My Lord. It has come to our attention that an Auror was able to spy on our last meeting. Ginevera and I have killed him, with minimal information lost. To throw off suspicion, Ginevera had me stupefy her after the Auror was killed. Do not be alarmed if you hear reports of her being attacked and severely hurt. We will make a full report as soon as Ginevera is able to get away. Until such time, Ginevera advises that a shield be placed around the mansion that only lets in those who have a Dark Mark.
Sincerely,
Draco
Voldemort sighed, folded up the letter and threw it into the fire. Dumbledore was getting crafty. The old man was finding new ways to discover important information from the Death Eaters. He sat down in his large chair, and started to pull himself into a trance. He was going to set the shield, then go down into the dungeons for some sport. There was a young muggle boy in a cell who was just asking for torture.
It had been nearly twenty-five minutes since Ginny had bounced out of the Room of Requirement. Ron was starting to become nervous.
"Should we go look for her Professor?" He asked, fidgeting noisily in his seat. "Where could she be?" Ron stood up and started pacing. Hermione was tapping her quills together in agitation.
"Maybe we should look for her," Harry added, rubbing his scar absentmindedly.
Dumbledore nodded, alarmed. "Meet back here in an hour," he called and swept out of the room.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking down the hallway that led to Dumbledore's office calling out, "Ginny!" every few seconds. Suddenly Ron tripped and went flying. He smacked face first into the stone wall. Hermione and Harry ran to his side, worried.
"Wha'd I trip over?" Ron mumbled while rubbing his red nose. They looked at the ground and saw a large brown boot sticking out from the hallway. It had a large scuffmark on it from when Ron had stumbled over it. They ran over to it and found a body attached to the boot. It was a man with mousy brown hair. He was well built, with large arm muscles, and he was very dead. Hermione gasped and pushed herself back away from the body.
"Oh my Gods!" Ron screamed, making Harry jump. "Ginny! Please be all right! Mum will kill me if I let you die!" Ginny's red hair was showing from where she was lying behind the dead man. Hermione ran up and grabbed Ginny wrist.
"She has a pulse!" Hermione gasped. "Harry, quick, run and get Dumbledore." Harry took off at a sprint.
He ran into the Room of Requirement, gasping. Everyone else had already returned, empty-handed and were looking very worried.
"We, gasp, found, gasp, her." He forced out.
"Where Harry!" Dumbledore stood up quickly. Harry took off at a fast walk, everyone following behind.
As soon as Dumbledore saw the dead Auror he turned to McGonagall. "Please have the school shut down. Someone has murdered this man, the school needs to be searched immediately." He walked over to Ginny and pulled out his wand. "Maybe she can tell us some answers. Enervate."
Ginny sat up looking confused. She looked around herself. As soon as she saw the dead Auror she burst into tears. She grabbed Ron's robes and buried her head into them, sobbing loudly.
Fifteen minutes and a large block of chocolate later Ginny was sitting on a bed in the hospital wing. Her tears had stopped, and the members of the Order had returned home. Dumbledore was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her.
"Miss Weasley I am sorry to force you to explain what happened, but we need to know." Ron was sitting in the chair beside the bed nodding in agreement.
"W- well, I couldn't really s-see anything," Ginny whimpered. "There was a black shape, and it came up behind us. I was in the lead and I heard the Auror fall. I-I spun around, looking to see what happened, and I saw this person cloaked in black. He stupefied me before I could pull out my wand." Ginny fell silent as a few more tears dripped down her face. She sniffled. "I'm really sorry professor. I guess I shouldn't have gone to get him. Y-you should have sent someone more experienced!" She started to cry again.
Dumbledore stood up and patted her on the shoulder. "I'm sure you did your best. Please get some rest so you can get healthy." Dumbledore left.
Ron stood up and smiled down at his sister. "I have to go now Ginny. I'll come back in the morning." He strode through the door and disappeared.
"Convincing enough?" Ginevera smirked and looked at the wall across from her bed. The tears were gone and her voice was normal. It almost seemed like she hadn't been crying.
Draco was smirking as he pulled off the invisibility cloak he had been hiding under. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to Ginevera.
"You almost had me convinced," he leaned into her shoulder.
She laughed and bent down to kiss him.
"You had better leave before Ron comes back," she whispered when the kiss had broken off.
"We will have to finish this sometime." Draco whispered back before kissing her again.
"We can't have sex in the hospital wing," she hissed, breathless. Draco gently massaged Ginevera's breasts and pouted.
"Why not?"
"Next time we go to the mansion. I promise!" Ginevera gasped.
Draco sighed and stood up. He pecked Ginevera on the lips and threw on the invisibility cloak.
Ginevera swore that she could feel a hand brush up between her legs, making her gasp, before Draco's footsteps sounded as he walked out the door. She would definitely have to finish where they had been going, soon.
Ginevera had been out of the hospital wing for a week, but had been unable to sneak away to visit her master because of the tight watch Dumbledore and her brother were keeping on her. They were convinced that since the Death Eater had left a witness when he had killed the Auror, they would be out to finish the job. They seemed to think that by constantly watching her they could keep any Death Eaters in the school from coming into contact with her.
How ignorant they all were.
During the past week Voldemort had sent one harried letter to her, demanding that she explain herself. Unfortunately it was impossible even to go to the Owlry by herself, let alone try to write an important letter to Him with Ron reading it over her shoulder.
