need to.er..rest." She snorted at this statement.
"Necromancy has been lost to us for ages, there is so much we can learn, so much even I don't know." Hermione realized how arrogant that sounded, but she didn't really care.
"I said alright! Ach! I'm going down to the pub! Women!" He apparated out in a huff.
"Whoops." Hermione shrugged, if he wanted to behave like a boy of eleven then that was his own problem. In the mean time, she needed to pay a visit to Hogwarts. The Herbology teacher there happened to be a very good friend of hers, and she intended to use Neville Longbottom to find her a book on Necromancy from the restricted section.
Not that she couldn't have gotten it herself, the Head Master Remus Lupin would give Hermione free reign to use the library as she wished, but students got in the way of her reading. They were so noisy, and nosy. So while Colin was probably getting drunk, she took a trip to their old school.
"Neville isn't here Hermione," Lupin told her. She grumbled. Typical of Neville to be off somewhere else when he was needed. She just hoped he hadn't gotten himself lost in the forest or something. Lupin seemed to read her mind, because he chuckled slightly.
"What?" She demanded indignantly.
"Neville's in the green houses."
"Oh, he's busy then." Lupin nodded.
"What is it you need exactly?"
"Every book on necromancy and necromancers Hogwarts possesses," she said excitedly. She sounded like a school girl, but she loved reading, and necromancy was a fascinating subject. However, it was considered a Dark Art, she had to be careful not to lead people to think she wanted to take part in such a thing.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but they've all disappeared. None of the students have them, we've checked."
"You checked?" She had no idea how they could possibly search every student without an uproar. He nodded.
"None have been taken out, and the Maurauder's Map has shown no one lurking near the restricted section. Filch keeps a watch on in almost 'round the clock. Would you like some tea? Bags, not tea leaves. Now that I can afford them Professor Trelawny keeps trying to read bad omens in my tea. Of course the woman comes by every time I settle down for a cup." He sighed, brow creased with worry.
Hermione slowly sipped a cup of green tea as he told her of the troubles that had been brewing up lately. ____________________________________________________________________________ __________________________
"Did you know, Draco Malfoy returned?" Remus gave a start. A link to the Death Eaters, so far the only ones revived had been cats and owls. This was much more severe. A commander among the Death Eaters being raised certainly linked this mysterious woman to Voldemort. He voiced this opinion to Hermione, who agreed.
"That's exactly why I intend to find out who she is, and stop her immediately."
Virginia stifled a chuckle. The two were so naïve. Standing in Hogwarts, right next to Hermione Granger.er Creevey, with her invisibility cloak, she was able to hear all of there little plans. This way they would never catch her, and by the next full moon, Tom would be by her side once more..
She left the castle via the passage to Honeydukes. Old missing person photos lined the dank walls. She stopped when she saw one was of her.
Virginia Aurora Weasley Height: 4'11 Eyes: Brown Hair: Red Age: 16
The card was pretty old. She winced at the height. Virginia hated being so short, even if Tom had found it cute. She counted it to be among her few weaknesses.
When she had finally gotten to the near empty streets of Hogsmeade at 10:00 P.M on a Tuesday she glared at the moon. A crescent. She had found that most magic worked best under a full moon, and this going smoothly was imperative.
She stopped at a small cottage on the outskirts of the city. She knocked on the door and was admitted by a stone faced woman with raven black tresses. Virginia took a breath and got right to the point.
"It is time."