Molly Weasley was in tears. Dumbledore had just told the whole Weasley family about Ginny's deflection to the darkness. As soon as Molly had heard she collapsed on the floor in heart wrenching sobs. Mr. Weasley had his arms wrapped around his wife and there were tears running down his face too. Ron and Hermione had disappeared somewhere down the labyrinth of passageways in the school and couldn't be found. Harry was in shock. He couldn't seem to come to terms with what Ginny had done. It was, after, his fault. Wasn't it?

The rest of the family was circled around their parents, some with tears, and other with anger. Charlie and Bill were the only two thoughtful ones. They were slightly separated from the rest of the family having a private conversation.

"There must be a reason why Ginny left," Charlie whispered quietly. "She never does anything this drastic without thoroughly thinking it through." He added.

Bill nodded thoughtfully. "We need to find a way to talk to her. Lets go bother a Slytherin student. If we get the right one, they could take to message to Ginny for us."

"Lets go find a Death Eater." Charlie sighed. "I never thought I'd do this willingly."

Quietly, both of them stood up and snuck out of the room. No one else noticed. They were too far-gone in their own remorse and guilt to care.

Pansy Parkinson was walking down to the kitchens for a late night snack when suddenly two huge, well muscled men, jumped out in front of her.

"We need a word with you," the one with an earring snarled.

"What do you want with me?" Pansy hissed.

"Simple," the other man hissed. "Give Ginevera the message that her two eldest brothers wish to have a talk with her."

"Why should I?" Pansy snarled back. "It's not like I'm on speaking terms with them or anything."

"Because if you don't-" The first one hissed.

"And Ginevera finds out-" Came from the second man.

"She will skin you alive," The first man finished.

Pansy nodded thoughtfully. She might even get some recognition from the heirs if this message really was that important.

Ginevera woke up from her nap with Draco with a small sigh of contentment. Who knew that sleeping in a heap with the person that you love with all of your non-existent heart could be so refreshing and revitalizing.

Ginevera rolled over and poked Draco awake. He opened his eyes with a half smile/ half smirk.

"Time to get to work already?" He whimpered quietly.

"Yes. We have two visitors who want to talk to us, seven prisoners to terrorize, and another Hour of the Dead to organize. We can have more fun tonight. I promise." Draco gave another half smile/ half smirk and got up.

When they walked into the main throne room Lucius Malfoy, and Pansy Parkinson were standing, facing the doors nervously. The both bowed as soon as the doors opened. Draco and Ginevera sat down together and both Death Eaters stood back up. Draco waved a hand lazily at Lucius.

"My Lords," Lucius started his report with another bow. "My family manor was raided last night by the Ministry and a number of Aurors. Luckily no plans or important information were lost in the attack. My wife Narcissa and I were able to bring anything pertaining to the Darkness here." He stopped.

"Your request?" Ginevera hissed with a lifted eyebrow.

"My request is to have a room here until I am able to relocate to another of my, more remote, manors. This will not effect any plans in the interim, nor will we come near your suit of rooms unless asked." Lucius bowed at the waist and stayed that way.

"Your request is granted. Rise. You may have the set of rooms on the first floor in the far east wing until you are able to leave." Draco answered for both of the heirs. Their own rooms were on the fifth floor on the far west wing. Very far away from where the Malfoys were going to be staying. There was no need for them to hear what Ginevera and Draco got up to in their spare time.

"Since you are here, we wish to go over future plans with our spies, and to send them a debriefing on the current situation in the Order. Make plans for three this afternoon. Meet with us here." Ginevera finished with a wave of her hand towards the doors. Lucius bowed again and left.

Draco turned his eyes to Pansy, who had been waiting in the corner during their talk with Lucius. She bowed low to the ground. "I have a message for Ginevera my Lords." She whispered, scared and awed to be in their exalted presence.

"What is the message, and who is if from?" Ginevera asked, curious. She couldn't think of anyone who would want to send her a message.

"My lord the message is, 'her two eldest brothers wish to have a talk with her'. Two very large men gave me the message. One of the men had an earring in his ear." Pansy said hopefully.

"Thank you very much Pansy. You will be rewarded for your work." Ginevera smirked. Pansy bowed low to the ground and walked out of the room.

"Now why would Bill and Charlie want to talk with me?" Ginevera wondered.

Draco sighed as he pulled himself out of Ginevera, late that night. The day had been impossibly busy, and this was the end of their only free time. Ginevera had made the meeting time with her brothers at midnight, and had planned a Death Eater meeting at three in the morning. After the meeting they could finally come home. At the moment it was eleven o'clock.

