Summary: Tom Riddle is back in power and he's ready to meet up with old acquaintances. Where does Ginny fit in all of this? Well, she's the reason the Vampires won't cooperate with Tom's evil plans. Join Ginny as she is slowly manipulated by the Dark Lord into the perfect tool of evil. Will she ever get out unscratched? Maybe not or maybe so, but the scars will forever mark her soul!
Disclaimer: If you notice that the characters aren't mine you're probably right because they all belong to J.K Rowling.
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Chapter 2
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"Oh Ginny, still naïve as before I see." He said mockingly, emitting a dry chuckle. "You won't because you won't have the chance." Ginny stared questioningly at him, wide blue eyes looking up into his. "You're coming with me!" He said and made a reach for her waist but Ginny moved just as his arm encircled around thin air. He gave a low growl, raising blood red eyes in her direction. That was all the motivation she need to see before turning on her heels and running as fast as one could, keeping in mind her current attire which consisted of a long dress and high heeled shoes.
Holding her dress above her ankles with the use of her now sweaty hands, she allowed her breath to come out in short and ragged puffs, urging her feet to go faster. Not daring to turn around and see if Tom was following, Ginny hastily turned a sharp corner, almost tripping over her clumsy feet which were of no help in the current situation. Her throat burned and her legs were beginning to tire down, no soon her energy was going to fail her as well and she would be forced to stop. What would happen then? Would he still be there or would someone come to her aid? Ginny almost cried in frustration because even if someone were to help her, nobody would be able to hold Tom off, except for maybe Dumbledore or Harry. In the end, it was bound that he was going to get her.
Finally, her exhaustion getting the best of her, she was forced to stop, her legs feeling as though they were going to come off her body joints any second. Rising a hand to prop herself against the cold wall as she tried to gulp down the air, she failed to notice the shadowy outline of a person creeping up from behind her.
One of his arms immediately went around her waist, his hot breath fanning out gently on her neck, making her hair stand on end as he held her close to him. His other arm quickly went for his pocket, pulling out an exquisite necklace. If the situation was different, Ginny would've been awed by its stunning beauty. It was made exclusively from glass stones, leaded crystal beads and paralyzed glass. What really drew Ginny's attention was a blood red drop that hung just a few centimetres lower than the rest of the necklace. Tom, taking advantage of Ginny's glazed expression the necklace had momentarily invoked, quickly pulled the necklace in place, as though he was afraid the redhead might not allow him to drape jewellery over her. Tom's snake pendant hung somewhere underneath the many folds of silver lace the mystical necklace seemed to be abundant of, lost in the sensational glow the new necklace cast.
The soft click of the lock met Ginny's ears and she was violently wrenched from her dream-like trance, a hot and suffocating pain choking her, not allowing Ginny the luxury that was air. Just as fast as he had pulled out the necklace, Tom withdrew a small vial containing a liquid Ginny didn't know what to make of. It looked red but it couldn't be blood. It would be absurd that the Dark Lord waltz around carrying blood vials with him and if he did, for what use?
All these questions passed rapidly through Ginny's mind making it impossible for her to concentrate on what was happening, and at the same time making it hard for her to struggle against Tom, who forcibly pried her mouth open, pouring the red liquid down her throat. It was surprisingly cold and refreshing, the sweet metallic-like taste calming the intense heat that was choking Ginny moments before. She quickly swallowed the red liquid and after regaining her senses some more, realized with abrupt horrification that it had indeed been blood. It would've been alright if this was the only horrifying fact, but what was even scarier was that she had enjoyed it…and she wanted more.
NO! Ginny shook her head, backing away into the wall, oblivious to the advancing figure of Tom until his shadow cast her into a painful darkness.
"A gift…from a distant but dead relative!" he hissed slowly into her ear, making shivers dance down the length of her back, sending jolts all throughout her body along the way.
"R-relative?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly as she raised her scared blue eyes to meet his intense, once again grey eyes.
He merely laughed in response. "What relative?" she inquired again, her voice gaining some more courage. His only reply was a blank expression, his eyes emotionless as he gazed down on her.
"Tom?" she asked cautiously as she noticed that he had moved closer, too close for her personal comfort.
He smiled slowly down upon her, his lips moving slowly as they formed words. "You wouldn't know her. She's now no more and that's why I need you!"
"You'll never have me," Ginny said but no defiance crawled up into her tone. It was an empty threat and she knew it as much as he did.
