"It is time! Time for us to begin our long awaited attack!" Draco's voice rang across the desolate field.

"We will take over the wizarding world!" Ginevera's voice continued. "Make all of those weak fools that dare tarnish the name wizard pay for their transgressions!"

It was Hogsmeade weekend in the middle of January. Snow swirled around the black shapes, standing in a large circle around their two rulers. The cold was of little consequence. Something to be ignored. In places it was stained with the blood of the unfortunate muggle they had captured.

The ranks of the Death Eaters had swelled over the past months. There were nearly two hundred people cheering with excitement at their words. The speech of the two heirs, the two most important people in the world, had strengthened the love for pain and death in all of their Death Eater hearts.

"Tonight we start attacking any known wizarding homes!" Draco continued after the din had died down.

"We will attack these individuals until they either submit to our unwavering will, or until they have been killed." Ginevera added with a well-placed snarl of hatred towards everyone against the cause.

Ginevera had grown up in the past few months. Draco and Voldemort had taught her everything they knew about dark magic. Ginevera could complete every spell, potion, and curse ever thought up by a wizard, good and bad. She had even created a few new spells. Schoolwork had become a breeze. Sometimes Ginevera had to remember to leave an answer wrong on a test or homework so the teachers wouldn't wonder how she had suddenly become so intelligent. The last thing Ginevera wanted was a teacher getting curious. They would follow her around, trying to figure out who or what she was getting the answers from. It would be…unfortunate… of they discovered where she was really learning everything from.

"Tonight we will go to our first two houses, the Browns and the Patils." Draco started.

"We will force our way into the houses, and capture every living human. Do not kill them if you can help it. We want them to suffer." Ginevera hissed with a smirk. "Burn the house down with the family watching, then take them to our dungeons. We really need to practice the more painful spells. Why not use the captured fools for targets?"

Ginevera's cruelty had been honed to an art by her lifestyle. The constant pain emanating from everyone around her and the constant exposure to the harsh realities of life had pushed her into becoming cruel, and almost heartless. The only person who ever saw any form of her locked away heart was Draco.

"Go and prepare yourselves for tonight. We meet back here at eleven. We go to do our Masters bidding. The Darkness Rising, my friends, will begin tonight. Midnight, the witching our, will now be called the hour of the dead!" Draco called into the masses.

"We will be forcing the world to bow to our name. Prepare yourselves for the power of the Death Eaters. You know, in your souls, the importance of the Darkness Rising. DO NOT FAIL US." Ginevera screamed the last part so loudly that a couple of black figures jumped.

Draco and Ginevera disappeared from the center of the circle. The other Death Eaters took this as a signal to leave and began disapparating in masses.

Draco and Ginevera appeared at their master's feet. They both bowed their heads in greeting.

"Very good, my heirs," Voldemort's high cold voice hissed. "You took complete control over the Death Eaters. You no longer need my support during meetings. I am going to go out into the world and search for the secret to immortality." Draco and Ginevera bowed to Voldemort in acknowledgment.

"We wish you luck," They both chimed.

"You will, of course, keep me updated on everything that is happening here. When the final battle comes, I wish to kill Harry Potter and Dumbledore myself." Voldemort hissed.

"All will be done as you wish, my Lord." Ginevera said to the one person who she could almost call her father. Voldemort had taken her under his wing, and had taught her everything that she knew. If that wasn't what a father did, Ginevera didn't know what a father was.

Voldemort left with a loud pop.

"Well Draco, we have the whole place to ourselves. What do you want to do?" Ginevera asked with an expression that was close to a smile. No one ever smiled these days. The world didn't need riffraff like that anymore.

Draco smirked. "I believe I can think of something." He growled in a harsh whisper. He picked her up in his strong arms and swept her off to their bedroom for a little late night fun.

Draco gently, almost reverently, laid Ginevera down on the bed and muttered a quick contraceptive charm. They would have to have children later, but for now, just having sex was enough.

Ginny moaned, as she was forced awake from her comfortable bed early the next morning. Hermione was shaking her roughly, a worried expression on her face.

"Ginny, hurry up. We have an emergency Order meeting now. Someone's been killed!" Hermione sobbed.

Ginny pretended to gasp in horror. Inwardly she was practically jumping for joy. Memories from last night swamped her in a gleeful rush.

