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 3

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 Last chapter:

"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, writing with skilled penmanship. "The process has begun." The words seemed to disappear and new, fresh writing appeared. "Excellent. It won't be long until she'll seek help." There was more writing but Draco having read it with 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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            Ginny ran as fast as she could. If one could look inside her head at the present moment, they would see a jumble of thoughts that all ran along the lines of "What's wrong? Give me a bloody mirror!" She couldn't very well be late in meeting Dumbledore, that man probably even knew she had been released from the infirmary and he would most likely expect her soon. She had no time to go down a level and look for a loo.

          On top of the whole weird situation, her gums felt like someone had drilled wholes throughout them and her teeth ached as though she had rocks for breakfast, not scrambled eggs with bacon. She slowed down to a normal pace after realizing with a breath of relief that Malfoy was not following to stupidly inquire on what was wrong, like any other normal person would've done. Then again, Malfoy wasn't exactly a person that would classify as normal. He was probably a Death Eater. Hell, he definitely was a Death Eater, maybe that would explain why he wasn't in the infirmary with the rest of the students that had been present in the Great Hall when the attack had taken place.

          Now, where was that office again? Ginny wondered while still walking, her head turned and examining the walls that were oddly unfamiliar to her.

Damn It! I probably passed t-, Ginny thought to herself while walking straight passed someone, rudely bumping her shoulder into them. It seemed she had gotten quite good at that in the last few hours. Backing up a few feet, she looked up into Dumbledore's kind face. 

"Miss Weasley, I was just about to come looking for you. Poppy informed me that you had been released and when you failed to show up in my office we feared you might've got lost. It looks like we weren't far from the truth." He said and Ginny blinked blankly, nodding. "Are you feeling quite alright Miss Weasley? You look pale," the old man stated, touching her forehead lightly to check her temperature.

"I'm fine, got a bit dizzy from running around. I did indeed get lost," she smiled weakly and Dumbledore nodded, although the redhead wasn't certain he had bought her lie. 

"We should hurry, Fudge is waiting for us. Follow me Miss Weasley," the headmaster gestured for Ginny to follow and they both made their way to his office. Apparently the password was jelly fish, and a thought just then crossed the redhead's mind. Even if she did find her way to his office, she wouldn't have been able to get in, for she didn't know the password and probably the nurse had forgotten to inform her of it. This explained why Madame Pomfrey had gone to the Headmaster's office after she had released Ginny.

"Here Miss Weasley, this is a letter from your parents. Your mother wrote this to you and your father wishes the best of health. He is currently away on a mission, for if he wasn't, your parents would've have probably paid you a visit. However, due to certain events, traveling, even for the best of wizards, is not safe anymore nowadays." Ginny took the letter from the Headmaster, immediately ripping the envelope and pulling out the letter.

Dear Ginny,

We're sorry we can't be there for you but we send our love and hope you're safe and healthy. We trust Albus with our hearts and souls and most importantly we trust that he will take care of you for us when we can't. I just hope that you were unharmed in the whole attack. We will read more about it when the papers come out tomorrow, so you don't have to feel obliged to go through the horrific incident all over again when you write us back.

Love,

Your parents

          Ginny folded the letter and placed it deep in the pocket of her black cloak. "Wasn't the Minister waiting for us?" she asked and the old man gave a nod, pulling out a small glass prism from his pocket.

          "Here's our portkey. Just touch it on the count of three Miss Weasley." He said and Ginny did as she was told, immediately feeling the tug and pull at the edges of her being as she was sucked through the traveling portal.

When she emerged in Fudge's office she half stumbled, clumsily loosing her balance but quickly straitening up once she noted the presence of Fudge.

          "Please take a seat Virginia," he instructed and Ginny sat down, briefly glancing at Dumbledore who did the same, sitting down in the overstuffed chair beside her. "Albus, please begin," Fudge cleared his throat, leaning back on his chair.

          "Yes, don't mind if I do. Virginia, we both feel the need to tell you something that your parents don't even know. First of all, I would like to start from the beginning. Not many know this, but wizards didn't exist from the beginning of time. Our kind as well as many other magical creatures are results of humans gone wrong, in other words, as muggles might put it, we are mutations, human mutations. The Muggles were the first of humanoid kind and after a long period of time in which they evolved, the Vampires came into existence. A short while after the vampires were born, Mermaids and Sirens were the next mutations and then there were the Veelas, distant cousins of sirens. Lastly, the Wizarding kind was born. Unlike what Voldemort might tell his followers, the muggles are the oldest population of the earth, not keeping in check the animals. This is the reason he seeks to exterminate the muggles, so all humanoid magical folk will be the only kind that there is left to rule on earth."