"Willingly, maybe not, but any other way, I'd have to say yes." He said smugly, his lips hastily descending down upon hers. His lips were surprisingly warm and dry, much unlike what she had expected. At first, her prime instinct was to struggle, which was exactly what she did, but after a while of futile twisting and kicking, despite herself Ginny felt like she was slowly drowning into his intoxicating mint taste and an akin spice that was purely masculine and him. Ginny let out a soft sound that sounded strangely like a stifled moan as Tom gently squeezed her corset covered middle, massaging her sides in a lazy pattern. Her eyes fluttered between a half open, half closed position and she bit down hard on her lip as Tom abandoned her mouth to trail a pathway of kisses for her hair to walk on. His mouth was deliciously and sinfully hot on her throat, biting and sucking as he once again returned its attention to her pouty lips.
Realization of what she was doing and with whom nonetheless came with the blue light of a spell that nearly hit Ginny. Her eyes quickly snapped open and she felt Tom's warm body untangle from her own as he agilely looked in the direction of the spell, spotting the red cloaks of the Aurors. Another spell whizzed past them, this time by his head, missing it by mere inches as he moved out of the way in time. He cursed loudly for allowing himself the distraction and with a careless look in Ginny's direction, he gave a casual flick of his wrist, slowly watching as the redhead slumped to the floor none-to-gently, then disappearing with a another skilled wave of his wand. Managing to expertly work his way through the Hogwarts apparition wards, he apparated away.
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Ginny's world slowly came to in a fuzzy blur that was still slightly spinning. "Miss Weasley, are you alright?" she heard a voice inquire from her left but it was impossible to etch a face to the owner. She felt a warm hand touch her shoulder, helping her stand up as she struggled, her legs almost giving away from beneath her.
Slowly, as the stranger led her to a nearby wall where she could lean in for support, her vision started to came into focus and Ginny could almost make out the small stones from the stone deck that went around the whole school at a height of about 5 feet. Her vision cleared rapidly and in a few moments, she could clearly make out a familiar face that stood beside her.
"Tonks!" Ginny exclaimed with a bright smile, weakly but enthusiastically giving the woman a hug. "I didn't expect to see you here!"
"Gin, so glad to see you're fine! You don't know how worried we were," Tonks said, releasing Ginny from the strong embrace.
"We?"
"Yes Ginny, the Aurors and I. You took quite a fall there and for a few seconds we didn't know what spell he used on you. Was it Voldemort Gin?"
Shakily the redhead nodded. "Yes," she said softly.
Tonks quickly turned around, running in the direction of a group of Aurors. She told them something Ginny was unable to hear and then returned to Ginny's side. "Dumbledore says you should stay the night in the Hospital wing, just in case. He'll like to speak to you tomorrow, he and Fudge." Tonks told her seriously.
"Fudge? Is it that grave?" the redhead asked, wide eyed and Tonks nodded.
"I'm afraid so Gin. Better head inside, you went through enough tonight. Let me walk you to the Hospital Wing." The older girl said, and the two, after walking around a bit till they reached the entrance, disappeared through the set of double doors.
Once outside the Hospital Wing, Tonks claimed sadly that she had to return to her job, for before the night was out there was a lot to be done, such as magical investigations and an enforcement of the wards, for if Voldemort had managed to break them, they were therefore pretty weak.
The girls hugged once more and Ginny watched Tonks form disappear through the shadowed halls of Hogwarts until it was no more, then proceed to the infirmary. It seemed while she and Tom had their little "chat" his Death Eaters had been rather busy for almost all the beds were full with students of all classes, Slytherin, to Ginny dismay, included.
Madame Pomfrey came out of her office so quickly that Ginny was led to believe that the old woman had sensed the redhead's presence before she even set foot in. "Miss Weasley, something told me you would drop by tonight. Come this way dear." She didn't loose another second and hastily turned around, looking for an empty bed.
Ginny followed, seriously wondering if Poppy wasn't Trelawney under disguise. "Here," the nurse said, prying the curtains of an empty bed to the side. "I'll help with your clothes," she commented while eyeing the redhead, quickly pulling out her wand and summoning a pair of hospital pyjamas which she had Ginny wearing in a flick of her wand. Apparently Hermione's spell was quite popular. Afterwards, the nurse instructed her to lie down, and Ginny did just that, slipping in between the cool and crispy clean sheets, patiently waiting until the nurse returned with the sleeping potion she had promised.
While she was waiting, Ginny's hand slowly crept to her neck, fingering the two necklaces she now bore, Tom's mark etched onto her with the presence of the snake pendant which she found impossible to remove. The other mysterious necklace turned out to be un-removable as well so, after a hopeless sigh, Ginny laid back against the pillows pushing the necklaces underneath the thin cotton of her pyjamas, fearing that with the nurse saw them, she might ask question. Question Ginny didn't feel like answering right now, or ever.
