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Flashback
"Alright, close your eyes and concentrate." Bellatrix said dangerously, her frustration evident. In front of her, a white feather rose steadily in the air.
"Yes!" Ginny cried happily. She had been working on this for hours, and now she finally had mastered the most basic spell in the book. The feather wavered in the air and fell to the ground, catching on fire midway down. Even the most basic spells were daunting tasks when experimenting with wandless, wordless magic.
"NO!" Bellatrix shouted as Ginny screamed. She quickly doused the fire with a spell from her wand. "Never break your concentration. Even the most basic spells can go drastically wrong if you're not thinking solely of the spell you want to do." She stood up quickly, putting her hand on her head as if she had a headache. "Never lose your concentration. I wouldn't expect someone with your heritage to understand," she snarled.
"Back to insulting my family again, Bellatrix? And here I was thinking we were past that," Ginny quipped. Bellatrix was right though. She had lost her concentration. Ginny let out a sigh of frustration. She had lost it when she realized the spell was working. At least she had Bella as a teacher and not Lucius. She had been told that he was a nightmare to train with.
"You are nowhere near where you should be at this point in your training! We are trying to change you from innocent Ginny to powerful Ginerva. The way you're going, you'll still be Ginny when school starts. You will never be the regal, confident woman that the Dark Lord assures me is there! But then again, maybe the Dark Lord is wrong. Maybe there is nothing there other than a selfish little girl who switched sides for the thrill of it all!"
Ginny's face contorted into a mask of rage and she made eye contact with Bellatrix. Crucio, she whispered in her head. Bellatrix fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Ginny was astonished. She quickly looked away and the spell stopped. Bellatrix lifted herself off the ground and smiled.
"Now that's what happens when you concentrate."
End Flashback
"Here we are. Platform 9 and ¾, ma'am." Ginerva snorted at Blaise's chivalry. She was walking toward the train with them in tow. They were at a respectable distance, so as not to arouse suspicion. She spotted several people she knew, but they paid her no mind. She strolled along looking at all of the happy families. They were so oblivious. There was a war going on, and here they were, carping about not seeing their child for a few months. If the war was won by the Death Eaters, some of these families would never see their children again. She smirked at the thought. Some of the Death Eaters and their children nodded her way, but others ignored her, probably because the platform was much too public for such a display of familiarity. In the distance, Ginerva spotted Sylvia running towards her.
"Don't follow me. I'll check in with you at least once before we get to Hogwarts," she said shortly and turned on her heel to meet Sylvia.
The boys looked at each other and shrugged, "Girls," Blaise mouthed as if it was the only answer to the ultimate question. The boys soon met up with a group of Slytherins who demanded to know about the meeting.
"GINNY!" Sylvia shrieked in a way that had always sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Ginerva. She had never really been fond of Sylvia, but she had served her purpose this summer.
"SYLVIA!" Ginerva cried in her best imitation of the annoying girl.
"Ginny I missed you so much! Who's this mysterious boyfriend you have?" the hyperactive witch asked.
Ginerva drew a blank. "Erm...oh yeah, he wants to keep it a secret. So I really can't tell you right now, but soon."
Sylvia gave her a skeptical look. "Alright then. Whatever you say. It's not like I deserve it, telling everyone you spent the summer with me so you wouldn't get caught spending it with him."
"I know, and thanks for that by the way, but I'm still not going to tell you." If Sylvia questioned her too much, Ginerva could probably just obliviate her. It might even help her, she was so brain dead anyway.
"We should go meet up with your parents and let them see that we 'spent the summer together,'" she put up air quotes.
"Probably," Ginerva said, her mind wandering. She wondered if she could cause trouble right now—smack a poor first year in the head with his books, even torture someone. She doubted anyone would guess it was her. She might even have a little fun with it. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dean Thomas walking towards her.
When he arrived, he gave her his best sexy smirk, which Ginerva found disgusting. "Hey baby, looking good," he drawled, smacking her ass as he walked by. She suppressed a smiled at finding the perfect victim.
"Is that the boyfriend you spent the summer with? The one you made ME cover for?" Sylvia shook her head repugnantly.
"No he's not. What a git. He'll get what's coming to him soon enough. Let's go find my parents." Ginerva took Sylvia by the elbow and steered her to find her rather large family.
"Ginny dear, I can't believe how much you've grown. It seems like just last year that you were getting on the train for the first time," her mother gushed when they finally found her.
