Yay! People are reading and liking it! Well, Just to warn you all, there is gonna be slash in this. It's not featured all that much, but it's there. So please do not torch me for that later. Without further ado, I give you the next chapter.


It had been two months since the War had ended. Various Death Eater were being tried and convicted. One trial in particular attracted the most spectators.

Mine.

"We find the defendant guilty of all charges. We sentence her to Azkaban for one year, then after her imprisonment, she shall be given the Kiss."

"My baby!"

My mother sobbed woefully as I was sentenced to receive the dreaded Dementor's Kiss. Others had smug looks on their faces. But the most prominent expression was pity.

Pity, pity, pity.

I hated it. I did not want or need their pity. It would do me no good.

My fate had been sealed for a long time.

I had my Death Eater face on. I appeared cold and emotionless, devoid of all humanity.

My lawyer led me away and we walked into the hall, people screaming everywhere, reporters shoving through the crowd and shoving papers in my face.

"Miss Weasley is it true that you were Voldemort's heir?"

"Were you going to be his Dark Lady?"

"Was he your lover?"

"Why did you betray the Light?"

"Were you really carrying his child?"

People have the most absurd questions. As I was led out, I became lost in my memories.


'My Lord, we have brought you a new student to be marked."

"I am not interested Lucius. Your last donation was your son. And most of us here can remember how that lovely affair turned out."

"I swear I will make it up to you my Lord. That is why I have brought you this gift."

Malfoy shoved her onto the floor, and Ginny felt the stone scrape her hands.

"A Weasley?"


"Is it true you loved him?"

Long ago words flittered through my head.

'You are mine Ginevra.'

I stopped short and just stood there, staring blankly ahead. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. Determinedly, I kept silent. No one would listen. The truth was something I would take with me to the grave.

Yet for all their supposed knowledge of my fall from grace, many people don't know what was my catalyst, my reason, for such a decision.

There are many theories on it. None of them are correct.

My path to Tom began with Dumbledore's funeral. Many people were crying over his death. I was crying too. Just not for that reason.

I remember standing there that day, watching Harry walk away from me, Ron and Hermione by his side as always.

It was over.

I kept telling myself it wasn't really, but it was. I knew in my heart it was over. I felt cheated. I'd waited for so long to be with him. To be Harry's. And I'd finally gotten there. Then he'd decided he didn't want me to be hurt, to be killed like so many others he'd loved.

I loved him for it. I hate him for it.

There are times when I feel like I'm not a whole person. Like parts of my life were being lived by one person, and the rest the other. I suppose that's strange, but I'll be dead anyway. What harm is there in giving people more evidence to support the rumor I'm loony?

On one hand, I was Ginny Weasley, a shy, insecure teenager behind the smart and vivacious woman who had finally won over her heart's desire. And on the other, I am Ginevra, the Dark Lady. Who belonged to Tom. Only to Tom. There was a time when I could have definitely chosen between one side or the other.

But the events of that summer let Ginevra win.