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So I couldn't wait for a week. I don't usually have finished stories to upload, I tend to post chapters as I write them.

Since I finished writing this story about a month ago, I can upload chapters whenever and I am quite excited to do so.

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Chapter 3: Knights? What Knights?

Voldemort stared at the words for a while when new ones showed up.

Who is a running little girl now?

Voldemort stared at the words and burst out laughing.

His Death Eaters that were in the house, looked up in the direction of his study in astonishment.

I am still here sweet Kitten.

Why?

Why what?

Why are you still here?

I am bored, and this is somewhat interesting

Happy to be your entertainment.

Voldemort chuckled, he was starting to like the little Gryffindor.

Why are you still here?

Honestly? I don't know.

That's a disappointing answer.

Tough life.

He laughed. That girl was making him laugh. He liked her Gryffindoric insolence. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind to him. Sure she wasn't face to face with him, but she was definitely brave.

Is it?

Is it what?

Is it a tough life that you live?

Are you really asking me that?

Why not?

Because my life is tough because of you. My mom doesn't let me out of her sight when I am not at Hogwarts, everyone is terrified because of your return.

At least you have got a mother, I never had one. And about my return… Will you believe me if I say that when I started all of this back at school, none that happened afterwards was part of my plan back then? That my intentions were for the good of the wizarding world?

He wasn't sure why he was being so honest with the young lioness, or more importantly, why he wanted her to believe him.

I am sorry about your mom. And about your intentions… No, well, maybe. I don't know really. If your intentions were good, why didn't you stop when your actions were so obviously bad?

He paused for a moment. Why didn't he really? For power? For madness? Was he mad when he started all of this? No, definitely not. When then? After his first Horcrux? He looked down at the diary that was in his lap. After the rest of them? When did his knights turned in to the eaters of death?

Ginny looked at the diary in wonder. Did she offend him with her honesty? Or maybe she overwhelmed him? No. It's Voldemort, she couldn't overwhelm him even if she wanted to.

Are you alright?

Overwhelmed, I think. I was just wondering when did my knights turned in to eaters of death.

Knights? What knights?

"Ginny! Where did you go? There is a lot to clean still!" called Ron.

"I am coming!" she called and wrote one last sentence in the diary before stashing it away.

I got to go, but tell me about your knights, I love knights' stories. I will read it later, promise.

She hid the diary in her trunk and put an illusion spell on it. If someone will open it without her permission, it will be just some reading book.

Voldemort smiled at her words. Alright, I will tell her a story, he thought to himself.

We were the "Knights of Walpurgis", and yes, we were quite awful at school, we hurt others in the end, but when I stated that group I wanted to rule the wizarding world honorably. Somewhere along the way it all went wrong. We had plans, we already decided who will get what position in the ministry, but then… I have changed and everything has changed. We became cruel to others, and the ministry dream turned in to wizarding world domination in any cost no matter how much blood we will spill. And the knights turned in to Death Eaters.

He sighed. It all was so long ago. And now… Now he wished he never started with all of this, with the Death Eaters and the stupid prophecy that dictated his life and his death.

It's been almost two days until she wrote again and by then he was sure that she read what he wrote and decided not to write anymore.

And then…

That's not the knights that I like.

He stared at the words. He could have seen the little red pouting. He knew how she looked like, well, he knew that she is a redhead like most of the Weasleys, and he assumed she has freckles.

Well that's what I have got. What do you look like?

What? Why?

Why not? I bet you know exactly what I look like, since Potter witnessed my resurrection… I am curious. I am assuming you are a redhead, you being a Weasley and all.

Well yes. But flammable not dark red.

Freckles?

Some.

Eyes?

Brown. But not dark, not chocolate like, more like… I don't know like what.

Almonds?

Maybe. I don't know. What do you look like? I mean before you came back, like when you were a kid.

Handsome.

Modest much?

Never. Jet black hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin.

Doesn't sound bad.

I told you, handsome.

He couldn't know but she was grinning.

"What that grin for?" asked Ron.

"Nothing. Just remembered something, do we need to go back to cleaning?"

"No. Mom said dinner is almost ready,"

"Alright. I will be there soon,"

"Alright." Said Ron, hesitating by the door.

"Anything else?" she asked.

"You are being weird. Is everything alright with you?"

"Yes, fine." said Ginny.

He stared at her and left.

Is everything alright, Kitten? You disappeared for a while. I expected another comment on my modesty.

Why? It doesn't exist.

See? A proper response from you. Where did you go?

My brother was persistent. Apparently I am being weird.

Which one? Don't you have a lot? You don't seem weird to me.

Thanks, but you are not a very credible source. And I don't have a lot, I have six brothers, and this was the sixth one, Ron.

Orphan here, with no siblings, six is a lot. Is that the one that is a friend of Potter?

Right, sorry. And yes, Ron is Harry's friend.

Why are you saying sorry for? Life are as they are. And you are not weird. I am finding you quite clever.

Thanks.

For a Gryffindor.

And you ruined it.

He was grinning like a kid. He enjoyed annoying her.

"Ginny! Dinner!" called Molly Weasley.

"Coming!" she called back.

In the diary she wrote: I got to go, we can talk later. It was fun.

Sure Kitten, good bye.

Bye.

Hi,

Some stuff I forgot to tell you.

Small bold writing = Tom handwriting.

Small regular writing = Ginny handwriting.

Big regular writing is the story. (Big bold too).