The Mistake

Chapter 2

Authors Note:

Hey people, hope you like the first chapter… Of course, as of now (9-12-07 8:36p.m.) I haven't posted anything. I want to post two chapter at first, so you lovely revi- I mean readers will get a better feel for the story.

Charlie Wolf

P.S. My friend says my name is like a boy's, and just to clear that up, I'm a girl, a beautiful, thirteen year old girl. Well, maybe not so hot on the beautiful part LOL

Chapter 2

Walking down the steps of Saint Mungo's, Ginny Weasely headed toward the small, square foot of space available for Apparating out of the 1 mile circumference used by Saint Mungo's.

The cold December air bit at her soft skin and whipped her hair and cloak around her. Even though it was cold, Ginny loved the smell of the chilled, fresh air after being cooped up in the stuffy hot hospital for five hours.

Today she took half of her day off to get ready for her date with Harry. She glanced at her watch before setting off to the Apparating square. 3:15, she had more than enough time to get ready for Harry's so she stood on the Apparating square for a moment, letting the frosty air of the beautiful afternoon fill her lungs.

Suddenly there was a loud crack, and a swish of black cloak. Ginny was being forced in on from all directions. She couldn't breath; her lungs were being pushed together blocking her windpipe. Abruptly, she felt musty air flow back into her lungs and her body expanded into its normal shape.

Gasping she felt a violent shove in her back and felt her arms fly behind her and being bound cruelly tight. Falling to her knees, she turned her head to look at her kidnapper. She got a glimpse of a white hand grasping a wand protruding from a long black cloak, and a flash of red before everything went black.

When she woke next she panicked, she couldn't tell where she was. She was surrounded by large stone walls on all sides, she felt some sort of light tingling, and she was sitting in a hard wooden chair facing the rest of the room with her wrists, which had started to bleed, still bound behind her. She panicked more.

There was another loud crack and the cloaked figure appeared again. A high cold voice issued from the hood, "Well, Miss Weasely, or, if my information is correct, soon to be Mrs. Potter, or was soon to be Mrs. Potter." A high cold laugh erupted out of the figure.

Ginny was to terrified to think much about what was going on, but she did hear the Mrs. Potter part. "Wh- what," She stuttered.

The voice suddenly turned dark and dangerous, "Come now girl, you have to be faster than that, Lord Voldemort doesn't like slow people. I have something to tell you and I will not repeat myself,"

Ginny froze, Lord Voldemort, it can't be, he was dead, she Ginny saw him die, saw his body go up in flame after his own curse rebounded off of Harry's. She meekly looked down at his feet, what else could she do? She was tied to a chair, as far as she knew, wandless, and in the presence of the most powerful dark wizards ever.

"Good, now do you want to know how I came to be, again, do you want to know how long I have been waiting and watching you, do you want to know how you and your irksome boyfriend will die?" He said with deadly quietness. "Well girl, don't keep Lord Voldemort waiting. Answer!"

"I, yes" Ginny answered. What could she say?

He drew his wand and with a lazy flick a thrown like chair appeared out of thin air and he seated himself in it. "As you probably know, Potter and Dumbledore found out my secret without my knowing. They slowly killed me off without me feeling the slightest twinge. I realized when I only had two lifelines left. I had to act fast. I disguised my precious Nagini as my final Horcrux in hope that Potter would believe that she was the final Horcrux. But alas she was not. I had not even made my final Horcrux when Potter and Dumbledore started hunting for them. Still feeling compelled to finish my first task of creating seven Horcruxes, I got news that changed my life. When I heard of an immensely powerful wand, I knew it to be my final Horcrux, and with its help I would kill the Potter boy and fulfill my destiny." He paused for a moment reminiscing on his failed plan.

"It was not meant to be, for fate had a different rode made out for me. I must say; if my plan woks out it will be much worth the pain of having to repeat the agonizing cycle of rebirth. Now that Harry has given his soul to a less protected target, I can destroy him much easier." An evil smile crept across his lipless face.

"Harry's never killed anyone; he's never made a horrible Horcrux. If you want him dead, you'll have to fight him again, he knows what the wizarding world will suffer if he dies." Ginny cut in fiercely.

The cold, heartless smile widened, "Don't you see, narrow mined girl, Potter hasn't split his soul and hidden part of it, no, he's done much worse, he's given it to you."

Ginny gasped and her eyes narrowed.

"After my many attempts to annihilate Potter, I've realized I can't go for his physical being, he is too protected and capable; where he is weakest is in his heart. The powerlessness of love. What do you think he will do girl, let his love, his life, his only Ginny to be tortured and die in front of him, or will he willingly give himself up, knowing she will live, but also what might happen to the wizarding world if he dies." Voldemort gazed at her with quite triumph.

What would Harry do? If she could choose for Harry she would die of course, but what about Harry? If she were in his place could she live with herself if she let Harry die, or if she died knowing the wizarding world would go to chaos? Both she and Harry were trapped.

"Now let's write dear Harry a letter," Voldemort said, interrupting her thoughts. Waving his wand he produced a magnificent writing desk. "How shall we start, I know, come here girl." He gave another careless flick of his wand and she flew through the air with her hands tied behind her back landing hard on her stomach. Another careless flick of his wand and the tight cords on her wrists disappeared, reveling the open bleeding cuts the cords had left behind.

Voldemort hesitated for a moment than healed her cuts.

He smirked. "Now, I want you to write the letter, it will make it seem all the more… personal."

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