Title: Queen

Summary: An alternate look at how Ginny Weasley might turn out.

Disclaimer: I own the idea. I think someone else came up with the thought that Ginny might be a parselmouth.

Author's Notes: DarkFic.


"So," She said from her throne, amused, "you decided to answer my invitation after all."

The green-eyed wizard glared up at her, hatred burning in his gaze. "You didn't give me much of a choice." He spat.

"Tsk, tsk, Harry, you should respect your betters." She scolded mildly, pale, elegant hands caressing Nagini's head.

"Oh, I respect my betters. But you're not one of them, whore."

"Now, there's no need for name-calling. Just because you grew up without a mummy and a daddy is no reason to misbehave." She chuckled, reaching into her robes and bringing out her wand. "Crucio." She leant back in her seat, the sound of Harry Potter's screams music to her ears. Blood-red fingernails cut into Nagini's scales, and the emerald green snake arched into the touch with a pleased hiss. "Going to say sorry, Harry?" She hissed in parseltongue, removing the curse.

"No. You are a whore." His voice turned desperate. "Give it up, Ginny. You can be one of us again. I'll speak for you."

She moved forward, crimson hair spilling into her lap, dark eyes gleaming hotly in her pale face, devoid of freckles now. "Give it up? After you tried to hard to make me what I am? Never! I am what you made me, Harry. Through years of torment and betrayal, I became what I am. You never cared about me before, so why should you start now?"

"I do care! I always did. Please, Ginny, you're better than this!" Harry cried emphatically.

"Rubbish. You don't care. You just want me to betray Tom. The only one who ever loved me because of who I am, not who he wanted me to be. As if I would hurt him when all he did was teach me how to be free." Ginevra shoved Nagini off her lap and stood, her beautiful black dress a testament of the person she had become. The Dark Lord's bride. His Queen. "If you wanted me to be on your side, Harry, you should have loved me when you had the chance." She said in English. "Avada Kedavra." She watched dispassionately as her one time love slumped, dead.

Tom came out of the shadows. "Did you like your anniversary present, my dear?"

Ginevra Riddle smiled. "Just what I always wanted."

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