The rest of the classes that day were uneventful. I had fallen asleep in History of Magic, scared Flitwick with an extremely advanced spell, and was now prowling through the school, waiting for midnight. It was dark out, and I was in my element. I had walked past Filch three times and neither his cat, nor the man had noticed me. Maybe I could go to the trophy room early. I could look at all of the awards and laugh at the people who received them.
The door to the trophy room was locked, but a simple alohamora spell opened it for me. I had nearly a half hour to waste so I started looking around.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had a large number of trophies. They all had one for helping the school in their first year; Ron and Harry had one for helping me in their second. There was the Quidditch Cup trophy from their third year with Harry's name on it, and another cup from their sixth year with Ron as captain and Harry as seeker. There was even a small, fake trophy that Fred and George had added with an award for getting rid of Umbridge. It was disgusting how much the school depended on those three.
I continued walking down the row of trophies, reading the names and awards chucking quietly to myself. I stopped at a small plaque in an out of the way corner of the room and read it.
Tom Marvolo Riddle had gotten an award for good deeds to the school. I laughed. The previous headmaster had given Voldemort an award from the school. It was hilarious.
The door to the room squeaked opened and I froze. I could smell a faint spicy scent coming from the doorway.
"Weasley?" Draco's voice hissed from the door. I stepped out of the shadows and let him see me. "Follow me." He turned and walked out of the room. I followed him down into the dungeons and to a portrait of a dragon. He said the password and the painting opened, admitting us into Draco's private rooms.
The room looked exactly like mine, except it was decorated in prettier colors. There was black furniture and green wall hangings and bedspread. My room was scarlet and gold, Gryffindor colors and very eye wrenching. It was really too bad that Dumbledore wouldn't let me change the colors. It was something about the colors showing support for my house. Ron liked the colors though.
Draco sat in a chair in front of a small round table and gestured with his hand for me to sit. I sat with all of the grace my new body had afforded me.
Draco leaned forward, an earnest look on his face. "When was the last time you came in contact with Lord Voldemort?" He asked.
"When I was eleven in my first year at school your father gave me a diary with Voldemort's sixteen year old essence in it. I was possessed by Voldemort." I had decided to tell Malfoy everything he needed to know. I was hoping that in turn, he would tell me everything I wanted to know.
Malfoy nodded. "I know about that. My father told me." He shrugged. "Are you sure that you haven't been anywhere near Voldemort recently?" He asked again.
I shook my head no. His brow wrinkled in confusion.
"Ok. May I see you without your cloak on?" He asked.
"I'll only take my cloak off if you take off your hat." I answered. If he wanted to get something so personal from me, he had to give me something personal.
"Very well then." He sighed and pulled off his black hat. Long, shoulder length hair, slightly messy from the hat, fell from where it was piled on top of his head. His hair was completely white. The white blond from last year had faded into a snowy white color. I was staring, I couldn't help it. He looked gorgeous. His white hair, pale skin, and light gray-blue eyes made him look almost albino, and very exotic and deadly.
It was my turn. I undid the clasp on my cloak and let it fall to the ground. It was Malfoy's turn to stare. My blood colored hair; blood colored eyes, and pale skin made a beautiful contrast.
Malfoy wrenched his eyes away from me and shook himself.
"It seems that we have the same disease, Weasley," he sighed quietly, almost as if he was disappointed. "Unfortunately, I can't tell you anything about this disease until I get permission from a higher authority. I'll send out a letter tonight."
I looked at him, murder glinting in my eyes. "You said you could give me answers," I snarled angrily.
"Listen, just stay away from knives and blood until I can talk to you again. If something happens, you know where my room is. The password is Dragon. I will send you a letter to come here as soon as I can. I promise to tell you everything." He guided me to his door, my arm in one hand, and my cloak in the other. Malfoy shoved the cloak into my arms and pushed me out of his door. "Until next time, Weasley," he hissed as he pulled the painting closed behind me.
It had been three days and one potions class since our meeting in Malfoy's private room. I had pestered Malfoy relentlessly the entire class for information, but he remained as closemouthed as a clam. In the hallways I would shoot him looks that clearly read, 'tell me'. I even let my eyes shine through the darkness under my hood so he could see me looking at him. It was to no avail. No information was forthcoming and it was starting to piss me off.
