All this time he had spoken in riddles, making her think she was helpless to know who she really was, driving her crazy with questions she had asked herself numerous of times, questions she had pushed to the back of her head after she met Draco.

"What blood runs in your veins Ginevra?"

And all this time it had been sitting right in front of her, right under her noise.

The memories of Tom in her diary came crashing around her.

"Your blood is as pure as mine little Ginny, it's the name that taints you, a name you can leave behind, just like I did my friend."

There was never a hidden secret, Voldemort never had the upper hand, because what good was it when your secret, was never a secret at all.

She was a pure blood; she had known this all her life. Yet she never felt superior because of it, she never felt the urge to lunge towards the dark arts, and join a society that shunned their family who didn't keep their blood pure.

Voldemort watched her intently as he stood in front of her, noticing the realization as it flicked across her face.

"Say it," Voldemort whispered softly, but Ginny could hear the excitement behind his voice, his need for her to say it.

Suddenly Ginny was confused, was her blood not just as pure and Draco's? Or Blaise's? And yet she was here listening to his riddles time and time again.

"I don't understand," Ginny said slowly looking up to meet his red slights.

"Nor did I not at first," Voldemort beamed.

His intense gaze made Ginny shiver, she noticed that despite his face being hollow and inhuman, his grin looked like the Tom she could remember, and that made her heart ache.

"I thought perhaps at first-" Voldemort said quickly looking away from her and pacing the room. "Only to realise how ridiculous that would be, I was always careful, I would not taint my blood, and yet the age did make me wonder," Voldemort mumbled, turning to glance and Ginny.

"I was still in school when I first met him, I told you before I found out everything I could. It was not hard to find the pathetic shack and the deranged man that inhabited it. He died in Azkaban after that, for admitting to killing three muggles," Voldemort laughed quietly at a memory Ginny knew nothing about. "I suppose I didn't give Morfin Gaunt as much respect as he deserved, however little it may be," Voldemort added, as he continued to pace talking to himself more than Ginny. "Whether it was an accident or not he kept pure, what he thought would be the last descendants," Voldemort said with another laugh, as he turned to look at Ginny, leaving her feeling much more confused than before

Morfin Gaunt? It was not a name that rang a bell with Ginny. She didn't recall ever meeting anyone at Hogwarts with the surname Gaunt, and even then, Morfin was an odder name still.

"And we can keep it going, we can keep pure our dying descendants, because there are many that claim to be like us Ginny, but we both know that it is a lie," Voldemort said as he stopped his pacing and came to rest in front of her. He reached out his pale boney hand, and with his feeble fingers, he brushed her cheek littly.

All of these riddles, just to tell her to keep her pure blood line going? Did he single in on her because she came from a blood traitor family, and thought that she might be tainted by her muggle loving father? Had he missed the part where she was hopelessly in love with Draco? Not that she had ever thought of having a family with him… but in the near future it would seem like the most logical solution.

Ginny was lost in her thoughts that she almost forgot who was standing in front of her stroking her cheek, and she the realisation hit it Ginny wanted to scream and squirm away from his touch. Suddenly Ginny's own thoughts from just years previously, thoughts that Voldemort and watched play out on her first day arriving came rushing back.

"Even if he did use her to open the Chamber Of Secrets Ginny still believed he only did it because he needed someone he was close to, not just because she was a stupid gullible little girl."

Maybe the secret to winning the battle lay in front of her all this time. All Ginny had to do was let him be Tom again, gaining his trust had been so easy for her, she had so desperately needed a friend. This time however Ginny knew exactly what she was getting into as she closed her eyes and tried to image handsome Tom Riddle in front of her.

"It's not your fault Ginny, it's your families, it's their loss for overlooking you, and my gain, I've never had a friend quit like you."

"Harry Potter sounds interesting; perhaps if I meet him I can show him that you are not just some little girl."

Yet maybe all along he had a hidden agenda, but still she had been her friend, he helped her...

And suddenly his lips came crashing down on her slowly, then quickly. Lips that were so unlike Draco's she could feel the thin dry lips brushing roughly against hers. Ginny was frozen in her place, this is not what she was expecting she wanted to puke, she wanted to scream. Her eyes flew open the same oment she felt someone's fist smash into the side of Voldemort's face.

Hermione stopped, trying to ldt her eyes adjust to the dark, when an unfamilar voice called out from behind her.

"Cold?" Yaxley asked

Hermione froze in her spot.

"You'd think the Malfoy's would spend a little more on heating," Blaise responded, laughing.

Hermione pressed against the wall, her heart racing.

"We're under attack, the bloody Order has arrived and they've set the West side of the building on fire," Yaxley growled.

"Well then why don't you put it out," Blaise responded in a bored voice.

"Because the bloody prat that did it used some dark magic I wouldn't even think an Order member would dare use," Yaxley responded.

"Well what are you standing around for?" Blaise responded, as he gestured with his hand for him to follow.

The two rounded the corner and Hermione jumped out wand at the ready

"Stupefy!" she called, as she watched the tall wizard fall to the ground with a flash or red light.

"Hermione," Blaise breathed, looking her up and down.

"Figured you could use my help," she grinned, blushing.

Blaise grinned, leaning in close, and Hermione took a step back.

"Where's Ginny?"

"Draco went to find her," he responded, awkward.

"They weren't together?" Hermione asked, confused.

"She was with The Da-Voldemort," he answered.

"And you let Draco go off alone?" Hermione asked.

"I came to find you," Blaise said, taking a step closer, as he looked down at her.

"We need to find Ginny," Hermione responded.

"Even the two of us are going to have trouble getting past everyone," Blaise pointed out.

"How about the three?" A voice said, from around the corner.

The two turned around, wands raised- and to their surprise, Harry stepped around the corner.

"Harry!" Hermione grinned racing over and throwing her arms around him.

Blaise stiffened, and lowered his wand as he watched the exchange between the two.

"The Order is here," Harry grinned.

"We were worried you wouldn't all make it inside," Hermione sighed, her arms still tight around his neck. "Where's Ron?" she asked pulling away.

"He and Luna stayed on the first landing with his family," Harry responded.

Blaise cleared his throat, as he looked around the hall impatiently.

"He's right though-" Harry cleared his throated as he indicated to Blaise. "We need to go get Ginny."

"And Draco," Blaise added.

Harry nodded, as he indicated to Blaise that he should lead the way.