"I need a plan to capture the Potter boy and his two friends. Somehow we need to force those three meddlers away from Dumbledore's protections. Then we need a way to bring them to us." We were at the next Death Eater meeting and I daresay that all of the Death Eaters were relieved that Draco and I weren't running it. We had certainly guaranteed unquestioning loyalty from our followers at the last meeting and with the subsequent presents to the school and Ministry. Needless to say, Voldemort was very pleased with our work.

"Anyone with ideas, please come forward." The Dark Lord snarled.

One cloaked figure dropped to his knees in a low bow. "Master, we could plant a spy of our own inside of Hogwarts."

Voldemort nodded. "We could. Except, the idea has already been tried. I put my most trusted Death Eater into the school disguised as Mad-Eye-Moody. He delivered me Potter, but was captured by Dumbledore. Now Dumbledore makes certain that only people he trusts with his life are allowed near Potter. We already have the Slytherins at the School, spying for us. Students overhear a good bit of helpful information."

"You could try using bait again, My Lord." Another man was on the ground, bowing to Voldemort.

"That is possible, yes, but who could we capture that would force Potter away from the castle?"

I got an idea. A truly brilliant idea. "Me." I called out. "You could use me."

Voldemort turned to look at me, a scowl on his snake-like face. "You have severed all ties with the Potter boy. How would you help?"

I looked up at Voldemort and opened my eyes into a wide innocent look. "Dear Ron," I said in a high, girly voice. "This is the first chance I've gotten to tell you the truth. I've been under the Imperious curse for a while. The Death Eaters have been controlling me with it. They are making me do horrible things!" I forced my voice to hitch and sob. "I've been pretending to be a good girl so the monsters forget to renew the spell. They left me in a room with parchment, ink and an owl because they think I'm still under the curse. Ron, I'm in a big house near the ocean. Please come and save me. I don't know if I can hold on any longer. Love, Your little sister Ginny. P.S. I'm sorry for everything they have made me do. The letter, the howler, running away from you. I miss you Ron. Please hurry." I smirked coldly at the circle of surprised Death Eaters. "He'll lap it up like a cat with a bowl of cream. Ron will drag Harry, Hermione, and every other student he trusts to every single large house by the sea."

"And if he shows the letter to Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked. Even though he already knew the answer, many of his Death Eaters didn't, the idiots.

"It will plant a seed of doubt in both Dumbledore's, and my brother and his friend's, minds. Dumbledore might send someone to check all of the homes by the sea. We could give them the impression that we are hiding in a certain place. It is entirely possible that Dumbledore could send someone to rescue me. I could end up back at Hogwarts in the perfect position to hear everything that the Order is planning."

Voldemort nodded. "Send the letter at once!"

I looked at Voldemort slyly. I still had another part of my idea to tell. "My Lord. You could also send the Potter boy broken, dreamlike images of me being tortured. Harry might think that you really are torturing me and are accidentally sending the images to him. If he doesn't connect the dreams to you, My Lord, he might feel guilty for possibly letting me suffer. It will force the hope of my innocence to grow."

Voldemort nodded again. "First Elect Ginevra has devised a brilliant plan. Lucius, you are to buy and furnish a large house by the sea. Take as many people as you need to get the job done. Make sure that it is discreet. Elect Zabini, you and Slytherin house are to taunt Potter and his friends about seeing Elect Ginevra tortured. Be discreet. Parkinson, you are to make our new house seem like the headquarters of the Death Eaters. I want the house to be oozing darkness by the time I get there. Lestrange, you are to make sure that the dungeons are in working order. You have two weeks, Go." Voldemort turned and walked out of the circle as his Death Eaters bowed and apparated away.

When all of the Death Eaters had left, Voldemort turned to look at me. "I made a good choice when I created you," he sighed. "Send the letter once the preparations are finished." Voldemort disappeared and I just stood there in shock. I had just received praise from the Dark Lord. It was amazing. With a slight smile at my good fortune, I apparated back to our flat in France. I had a rather heartrending letter to compose.

It had been nearly two weeks since Snape's body had been delivered to Hogwarts in many different pieces. Every single package that was owled into the school had to be checked by a teacher before the owl was allowed to deliver it to the students. The staff didn't want another bloody disaster. Unfortunately, the teachers didn't have time to read every single letter that was delivered, so Ron received an innocent letter without any of the teachers knowing. He immediately showed Harry and Hermione and then ran up a few flights of stairs to show the letter to Dumbledore. It seemed that Ginny might be innocent after all. It was time for some careful planning and spying. Dumbledore had sent out some Order members to search the coast for signs of dark activity. Once they reported back, the Order would plan out their next move. Hopefully, what Ginny had written was true. If it wasn't the Order could be chasing a wild hare while the Death Eaters planned something else. They would have to be careful.

"Ginny," Draco murmured into my hair late at night. We were not planning on going to sleep tonight, but it was always nice to relax in bed in each other's arms. "Ginny, what are you going to do when your family tries to attack the Death Eaters? I know that your whole family will be fighting for the Order."