          Ginny blinked, drawing in the information that was being fed to her. Although the discussion was interesting, she hadn't the vaguest idea what it all had to do with her.

          After a fairly long pause, Dumbledore wetted his lips and continued. "The Vampires were led by a fearless leader named Desdemona. Luckily, although she was a vampire, she died, leaving the vampire kind for centuries without a queen. Unfortunately for everything good, before she died or was rather cruelly murdered in her sleep by her king who later on committed suicide, she bore a child. The child was never found for when the baby was at the frail age of one year, he was stolen from his crib by the nurse. Later on, as history has it, when the baby grew up and learned the truth of its heritage, he ran away and was never seen since. The sad thing with vampires is that once they no longer have a leader of royal family blood, they die as normal mortals do, not of bad health or deadly wounds, but just sort of pass away after a period of a hundred years. Desdemona's child never claimed the throne as a leader so ever since the queen died, Vampires have been mortal, although that isn't what concerns us at the moment. What we wanted to talk to you about is a prophecy made long ago by the Delphi priestess, Azurite. We both think it has something related with you."

          "What is the prophecy professor?" Ginny asked, afraid of the answer before she even heard it.

          Dumbledore cleared his throat, reciting as though it was a popular poem he had just learned: "In the riddled years a child will be born. She will bear the name of virgin but she will not be pure of heart. Deep inside her soul the true powers of Desdemona will lie, which once reawakened will wreck havoc upon the earth. She will trick her lord as her mother was once fooled and will become the one true Dark Queen that will torture humans to their very core. If she turns light, this creature could become the ultimate weapon that would bring the downfall of the Dark. If she chooses Dark, all good will perish. That is the prophecy Miss Weasley."

          "What does have to do with me?" Ginny asked, already knowing the answer.

          "We think it's you, Virginia," Fudge spoke for the first time since they had begun the discussion.

          "Me? What could possibly make you think it's me?" Ginny asked wildly, immediately standing up, pushing her chair back violently.

          "Calm down, Miss Weasley," Dumbledore soothed kindly, "We're not entirely sure. It could be someone else for all we know. It's just that all the evidence points to you, but no need to be alarmed, no harm will come to you Virginia. I will personally see to it," the old man said, shooting Fudge a strict look. "Now, if it won't be much of a problem for you, may you share with us last night's events that took place outside? This information could very much clear your name."

          Ginny sighed, hesitating a while before finally speaking, deciding she wasn't going to go telling the old coots all that took place. "I only remember bits and pieces of it. I must've hit my head on the pavement rather harshly because I can't remember everything. I remember going outside and I remember a shadow. It spoke to me than I tried to run away when I realized it was Voldemort. Unfortunately, he caught up to me and told me something I can't quite place my finger on right now. Then there were flashes of lights from the spells shot his way by the Aurors and next thing I knew, I woke up in the Hospital Wing."

          "Are you quite sure that is all you remember Virginia?" Fudge asked.

          "Yes sir," she replied innocently.

          "How did Voldemort look like Miss Weasley?" the Headmaster inquired.

          "I didn't get a chance to really see, but his hands were spidery and white."

          "Thank you Miss Weasley, take this portkey back to Hogwarts." Dumbledore said with a smile, handing her a small crystal which she grasped and in a few moments, got transported away.

          The Headmaster faced Fudge once more. "Do you think she was lying?" Fudge asked.

          "Theoretically she couldn't. Before we came here, I cast a truth spell on her."

          "Good, good." The minister mused thoughtfully, stuffing some paper in the available drawers of his desk.

          "But," Dumbledore continued, "We both know for a fact from the Aurors that Voldemort looks like his younger self again. Snape even confirmed it to me this very morning."

          "Yes, but maybe she just didn't really get a chance to look under his cloak." Fudge said.

          "Maybe," Dumbledore said, staring off into space. "Let's hope so!"

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            The portkey transported Ginny right into the 6th year girl dorms were she fell gently upon an empty bed. With a small 'Oomph' sound she stood up, straitening her clothes out. She quietly walked over to her bed, placing the letter inside her night table drawers.

          Classes had been cancelled for the day and Ginny decided to head down in the library to do some research on this person, Desdemona, that Dumbledore had supposedly believed she was the heir of. Passing by her mirror, she failed to notice her flattering ghost reflection that was slowly fading around the edges but was still present inside the reflective glass.

          "Ginny, how did you get upstairs? We didn't see you come in." Hermione said as Ginny climbed downstairs.

