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 5

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A creature of the night,

She waits for the blanket of stars,

And then spreads her wings.

On the hunt,

She seeks out her mortal prey.

Trelawney said suddenly, her eyes glazed over and her voice deep, akin to her usual high-pitched tone. The class stared oddly at her, they're faces unreadable except for the evident shock and even fearsome feelings that surfaced upon their faces as they watched their teacher recite something odd.

Trelawney's eyes quickly snapped back to normal and she looked surprised at the look her students bore. "What is the matter? Have I said something?" she inquired, puzzled.

To prove Ron and Harry's assumptions, Lavander Brown raised her hand and without awaiting permission, blurted out loudly. "You've had a vision, professor. Should I go get Dumbledore?" she asked.

"I had a vision?" Trelawney seemed to ask of herself, pausing to think back a bit. "Yes, yes! Contact the headmaster." She said in her eerie tone. "In the meantime, will Miss Brown is on her little trip, would someone write down what I've said."

Ron groaned, but the class obliged anyways. Harry complained as well, his mind wondering aback on the vision. Weird things were bound to happen at Hogwarts this year, and it had already started, few did he know.

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Ginny was annoyed. Someone had been following her for over two weeks now. It was already November and despite all her Vampire sense, she still couldn't figure out who the person was. They're smell was odd, familiar in a sort of strange way, but they were awfully damn good at keeping in the shadows.

Were she alone, she would've growled in frustration. "So Gin, haven't seen a lot of you lately…" Hermione began. Ginny was thankful that the mousy girl had dropped the subject of her bruises which were anyway slowly starting to fade and she was glad, because she was sure Hermione hadn't told her brother or Harry. She would've know it if she did, for Ron wouldn't have hesitated to inquire of the bruises if Hermione told him. "How you been?"

"Apart from swamped down by homework, just peachy Hemrs!" Ginny said, adding a smile for effect.

The brunette laughed and two girls entered the Great Hall, sitting down by themselves, because the boys were off practicing Quidditch, again!

Ginny pulled a small, but fairly done steak onto her plate, cutting a bite and shoving it her mouth immediately. "Never knew your tastes ran to such…umm…juicier things, Gin." Hermione said with meek distaste, eyeing the blood in the redhead's plate that had soaked out of the steak as she had cut it.

Ginny laughed. "Now you do."

"Say Gin, why is that Slytherin git always watching you, I've been meaning to ask you this for quite a while." Hermione said, briefly throwing her gaze toward the Slytherin table.

"Hmm?" Ginny inquired, half bent over plate, her fork stuck in her mouth as she monetarily froze.

"Blaise Zabini. I've seen him following you a lot lately. Is something going on between you two?" the brunette asked, concern writ on her features.

Ginny laughed again, swallowing the food and washing it down with some water. "No, no…maybe he wishes it though." The redhead laughed again, owing a crack from Hermione as well, as both girl looked over at the brunet boy.

Sensing the pressure of two pairs of eyes, he looked up but they had already averted their gazes away from him.

So Ginny, thought as Hermione quieted down, eating a few bites of her own food, Hermione wasn't even a vampire and she had managed to figure out and unmask her mysterious stalker, with great stealth. Ginny had to hand it to Hermione, she was rightly entitled to the honour mention of "Smartest-Witch Of-The-Century". If such a thing didn't exist, they should invent it just for her muggle friend that Ginny quite adored at times such as those that were rapidly approaching.

That night, after dinner, as the two of them made their way slowly out of the Hall and through the bustling crowds of students, Hermione asked Ginny if she wished to come down to the Pitch and watched the boys play.

Ginny actually considered going for a moment, but then she seemed to remember something and had to sadly decline. "I don't think I can, sorry Herms. Another time maybe, say 'hi' to those two oafs for me, would you?" Ginny said with a smile and Hermione nodded, heading towards the Quidditch field.

As Ginny found herself wondering down a dark corridor, she thought that this was a perfect time to drag Blaise out and ask him a few questions. In fact, her luck was quite thriving for the past few days of the present week and she intended to exploit it. He was lurking in the shadows, Ginny could feel and identify him, now that Hermione had told her of his stalking.

Ginny stopped and with a fake strangled cry, feel to the floor in a dead faint. If she was good of an actress as she believed herself to be, and were it true that she meant to be the Queen of Vampires, then Blaise would definitely care for her health. If not, at least for his life, for if her memory served her correctly, Voldemort wanted her alive, and Blaise was a faithful follower no doubt. It would be a pity for him to screw up and inform his master that Ginevra Weasley had died by a freak accident.

