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Chapter 4: The Heir of Voldemort

Cold…cold stone.

He lifted his head and saw cold stone beneath him. He was on the ground. He looked to his right and saw a woman beside him just a few feet away, dead. Ahh, yes he remembered now, it was his sister. Stupid, foolish sister….

Destroy the body servant….

He heard a voice echo in his head, the voice of his master. Yes, he was his master now. He would take care of him. No one would bother him anymore. He would be better than everyone else. He would top all his siblings, his father, and his so-called friends….

Yes Ron, your so-called friends. Remember the things I have shown you. All the times Harry Potter took away your glory, all the classes Hermoine embarrassed you in, and all the times your family gave you the worst of everything that had been used before by one of your pathetic brothers. Remember that…

I will master…Ron replied in his thoughts. His master, Lord Voldemort, and him were one now. He was inside of him, giving him power, life, and everything he always wanted. He no longer had to listen to no one. As long as he obeyed his master, he would be king. He would be the most powerful wizard in the world.

 Standing, he stretched his arms and yawned. How long he had been on the stone floor, he did not know. All he knew now was that he was hungry, and it wasn't for physical food, though his stomach was grumbling persistently.

            He was hungry for revenge….

            He looked down at the body of his dead sister. Ginny's glassy eyes looked back, void of any life and emotion. She almost did not look real, like some eerie life size porcelain doll. He kicked the body and smiled, pointing his wand at it and setting it on fire. Ginny's body became an inferno of flames, her beautiful face blackening and melting away from her bones. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as Ron laughed hysterically, watching the flames rise higher and higher. In only a few minutes, the once vibrant woman was reduced to a blackened chard skeleton; smoke still coming from the ash around it. He glared at the remains. "Teach you to follow me, won't it dear sister! Or should I say DEAD sister!" He laughed again and walked out of the main chamber toward the tunnel that led outside.

            Lord Voldemort, who could see every that happened around his slaves' body through his eyes, watched amusingly as the young girl burned. He rather enjoyed this host, feeding off of his jealous rage he had kept hidden and his ability to channel it into sinister dark magic. Yes, he had picked a wonderful host.

            Ron stepped out of the cave and into the dark forest, smelling the pine air. He exhaled and noticed a large dark owl with piercing yellow eyes. It looked at Ron attentively as he drew closer.

He reached up, summoned a quill and parchment out of thin air. It whipped through the air and landed in his outstretched hand.

Now write what I told you my servant. We must inform your friends of your absence for the next few weeks while you begin my plan….

Ron smiled and began to write. After he was done he scribbled his name and rolled up the parchment, tying it securely to Voldemort's waiting owl. It hooted and nipped his hand affectionately. Spreading his large wings, he flew out over the trees and into the night. Ron watched the large owl fly away and then turned to the large fire pit that once brought him there. A dark form was now beside it, starting a new fire and performing spells to connect it to the Floo Network. The form was hooded and wore a death eater mask, covering his face.

            Ahh, my other servant that I had made contact with in dreams. I have the power, once they are given my mark, that I can enter their subconscious and give them orders. He was the only one close enough I could reach from my protective place inside you.

            Ron understood and stood before the death eater. The form looked up at Ron, gazing into his face. "What are you doing here Weasley!"

            The figure stood and removed his mask, scraggly blond hair falling around his sunken face. Ron knew that blond hair anywhere.

            It was none other than Lucius Malfoy…

            Far from the woods, the dark owl flew into the gates of the Potter Manor. Its alarming bright eyes pierced into the darkness, hunting for it's recipient. Its eyes landed on a young woman with dark brown hair. It gave a soft screech and dived toward the window he had seen the figure in…

            Hermione felt as if Daniel would never go to sleep after being so badly frightened by Ron's sudden outburst. But the toddler held his mother tightly in her arms and was now fast asleep. She sighed as she gently laid him down in his cradle, bundling the covers all around him. Kissing his small forehead, she rose up and smiled at her sleeping angel. Suddenly she heard a tap at the window. She turned and saw an enormous owl with large yellow eyes. It tapped its beak lightly on the window pane, looking at her.

            Who would be sending an owl at this time of night? She thought.

            Puzzled, she opened the window and the owl lifted its leg from the pane, presenting a letter to her. She untied it and the owl gave a small hoot and flew away into the night. Hermione unrolled the scroll and noticed it was from Ron.

