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.

Chapter 9

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Ginny awoke back in her room. Her head swam and he vision was slightly blurred around the edges. It was dark inside the room, the only light dimly emanated from the blazing fire that burned in the hearth. The door to the room was ajar, and voice flittered through the crack and into the room. Slowly, almost hesitatingly, she pushed the covers away and stepped onto the floor, her bare feet growing accustomed to the cold boards almost immediately.

The past days events came back flowing into her brain, making Ginny halt in anger. She gritted her teeth. The bastard! How dare he steal her powers? How dare he make himself king of the vampires without her approval…She sighed…but he had her approval. She had given it when she said "I do." Not willingly, but she had given it nonetheless. He would have to pay. Ginny vowed silently to herself, her ears catching bits of the talk outside of the room. She began walking again.

The door was almost in her reach, and the conversation had now become clear. Tom and Lucius were talking.

"What do you propose we do with her now milord? We do not need her any longer." Malfoy commented.

She heard Tom sigh. "True, but how can I be certain that the vampires wont rebel against me for killing Desdemona heir."

"They won't!" Ginny heard Blaise say. "You are their king and by vampire code of conduct they cannot kill their kind. Especially their royalty, the code is embedded into the very essence of their being. Even if Ginny might wish to kill you, she cannot. The vampires won't rebel, of that I can assure."

"What are you suggesting I do?" Tom inquired of the two men.

Ginny held her breath. "Eliminate her. She is weak and will drag you down with her milord."

Ginny gasped, her eyes growing wide. Tom sighed again. "Very well." Ginny was shocked. "Kill her."

Before Ginny could react, the door opened, almost smashing Ginny to the side.

"Hasn't anyone told you that eavesdropping is rude Miss Weasley…or should I say Mrs Riddle?" Malfoy questioned dryly, twisted amusement contorted into his face.

"Fuck you," she swore, spitting in his face.

"You wench," Malfoy bellowed, wiping the saliva off his face and lunging for her. She was quicker of course, to her powers, and leisurely moved out of his way, only to land in Tom's outstretched hands.

"Zabini!" the Dark Lord yelled, struggling to keep Ginny under control as she trashed in his grip. "Quickly! The knife!"

"What?" Ginny asked Tom between kicks. "No honeymoon?" but his face remained stoic and he managed to bring her under control as Blaise dug into his cloak, groping around for a knife. He pulled it out of the sheath, the silver blade gleaming in the light.

Ginny chuckled. "You can't kill me with a simple knife. I'll heal!"

Behind her, Tom smirked, eyeing the old Malfoy as he joined in beside Blaise. "It's not just any knife love, it's a silver dagger."

Ginny's smile fell and her face grew pale. Her eyes glanced upon the dagger one last time before the deadly blow was delivered and she fell into the void of darkness that was the slowly consuming death.

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"We got to get her out of there!" Harry yelled at the Headmaster. "Both of them, Hermione and Ginny." His tone lowered. "Please Headmaster sir!"

Ron was on a nearby couch in the Headmaster's meeting room, a secret room just behind his office. He was trying to assure his mother, convincing her that Ginny was going to be alright, despite of the nagging dread in the pit of his stomach.

"Is anyone handling their case?" Arthur Weasley inquired of the Headmaster.

The old man nodded, pushing his spectacles back further on his nose.

"Severus is trying to pull out both Miss Weasley and Granger, despite the fact that his position within the circle would be surly jeopardized." Minerva answered her face grim.

Arthur sighed, readying himself to discuss the matter further, when the door suddenly blew open. Severus stepped through.

Everyone held their breath, all eyes on him. His robes were bloodied and his face looked weary, tired and drained. "Severus! What happened?" Albus asked with concern.

We were attacked. Miss Weasley…" he drew in a breath of air that came in with a scratch. "I managed to save Miss Granger…but Virginia…" he paused, looking sadly at the Weasleys.

Molly started sobbing uncontrollably. "Nooo!!! My baby!" she cried, burring her face in Ron's chest.

Arthur gulped. "Is she at least safe? Is he taking good care of her?" he inquired of the potion master.

The professor sighed. "Arthur, I'm afraid that…that…your daughter's dead!"

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Ginny floated through the darkness. She wondered how much time had passed. It felt as if forever had gone by and passed. Eons of time flew by her as she slept in the void. No, not slept, swam in the blackness of the night. Wasn't she going to go somewhere. Were was she? She was sure she was dead, for all ties to her body had been cut, she could feel no binds with the Earthly world no more.

