He stood in front of the mirror, eyeing himself closely for any imperfection. Not that it really mattered; there would be buckets of blood on him, maybe his own, in a matter of hours.

But when one was called in to see the Dark Lord, one was expected to look perfect, even if they would be in the dirt within seconds of arrival, praising their master.

Draco Malfoy took a deep breath and left his tent, heading in the direction of the Dark Lord's quarters. He soon found himself standing outside, unwilling to enter, for fear of what awaited him.

When a dark voice beckoned him in he entered and bowed at Lord Voldemort's feet immediately. "Stand, Draco."

He did so.

"Would you happen to know what today is, Draco?"

Draco dropped his eyes to the ground, unwilling to look at the evil man's face before him. He muttered an answer.

"What's that?"

"Cleansing day, sir." He repeated a little louder, bringing his head up to face his Master.

"You are correct, in a way, but also wrong. You see, Draco, today is the day I must choose a successor."

"Master?"

"A successor. Someone to carry on what I have started. Today, Draco, I will die."

"How, Master? How do you know this?"

"Because today is also I will destroy Albus Dumbledore, and the equal will come upon me."

Draco had no idea what to say to this, so he nodded.

"I have called you here today, boy, because I have chosen you. You will oversee the Death Eaters. You, Draco, will end the world as we know it. And when I die, my powers will be bestowed unto you."

"Why me?" Draco blurted. He bit his tongue immediately, flinching at his mistake.

"Do not question my judgment. You are a Malfoy, you are young and intimidating. You will be the perfect Dark Lord."

"Thank you, master." Draco bowed, and kissed the hems of his beneficiary's robes. "Thank you."

"You may leave now, go, and prepare for the battle to come."

Draco left the tent.

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The stone was cold beneath her, so Ginny made to sit up. Fire coursed through her body with even a fraction of movement. Pain…well, at least she knew she wasn't dead…

Her head was pounding, and her muscles were stiff. She checked her surroundings. She either appeared to have been taken captive or this was one hell of a strange hospital.

Four solid, cement walls surrounded her, broken only by a small barred with and a door with a small looking hole.

Brisk footsteps sounded in the hallway and paused at her door. Ginny unconsciously held her breath as the lock chinked and the door swung open.

Her held breath caught in her throat as Draco Malfoy stepped in and closed the door behind him, casually walking over and sitting next to her.

"Hey, Weasley." He said after a minute.

"Hi."

It was just like old times. Except in the old times Draco didn't kill people. People Ginny cared about.

"So…what'd I miss?"

Draco smirked. "I'm the new Dark Lord."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"So they….all follow you now, huh?"

"Pretty much."

"Hmm…"

Silence ensued for a long period of time before Ginny made herself ask him:

"Malfoy?"

He turned to her to signify his attention.

"Is…are they…all gone?"

He turned his head up to the ceiling closed his eyes and thought. "Pretty much." He sighed after awhile.

Ginny nodded and fought back the tears that were threatening to fall. "I see…"

"Hey." He spoke the word softly, and Ginny knew the word was everything that he couldn't say out loud. I'm sorry.

He turned her head so she would meet his eyes and touched her cheek affectionately.

Ginny allowed him to move her, to meet his icy eyes, but they were the eyes of a stranger, a killer Ginny didn't know.

She looked away.

"Weasley…"

"I don't feel like talking right now, Malfoy. Just…give me awhile." Ginny could hear the mixture of resentment and bitterness in her voice, and partially hoped that Malfoy couldn't.

It was apparent that he did, however, when he stood abruptly and walked out of the room without a word, not bothering to lock the door.

Ginny knew that this gesture meant she could leave whenever she wanted, but stayed in her cell anyways, staring at the wall in silence for hours.

All dead…all of them…gone…Malfoy's the Dark Lord…how wrong is that! …All…gone

Ginny couldn't bear the thought any longer, and finally she gave into the silent tears that stung her eyes.

When the tears stopped, and Ginny had somewhat composed herself she stood, walked across the cell and slowly opened the door.

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dun dun dun! Haha…sorry for the long wait...the beginning is a flashback, of course