            It read:

Dear Harry and Hermoine,

          I am sorry about the party. I don't know what came over me. It just seemed like the world was closing in on me. And my headache came back from earlier that morning, making it worse. It was horrible. Ginny came and met me and we talked about it and I feel much better. Please tell Lavender that I love her and will see her soon. I am sorry to be abrupt but I must leave the country for two weeks on ministry business. I must leave immediately for it is very important. Ginny should be home in about two weeks as well. She mentioned as she was leaving me in Diagon Alley about visiting some friends in Egypt. Some sort of surprise visit. She will send an owl when she arrives. I am sorry once more my friends and will be back in two weeks. Thanks for everything!

Ron

            Hermione read and reread the letter, still puzzled about its contents. It wasn't like Ron to do something like this. It just wasn't him….

            Worried, she walked out of Daniel's room and down the hall to the main bedroom. She opened the door, seeing Harry by the bed. She paused, taking in the site before her. Even though she had been with him and married to him for over a year, she could never get over how handsome her husband was. He was unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his hard muscular chest and stomach. He was not huge, but nicely built and lightly tanned thanks to years of Quidditch. His hair was slightly longer now, falling around his face wildly. Though the extra length had tamed his hair, it had not completely fixed the problem. But she loved his hair, even though it was so untamable.

            He looked up at her and smiled, his bright green eyes twinkling mischievously. His skintight pants fit every inch of his built figure as he moved toward her. She wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on her body, her face, her…

            She shook her head to remember why she had come in so quickly.

            "Harry, Ron sent us a letter just a moment ago."

            He finally reached her, smiling down at her. "And?"

            "It, it doesn't make sense dear. I mean…. it just sounds suspicious. I don't know, maybe I am overreacting. Here, you read it Harry." She handed the parchment to him and he read it over. She watched him silently as he rolled it back up and set it on the counter. That was not the reaction she expected.

            "Well aren't you worried Harry?" she said, slightly irritated.

            "No honey, Ron has done things like this before, just like Percy. He just needs some time away from all of this and work is the best way to do it. Don't worry about it Hermione. He will be fine, I am sure."

            "But what about Ginny!"

            "It runs in the family Hermione. I am telling you they do it all the time. Don't worry Hermione. The note said she would send an owl when she got there, it's all right. So, why don't you…."

            He bent his lips down to hers, brushing them slightly. "Come…." He slipped kisses down her neck, brushing one hand down her back. "To…" She felt her robe fall to the floor, revealing a long silk nightgown. "Bed…."

            She melted in his arms as he picked her up, carrying her over to the large canopy bed, covered in red satin sheets, her worries long forgotten, lost in his touch….

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            "I SHALL HAVE YOUR HEAD WEASLEY!" screamed Lucius Malfoy, pointing his wand right at the heart of Ron.

            "I don't think so Malfoy…" spoke Ron, but it wasn't with his voice. It was a deeper, more hissing voice that belonged to his master. He spoke through him to Malfoy, and he lowered his wand. His eyes widened and he fell to all floors, kissing the hem of Ron's robes. Ron enjoyed this immensely.

            "I…I…didn't know this was the form you had chosen my lord! I am terribly sorry! Please forgive my rudeness!"

            Ron kicked him aside, spitting at the ground in front of him. He sneered evilly and spoke to Malfoy, now in his own voice. "Right where you belong Malfoy, bowing before me. My master has chosen me to do his bidding; he has given me the power over you and everyone else. I am your leader now, as he is your master. I will have my revenge, and so will he. WE will pay back everyone that has ever gotten in our way. Now, are you ready to begin with the plan, Mr. Malfoy?"

            Lucius stared at him. Never in all his life had he ever seen a man with such evil in his eyes, except for his master himself. It was not all Voldemort's doing, turning this man. No, this had been inside him all along, he could tell. He was just like him in that sense. Anger, jealously, and all the feelings that go with it, yes this was a side of Ron Weasley that needed to be released, and Voldemort did it. He was no longer the man he was before. He was something much more…

            "I am ready master…." he said, placing his mask back on. He watched as Ron took his wand out, forming a mask in thin air. He finished it and held it in his hand. Suddenly his robes became deep black, a long hooded cape behind him. He placed the mask on his face, a symbol of the Dark Mark over his left cheek on the death eater mask. He was the Dark One, the man chosen by Voldemort to finish his plans.

            He was no longer Ron Weasley, heir of Hufflepuff, friend of Harry Potter.

            He was cold…He was dark.

He was The Heir of Voldemort….

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Well, now it really has begun. What are Voldemort's plans? And how will he explain Ginny's absence after the time is up? Read on, my friends, read on! And please review!