Quite true to her assumptions, Ginny felt Blaise stop in the shadows and she could almost picture his puzzled and dumb-struck expression. He remained rooted to the spot for quite a few minutes during which Ginny got very impatient, from time to time getting to urge to fidget or scratch her back…the floor was very uncomfortable!

When Blaise moved though, he was quick, bending by her side in an instant. If Ginny knew right, vampires didn't need to breathe in order to sustain their life, so she struggled to slow her heart beat and completely block out her breathing. What Ginny didn't know, was that in order for that rule to apply, the vampires needed to be immortal, which they weren't until she regained her throne. Blaise, with trembling, shaky fingers, checked for her pulse. Ginny could slowly feel herself choking but she kept still no matter what.

Ginny struggled with her body's desires, sustaining her thirst, this time for oxygen. She felt the boy's cold fingers touch her neck, sending a shiver down her back and that's when Ginny acted out. Her hand hastily snapped up, grabbing his wrist and pushing him off her, pinning him on the floor, her eyes now wide open, a wicked grin adorning her face.

"Blaise what a pleasant surprise? I had my suspicions I must say, but who would've thought?" she said with a chuckle, looking at the stone columns but at the same time keeping Blaise under her iron grip. Until then, not even she had known the strength she possessed, and Blaise obviously underestimated her.

"Weasley, let me go." He pulled at her hands, struggling underneath her.

"Not so tough once you're out of the shadows Zabini?" She smiled sweetly at him, but it was definitely not one that suggested butterflies and pink cotton candy.

"Let me go you little wench--"

Ginny tutted, shaking her head and increasing her grip, which Blaise painfully felt. "That's no way to speak to royalty, learn some manners Zabini!"

"How do you know?" the brunet asked after getting past his initial shock. "You aren't supposed to know anything about that."

Ginny laughed, yet again. "Well if what I said before were just my assumptions, you've just confirmed them correctly. Some Death Eater you are…Voldie wouldn't be pleased!"

"Voldie?" he inquired, looking at her oddly.

She rolled her eyes, "The Dark Lord!" she released her grip and Blaise slowly sat up, reasoning that if she knew what she was and what she was capable of might prove dangerous in close proximity to her, therefore, he was careful to maintain his distance.

"So you'll join the cause I presume…" He began, trailing off with lack of something to say.

She looked at him as if he had suddenly spurted a tail and two hors atop his head. "What makes you say that? The prophecy clearly states," she paused, gesturing with her hand, "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. I haven't picked yet but I'm willing to stick with my own side."

Blaise looked at her puzzled. "Your own side?"

"Yes, you see, I don't practically care so much for the good side, but the Dark side has brought me only pain and I'm sure Tom is only looking to use me. So, I was up late last night thinking, why don't I make my own side? That way, the light does not perish, the dark dose not perish either and everyone's satisfied, including me."

Now it was Blaise's turn to stare at her as if she had spurted horns and a tail.

"But the reason I sought you out tonight was to tell you that you stalking me is getting on my nerves lately, so to put it quite plainly, if you want to live, stay the hell away from me. Also, please tell my 'dear friend', Tom, that I'm not going to help him and he'll never have me." She said defiantly, leaving behind a shocked Blaise as she disappeared in an instant in the direction of her common room.

This was turning in to be quite difficult, and Blaise fearfully knew that the Dark lord wouldn't be pleased.

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"What?" He yelled, expressing a rage none of his followers had seen him ever show. "Her own side? Is she bloody mad, doesn't she know what she's up against?"

"My Lord, if I say so myself, all the vampires are willing to follow her, if not, they would do it for the simple gift of immortality." Lucius said, his calm and collected exterior revealing no emotions. "She can become quite a threat!"

"That's obvious Malfoy, otherwise I would be so damn mad at this moment. However, it was not prudent of you to interrupt me. Crucio!"

Although Lucius struggled to contain his screams, a few whimpers did escape his lips. When finally Voldemort decided to put an end to the spell, he superficially waved his hand in the air, his expression one that oscillated between boredom and anger.