"Drink it up now dear and you'll be sleeping peacefully in a moment. Merlin knows you needed it after this exhausting night." Madame Pomfrey said kindly, handing Ginny a glass half full with a clear looking liquid. Ginny accepted the potion with a thanks, immediately proceeding to swallow it but no such thing happened. It looked like fate another twist for the redhead witch before the night was out.
Instead of the potion going down her throat, Ginny was forced by her senses to spit out the potion, missing the nurse by mere inches.
"What's the matter with you girl?" the nurse asked indignantly, her brows furrowed in anger. "Can't you swallow properly?"
"Sorry Madame Pomfrey, but my stomach just forced it out. It wasn't me, you know I took lots of sleeping potions in my second year and I never had problems of this sort."
The nurse's temper slowly diminished, replaced by a wandering expression. If it wasn't you then what was it? Maybe-" she paused, her finger frozen in mid air. "I'll be right back," she hastily added, turning around and disappearing in the medicine storage room, only to reappear holding a vial with a light pinkish liquid.
"It's a headache remedy. It shouldn't do anything to you if you're not experiencing any headaches, I just want to test something out." Ginny nodded, although the words "test something out" didn't sound too convincing to the redhead.
Madame Pomfrey cleaned poured the pink liquid in the glass formerly occupied by the sleeping potion, handing it to the redhead as before. Ginny looked sceptically at the glass for a few long moments, and it was only after she heard the nurse clear her throat impatiently, that Ginny swallowed the sweetly tasting potion.
The same strange feeling erupted from deep within her stomach, turning and twisting her insides as it crept up, pushing the potion out of the redhead's throat. This time the nurse was ready, immediately summoning a bucket in which Ginny spilled the contents that purged from her mouth.
Madame Pomfrey clicked her tongue a thoughtful expression darkening her pallid face. "Just as I thought. Miss Weasley, there' nothing I can give you so you might as well try to get some natural rest. It's best we wait for the Headmaster until I can take some action on your case."
Ginny slowly nodded, "What exactly is my case?"'
"I'm entirely sure. I'll have to do some research tonight and I'll let you know tomorrow," the nurse replied, cleaning the floor were Ginny had spat the sleeping potion with a simple charm. "Now, take up my advice and get some sleep. It'll be a long day for you tomorrow Miss Weasley." The old woman said and disappeared once more into the office, but not before pulling the curtains around Ginny bed shut.
Having no other alternative, Ginny turned on her side, clutching the pillow softly under her head. She slowly closed her eyes, memorises of the night's event flitting around her head as the taste of blood lingered on her lips, making her strangely yearn for it as she feel into a deep slumber where everything was bathed in red. Red like the blood flowing inside her, inside of everybody, red like the liquid she wanted to feed upon...
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After taking a quick breakfast that she was served in the infirmary, she was accosted by her brother and his friends. Any other day she would have been positively beaming from the attention she was receiving, but right at the moment, the only thing Ginny wanted to do was find a good hiding spot and runway from them all. She felt like one of the Weird Sisters that was trying to get away from paparazzi and crazy fans. The only difference was that the famous band members had bodyguards to hold those people off, she had only herself to fend for her.
"Ginny, we were so worried, thank Merlin that you're alright!" her brother exclaimed, rushing forward and engulfing the redhead into a breathless embrace.
"You gave us quite the scare Gin," Harry said, laying a kiss o her cheek, a kiss Ginny would have jumped for joy any other day, a kiss she now wished she could wipe away from her memory.
"What happened Gin?" Hermione asked, giving Ginny a kiss and a hug in turn. " We were attacked by Death eaters inside but nobody knew what was going on outside."
"I suppose it's only natural that the family gets the first interview." She said emitting a dry laugh which was quickly subdued when the redhead noted that neither her brother, Harry or Hermione were laughing, but instead stared blankly at her. Her ghost smile slowly slipped away from her lips, and she spoke flatly. "Nothing drastically important took place. Besides, I don't think Dumbledore would appreciate it if you three were to go snooping around like you always do because I said something I was not meant to."
"But Gin, we're family!"
"Exactly, I care for your safety Ron. I don't want you getting in trouble." She said seriously, although a person that would've paid more attention could have easily seen her superficiality on the subject.
"Ginny you can't possibly-" Hermione begun but Dumbledore's sudden entrance halted her words to a stop.
"Miss Granger, I think Miss Weasley is doing the right thing in this situation. I'm surprised that the Head Girl such as yourself doesn't remark this."
"Sorry Headmaster sir," Hermione said meekly, finding her shoes oddly interesting.