"Mum, you're embarrassing me," she said with mock annoyance. "Where are Harry, Ron and Hermione? I want to say hello."
"Over there. Please don't take too long, the train will be leaving soon. We wouldn't want a repeat of Ronald's second year…" her mother said, oblivious to the fact that Ginerva was already walking away.
She walked up to the group. They seemed to be deep in conversation, or at least the two boys did, but Hermione just looked bored. If Ginerva were anyone else, she would have thought that they were doing last minute plotting against the Dark Lord or some other heroic nonsense. Fortunately, she was not anybody else and she knew it was safe to walk up to them.
"And did you see that last goal? Totally wicked…Oh hello Ginny," Harry said after he finally noticed her. "How was your summer with Sylvia?"
"Hi Harry, my summer was great. We swam in her pool, went shopping, and did all kinds of stuff. I got a lot of new clothes," Ginerva said as if she were actually happy to see him.
"Yeah, about that…you, erm, look really nice…" Harry stammered as Ron looked at him incredulously.
"Harry! Don't say that about my sister, she's just a kid!" Ginerva felt her face going hot and the need to curse someone arose stronger than ever.
"Well I think I'll be going now. Lots of people to see, boys to snog. You know the deal, right Ron?" She turned and walked away, leaving him gaping at her. She smiled. This was going to be a good year, things were going to change.
She looked over and saw Dean standing nonchalantly against the thick brick wall and she smiled again. He saw her staring and he winked devilishly. She concentrated hard and channeled all of her anger into the forefront of her mind. She thought of him smacking her ass, of his grimy hands all over her body. She looked into his eyes. Crucio.
Flashback
"Good morning students, my name is Ms. Bellatrix, but you can call me Bella. I am going to be your teacher until you graduate, or until the principal Lord Voldemort sees fit to expel you," Bellatrix said, mocking her.
Ginny looked around quickly. There was no one else in the room. She idly wondered how many people Bellatrix had killed, maimed and tortured. She suddenly realized something, when Bellatrix said expel she meant something far more sinister.
"The Dark Lord told you why you are here," Bellatrix presumed. Ginny nodded. "Then you know that I have been instructed to train you in the Dark Arts, as well as in the talent of wandless, wordless magic. I have never done this before, but I'm sure it will prove…quite enjoyable. Let's start at the end. I'm going to cast a Crucio at you and you are going to block it wandlessly and wordlessly in 3…2…1… Crucio!" she shouted gleefully. Bellatrix didn't even give her time to react.
Ginny supposed that it made sense to do the hardest things first so that she would have the maximum amount of time to acquire the skills it took. The Dark Lord had already warned her about Bellatrix's tendency to do whatever she wanted in whatever order she wanted as long as the outcome was the same. He told her to expect the torture, but she was not ready for the intensity of the cruciatus curse. The pain ripped through her entire body, tore through every fiber of her being. She knew screaming would do no good, so she didn't. She was determined not to scream, to make Bellatrix angry. She laid on the hard, cold ground, tears streaming down her face, clamping her mouth shut. Then she felt relief, blissful relief. She stood up on shaky legs, giving her teacher the best brave face she could muster.
"Once more then? Crucio!"
Once again, Ginny did not scream, just withered in pain. The curse was lifted much sooner than she expected.
"Concentrate on the countercurse. Let it fill you to your core. Clear your mind of all other thoughts. Practice that tonight when you go back to your room." Ginny nodded curtly and stormed out. "Maybe next time I'll use a different approach."
End Flashback
She jerked herself out of her reverie and realized she was smirking. She quickly adjusted her facial expression to an expression of horror. Dean was screaming on the floor in pain and moving around erratically like it would help. Many Order members had congregated around him, desperately muttering countercurses. Several more had taken to searching the crowd for Death Eaters who looked suspicious. And a few were even ushering people onto the train to disperse the crowd. Ginerva decided that the torture had gone on long enough and broke the connection. He ceased his screaming and curled up into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably. His pain was like a drug and she was reveling in it. It was like a brand of that muggle drug ecstasy and she was feeling the high. She looked around quickly and made her escape to the train.
She walked through the long hallway of the train, looking through each of the compartments. She spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione in one and went in.
"I can't believe they made us leave, I mean he was being tortured. We could have helped!" Harry was ranting again. "I mean we are the people who are supposed to save the world." How conceded he was. He was not the one that was supposed to save the world, he would only die trying. It was foolish to think that he would live and the Dark Lord would die. He was just a boy after all, a boy whose powers in no way matched her master's.