          "Portkey," she replied simply, not stopping to talk with the trio, but their voices hailed her to an unavoidable halt.

          "Where are you going?" Ron asked, curious as always.

          "The library, I need to check some things out."

          "Be careful Ginny. You never know who you can trust and who you can't," Harry told her just before she stepped out of the common room.

          The halls seemed deserted but then again, the infirmary had seemed pretty full that morning and the night before. The library was open and Madame Pince shot her a sharp look as she entered. Ever since she had fallen asleep on her homework the past year and had "disturbed the students with her loud and manly snores" as the old coot put it, the woman had disliked Ginny.

          The redhead paid no heed to the dirty look and casually strolled toward the section she believed such books on people like Desdemona were kept. In just a few minutes, she had managed to pull out a book that was almost as big as her whole arm and very dusty, apparently, not many people were interested on the obviously forgotten subject. Ginny opened the book, 'Desdemona, A life story', flipping right through it until her eyes settled upon something catchy.

          The blood of Desdemona allows the drinker to be a day vampire, thus allowing them to sustain the painful and deadly to vampires, rays of the sun. The person, if human, will start developing vampire characteristics, but will not fully morph into an actual, blood sucking creature.

          If the blood is administrated to the heir-

          Ginny pressed her finger to her lips, wetting just a little so she could easily turn the page. The yellow parchment flipped with a dusty air and Ginny resumed reading.

 

          Desdemona was the first vampire of them all. She was the first human that sold her soul to the darkest one of them all, in exchange for half of his immortal powers.

          Ginny stared blankly at the pages, flipping back and rereading the last sentence. The next page didn't make any sense. The sentence just stopped without being finished. It was almost as though-

          Her fingers slowly and gently brushed over the ripped and torn paper at the middle of the book along its spine. The page was torn out of the book! Who in the hell could've taken it? Ginny wondered furiously as she flipped to the beginning of the book, checking for the people who had looked at the book. Her name had already magically appeared on the list, right under-

          Ginny gasped, half falling out of her chair. The list read, Tom Riddle – 1942.

          "Weasley, what an unpleasant surprise," Malfoy drawled dryly and Ginny quickly slammed the book shut, afraid Malfoy may comment on her choice of reading material. She wasn't far from the reality either. "What are you reading?"

          "Nothing," she said hastily, covering the title, but it was futile, for Malfoy yanked the book out of her grasp. " 'Demons and other magical creatures'. Interesting choice for a Weasley if I must say so myself."

          Ginny snatched the book from his hands, checking the title right away. "Are you blind?"

          "What?" Draco asked slipping into a wooden chair opposite of her.

          "I asked if you're blind. That's not the title of the book." Ginny said, handing him the book to reread the title that was written in big, blood red letters that seemed to sparkle in the light. To her, they clearly spelled 'Desdemona, A life story' but it looked like Malfoy was seeing something entirely different.

          "It's the same as before. You're odd Weasley, has anyone ever told you that?" he asked snidely.

          Ginny ignored him, rolling her eyes and flipping the book open. "Read something out of it."

          Malfoy's brows rose on their own accord and he was shooting her a skeptical look. "Just read the damn book!" Ginny said with an annoyed sigh.

          "Day demons are different than night demons. Unlike the latter, they are invisible and because of that, they are therefore twice as dangerous. Although they are not as powerful as the night demons, they can cause quite the damage and there have been cases were the victim was killed."

          "Alright, that's enough." She said after she noted that Malfoy didn't intend to stop anytime soon.

          "Glad to see you're satisfied Weasley. This is a good book, I might actually consider a second look."

          "Don't you dare Malfoy, I need that book!" the redhead said through clenched teeth.

          The blond smirked smugly as he rose from his seat, casually striding to the main desk with the book in his hands.

          "Malfoy," Ginny hissed, running after him, but he increased his walking pace and chose to ignore her as he placed the book in front of the old librarian. "Malfoy, give it back! I had it first so therefore its mine."

          "It was in the library so theoretically speaking it's the schools, not yours." He commented wryly, watching as Madame Pince magically added his name to a list she kept of all books checked out. 

          "Malfoy! You have no right! Give it to me!" Ginny said as she quite suddenly attacked him, ignoring the shocked and revolted gasp that escaped the lips of the librarian.

          "Miss Weasley! Control yourself. We're not animals, we can reason it out without violence." She said sternly, prying the vicious redhead off Malfoy's back.

          "We're not animals, but I'm not so sure about her!" Draco said as he fondled his tie and brushed his robes.

          "Argh! Malfoy you are so getting your ass jumped by the end of this year!" Ginny said wildly, casting Malfoy in a look that would've had him dead and buried six feet under right there and then.