"To think you're my best Death Eater and you still haven't learned the proper respect!? I'm clearly surrounded by incompetent…" he struggled to find the right word for a couple of seconds. "IDIOTS!" his rage was back in full power. Nobody dared speak. "We will have to get her. That was the originally plan anyways, although I hadn't expect to act so soon." He sighed, pacing around the room. "Any ideas on how this will be achieved?"

Voldemort had to admit, McNair was a courageous man, considering his current angry mood in which he was capable on even turning against his followers. "Isn't there another Hogsmade visit or something silly of such sort before the Christmas holidays?" a few other Death Eaters in the room nodded, and Tom formed a vague idea where this was heading.

"Thank you McNair, I got it from here," Tom said sternly, authority flooding his voice. "We can attack Hogsmeade, I'll handle Ginevra, while the rest will be a beacon for us all." he said, a crazy smile dancing on his lips.

Thus it was settled. Two weeks they had to wait, and the Dark Lord was already getting impatient. He would finally get what rightful belonged to him, his most prized possession…Ginevra, sweet, sweet Ginny!

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Blaise seemed to stay away from her lately, taking to her words, but Ginny felt as though she was wearing a large sign plastered on her shirt that said "Voldie's most wanted" whenever she passed by the Slytherins. By looks of it, Blaise had delivered his message for the Dark Lord well enough. It also looked as though the Death Eaters were organizing something big, so much could be deducted from Draco's satisfactory sneer every time he passed by him. One day he even had the nerve to address her!

"Hey Weasley," he had said nastily, approaching her whilst his 'friends' hung back. "I heard you have your own army now. Is it like a slut army or something like that…After all, it's the best you could wish from that pathetic excuse you call a life." He had smirked then and she had done something almost everyone probably secretly wished they could.

She had slapped his cheek harshly, her nails drawing blood as they left scratch marks on his face. He had backed away from her, throwing threats and stuff of the like sort, threats about what his father would do once he was informed that "Weasley scum has touched my skin!" as he had put it at the time, Ginny recalled.

"Malfoy, if I were you, I would be disgraced to admit to anyone of ever being hit by a girl, never mind whining about it like a little prissy school girl! What a joke you are indeed!" she said with distaste, her tone of voice holding back unexpressed hatred towards the blond.

Even now, as she passed through the corridors by a group of Slytherins, they watched her wearily, some even gawking at her as made her way further down the hall.

Of course Ron and Harry had a party when they heard, even Hermione's scolding voice didn't diminish their happiness. "Bloody brilliant Gin!" Ron exclaimed proudly later on that night, after dinner…Apparently news traveled faster than wildfire. "I always knew my baby sister had Malfoy-arse-kicking potential."

"She probably gets it from you Ron," Hermione said from across her seat in one of the red, plush sofas.

"Yeah!" Ron agreed, giving Ginny a hug, but a frown quickly darkened his face. "Hold on a tic…Is that a good thing?"

Hermione laughed, containing her giggles with a nearby, golden pillow. "Mione!"

Even Harry had been proud. "I must say Ginny that must've taken a lot of guts! And from what I heard, a very snappy retort as well!" he chuckled, scratching the back of his head as Ginny settled down beside him, watching Ron try to tickle Hermione out of the corner of her eyes.

"Yeah, snappy indeed," Ginny said with a self-satisfied smile. "Probably hurt the big baby's pride." Mock hurt was added to her tone and Harry let out a laugh, but his attention was soon averted by Hermione's pleas for Ron to stop.

"RON!" she gasped between giggles, "Stop, I-I can't," another giggle rippled over her lips, "breathe! Stop or I'll pee myself!" Finally Ron gave in and Hermione straightened up after regain control of her heart rhythm.

She gave a wide smile, "So have you guys made up your mind on what you're buying as gifts for Christmas?"

Mostly they all nodded. "I was thinking of getting Bill and new earring, maybe if I found a good enough one in Hogsmade," Ginny stated. "You guys are going right?"

They nodded. "What should I get Hermione Gin? You're a girl, so what would she like?" Ron asked loudly enough for the brunette to overhear.

"Ron! I told you I don't want any gifts! You're a gift enough…a handful one too." She said, cuddling against him and placing a small kiss atop his freckled nose.

Ginny moved away from them, closer to Harry who understating the redhead girl's sudden distaste, allowed her same room beside him. And so the night went on…

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"Look over there Gin that one looks nice, it even has a diamond on the gold band." Hermione gushed, pointing to one of the more manly-looking earrings in the store.