Ginevera moaned and rolled out from under Draco. He collapsed face first on the bed, a pillow covering his head.

"Draco," Ginevera whispered. "We have to get ready to go now."

"Don' wanna." Came the muffled answer. Ginevera sighed and licked a wet path down Draco's spine. Draco gave an undignified squeak and jumped off the bed.

Ginevera giggled. "You're up now!"

"Yes I'm up again," Draco sniffed with double meaning. Ginevera looked down at him and smiled sexily.

"How about we fix that little problem in the shower."

Draco nodded eagerly and ran into the shower.

At twelve fifteen Draco and Ginevera walked into the Leaky Cauldron where they had promised to meet Bill and Charlie. The two red heads were sitting in the back, the darkest corner in the whole pub. When Draco and Ginevera waltzed over to them, they stood up sharply, almost knocking over their chairs in the process.

"Ginevera," Bill gasped. He was expecting to see Ginny in all of her mousiness, being led like a dog by a superior Malfoy. Instead they saw a beautiful young girl who seemed to be sure of herself and of her place in the world. Ginny had changed to Ginevera, and so far, it seemed like the change was all to the good.

Draco and Ginevera sat down next to each other across the table from Bill and Charlie.

"You asked to talk with me," Ginevera said amiably, "So talk."

"We wanted to know your exact reasons for deserting our cause, and destroying the family." Charlie started with a sigh.

"We both know that you never do anything without a good reason, Ginevera. Please tell us why?" Bill added quietly.

Ginevera sighed. "I thought you were going to ask that." She shook her head with a smirk on her red lips. "If you noticed, I've changed slightly from the last time you saw me." Both Weasley's nodded. "I was being stifled by the Order. I needed a place of my own in the world. I needed something to control. All the Order was allowing me to be was a little helpless girl." Bill opened his mouth to protest, but Ginevera plowed on.

"Oh, I know all about the plan to use me as bait against Voldemort because I was the one who used the diary. But they were going to be watching me like hawks the whole time. Dictating everything I said or did. I couldn't handle that. I needed to be my own person. I found who I am in the darkness, in Draco. This is who I have always wanted to be, and nothing you say will make me go back to who I was."

Charlie was nodding his head in complete agreement. "As long as you're happy Ginevera. But, I know that you like laughter and fun. Isn't Voldemort trying to destroy any traces of that?"

Ginevera looked at her brothers sharply. She turned her head towards Draco and looked at him with an expression that clearly said, 'should I tell them?' Draco nodded.

"The plan is," Ginevera whispered, "Voldemort will either get killed by Harry, or Dumbledore. Or if he wins, will be too weak to protect himself against us after the battle. Either way, Voldemort dies, and we put our own government in; a government that will not allow corruption, but will allow people to live their lives like they want to. This is our dream."

Bill sat in his chair with his mouth opened in shock. "But what about the Death Eaters who are loyal to Voldemort?" He asked after regaining his composure.

"We already know which ones need to be eliminated and we have complete control of all of the rest of the Death Eaters." Draco answered.

"Plus, most of the Death Eaters are too stupid to do anything except follow orders from their leader." Ginevera added with a laugh.

The rest of the conversation ran along friendly lines for the next hour. Everyone was catching up on their lives, and getting to know the new Ginevera, and Draco. Bill and Charlie left the pub to return to Hogwarts with feelings of satisfaction. Their sister wasn't that bad, really. She just needed to be herself. Of course, they couldn't tell the rest of the family that. They would be murdered for just thinking about Ginny, let alone going to talk with her.

Draco and Ginevera went to their Hour of the Dead meeting, satisfied with their work. At least there were two other people who agreed with their views on the world.

Why does everything in my life have to become painful? Why me?

Why am I the only one suffering? The rest of them have tears, but no pain.

I have to kill Voldemort, and kill the heirs. Ginevera, my best friends little sister, I have to kill her.

The world is out to get me. I should run and hide in a little hole for the rest of my wretched existence. Nobody wants me around anymore.

It's all my fault.

Exactly where Harry was hiding, not even he knew. After Bill and Charlie had left, Harry had gotten up and ran. He ran wherever his feet wanted to take him. Down twisting corridors and spiraling staircases, through hidden passageways behind tapestries and finally, had collapsed where he stood.

Alone.

There were no more tears, not more sobbing, just the constant pain of his heart and soul being ripped to pieces.

IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT.

Why couldn't his conscience leave him alone?

Harry was clutching his head, curled up into a little ball. He screamed; a long, animal sound, the sound of an animal in pain screaming out its defiance to the world.