Ginevera and the Death Eaters behind her were all wearing long black robes as they snuck up to the small house in a large muggle neighborhood. The house was the only one that contained magical people in the whole town. The Browns lived alone. All the better.

Across the country Draco and his half of the Death Eaters were attacking the Patil's house. They were probable doing the same thing at the moment that Ginevera was, sitting behind a bush, waiting for midnight.

At exactly midnight Ginevera would shoot the Dark Mark into the sky to announce their presence. Her Death Eaters would rush the house and quickly capture the inhabitants who were all asleep in their beds. Then they would burn down the house and leave.

It worked like a charm. Ginevera thought as she brushed a piece of soot off her face from the burning house with a blood stained hand. Aurors were starting to arrive in large groups now. She gave the signal to leave with a flick of her hand. All of her Death Eaters left. Not even one Death Eater had been injured in the attack, and three people had been relocated to the dungeons of the mansion for containment. With a smile Ginevera had apparated back to the Chamber of Secrets. She would talk to Draco in the morning.

Ginny pulled on her robes and ran out of the room after Hermione. Ron and Harry were waiting for them by the portrait hole.

"Ginny, guess what!" Ron jumped happily. "Dumbledore says that one of the muggles could describe the person leading the Death Eaters. Dumbledore has a very good idea of who this heir person is!"

Ginny blanched. Quickly she recovered herself and smiled happily with Ron. Before leaving the common room Ginevera whistled. A large black cat came hurtling towards her. If Dumbledore had figured out that the heir was her or Draco she needed a way to get them both out of the castle. The cats could talk to themselves so Ginevera could easily tell Draco to get the Hell away from here. Plus, if Dumbledore tried to capture her, the cat could get her out very quickly.

That was the theory, at least.

Ginevera walked in to the Room of Requirement with her black cat, Dearth, clasped tightly in her arms. She couldn't help noticing the large amount of Aurors around the room. There were three Aurors standing by the door, and a few Aurors leaning against the walls, poised on the balls of their feet waiting for something to happen.

"Get ready Dearth," Ginevera hissed at the cat. Dearth mewled in answer and gently rubbed her head against Ginevera's hand. On the walk down from Gryffindor tower Ginevera had made Dearth send Draco's cat, Doom, a message telling Draco exactly what the Dream Team had told her. Draco was prepared to leave in an instant if need be.

Dumbledore stood up and the room went into an expectant silence. "Last night two families were brutally captured from their beds and taken to the Death Eater stronghold. The Patil's and the Browns. If anybody has any information about what happened, please contact me immediately.

"At the Patil's house a muggle came forward and told an Auror a description of the person believed to be leading the attack. 'A blond haired young man with a pointed nose and a constant chilling sneer on his face was standing on a brick wall, yelling at people bowing to him. The boy didn't show any emotion as he watched a hundred black-cloaked figures pull four people from the house before burning it down.' The muggle broke into tears and was unable to tell us anything else." Dumbledore finished with a sigh.

Ron jumped up and yelled, "That had to be Malfoy!"

Dumbledore looked at him and nodded. "Yes, it is a Malfoy, but which one? A large number of Aurors have been sent to the Slytherin dungeons and to Malfoy manor. We should have both of the Malfoy's in our custody in a few minutes."

'That's what they think' Ginevera thought to herself with a malicious laugh.

The room was completely silent for a minute before Dumbledore continued. "At the Brown's house one of the Aurors who was first to arrive on the scene caught a glimpse of the leader." Dumbledore waved his hand at the only Auror not standing around the perimeter of the room.

The Auror stood up looking tired and worn. "When I apparated there, a number of the Death Eaters had already left. The house was burnt to the ground, and in the middle of the smoldering wreckage a young woman was standing, oblivious to the intense heat. She had dark red hair with black streaks in it, and a pale gorgeous face. A face I could never forget." The Auror broke off his speech with a small sigh. "She ordered the Death Eaters around her with such grace and power." He shook his head. "When we tried to attack the Death Eaters, they all apparated away. The girl stood where she was for a second and gave us a haughty sneer before leaving." The Auror stopped talking and sat down with an expression of longing on his face.

"A red headed girl." One of the Order members chimed in. "How many red headed girls go to this school, Dumbledore?"