The old man gave a smile, that seemed to beam as brightly as the sun did, only it radiated happiness everywhere it shone, "Don't let it happen again Miss Granger. I have much faith in you. Now, I will kindly have to ask the three of you to leave, I'm afraid I have some important things I must discuss with Miss Weasley." He told the trio and Ginny actually felt relieved once they were gone, even though the presence of the Headmaster was even more pressuring.
"I'm glad to note that you're feeling alright Miss Weasley, but something that Poppy informs me of quite puzzles me. In all my living years, I haven't encountered a person with a case such as yourself, not even in my reading. It is a serious issue if you are not capable of drinking potions for some of the most advanced remedies against deadly spells rely on potions A couple of St. Mugo's medics are going to work together on your case and later on today, Poppy will take some of your blood for the research."
"When will I be released from the Hospital wing?" Ginny asked.
"You should be released any moment after we finish talking for the Minister as well I, wish to have a few words with you in private. However, Hogwarts is not the most secretive place to discuss these things so I will go talk to Poppy and she will collect your blood so we can be on our way." He said while standing up and Ginny watched with her bright blue eyes as he summoned Poppy, instructing her with something Ginny's ear strained to hear but failed miserably, then exiting the infirmary swiftly.
The nurse nodded and removing her wand from her robes, took a needle and a small vial, and with the use of her wand, plunged the needle within her flesh, drawing a full vial out of her veins. Ginny, through the haze of the dim pain, felt the warm liquid flow through her body and rush outward into the awaiting vial. Once the vial was full, the nurse quickly bottled it, giving Ginny a napkin to hold to her wound until she returned from storing the blood.
The red blood soaked gently thorough the thin white napkin and Ginny heard and felt her stomach emit a low rumble. a rumble of hunger which shouldn't have been present, keeping in mind that she had finished quite big breakfast only just half an hour before.
Madame Pomfrey returned once again, her wand still out. "Remove your hand and the napkin dear so I can heal the small gash." She instructed and Ginny, despite the sudden pain that erupted in her gums, obliged.
"Umm, that's strange." The nurse mused, stroking her chin puzzled, "I guess your body has a great regenerating system," she shrugged, paying no heed to the now healed skin area that didn't even bear a scar from being punctured. "Well, there's no time to waste, you should get dressed," the old woman commented whilst going around the room and returning to the Ginny's bed side with a pair of the redhead's muggle jeans and her favourite blue shirt, along with some other accessories she might need, such as shoes, socks and a cloak. "Your brown haired friend, Miss Granger, dropped these off before she left. She thought you might need them." The nurse said and Ginny took the clothes, drawing the curtains shut as she changed. Once she was done, she politely handed the pyjamas to the old nurse and asked what she should do next.
"Ah yes, the Headmaster wanted you to meet him in his office once I dismissed you. I'd advise you to go there straight away, for I believe you two have urgent business to attend to." She said and Ginny nodded, suddenly inquiring after her beautiful green dress. "No worries Miss Weasley, I gave it to the house elves and they're doing their best to fix it up for you nicely. It'll be returned to you if not today, possibly tomorrow. No go, Albus is waiting for you," the nurse said and ushered Ginny away, who more than gladly obliged, heading for the Headmaster's office.
As soon as she was free from the infirmary, Ginny begun the walk up to her destination where Dumbledore was supposed to meet her. She almost knocked down a person coming the opposite way of her as she turned a corner, for she wasn't really paying attention to where she was going.
"Weasley, if you can't watch we're your going get glasses, or at least if your family's too poor borrow Potter's!" Malfoy said nastily and Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Sod off you prick," she said, continuing to brush past Malfoy, but by mistake, knocking down the books and other writing utensils he was caring.
"Fuck Weasley, look what you've done!" he said angrily, gasping in pain as his sharp quill scratched across his bare forearm. Blood quickly swept out, its strong metallic smell attacking the redhead's senses. "Don't just stand there you daft wench, help me!" he exclaimed looking up, his eyes quickly widening to the size of saucers. "Weasley?"
"I have to go," Ginny mumbled, blinking her blue eyes that had acquainted a red circle around them, a hastily running in the direction she had formerly set out to, before encountering Malfoy.
As he watched her running form disappear in the depth of the long hallway, Draco felt a smug smirk bend his lips. Quickly he pulled out a piece of blank parchment and dipping the sharp quill in some ink, quickly wrote. "The process has begun." The words seemed to disappear and anew fresh writing appeared. "Excellent. It won't be long until she'll seek help." There was more writing but Draco having read it in a haste, pocketed the now once again blank parchment slip and collected his things, standing straight and resuming his walk once again.
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TBC
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