Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Characters.

A/N: This is in part the story of how Ron came to be a Death Eater. Although, it is told to Harry by Ginny. I kinda felt that I should show you guys how everything has effected Ginny. (It begins after Ron and Draco take Hermione out.)

HARRY'S P.O.V.

Harry kneeled next to Ginny's form, taking in her appearance. She was dressed in a black, leather skirt that barely covered anyhting with a bikini style black leather shirt. She was beaten worse than Hermione.

He just couldn't believe this was happening. His friends were being torn apart and all because of him. He had no idea how much his being the boy who lived effected the future. Well, he assumed he was no longer the boy who lived, since Voldemort still had this strong of a hold on the world. Now, all of his friends were suffering because of his stupid selfish wish.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed Ginny begin to stir.

"Ginny!" he yelled wanting to embrace her. He held back though, due to her current state.

Her reaction to him was similiar to Hermione's. She grabbed the ratty old sheet and tried to cover herself up. All the while moving as far away from him as possible.

"Who are you? What do you want? How did you get in here?" she yelled.

"Calm down. My name is Harry. I'm from a different reality. A reality where you trust me." Harry replied.

"Prove it." she stated calming slightly.

"Your name is Ginevra Molly Weasley. You are the youngest and only girl of seven children. You are dating Neville Longbottom and have been since a ball in your third year, his fourth year." Harry stated, praying the basic facts of the two worlds didn't change.

"Anyone who knows me knows that." she responded unconvinced.

"But I know you only went with him because you knew you wouldn't have been able to go if you didn't. Simply, because anyone below fourth year couldn't go unless an older student took them."

"I never told anyone that."

"Where I come from you told me and some of our friends."

Harry saw the worried look on her face.

"Don't worry, he doesn't find out." He clarified.

"Good." she sighed and looked around. "Where's Hermione?"

"Draco and your brother took her."

"Sick bastards!"

"Gin, I have to find out as much as possible about this world and Ron. Hermione told me a little but I need to know more."

He wanted to know how Ron got this way. He knew that it was simply the way Draco was raised so he didn't need to understand that any better.

"I'm gonna have to start with the divorce. When I was four, my parents divorced. Mostly because, the had different views on the war. My father thought The Drak Lord had the right idea but my mother disagreed. They fought all the time and eventually got a divorce. The seven of us were forced to pick a side. I was still in the "I want my mommy" stage so I stayed with her, along with Charlie and Fred. Ron, Bill, Percy, and George went to the dark side with my father. By the time I was nine my mom, Charlie, George, and Percy died fighting each other. Charlie died before my mom, so Fred and I feared we would be forced to live with my dad. Fortunately for us, before she died, she arranged for us to stay at Hogwarts in the care of Albus Dumbledore. After that, other than being in the midst of a war, things began to look up. That is, until just before my fourth year. See, after mom died, Fred and I devoted our lives to taking care of each other, no matter what. But when he turned seventeen, he decided to join the fight. I begged him not to but he said it was the only way to protect me effectively. Anyway, a few weeks after he joined, Voldemort attempted to take Hogsmeade and Fred went to fight the battle. He promised me he'd be back and it was the only promise he ever broke." Ginny finished and burst into tears.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and whispered soothing things to her. He was still mentally kicking himself for what he had caused.

"I found out later my dad and Bill died in that battle as well." she continued once she calmed. "After that, Neville scarcely left my side. He helped me through losing my family and promised me he'd do everything in his power to spare Ron's life, to save me the pain of losing him too. I, in turn, helped him to try and figure out how he survived The Dark Lord's initial attack and how to do it again."

"How did he survive?" Harry inquired, curious to know what happened that changed so much.

"I guess when The Dark Lord tried to kill, he created a blue bubble around himself and it absorbed the curse. No one knows how he did and he was never able to do it again."

"So the spell didn't rebound?"

"No, why?"

"Finish your story, then I'll tell you mine."

"Ok. After Fred died, I convinced Dumbledore to allow me to train in combat and quit school. He and Neville trained me in alot of things. I can do wand combat, hand to hand, I was learning sword play, I am a skilled Occlimens and was just about to start Legilimency before I was taken. Two years ago, Neville, Dumbledore and I, led a raid on Riddle Manor. We managed to rescue all the girls and took them to Hogwarts. We trained the ones who wanted to fight and protected the ones who didn't. Six months later, Voldemort attacked Hogwarts, killing most of our men, including Dumbledore, Malfoy took care of him."

"Please tell me you mean Lucius Malfoy?" Harry exclaimed.

"Nope, Draco."

"No." He whispered. "I'm sorry, go ahead."

"The Dark Lord also, managed to recapture all his girls, plus a few more. Which is how I got here. Surprisingly, he found my stubborness and disobendience fun and arousing, so I quickly became his favorite."