"Two," came the sad answer. "The first one was subjected to a very strong Veritaserum. She isn't the heir. The second is sitting in this room, listening to this conversation." The whole room turned to look at Ginny. She gave them her best-scared, shy, look and shuddered visibly.

"Ginny wouldn't do something like that," Ron practically screamed. "You must have gotten the Veritaserum wrong or something. This is my sister we're talking about."

"I'm afraid," Dumbledore cut in, " that there is no way that the Veritaserum didn't work. I tested it myself. Ginny Weasley is the only other red head in the school." The Aurors started to walk towards Ginevera, wands out and pointed at her heart. "If you would be so kind," Dumbledore gestured to the Aurors with his hand, "we will test you and clear up this confusion."

Ginevera almost smirked. The fool still didn't realize that she really was the heir. He was going to test her with the truth potion and let her go. It was time to enlighten the fools in the Order. Time to tell them who she really was.

Ginevera stood up and smirked at the room. The Aurors froze in place, shuffling their feet, unsure of what to do.

"Ah," Ginevera snarled coldly, "But what if I really was the heir? What if I was the one planning on killing every single person in the room?"

"Ginny!" Ron gasped. "You're kidding right!"

"Wrong Weasley, Wrong Mudblood, Wrong Potter. I am the heir to the Darkness. I am the creator of the Hour of The Dead." Slowly her guise of Ginny melted away. The woman who commanded the Death Eaters, black streaks and all, stood in front of the Order of the Phoenix. "We will rule the world together, and all of you are just dust under our boots. Go ahead and try to capture me, try to kill me. Iin the end you will all fail." Immense power radiated off of Ginevera in visible waves. Little sparkles of lighting danced in hair that was moving in a nonexistent wind. All of the Aurors and Order members trying to reach her were forced backwards until they were pressed against the far wall. "I wish you all the luck in the world. Every single one of you are going to need it. Feel free to remind me of this little promise when you visit my torture chambers." Ginevera smirked and bowed her head regally towards Dumbledore and Potter. Then, without even a pop, she was gone.

"Who knew that could be so much fun?" Ginevera asked the room as soon as she reappeared. She was standing in hers, and Draco's, bedroom at the mansion.

"Speak for yourself," Draco grumbled from behind her. He wrapped his arms around Ginevera in a warm hug. "The Aurors burst into the Slytherin common room just after I had finished my explanation about why I was leaving to Blaise and Pansy. It was mass chaos. The Aurors were trying to get to me but all of the Slytherins were trying to get out of the common room quickly so they wouldn't be caught and questioned. The Aurors didn't have a chance to move before they were trampled. " Ginevera turned around so she was facing him. She gave Draco a small kiss on the cheek in encouragement. "I stood up on the desk and yelled, 'the Death Eaters will rule, join us if you want to live'. Then I left. You came a few minutes later."

Ginevera sighed quietly and told Draco what had happened to her.

They ended up sitting on the bed, curled around each other, asleep by the end of Ginevera's tale.

Lucius Malfoy opened the door to their room silently. He needed to inform the Heirs of his presence in the mansion. He and his wife had narrowly escaped capture and were planning on staying here.

He looked into the room and saw the two children cuddled up together, as if they were the only two people left in the world. He shook his head in surprise. Draco, the person he had trained to become a Death Eater himself, was acting very innocent and helpless. The girl had been a bad influence on Draco. Or maybe it was a good influence. After all, Draco was finally living a life that he enjoyed.

Lucius closed the door and walked down the hall. He could tell the Heirs that he was here later. After the Heirs could control their weakness.

As soon as Ginevera had disappeared from the room, everyone started yelling.

"Search the school!" "She can't have gone far!" "She's been here under our noses the whole time!" Came running through out the room. The only people who were silent were Harry, Hermione, and Ron. All three of them were sitting in shocked silence. Ron was crying quietly.

"Everyone!" Dumbledore screamed. He looked a little shell-shocked. "Please leave. We will meet again tomorrow. Sleep on this information and come back with fresh ideas."

Ron, Harry, and Hermione were walking up to the Gryffindor tower together. Suddenly Ron spun and poked a finger into Harry chest.

"You did this Harry! You have been upsetting her the whole year. You pushed her away from us!" Ron was crying freely. "This is all your fault!" Ron ran off down the hallway. Hermione sent Harry an apologetic look and ran off after Ron.