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Authors Notes: It seems to me I have a small group of readers and an even smaller, abeit very loyal, group who review. Please, if you read this I'd really appreciate a review. The couple people who review have given me a lot of inspiration with their comments and ideas. It's helping me turn this story into something I personally am way into, and am hoping you are to! You can also private message me if you want to not leave your review on the review section.
Secondary Authors Note: I'm trying to start up another story, a Ginny/Snape. Perhaps something a little more romantic and less dark. Where Ginny's not trying to kill everyone and enslave all wizards. Lol, watcha think of the idea?
Shout Outs:
fiorellaweasley: Thanks for still reading, I'm glad you like it. Lol, what I think is funny is everything you've requested to see is something I've got planned for future chapters. But because so many people are dying to see more Weasley's and more of Ginny and Tom's relationship, I'll jump to that now, and bring everything back later. Thanks for Reading!
spectreofslytherin: Thanks for another review, lol, for a Slytherin you're certainly a fan of bloodtraitors. But yes, there are Weasley's galore and will be again in a couple chapters.
December 14th 2009
Students flooded the platform 9 3/4, snow blowing around in the chilling wind. "Mother!" Tom called, running to Ginny, Nagini wrapped around his neck. A smile graced her lips as she wrapped her arms around her son, "How was school love? No more problems from Nagini?" she asked, only half serious. "No, no more problems mother" he said with a smile that quickly slid off his face. "Mother, Potter is coming over here" he said as he looked up, seeing a very angry Professor marching toward them.
"How could you?" he yelled, not bothering who heard him, though most families cleared out quickly so they could enjoy every moment of the Holiday. The small number of families still remaining looked up at the outburst. Ginny's face was blank, an emotionless mask she'd perfected long ago. "Hello Potter" she said in a very Draco like manor. Harry looked at her disgusted, as if she were a diseased animal. "How could you betray everyone who loved you!" he said, this time his voice was quite, but she could hear the anger and venom behind his words. "I betrayed no one." She said simply, wrapping Tom a little closer to her out of motherly instinct.
"You betrayed everyone! You betrayed your family! You left me for that evil bastard!" he said, this time his voice starting to raise again. "I've never betrayed my family, they know where my loyalties lay." She hissed, smoothing out Tom's hair, Harry might not understand what she was talking about, but Tom did. "Voldemort is dead! He's a right evil bastard and I think you and his little spawn should join him!" he hissed through clenched teeth, gripping his wand hard at his side. "My my, threatening a student. I'm sure the ministry would love to hear about that" she said with a dark laugh. "I can see the headlines now. Saint Potter threatens innocent child's life. Story to follow" she said with a smirk. "Really Potter, did you really think you'd come over here, yell at me and I'd change my mind on what I believe. Come crawling back to Saint Potter and abandon my flesh and blood?" she asked with a smirk.
"You're disgusting. Once you let him touch you, you became the filth he was. Why would I ever want you anywhere near me? I only want to see you crawl into a grave with your little brat. You're lucky the ministry has said you've actually committed no crimes" he said with a dark look in his eyes. "Though I can't believe that's true. I'm sure you've got as much blood on your hands as he did" he said. Ginny only laughed, bringing an oddly cold hand to Harry's cheek, dragging her fingertips down his skin. "You left my child without a father" she said smirking at him. "Seems you're more like my love then you want to admit" she said, dropping her hand to Tom's shoulder. "Come on sweet heart. Uncle Draco and Aunt Pansy are waiting in the car for their little godson to come home so they can spoil you" she said "You'll regret this Weasley! You'll be sorry for everything!" He yelled after her, only to see her turn for a second, looking over her shoulder. "No, I've not been a Weasley since I was eleven" she said with a smirk at his confusion. "I've always been a Riddle, my heart always belonged to him." She said with an evil smile "You were nothing more then a place holder. A pathetic-love-sick pawn who molded to my every whim" she laughed lightly, her voice oddly calm. "You meant nothing to me Potter, but my love did find my stories of you highly entertaining" with that she turned on her heal, and walked out of the station, leaving a fuming Harry in her wake.