"He's probably using it as a way to get to Neville."

"I try not to think about that."

Harry opened his mouth to speak but Ginny put her finger to her lips, indicating he shouldn't speak. He found out why a second later, as he heard the click of a lock. Not having time to pull out his cloak, he jumped into the closet and hid behind the clothes. Ginny got back on the bed and pretended to still be unconcious.

The door swung open and in walked Draco and Ron carrying an unconcious Hermione. They threw her on the bed and exited locking the door behind them.

Once their footsteps died away, Harry got down into the flooroard and grabbed the box of potions. Ginny was checking Hermione's pulse when he handed her the box.

"How did you know where it was?" she asked.

"Hermione showed me." Harry responded as Ginny opened it. "Is she gonna be alright?"

"I think so." Ginny asnwered, reading labels. "Those two never do anything that can't be fix. They like to "play" with her too much to seriously hurt her."

She poured a few drops of one into Hermione's mouth.

"Now, all we can do is wait." she stated as she took the box back.

A thought suddenly came to Harry and couldn't keep from verbalising it.

"How did you know they were coming?" he asked.

"Well, when you're here long enough, you learn to listen carefully and talk so only the person you're talking to can hear you." Ginny replied emerging from the closet. "I heard the jangling of keys outside the door."

They watched Hermione for a few minutes before she began to stir.

"Where am I?" she asked opening her eyes.

"It's alright. You're safe back in the hole." Ginny answered.

Hermione sat up slowly and looked around. Harry could tell it took her a minute to register who he was.

"I see you got her to trust you." she said to him. "What did you say?"

"That's information I need her permission to divulge." Harry replied.

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ginny, who blushed furiously.

"Never mind. It's not important. I do, though want to hear about this alleged other reality of yours, Harry." Hermione said.

"I'ts not alleged." Harry responded. "Let's see where to start? My name is Harry James Potter.

"B-B-But you're dead." stuttered Ginny.

"What?" Harry questioned in utter shock.

His knees felt weak and he needed to sit. Ginny saw he was having problems proccessing this and helped him sit on her mattress.

"You were killed by The Dark Lord because he wanted to be absolutely sure, Neville was the one he wanted." she explained. "Are you alright?"

"Fine, just information overload." Harry responded. "Anyway, this is how it happened in my reality. The prophecy could've been about me or Neville. Well, Voldemort chose to come after me, first. Due to my parents turncoat secret-keeper, Peter Pettigrew, he found me. My father died fighting and my mother died protecting me. My mother's sacrifice is why Voldemort couldn't kill me. The curse actually rebounded on him, breaking his powers. Dumbledore sent me to live with my aunt and uncle, who hated me because of my "abnormality", until I was eleven. I had no idea about my past until I started at Hogwarts. It turned out to be the first place I was accepted and had friends. I met Hermione and Ron on the train first train ride. Ron and I hit it off right away but we didn't like you much at first, Hermione."

"Why not?" Hermione interupted.

"You were kinda snooty." Harry replied, "But after we saved you from a mountain troll that Halloween, we started to become friends. You gradually told us about your stepfather, which helped us to understand your attitude when you first meet people. Anyway, at the end of first year, you and Ron helped me stop Voldemort from using the Sorcerer's Stone to come back to power."

"Are you telling me, my brother, Ronald Weasley, did soemthing to hinder The Dark Lord?" Ginny asked in utter shock.

"Yes. In my world, Ginny your entire family is good, still together, and alive." Harry answered but one look at her face told him to continue. He didn't want her to have to dwell on that thought. "Hermione and Ron actually helped me do a lot of crazy shit in the last six and a half years. Things took a turn for the worse in our fourth year though, Voldemort figured out how to come back. We recruited everyone we could to fight on our side and tried to stop him. When sixth year came around, Voldemort wanted Draco, yes he was a Death Eater, to kill Dumbledore. But Draco wouldn't do it, so Voldemort killed his mother. That's when he switched sides and soon became my savior. But that parts not important. What is important is that I figure out how the hell this happened."

"Okay, tell me exactly what happened before you got here." Ginny said.

Harry looked into her eyes and saw how exhausted she was. He then looked to Hermione and saw that she was already curled up under her pathetic sheet, forcing herself to stay awake.

"Look," he said. "I'll talk about it with Snape tomorrow. You two need sleep. You've both been through hell. Besides, you have enough to worry about without adding this to it."

He waved his wand transfiguring their sheets into big fluffy, warm comforters and conjured confy pillows. The girls looked thankful to have comfort for onceas they laid down. Harry sat between them stroking their hair.

He felt completely guilty. He was so selfish. How could he not have thought about everyone else. They were all suffering because of him. He promised himself then and there, even if Snape couldn't help him, he'd find a way to fix this. Not for himself but for the ones he loved.