"Oh, well they let me stay," she decided to taunt him, even if she had to seem innocent while doing it.
"Shut up Ginny, can't you see that we are having an important discussion here?" Ron said angrily. She was so mistreated by them. They didn't care about her feelings or even what happened to her. Only when she was in danger of dying or killing people as the heir of Slytherin did they actually pay her any mind.
"Fine then, I'll just find somewhere else to sit. It's not like you three are the only friends I have," she pretended to be insulted.
"Gin, you don't have to leave," Harry started.
"Apparently your best mate here thinks that I am not good enough to waste time talking to, so I will see you all at dinner."
She wandered the train aimlessly for a while, looking for the people she knew. Soon enough, she came upon a green and silver compartment with the shades drawn. Though she couldn't see inside, she knew of only a handful of people that would actually care enough to transfigure their compartment to their house colors. Well, if she was wrong, she could just walk out with no questions asked. It didn't matter what she did or how she embarrassed herself. They were still going to respect her no matter what, and they wouldn't dare try to cross her. She opened the door slowly and looked around. Sure enough, Draco and Blaise were talking rapidly in another language.
"Que croyez-vous que son affaire est?" Draco asked. (What is her deal?)
"Je ne sais pas. Puisque nous sommes ses gardes du corps, peut-être nous devrions demander," Blaise answered fluidly. (I don't know. Maybe since we are her bodyguards, we should ask.)
They looked up at her when she entered. Little did they know that last summer she had been in France with Sylvia and had learned the language. They were obviously talking about her.
"Ginerva, please come in."
"What did you want to ask me?" They looked at her, dumbfounded. "It's a beautiful language. I learned it last summer when I went to France. When did you learn it?" she asked good-naturedly.
"We were forced to take French classes as children," Blaise answered for the both of them. "And as for the other question, we wanted to know why you switched sides."
Flashback
"Mum, I'm ready to go to Sylvia's now," Ginny called up several flights of stairs to her mother. She had her trunk packed with everything she might need. Clothes, personal items, things from the joke shop that might be useful. They were all there.
"I'm coming dear. Just give me a moment," Molly came running down the stairs, almost tripping on one of Fred and George's traps. "Alright, grab my arm and here we go." Ginny felt that sickening feeling that went with disapparating, and then she felt her feet hit solid ground again. They were on Sylvia's front porch. Ginny's mother had already recovered and was ringing the doorbell.
Sylvia answered the door. "Hello Mrs. Weasley. Hey Ginny! Are you ready for some serious summer fun? My parents will be home after work and then we can run up to the muggle dairy queen. It will be awesome!"
"Totally," Ginny answered in a voice that was sweeter than chocolate. "Thanks for dropping me off, Mum."
"No problem, sweetie. I have to go check on dinner but I'll see you soon. I love you."
"Bye, Mum," she said and shut the door.
"Okay Ginny, so what's the plan again?" Sylvia asked as soon as they were up in her room.
"In about five minutes, a friend of my boyfriend is going to come by floo to get me. You can't be there though, because that would spoil the surprise. I'll leave for the summer and then I'll meet you at the train station and we can pretend we just spent the best summer ever together."
"It could work, but I don't get all of the secrets, especially from me."
"We just don't want it getting out because my entire family would freak out." They heard the sound of a floo downstairs. "Well that's my cue. Thanks for this."
"No problem, just don't forget to write."
Ginny walked down the stairs cautiously. There was no telling who the Dark Lord would send to pick her up. Lucky for her it was someone she knew. Severus Snape. Most teenagers associated him with detention, darkness, and even death—and of course, potions. He had an aura about him that made every person in the room respect him.
"Good evening, Professor," she inclined her head towards him in a slight nod.
"Ginerva, how lovely to see you again," he responded in a bored tone. "Shall we be going?"
End Flashback
"I just did," she responded harshly. The train jerked, signaling the start of the trip. "We'll be at Hogwarts soon enough." She sat back in the seat next to Blaise with a look of satisfaction on her face.
Que croyez-vous que son affaire est?-(What is her deal?)
"Je ne sais pas. Puisque nous sommes ses gardes du corps, peut-être nous devrions demander,"-(I don't know. Maybe since we are her bodyguards, we should ask.)
I'm sorry that there were a lot of flashbacks in this chapter, I just decided that I should probably do some explaining. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!