They had almost finished all their shopping, but Bill's gift was still a problem. Hermione was getting quite exasperated with her too. Nothing was good enough for the redhead. "Too tacky, to simple. Too thin, too thick, to big, to small…" it went on and on and on for what seemed like forever.

Ginny looked at it briefly, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "Nah, I don't like it. Its gold, Bill never wears gold. Come to think of it," Ginny straightened, musing, a slim finger lightly touching her lips. "I think he's allergic to it."

Hermione felt she could snap the other girl's head off if given the chance, after all, desperate times called for desperate measures. "Ginny," the brunette whined, "Please pick one! We've looked at almost everything in the store!" she glanced briefly at her legs, fidgeting with the heavy shopping bags. "And my feet hurt!" she pouted.

Ginny sighed in defeat. "Fine, I suppose I'm tired as well." She told Hermione and smiled at the sales witch, walking over to where she had spotted a silver earring she had liked earlier.

"That one?" the witch asked, her hand resting on the earring in the showcase. Ginny nodded.

"Ginny? Why didn't you pick that one from the beginning if you liked it? It was the first one we looked at!" Hermione expressed heatedly, her face screwed up in exasperation.

"I wanted to see what else there was in the store. I wanted to get him something even nicer than that." She commented as she handed the witch six Galleons and they took their leave.

"Where to now?" Ginny asked, welcoming the skittish winter wind as it fluttered through the front of her open cloak.

Hermione checked her muggle watch before answering the redhead rather snappishly, from Ginny's opinion. "Well, we were supposed to meet with Ron and Harry at Honeydukes about almost an hour ago. Let's hope they're still there."

"I think they better be if they care for their health or lives for that matter." Ginny said with a chuckle as she acted out an evil face.

Hermione laughed, trying to mimic Ginny's expression, but failing. "Right! They better be there or they can start saying their prayers from now if they left."

Honeydukes was not as fairly crowded as it was the usual appearance of the sweetshop, but Hermione and Ginny didn't seem to notice or if they did, they didn't mind.

"Where are they?" Hermione asked, getting angry after having searched the store countless times.

"I don't know, we've searched through and through didn't we?! And still no sign of them, they probably left!" Ginny said, glaring at a lollypop.

"Damn them! They better know that they have now invoked the powers of hell at the will and bend of our hands." She laughed carelessly and walked toward the main counter. "Maybe the sales witch knows something, after all, it's pretty hard not to be noticed in a store if you're Harry Potter. Perhaps she will tell us if she's seen them. For all we know, they can still be stuck down at that Quidditch shop." Ginny nodded, following the older girl.

The sales lady was a thin and tall witch, with half-moon spectacles much like the headmaster's, with slim hands and a shrivelled-by-age body. "Excuse me, would you be so kind as to tell us if you've seen Harry Potter and a redhead boy earlier in your store?" Hermione inquired polity.

The old woman smiled, "Yes, a half an hour ago I believe. They seemed to be waiting for someone but they left quite soon after purchasing some sweets. I think they talked of going to three broomsticks for butterbeer or some drink of such sort. Are you girls from a Harry Potter fan club?" Hermione and Ginny looked disgusted. They had heard of such things, but never had they been considered by others to be part of one, with the exception of Ginny, in her first year.

"No, we're friends." Hermione replied and after thanking the old witch, turned to Ginny. "Well we know where they are, got everything you wanted from here?" The redhead waved a small, red bag in the air. "Good, let's go then."

Ginny nodded, falling in step beside Hermione as they left the store, treading on the now thick layers of snow that had fallen during the day. The day had gotten darker and the girls both silently guess it was time to head back to school, however, they still had to check the Three Broomsticks for the boys.

Even the wind blew harder and the air was even icier as evening drew on slowly. Ginny tightened her shabby cloak around her frail body in hopes of trying to attain some more heat to warm her body with.

Hermione was suffering from the same problem as her redhead friend, but not with her cloak, but her gloves instead. The brunette had managed to forget her gloves at Hogwarts and due to the frigid cold, her hands were now beet red.

Through the snow storm that had gathered during their short walk from Honeydukes to the bar, Ginny used her better vampire sight and could vaguely manage to make out the outline of the oncoming bar.

"We're almost there," Ginny whispered through the storm, eyeing Hermione who was currently struggling against the powerful winter wind.

"When I get to those two, I'm going to kill them!" she said, pushing the hair that blew in her face.