He could end it all now. He could pull out his wand and end his life with one little flick. The thought was very tempting. Harry started to reach for his wand when a soft footstep and a little sigh alerted him to the fact that he wasn't alone.

Ginevera Weasley was standing over his body, holding her cat and shaking her head in disgust. He hair was dyed black so it looked like the auburn in it was carefully placed streaks. She was wearing long black robes that showed off her perfect figure.

"Pathetic." She snarled. "This is the boy who has to kill Voldemort? This is the fool that I'm supposed to fear? Well I laugh at you Harry Potter. You wallow in your guilt, believing yourself helpless. Try doing something in your life for once. Put your head together with your friends and find a way to kill Voldemort. Kill him so I can fix the mess our government has been in. I want to help the world, not destroy it. You have to hurry up and kill Voldemort before the corruption takes over everything." Ginevera was smirking superiorly at him. It was like she thought he was a small boy who needed to be led by the hands.

A small voice in the back of his head whispered, 'but you are a boy. Helpless.' That stiffened his spine.

Harry stood up slowly and looked Ginevera full in the face. "I will never listen to anything you have to say to me, Death Eater. I am my own man and you can't change that." He glared a Ginevera, but she just smiled knowingly back at him.

Harry's temper skyrocketed. His fist flung out, too quickly for the eye to see, and connected with Ginevera's cheek. She fell to the floor without even uttering a gasp of surprise.

"Why did you desert us? We are your family! What are you doing near Voldemort and that monster Draco Malfoy." Harry screamed at her.

"Harry, why do you refuse to understand everything that has been happening since the beginning of this year? I help Voldemort; I am his one of his main Death Eaters!" In the dim light of the room darkened the Ginevera's hair entirely black. She yelled at Harry Potter with ruthless abandon and Harry couldn't help staring down at the girl he had once loved. The dark sprawl of her hair gave her a halo of evil and malice surrounding her head and the hard glint in her eyes showed just how much she had changed. Harry saw deep dislike and anger hiding behind the girl's cold mask. Harry felt like it was slightly ironic that, after all the years and all the time he had spent in the company of this girl, it had taken him this long to realize that she was not the bright eyed angel she appeared. She took a small step closer toward Harry and he couldn't help wincing back from her.

The girl smirked and chuckled darkly. "Now you are beginning to see. I am the one who tells Voldemort important Order information. Me! And all of you have been leaving the information lying around where any innocent enterprising girl could pick it up and report it to someone who actually matters." The girl straightened her spine and smiled coldly up at the taller boy. "I'm leaving." She smirked at the shocked boy before apparating away to join the enemy.

Harry fell onto his knees, stunned. The last true hope for the Order had just disappeared because of his stupidity. His shoulders shook as he started to cry while the memories came back to him, memories of a little girl eagerly helping him in his crusade against Voldemort. She had always been there for support and love. How could he have missed her defection? Why had he been so blinded that he couldn't see when she was struggling to decide which side to give her strength to? Now, well now it was too late. She was gone and the Order of the Phoenix had suffered a very hard blow.

He was even surer, now, that it was his fault that she had left. There was no need to listen to anything Ginevera had just said. He knew, now, that he had to kill her. But for the moment, he could finally cry in peace.

The next night, at exactly midnight, the Death Eaters attacked two more homes. The Hour of the Dead was going to become a feared time for everyone in the wizarding world who refused to join with the Death Eaters. Voldemort wanted to make sure of that.

He had been getting regular reports from his heirs, and he was quite pleased with them. They had exited Hogwarts in true Death Eater style and were continuing his noble work with such grace and precision that Voldemort had decided to go so far away in his search for immortality that it would take months for an owl to reach him. Those months would hopefully teach his heirs how to rule and control people with unrivaled ease.

Two owls had just flown in from the open window. The first one was from Bill and Charlie back at Hogwarts. They had written to tell her that Harry was almost back to normal and was going crazy trying to find a way to kill Voldemort and the Heirs.

Ginevera sighed. That meant that her "talk" with Harry a few nights ago hadn't gone as well as she would have liked. Oh well. She could always try again later.

The second owl had almost collapsed as soon as it had flown through the door. It had come from somewhere so far away that the only person it could be from was Voldemort. The bastard traveled fast for a dead guy.

Voldemort was going underground where owls wouldn't be able to reach him. He hoped that the war could wait until his return. Ginevera almost cheered when she read the letter. This meant that Voldemort wouldn't be watching over either her or Draco. They could do what they wanted without the fear of being caught. Ginevera jumped up from her chair and ran off to find Draco. He would love to hear about this.