After getting completely fed up with the constant nagging for more information on both sides of the war, she had finally written a note to Voldemort in her history of magic class and had purposely ran into Draco in the hallways. While he had been screaming at her for her inability to watch where she was going, and how he was going to burn his robes now, she had slipped the note into his pocket and had collapsed in the corner, "cowering" away from Draco. Later on that day, she "fainted" and had to be carried up to the hospital wing where Madam Pomfrey had prescribed bed rest and quiet for the rest of the day. No one was allowed to visit without Ginevera's express permission.
Ginevera snickered quietly to herself in her bed. Outside the screens that were covering her bed Ron, Harry and Hermione were begging Madam Pomfrey to let them see her. Her smirk grew as Ron argued heatedly.
"She is my sister, of course she wants to see us." Ron screamed. "Something must have happened to her head when she fainted! Ginny isn't thinking right. You have to let us in to see her," he continued at the top of his lungs. Suddenly an idea that would get Ron and company barred from the infirmary as long as she was there popped into her head.
Ginny moaned loudly, making it sound like she had just woken up. "Ron, is that you?" She whispered, sounding like she was tired and in pain.
"Ginny," Ron gasped. "Tell Madam Pomfrey to let us in to see you!"
"Ron I'm trying to sleep. I have a headache and you are only making it worse. Please stop yelling!" Though her voice sounded worn-out, her face was lit with an evil smirk. It was clear that she was enjoying tormenting her brother.
"That's it!" Madam Pomfrey screeched. "Get out of the infirmary. I don't want to see any of you back until she is well again."
"But," Hermione gasped. Ginevera could almost see Ron and Harry staring at the formidable lady with their mouths hanging open and their eyes wide in astonishment.
"That's my sister," Ron forced out. "You have to let us see her."
Evidently they weren't going to be seeing "Ginny" any time soon. Three sets of footsteps echoed as they slowly walked out of the infirmary. Ginevera heard Madam Pomfrey huff, and stalk off. Her office door slammed a few seconds later.
Ginevera sighed. "Enjoy the show Draco?" She called.
"How do you always know when I'm near you?" Draco muttered, looking confused as he pulled his invisibility cloak over his head.
Ginevera smirked. "Draco, dear, you have a very strong cologne. I'm not the only one who will notice you are around when you wear that stuff."
"Oh," Draco muttered, looking sheepish. A few seconds later his face fell back into the more familiar lines of a cruel smirk that usually graced his features. "I must commend you on a job well done Ginevera. You have created the perfect amount of privacy. All alone in your bed where no one will dare bother you. You can go anywhere you like and no one will be the wiser. Why weren't you sorted into Slytherin?"
"I wasn't sorted into Slytherin in my first year because I hadn't met Voldemort before I met the sorting hat. Once I met Him though, He showed me the Chamber and all of its wonders. When Potter came to "rescue" me, Tom was inducting me into the ranks of the Death Eaters. I had fallen into a deep trance, and unfortunately, Tom couldn't help provoking Potter and attacking him when I was unable to explain things. I don't know what Tom said to Potter that night, but it goaded Potter into a desperate attack. I do know that I truly realized the wonders of the darkness that could be had when I was in that trance. Regretfully, Potter "saved" me before I could finish learning everything. I had to bide my time, and wait for the Dark Lord to rise again, before I could finish becoming the perfect Death Eater. I have been training for the time of the Rising since my second year. Things change in that amount of time. Trust me, not that long ago I really was the annoying little mouse show that I put on for people."
Draco nodded. "So, what do you want to do tonight?" He said after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
"I want to visit the Slytherin common room," Ginevera smirked. "I want to know what my reception would be whenever I go there."
Draco looked at her seriously. "There are many Slytherins who are fools and have not yet joined in our cause. It is very likely that they would sell information about us to Dumbledore."
Ginevera looked thoughtful for a minute. "I know the names of everyone in this school who are Death Eaters, and I know many of those who are Order members. I have yet to meet an Order member from Slytherin. Hmmm. I will put on the coloring that I was wearing during our last meeting. My attitude alone should show anyone how different I am from Ginny Weasley, but if anyone seems thoughtful, or tries to specifically ask around for my name, we should take them into a quiet room for a little spot of torture."
Draco nodded thoughtfully. "That might work. If not, make sure that you make careful plans to get out of this school quickly." They both smirked at each other. Ginevera pulled out her wand and pointed it at herself.
Her makeup was soon in place, and they were on their way to meet their loyal subjects. Ginevera almost snorted at the thought. If these were the best loyal subjects they could come up with, their reign would be short and painful. Ginevera needed to get to work gaining trustworthy allies.
Dumbledore sat in his office looking thoughtful. He was starting to wonder if the Death Eater that had killed the young Auror had been a student. In the last war against Voldemort, the youngest Death Eaters allowed into their fold had been out of school. It seemed that this time, Voldemort was desperate for more followers, since he was recruiting children to his cause. Dumbledore sighed in frustration. He needed to start keeping a close watch on any children he suspected would become a Death Eater once they were out of school. If anything odd happened, he would know about it. With a firm nod of his head, Dumbledore stood up and began putting in the structure of his new magical surveillance system.