Ginny had said it to herself before and if she ever got the chance, she would stick to her saying from then on. She was a magnet for bad things waiting to happen and her friends were not to meddle in them. However Hermione did, for fate had decided to drag her into Ginny's chaotic life as well.

A loud terrified scream startled the two girls, who stopped dead in their tracks, wildly searching their snow-white surroundings. It was only when they saw flashes of green light and more screams ensued that they had the natural instinct to run, and find a place to hide.

However, it was already too late for Hermione was grabbed from behind, trying to yell a muffled "Run!" in Ginny's direction, kicking helplessly against the strong arms that held her captive.

Ginny on the other hand put up quite a fight. Even a couple of hooded figures stopped the torturing of their victims to watch her interesting "display".

She growled and twisted, biting and clawing at her captives, kicking and hitting any of her attackers' body parts she could. The gathered hooded strangers laughed, enjoying her little tirade with much amusement. Her cloak ripped and the purchased gifts lay sprawled in a mess of wrapping papers and snow.

Her hair flew wildly in the storm and her face was scrunched up in concentration, her gums killing her on the inside of her mouth as hatred for all Death Eaters rose and boiled hotly in her blood. And damn them, they were laughing at her, she was a good actress to them!

It was only when she jabbed a long nail - that had somehow grown rapidly over just mere minutes after having recently been broke by one of the hooded figures – into one of her captor's neck, blood spilling over onto his black cloak as his jugular vein was pierced.

She withdrew her finger, watching in fascination the blood that enveloped it. Ginny could have sworn she heard and intake of breath from her 'audience' as she brought the finger to her lips, sucking on it until it was clean. Even Hermione had seemed to stop trashing around, watching Ginny with horror mixed with interest.

"Now," she drawled in a low growl, "Who wants to be next?" she asked, eyes bloodshot and a crazy grin adoring her once 'sane' face.

The Death Eaters backed away slightly, but Hermione was still a captive. Were it not for his sudden appearance, Ginny would've fought for Hermione's release, killing each and every single one of the cruel men that dared capture her… But he had to come and ruin her show.

"Stay away, this one's mine for taking!" he said with a chuckle as Ginny eyed his smirk through the shadows that covered his hooded face. She quickly glanced down beside her, eyeing the snow covered wand with disguised interest.

But nothing seemed to escape Tom. He chuckled and accioed the wand. Drat it! Ginny swore, was she bound for bad luck forever.

She almost growled as she felt him magically biding her hands and legs instead of just stupefying her, just for his sick pleasure at watching her twist and even manage to spring away from the bonds, that quickly got hold of her body again, twisting around her curves tighter this time.

Ginny's world started spinning and soon enough darkness took over her as she and Hermione were both dragged through a portal hole of some sort.

None of the girls knew what awaited them on the other side, but they both knew one thing: it wouldn't be pretty!

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OMG! I had the weirdest mental imagine and I nearly laughed myself to death. I was just listening to the song "I like Big butts", do you guys know that song? Anyway I was just thinking of Ginny dancing to it in front of Tom, wiggling her bum seductively. I just started laughing so hard I ended up with sharp pains in my chest!!! Just picture it, you'll have a laugh!!!

And before you say it, I know, I'm an odd one!

Alright, now that I have some time on my hands, a proper acknowledgments is in order for my four reviewers!! furrows brows and wonders what was done wrong in chapter 4 that it was so poor. Thanks a bunch guys, your support was much appreciated.

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"What could you possible have of ours that would give you so much confidence?" the man asked, curiosity spilling into the tone of his voice.

"You'll see!" He smirked, facing the strange group of men.

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Ginny closed her eyes, trying to regain her tough composure. They reached the end of the hallway and Lucius Malfoy stepped in front of them, opening the doors with a careless wave of his wand.

"Master!" he called, bowing as he entered the room and Ginny felt the Death Eaters' grip on her disappear as she stumbled onto her knees, nearly collapsing on the wine red carpet as she tripped over her feet.

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"What a fright you gave me, Riddle! I don't know how I'll ever manage to regain my wits or bring my raging heart under control!" she said mockingly, tilting her head to the side as she glared at him.

As always, he looked amused with her. "I didn't know I had that effect on you Ginevra! We must – ah…mm - experiment sometime to see if you have the same reaction."

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Well, that's it!!! Till next time folks and rember i want reviews!!!!

Ginger