Suddenly there was light. Slowly and faint at first, but then it begun to glow brighter. Soon, it had enveloped her whole, and Ginny opened her eyes. She found that she had a body. Probably not of her own, she guessed, walking on the floor.

It wasn't a floor per say, it was more like a glass that shielded starts and starts beyond it. In the shadows ahead there was a throne carved from black marble. It was cast completely in the darkness, despite the pale flames that burned on either sides of the seat.

"Come forth," a raspy, but strong echoing voice beckoned and Ginny felt afraid. However, she drew her courage and stepped forward.

The person remained in the shadows. "Who are you?" Ginny asked, surprised when her voice came out as a crystalline, melodic sound, entirely not her own. The voice, despite the honey-suckle flow of it, was strong and held great power behind its gentleness.

The person laughed. "I have many names. Lucifer, Demon, the Devil, the Dark one…" he paused. "It goes on."

Ginny was afraid. "Were am I?" she asked looking around, dragging her eyes away from his hidden figure.

"Isn't it obvious?" he chuckled. "You're in hell my dear. You are a vampire. You are one of my creatures, created from the depths of doom and chaos." He stopped and Ginny felt his eyes studying her. "But, you are not entirely mine. You are half dark, and half light. Very intriguing I must admit," he sighed. "You are the balancer and that's the reason why I have summoned you, why I was made to summon you."

"Made to summon?" Ginny inquiered puzzled.

"By power grater than my own." He said lightly. "You see Virginia, after your death the prophecy followed it course and the world was enveloped in chaos."

"Shouldn't that please you?" she interrupted and he could almost feel his smile.

"It did, but it disturbed the balance. You see, without good, evil cannot exist, it cannot be defined. It needs a good example to be determined as evil. Voldemort disturbed that balance. You were not supposed to die. That's why were sending you back."

"Sending me back?"

"That's right young one. Your mission will be to restore the balance of the world by destroying Voldemort. Of course you will not remember this, you will have a new identity. In time, dreams will reveal everything." He said, waving a hand across the air as though spelling out a letter.

Before she had a chance to ask anything else, she was whisked away in the black void, her mind drifting out of conscience.

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Aiden often took walks by his parents lake. The estate was enormous and sleepless nights were very common for him, especially since the full moon was fast approaching.

The night breeze dwindled in and out of the trees, the summer air chilly as it brushed over his bare skin. His unruly blond hair glistened under the rays of the moon. He walked slowly down the hill, making his way towards the shores of the lake. The water was as still as a mirrors surface, water slowly and softly lapping at the shores as if whispering secrets to the wind.

He neared the water, and his attention was suddenly drawn as though pulled by a magnetic force to the laying figure of a person that lay on the shores, not to far from the water.

The silhouette bathed in the moonlight, appeared female from a distance. Aiden cursed. She was trespassing, didn't she know? He ran over, ready to weak the beggar up, when he was mesmerised by the beauty of the stranger.

Her face was as pale as the whitest of snow and her lips were twin petals of roses. Her hair was midnight black, long and dwindled in a wavy manner that suggested that it was slightly curly. She had amazingly long and beautiful lashes, a small and well sculptured nose and high chiselled cheek bones. Her slim body was covered with a white veil that barely touched her form.

Who was this stranger? Aiden wondered, shaking her shoulders gently, making the veil slip from her shoulder slightly, revealing just a bit of a creamy coloured breast of soft flesh.

Her eyes fluttered open and he was further drawn in. The most unusual color of a cat eye green greeted him, mixed with hints of red and a troubled yellow black mixture was the strangest of the colours ever. Sure there were such things as contact lenses but this was beyond any science that he had ever encountered.

Her eyes had a sort of hypnotic quality. "Where am I?" she asked, her voice washing over him like honey.

He shook himself out his daze and held her in his arms, for it seemed apparent to him that she could not hold herself upright. "My estate in France." He replied in perfect English.

"France…" she whispered her crystalline voice enthralling. "Who am I?" she asked him, with wide, scared eyes.

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Here's the next chapter!! Quite a spin eh? Sorry it took so long, but I came down wit a two month cold…acute bronchitis that led into pneumonia. If you've got questions, don't hesitate to ask them…I've got answerers. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Ginger.