They walked to a black limousine, Draco and Pansy stepped out to receive a big hug from their godson. "Hey little one, you've been eating enough? Doing your homework? No detentions? Top grades?" Pansy rattled off questions, holding him at arms length, looking over him. "Pans, you're interrogating the poor child, I'm his mother and I didn't do that. Relax. He's mine and Tom's son, of course he's doing perfect" Ginny laughed as they all climbed into the car. "Love, why don't you sit up there with Aurora and D'Artagnan, mummy needs to talk to Auntie Pansy and Uncle Draco for a moment" she said as they climbed into the long car, which was magically enhanced so it was even larger on the inside. Tom walked to the front of the car, which was set up like a play room, where his two cousins sat. "We'll be home soon Tom. Gran and Grandad can't wait to see you" Pansy said smiling as Tom's face light up.
"Gin, what is it? You look worried" Pansy said as they all moved to the very back, sitting in plush chairs. "Here, this looks like a drinking conversation" Draco said, pouring them each a tall glass of a pale blue liquid. Draco sat down beside his best friend and his wife, looking concerned. He normally didn't know what to do when Ginny got like this, but Pansy did so he just sat back and listened and pretended to be joining in the conversation.
"I ran into Potter on the platform. He was threatening Tom" she said, watching her son show his cousins the magic he learned. "As a mother I'm worried, but I know he'd never really do anything to my baby. Saint Potter wouldn't harm a child. But he might make his school life miserable, and I know I raised him strong enough to deal with it, I don't want him to have to deal with it" she said, looking more like a loving mother then an evil witch trying to resurrect her dead husband and taking over wizarding England.
"Pansy, I miss him, so much I miss him" Ginny said, laying her head against her best friend's shoulder. "I know Gin. We're so close. We only need a few more souls, hopefully ones more powerful then the last two. Their magical cores were barely stronger then a muggles. They barely repaired the damage." Pansy said. "Draco and I are going on holiday after Tom goes back to school. We'll take the blade and Draco thought if he provoked people to try and attack him then I could use the blade to protect him. Thus we'd have plenty of souls." Pansy said.
Ginny shook her head. "That won't work Pans. The blade will be able to tell when you're trying to trick it. It'll only take pure intentions. You can't try and provoke them into attacking Draco, because then it isn't justified." She said softly, shaking her head at the pathetic attempt at an idea. "The blade was used by _ to raise the darkest Wizards who ever lived. They in turn used the blades to avenge their own deaths, or the death of their mate" she said softly, staring out the window. "I'd use it on Potter, but that is my loves destiny. He's meant to kill that little brat, not I"
She knew that she was going to be the one to use the Soul Blade. And it had to be to protect Tom. She knew she was able to use the blade as more than a simple dagger because of her love and devotion for her mate. She also knew souls stolen to protect your child were always stronger. Nothing was stronger than the bond between a mother and her child. She'd spent ten years searching for this blade, and she feared it would take another ten to collect enough souls to bring her plan to a crescendo.
They arrived back at Riddle manor an hour later. The manor had undergone a transformation after her love died. It no longer looked like a haunted house but looked like a charming country villa over looking Little Hangleton. Everyone was still terrified of the house, never even went near it. Beautiful flowers grew along the winding road that lead to the large house on the hill, but no one ever attempted to pick them. Afraid the woman inside would come after them. Everyone still remembered that night eleven years ago when she almost burned down the village. Or at least, they suspected it was her.
Ginny didn't mind being feared, in fact she quite enjoyed it. Everyone stayed away from her and her son and she liked that. No one came poking around suspiciously, which meant she could continue working in peace. The last thing her plans needed was nosy neighbors.
"Run Inside and wash up, Winnie should have supper ready soon" Ginny called to the three children as they all got out of the car. She loved being rich and having house elves. She would never again live like her parents brought her up. She'd never have to clean her house, or cook or lift a finger to do one tenth of what her mother did. Raising a child was so much simpler when you only had to worry about the child, not everything else. Her little Tom would never have to wear old second hand clothes or go hungry because Ginny didn't have money for food. He would never have to live through her childhood, or his fathers. She would die to give him everything he needed, or wanted.