Plus I had been getting strange urges to bite my Transfiguration partner and drink his blood. The stupid Hufflepuff couldn't figure out why I kept looking at him. I had already scared the little sop with my, I'm hidden under a cloak and I'm going to kill you, attitude. I swear, the boy was a seventh year, but he had almost pissed his pants the first time I asked him to pass the notes. It was rather funny though. I made sure that I bothered him for something meaningless every class just so I could see him jump.
My charms partner, an obnoxious Ravenclaw, ignored me. I could talk for hours and the blond haired girl would play with her nails the entire time. I had the strangest urge to take my own nails and use them to rip her throat out. Now that would be interesting.
On the fourth day I finally got a letter from Malfoy. His huge, black eagle owl swooped in through my open window and dropped a scroll of parchment on my lap. It flew back out, which meant that Malfoy wasn't expecting an answer.
I opened the letter eagerly, nearly tearing it in half in the process of untying the ribbon that had kept the scroll closed. Draco's loopy handwriting met my eyes. It was a welcome sight.
Weasley,
Come to my room at midnight. Don't be late. We are going to meet someone so make sure that you are presentable.
D.M.
I looked at my clock and gasped. It was eleven thirty. With a grumble at Malfoy's unfairness, I ran to get into the shower and find something presentable to wear.
Twenty-five minutes later I was running through the hallways of the school, trying to get to Malfoy's room on time. I was running so fast it seemed like I was flying. Hallways and pictures flashed by me, blurred from my speed.
I was wearing a thigh length, sleeveless black dress under my cloak. I had put a little kohl under my eyes and a blood red lipstick on my lips. If I wasn't presentable now, I don't think I would ever be.
I skidded to a halt outside the Dragon portrait and hissed "Dragon" to it. It opened silently and I stepped into Malfoy's rooms.
"Oh good. You're on time." Malfoy was sitting at the same small table, waiting for me. He was wearing a black cloak with a hood on it too and the hat was absent from his head leaving his hair to fall smoothly around his shoulders. In the distance a clock chimed out the midnight hour. "We have five minutes before the portkey leaves." He hissed at me.
"Where are we going?" I hissed back. I didn't like the tone of voice he was using. It was very condescending. I wasn't less important that him in any way. He needed to stop thinking like that before I gutted him.
He ignored my question and asked in the same tone, "What are you wearing Weasley?"
I couldn't help cracking my knuckles in anger but then I got an idea. I smirked. If the way he was looking at my body the other day was any indication, Malfoy was attracted to my womanly assets. The dress I was wearing would definitely shock him. I should let him see me.
I pulled off my cloak to show him my dress and sure enough, his eyes became glued to my breasts. He was such a male. I pulled my cloak back on and Malfoy blinked. He looked at his watch, a faint pink tinge on his pale cheeks.
"Thirty seconds, Weasley." He grabbed my hand and made me touch a black handkerchief with the Slytherin crest, a large green snake, on it. Soon enough, I felt the tug at my navel and the room disappeared from view. We landed in a clearing in the middle of a forest. Multi colored leaves, just starting to change into their autumn foliage, dimmed by the darkness of the forest, surrounded us.
"This way Weasley." Malfoy took off at a fast walk in the direction that whispered voices were emanating from. He pulled on his hood and took his place in the growing circle of black-cloaked Death Eaters. Most of the Death Eaters had white masks covering their faces, but there were a few with just the black hoods covering their faces.
Malfoy pulled me into the circle next to him, displacing the person standing next to him.
"Masters orders," Malfoy grunted at the mans' query.
Slowly the circle grew hushed. A tall figure stood in the center. He had a flat face and no nose except for small slits. His eyes were red and piercing. Lord Voldemort.
Needless to say he looked a little different from the last time I had seen him. He was no longer the handsome boy with jet-black hair and green eyes that had stepped out of the diary. This was Tom with more power, and a body that showed the world that he had immense strength ensconced within his skinny frame.
"Welcome back my Death Eaters." His high, cold voice echoed through the clearing and sent shivers down my spine. There was power in his voice too. "Before we start this meeting I have an important finding to discuss. I received a letter a couple of days ago that brought up an important point. First Elect Malfoy; please bring your charge up to me. I would like to have a talk with the girl."