I had to think for a minute before answering. I had never contemplated the fact that I would need to kill all of my brothers and my parents. What would I do?

"Ron I could kill without a problem. The prat is horrible. Percy is the same. He deserted us and acted vile whenever I was around. Fed and George are Gred and Forge. You can't do anything about them. I don't want to kill them, but if need be I suppose I can. I never really saw Bill or Charlie when I was growing up. They were already going to school by the time I was three. Then, when I was finally old enough to go to school they were off in other countries doing their jobs. Charlie works with Dragons and Bill works for Gringotts. They could be very useful for our cause, as could Fred and George. If we could change their minds about the light, we would have the Dragons and a good part of Gringotts.

"My parents are a different story. They try to believe the best in everyone and they love Harry like he was their seventh son. If they try to attack us they must be killed. I wont miss my mother. She is a controlling harpy woman. My father is obsessed with muggles. Killing him would be a breeze. Have you ever heard a lecture about batteries before? Not even the muggle studies class does that. What about you? If your father continues to love his money more than he loves Voldemort, will you be able to dispose of him?"

Draco shrugged into my back. "It doesn't matter to me. I could kill anyone without a thought." He paused for a moment to think. "If you wanted me to, I could even kill your family since you seem so reluctant to dispose of four of them."

I smiled and turned to look at Draco. "You would do that for me?"

He nodded and drew me closer to his body. "I would do anything for you Ginevera."

It was very sweet that Draco wanted to kill people for me. It was like present from a devoted lover or boyfriend. I suppose that we were that close. If he killed my family for me, I would have to do something equally wonderful for him. I wonder what type of bloody present my Draco would enjoy?

The next day we received a call from our new base on the eastern coast. They had captured an Order member who had been spying on them. Draco and I quickly went over to the base to have a talk with dear old Kingsley Shacklebolt.

An hour later we walked out of the dungeon where Shacklebolt had been detained covered head to toe in, the now deceased, Kingsley's blood. We had extracted a lot of important information from him before he died. Hand in hand, leaving a trail of blood behind us, Draco and I walked upstairs to the Death Eater meeting we were having to update everyone on our plans.

I turned to smile quickly at Draco as we walked up the last staircase. He smirked back at me and we froze. His eyes were nearly completely red.

"Your eyes!" Draco gasped. "Their gray!"

"You eyes are blood red." I snarled. "Do you think being near blood makes our eyes change colors?" I whispered.

"Maybe. Come on we need to get to that meeting." Draco grabbed my arm and started pulling me down the hall. I shook him off and we walked into the large banquet room together.

As soon as the Death Eaters saw us they gasped and backed away. I could understand why. Both of us were covered in another man's blood and were smiling as if our birthdays had come early. I'm sure we looked like death in a corporeal form.

"After thoroughly interrogating the prisoner, we have some interesting information to report." Draco called into the shocked Death Eaters. "The Order has decided to check out the information from First Elect Ginevra's letter. They have sent spies along the English and Scottish coast." He turned to look at me and I saw that his eyes were back to their normal coloring.

"It seems that the Weasley's are willing to believe that I am innocent. Ron and Harry had to be physically restrained to keep them from going with the spies to look for me. I have little doubt that Potter and his two friends will be part of the army that storms this castle. They are also going to be planning a rescue attempt for me once they discover our whereabouts." I have a plan for when they attacked. It was a plan that would insure that I was taken back to Hogwarts. There wasn't any point in telling it now. I wanted to hold all of my cards to the end. Plus I had to make sure that Draco agreed with the plan before I revealed my genius.

It was the first Hogsmeade weekend this year and nearly every student allowed to leave the castle had run for the doors that morning. Things were becoming far too cramped and uncomfortable in the castle. Tempers were running high and everyone was extremely worried. Ron had received two detentions that morning for attacking a Slytherin. The boy had taunted Ron, saying that he had seen Ginny being horribly tortured. Ron, being a hotheaded Weasley, had attacked the boy, right in front of their new potions teacher. The teacher had decided to emanate the late Professor Snape by favoring Slytherins.

The student body was just exiting from the horseless carriages when five owls, carrying a large package flew over their heads. The owls hovered there for a minute as the carriages pulled away to go back to Hogwarts. With a sudden loud screech, the owls dropped. The package exploded.

Blood, pieces of human, and owl guts flew everywhere and rained down on the student's heads. Everyone was screaming and crying. Some were running into buildings and some were running up the path to Hogwarts. One girl was running around in circles until she slipped on a piece of entrails and landed in a pool of blood.

Up in the Headmasters office in Hogwarts, Dumbledore had just received another letter via a live owl.

I hope you like our new gift. Shacklebolt makes such a good bomb.

Dumbledore threw a large pinch of floo power into the flames. "Minerva! Get the students back to the school now!"

Another owl came flying into the open window. It held a letter that read-

P.S. Too late!