Tom ran up the front stairs, with Aurora and D'Artagnan on his heels, Ginny walked beside Pansy and Draco deep in her own thoughts. "Gin, what else is upsetting you?" Pansy asked, finally breaking the silence. "This run in with Potter. He seemed…." She wasn't sure how to put her thoughts into words. Around any of her other followers she would have crucioed them on the spot for question her, but Pansy and Draco were her best friends, certainly two of her most trusted followers. She was not weak, but surely it was alright to be uncertain. Right?
"He seemed rash, like he considered killing me on the spot." She mused, lost in her own words and thoughts. "I think he's still in love with me, the way he looked was beyond a betrayed friend… It was the look someone might have when they find out their partner of thirty years has been having an affair for thirty one." She said, her eyes glazed over. "I'm worried he'll try and kidnap Tom, or even myself. He wanted some justification why I came to my beloved." She said softly. "I'm concerned that if he were to take Tom He would capture me when I went to collect him. I'm powerful but that idiot was able to kill my husband, and I've seen his power first hand" she added as they walked into the familiar hall of Riddle Manor. "He'd invade my mind, watch my memories. No doubt my mother would jump in, insisting I'm under some kind of potion or spell. She'd keep me prisoner until she was able to solve it. She would think she can cure me as if my love for him was nothing more than the flu" she said with distain.
A brilliant idea popping into her mind as she spoke. "Pansy come with me. Draco, watch after Tom and put him to bed by nine. I'll return your wife when I'm done" she said, a malicious grin on her lips. She grabbed Pansy's wrist, dragging her downstairs. "Now, I've got an idea, should they capture me I don't want them to see anything of myself and Tom together, or any of my memories of him. Should they see those it might hinder my attempts to revive him." She said. "I have a plan, but I need your help working out the details" she said delighted
Across England on the outskirts of the little town of Devan several agitated redheads sat discussing their current problem. One of their own had gone to the dark side, and not only that, but she went as far as one could go. "Mrs. Weasley, I don't know what we can do" Harry said from where he stood by the fireplace. "She's living in Riddle Manor, with all its wards and defenses we'd never be able to get in there." He added
"We assumed no one could get in because all of the spells, curses and dark magic still resided on the house." Hermione said from beside Ron. "The ministry sent in everyone we could think of, even combining forces with Harry, no one could break them" she said softly, snuggled into Ron, trying to calm her husband down some. "We even tried Severus, because he had the mark" she was still not used to calling her former Professor by name, but it seemed appropriate since they often worked together. "Even he couldn't get in. So we concluded that the spells and hexes were set up so, when he died, no one would ever be able to disturb his home. Monarchs used to do it to their favorite country estate. That's why even to this day several homes in England can't be accessed" she said, now launching into a history lesson. "One's been inaccessible for over two thousand years, and Gringots only discovered last month that one spot has finally decayed enough to allow access. That's the project Bill and Charlie are working on that have them so busy!" She said, now off track, though no one seemed to mind, since they knew Hermione would get back to her point eventually. "So, we deduced that his home could be inacessable long after people stopped carring who he was" she added, finally getting back to what she was saying. "But now I suspect it's because Ginny is reinforcing the spells and wards, and the reason Severus could not get in is because Ginny doesn't trust him. She knew he was a spy for the order, and his behavior at the final battle was anything but loyal to Voldemort" she said "So it would stand to reason she'd block him from entering." She took a breath, everyone staring at her as if she'd lost her mind.
"Ginny deserted us" Fred said from where he sat.
"I say we lock her in Azkaban for war crimes" George added
"Or give her the dementors kiss" Fred
"Or hex her into oblivion-" George
"-So she can join that scum she married" Fred
"But we'll keep her kid" George
"Because maybe she hasn't screwed him up yet" Fred
"Yeah, we can teach him the ways of the Weasley's!" George
"PRANKS!" They burst out laughing together, earning a hard smack on the back of their heads from their mother.