Malfoy roughly grabbed my arm and started dragging me towards Voldemort. I shook him off and walked up to Voldemort myself. I didn't need Malfoy telling me what to do. I could see Voldemort smirk at us as I led Draco over to him. Malfoy bowed at the waist and I followed suit. I didn't care what my standing was among the Death Eaters. There was no way that I was going to be less worthy than Malfoy.
"You are a strong willed child," Voldemort hissed at me. "I admire that. In young Malfoy's letter, he expressed that you had similar qualities to himself. The ability to heal, similar body modifications, and a lust for blood was among what he wrote. Malfoy also said that you were completely ignorant concerning your new body." Voldemort smirked again and turned to speak to Malfoy. "I give you permission to answer all of Ginevra's questions, and to help her with future transformations."
I shot Malfoy a superior look and saw him glowering under his hood. Young Mr. Malfoy was not happy about his new appointment.
In a louder voice, so the rest of the circle of Death Eaters could hear him, Voldemort continued. "My loyal Death Eaters. I present you with the first of my creations, First Elect Ginevra."
"Master," One of the black hooded and white masked Death Eaters fell to his knees in a bow. "Master, I thought you said that my son was your first."
"Oh, but Lucius, he was. First Elect Draco was the first child pledged to my service. First Elect Ginevra was the first child to receive my gift." Voldemort looked away from Lucius and addressed the entire circle. "As you know, my first creation is always the most powerful and the most influential. When I decided to make the Elect, I decided that the first child vowed to my service would be the strongest. But then I had a dilemma. I was in a weakened state, and near helpless when a young girl started writing in my old diary. I thought, if I could make this girl one of my Elect, one day she will go looking for me and will bring me back to power. I gave Ginevra the strongest powers I could with those hopes in mind. When I was revived a couple years ago, I wanted to make my Elect group. The first was Draco Malfoy, the one I had promised to make the most powerful. I never go back on my promises.
"That is the basis of my dilemma. I had to decide who would be more powerful. Which of my firsts would I make strongest. I couldn't decide so I compromised. Elect Malfoy and Elect Ginevera have the exact same amount of power and are therefore equals. Threat them as such."
Voldemort turned to Draco and me and smirked. "Let my Death Eaters view the face of beauty." Malfoy pulled off his cloak and I did too. I could hear awe filled gasps from nearly everyone in the circle. It seemed that I was truly beautiful to those who were still human. Maybe this transformation could be profitable.
The rest of the meeting went well. It was fun to see how the rest of the Death Eaters bowed to our power over them. I now knew how Voldemort felt having all of these humans scraping and bowing to his every whim. It was electrifying.
We were still the last one's there after the meeting had ended. Voldemort wanted to have a private word with me and Draco needed to stay so he could show me how to get back to Hogwarts.
"You are to drink a sip of this every morning when you wake up, and every night before you get into bed, or at least before you start to skulk around at night." Voldemort was holding up a small vial filled with a red liquid. "This will help with your change." He added with a smirk. The top of the vial had a silver chain threaded through it. Voldemort handed the vial to me and I slipped it over my head.
I looked up and Voldemort and had a sudden thought. "My Lord, is Severus Snape one of your Death Eaters?" I had to ask. If he was, both Draco and I could be in serious danger.
"Yes, child. Snape is one of my older Death Eaters. He has been with me from the beginning. Why do you ask?" Voldemort hissed.
I gulped. This wasn't going to end well. "My Lord, Snape is Dumbledore's creature. By tomorrow afternoon at the latest, Dumbledore will know of everything that has been said tonight."
Voldemort's face darkened considerably. "You mean to tell me, that Snape is a member of the Order of the Phoenix!" Voldemort thundered, his eyes glowing a dangerous red.
"In my fourth year when the Order still used the Black house as their headquarters, Snape was there nearly every day. He was even there for dinner a couple of times. My Lord, I am sorry to be the bringer of such sad news, but I believe that you needed to be informed." I bowed low, exposing my neck to Voldemort's anger. I needed to show that I trusted Voldemort implicitly.
"First Elect Ginevra, if you get any tangible proof of Snape's deflection to the light side, have First Elect Draco owl me immediately. You are dismissed."
Malfoy pulled out the handkerchief and I took hold of a corner. I walked out of his room and up to my room in the Gryffindor tower, tired for the first time in weeks. I took a sip from the vial I had been given and collapsed in my bed, asleep within minutes. I think this is the first time I have slept in my bed since we arrived in Hogwarts this year.