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I'm sorry about the cliffie, well, I'm not really 'cause I enjoy torturing you guy's, but... it just happened. I'm going out of town for a week, so I won't be able to update, but I'll try to get as much up as possible today. Remember, all is not as it seems. Once again I love everyone! Enjoy!

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"You say you are true evil? Shall I tell you what true evil is? It is to submit to you. It is when we surrender our freedom, our dignity, instead of defying you." Star Trek, The Next Generation, "Skin of Evil"

A scream sounded throughout the night. Ginny effectively silenced it by stabbing her awake and terrified brother Ron, but it was to late. The house was awake.

Turning around, she ran out the door, through the hall, slashing a bleary Hermione across the stomach as she did, i stupid Mudblood, /i running down the stairs, and shoving Tonks out of her way. She managed to make it out of the house, and down the street. As she ran, her heart thumping in her chest, hot tears coursed down her face, and she couldn't get the picture of Ron out of her head. Standing there, his face a mixture of terror and shock, hand covering up his bleeding wound, and finally collapsing in a pool of blood.

She ran through a building she blearily recognized as the Leaky Cauldron, as she began tapping bricks with the wand that was suddenly in her hand, she briefly wondered how long she had been running. Apparently longer than she had thought. As she raced through Diagon Alley she tried to stop herself, to go to one of the many shops she recognized; but as soon as the thought occurred to her she became aware of someone following her. Terror gripped her and she sped up, bypassing such safe shop's as Flourish and Blotts and Madame Malkins Robes for All Occasions. No, she ran and ran until the shop's turned dark, the alley closed in on her, and the stranger's started to scare her.

As she ran through Knockturn Alley she was driven by a feeling that up ahead was safety. Up ahead, her stalker wouldn't be able to get her. She turned down a side alley and ran into a pub that she normally would have avoided at all costs. Stopping inside she gasped for breath, looking around at the faces that surrounded her. She felt like she should know them. A few of them she vaguely recognized from the ministry, or the paper's, but most of them brought only a feeling of deja vu. As she began to walk towards them the door behind her opened, and someone grabbed her shoulder, pulled her out to the street, and began running through the alley.

When they finally stopped he roughly turned her to face him.

"Ginny what the hell is going on!" Harry was almost shaking from, what? Terror? Anger? She wasn't sure.

"Nothings going on Harry," she replied, her voice smooth and calm, curse Tom.

"Then tell me why you tried to kill me, why you stabbed Ron and Hermione and why you were just standing in a pub full of Death Eater's?!" Oh, so that's why she recognized them. More than anything Ginny wanted to tell him, about the diary, about her dreams, about how she could no longer control her words and actions... but to her shock, she started sobbing. Groaning, Harry pulled her to her chest, wrapping his arms around her, while she mumbled something intelligible. He continued to rock her back and forth, whispering soothing words, and rubbing her back. Physically she was clinging to him, mentally she was cursing his trust. Couldn't he see she wasn't herself? She had just killed her brother! And yet he carried on like they had just had some pathetic argument!

As he continued his ministrations she began fighting herself, battling her actions as she raised her arm, knife still in hand, behind his back. Suddenly she felt it again, that agonizing bond that had forced her to go to the Department of Mysteries and she knew, with every thing she had, that she couldn't kill him.

With these thoughts came a sense of peace, and for a moment, Tom's presence was gone. She used that moment to wrench herself from Harry, turning around and running back towards the exit. Somewhere in the Leaky Cauldron his presence returned, and as she ran through the streets of London she began to stab random muggles. Her mind was in chaos, she was exhausted from running, her hands were bathed in blood and yet she kept on running. She knew she would eventually be caught, who wouldn't notice a girl running down the street, knife in hand, bathed in blood, leaving behind her a trail of body's?

i Ginny had just gotten the news about Hermione. For the first time she quietly walked into the Hospital Wing. She stood, frozen, starring around at the prone figures lying in the beds, assailing her with images. In that moment she knew. Turning around she ran into the nearest bathroom, fell on her knee's and began retching. She was responsible. She was responsible for everything.

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It was actually a relief to write her own death message, a warning to the world. No one would try and rescue her she knew. As she stood in the chamber she began feeling weaker and weaker, as she sobbed, she felt life draining out of her. Relief though it was she was terrified. Terrified of death, terrified of herself, terrified of her best friend. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was Tom's face as he rose gloriously through the diary. /i

In the middle of the sidewalk Ginny froze. She was not going to just give up. This time, Harry couldn't save her. This time, she had to save her self. She looked up. Lost in memories as she had been she hadn't noticed the muggle please-men come up, as well as Auror's and Order member's. She was effectively surrounded at wand point and... gin point? Gon point? It didn't matter. Her father was there, a look of despair on his face, Tonk's looked ready to cry, though her wand was steady, and Harry was there, his eyes pleading. He was saying something to her, and though she couldn't understand his words through the roaring in her ear's, she knew he was begging her, a murderer, to come back. Good, sweet, trusting Harry. She would never be able to hurt him again. She would not be Tom's favorite weapon.

And it was that thought that put a smile on her face as she thrust the knife into her belly.

center i Ginny's got a government that rules inside her head

a third eye, a crystal ball, her mother always said

it would guide her, if she kept it inside her.

The freak across the street tried to contaminate her skin

she was thinking, who would miss him, the world's about to end

and he'd fit perfectly into her catastrophe

She's a woman at heart and a man on a mission,

a saint to purify the human condition,

she's a fortune teller but she's never gonna tell

there's a snake in the bottom of the dead wishing well

A woman's work is never done

a woman's work is

never done, never when she's a loaded gun, loaded gun

never done, never when she's a loaded gun, loaded gun.

She found if funny that nine and ten were easier to do

after she's meticulously filtered out a few,

yet the voice still shout's

"Take the Garbage Out!"

She was raised to believe that you get what you pray for

if God was really good then she wouldn't have to wait for

him to drop the gavel so she'd do it all herself

there's a worm in the bottom of the dead wishing well

A woman's work is never done

a woman's work is

never done, never when she's a loaded gun, loaded gun

never done, never when she's a loaded gun, loaded gun.

When the flashing lights cut through the billowing dust,

her voices cried "Looks like it's not just us!"

Guess she got a little careless with cadaver eleven,

before she'll go to jail, yea she'd rather go to heaven!

And the final leap of faith of a zealot Jezebel

Led 'em diggin' to the bottom of the dead wishing well!

A woman's work is never done

a woman's work is

never done, never when she's a loaded gun, loaded gun

never done, never when she's a loaded gun, loaded gun.

She's a loaded gun /center /i