"Now we won't hear any of that nonsense from you two about giving Ginny a demotors kiss or sending her to Azkaban!" She said in a matter-of-fact tone. "She's still my daughter and your sister, she is just confused" she said in a tone more trying to convince herself then her children.
"Mum, she married you-know-who. She had his kid. She has probably killed hundreds of people, and no doubt was one of the cloaked Death Eaters who got away after the final battle." Ron said, looking at his mother as if she had lost her mind. "She's a war criminal just like all the rest of them" he said. He didn't want to mention that they had never caught most of the remaining death eaters. Though now it seemed Ginny had hidden them.
"No!" Molly almost yelled, rounding on Ron. "My baby girl would never do anything that would hurt her family or turn her back on the light!" She yelled, tears easily sliding down her cheeks. "She's under some kind of influence! You-know-who did this to hurt Harry or hurt us!" she screamed "She's not in her right mind."
"Molly, if he had her under a curse it would have to be one he monitored. Controlling curses need constant reinforcement" A very quite Severus Snape spoke up from his place in the shadowed corner. "If he did have a spell on Ginny it would have dissipated as soon as he died, or shortly after." He added calmly, knowing it would only upset the woman further, but it was the truth. She'd have to face that her daughter was not only a Death Eater, but she was Queen Death Eater. "The fact she's still going by his name, and still parading around like she'd untouchable is evidence that she's not under anything of his influence" he drawled
"NO!" Molly screamed louder this time. "She is under a spell controlled by one of his minions then! None of my children would turn to the dark side!" she yelled, ignoring the twins who had to pipe in with "Percy did!"
This argument continued well into the morning hours, Severus and Harry both needed to get back to grade assignments. Ron, Hermione and Arthur all had to be at the ministry by eight, and it was already half past six. Both twins slept on the couch, not bothering to even pretend to listen to the argument. Their minds were made up. Ginny was evil, and needed to be gone. Finally they all consented to examining Ginny and deciding from there.
"She's very close with Draco and Pansy Malfoy" Harry said "She told her son that Uncle Draco and Aunt Pansy were waiting. I think they are his godparents or something" he said with a yawn, wanting Molly to consent to let him go. "Hermione will polyjuice into Pansy and lure her here. Then we'll dig through her memories and her thoughts until we decide if she's a threat or not" he said, delighted Molly was nodding. Or he would be delighted if he wasn't so bloody tired.
"Molly, I have to tell you now. If I need to, I'll kill her. Ginny or not, no one will threaten the peace we have right now." Hermione said, expecting Ron to help soothe Molly if need be. Ron knew they could not risk another war. And if Ginny was as evil as they thought, and she commanded his followers, she did not doubt a war would ensue. They were relaxed right now, and a war would certainly cripple them. Of course Hermione was confident they would win. But she wasn't sure if they really would be able to rebuild after a second war.
"Okay Gin, I think this will work. This spell will pull out every memory of you and Our Lord" Pansy said, they had been working on this all night, and both women were exhausted. "You'll still know of the memories, and they might be able to peak on your subconscious now and then. But until you return the memories to your mind, no one else may view them or extract them" Pansy said saitfied. "Okay, lay down. This may disorient you… A lot" she said
Ginny laid down on the sofa in her study, never quite relaxing. "This will take a long time to pull out every memory, and you'll probably be forced to relive the stronger ones. No doubt, since we're pulling out memories of you and him, they will be mostly pleasant." She said, not adding her uncertainties. Their lord was an evil and vicious man. She did not believe any memories of him could be fond, he was not exactly a loving kind of man, not that Ginny thought that. Every time she spoke of their Lord it was in fondness and love, as if he were the romantic man every girl desired. "Take this Gin, it'll make the process easier" Pansy said, handing a sleeping potion to her mistress.
"Alright, I'll see you when I wake" she said, downing the awful potion. Like that she slumped back into the sofa, peacefully dreaming. Or at least, peacefully remembering.