          "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Weasley, both of you stop this nonsense at once." Madame Pince half yelled, noting the dirty and somewhat murderous look Ginny shot Draco.

          "Now, Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy had the book first and he already checked it out. You might ask to borrow it from him, but otherwise it's his for the next month." She said, keeping her temper and voice control in check.

          "But-"

          "Miss Weasley, my words are final. If you have something else to comment, take it up with the headmaster." The librarian said with an annoyed huff and quickly turned, nose high in the air as she made her way to a couple of noisy first years, ready to scold them for their behaviour.

          Ginny turned, ready to pour out all her anger on the blond, but Malfoy was nowhere in sight. Instead, where he had stood just moments ago a slip of blank parchment was neatly folded, lying forgotten on the burgundy carpet of the library. Curiously, Ginny reached a hand down and picked it up, examining it. Finally deciding that the paper might come in useful when writing a note in class, she stuffed it down the deep pockets of her robes and strode out of the library.

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          Ginny stood a top a hill overlooking a deep green clearing, bordered around by a stuffy forest that seemed to emit strong waves of dark magic. Paying no attention to that, Ginny looked up, taking in the majestic beauty of the full moon.

 

          As she was still looking up out of nowhere Ginny felt her body whirl around in a small twirl and she quite suddenly found herself in the middle of the clearing, her eyes still glancing at the sky and the moon, which were now both bathed in red.

          Confused, Ginny returned her vision downward and looked around. Her surroundings were still the same, but something was definitely out of place. Maybe it was the fact that everything was now red, even the grass and the big trees looming darkly over the open field. Her vision flashed black then red in front of her eyes and Ginny soon found that around her a circle of more than twenty people had gathered.

          All of the strangers were draped in black cloaks but a feeling from deep inside her gut told her that they weren't your usual sinister Death Eaters. She was right too, for no Death Eaters she had ever seen bore what looked like a silk bandana tied around their left forearm, she also seriously doubted that Voldemort's followers had fangs or were in desperate need of a tan. These were definitely not Death Eaters, they were vampires and Ginny felt cornered. There was no escape!

          A man with brown-black hair and eyes greener than even Harry Potter's walked forward in her direction, stopping only a few feet away from her and kneeled down. In his hand he held something covered by a black cloth that Ginny felt she didn't want to find out what it was that it covered. 

          In a flash of time that seemed to go painfully slow for the terrified redhead, the man had removed the cloth, revealing a long but ancient-looking knife. Rubies and emeralds were draped elegantly onto the handle and strange engravings could be read by someone very learned in old speeches. The blade was skilfully sharpened, glistering in the red light of the bloody moon.

          Ginny's stomach clenched in fear, wondering what in the world was the man going to do with that knife. He wasn't about to kill her, or was he?

          The vampire raised his blood circled green eyes to Ginny's bright blue ones, and the redhead felt a searing pain deep throughout her middle. Her mouth formed a pained 'O' and she cast her eyes downward, her hand feeling its way on her tummy.

          Her finger brushed a red sticky substance and with a gasp, she pulled the bloody knife out, dropping onto the grass. Feeling the suffocating effects of the deadly wound, Ginny backed up, shakily falling backwards on her back and loosing conscience.

          The man smiled, cleaning the soiled knife on the cuff of his cloak. Returning amongst the group, he handed the knife to a select person that seemed to stand out against them all.

          "She'll need two more strikes, Riddle, and then she'll be ours."

          The man took the knife that immediately disappeared under his cloak, and he smirked. "Good job Zabini! Good job."

    

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            Ginny awoke from a terrible pain around her middle. She remember the man from her dream but his face swam fuzzy in her mind. Ginny cursed, for she knew that in her dream she had found him familiar. However if she saw him even the next day she wouldn't be able to actually recognize him. With another unladylike curse, she stood straight up, pushing the covers off the bed and getting out. In the room, her dorm mates were snoring rather loudly, none of them noticing her strange behaviour.

          Walking hastily towards a mirror, Ginny raised the thin layer of her silk pyjama top, examining her milky white stomach that was unusually pale. Gingerly she touched where her dream wound had been and hissed in pain, quickly withdrawing her hand. Although no wound was present on her body, remains and pain from a deep gash were still present and oddly fresh.

          With a sudden thought, Ginny ran back to the bed, inspecting the sheets. They were soaked in dark, red blood. Her stomach turned in disgust and fear, but also from a mysterious hunger that demanded immediate attention. Unconsciously, her blue eyes acquired the strange red circle around them and her teeth grew just a bit longer and sharper at the edges.

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