Two Wrongs Don't Make a Right

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Summary: You all know that two wrongs don’t make a right. In this tale of our beloved Draco and Ginny we see just how that saying works. After being controlled by Lord Voldemort in her first year, Ginny was always a little interested in the Dark Arts. Whatever will she do when none other than Draco Malfoy catches her in the midst of practicing such forbidden things?

Note: I began this story on . Never thought of posting it but now I want to. I think it’s a good idea, and since when I started it was way before the sixth book, the things in that book probably not be used. Unless I can think of a way to use it as a twist, because I’m just evil like that.

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Two Wrongs Don’t Make a Right

Prologue

How to describe Ginny Weasley? Ginevra (her real name) had dark red hair, which some would call auburn, chocolate brown eyes, fair complexion and spotted freckles along her face. She had a wonderful boyfriend, Colin Creevy, great friends, Luna Lovegood for one, and a great family. It would seem that she had the perfect life, correct? Wrong. That, she did not. For starters in her first year at Hogwarts and Wizardry she was controlled by the Dark Lord; Voldemort imself. He made her do awful things against her will and would have succeeded in killing her, had it not been for Harry Potter.

Though that is another story entirely of which I shall not dwell. As Ginny grew older she could not deny the fact that she stayed interested in the Dark Arts, though she hid it well. No one knew about her dirty little secret aside from herself. Now Ginny is in her sixth year at Hogwarts, and though she still looks innocent on the outside, you will come to find she definitely is not.

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Ginny walked down the fourth isle in the “Restricted Section” of the library, running a finger along the spines of the books, looking for a certain one. She had to search fast, knowing that Filch and Mrs. Norris were due to be back on this side of the castle in just a few minutes. She wondered if Filch ever got any sleep as he was always out at night and during school hours too. Shrugging it off, she smiled as she found the book.

“Found it,” she said, putting the candle holder down and taking the book off from the shelf. Flipping through the pages, a grin spread over her face at what she saw. She shut the book, left the library and walked up the four flights of stairs to the “Room of Secrets”.

The portrait into the room was secluded in the darkest area of the corridor; therefore not many people saw it. There was a bald man with a pair of overall jeans on, looking like someone out of an old western movie. However when he spoke, he had an Australian accent. “Good day.”

“Hi Archie, how have you been?” Ginny asked politely as she reached into her robe pocket for her wand.

“As good as being a secret door can get, and you?”

She shrugged lightly, “I’ve been better.” The thing that was tricky about Archie was that there was no password; this was actually a door, with a portrait in front of it to fool people. They would think that they needed a password when naturally…all they needed as to find the handle. Ginny reached her hand out and moved it along the familiar path to the door knob and twisted it, “See you in a bit Archie.”

“Alright…I don’t suppose you’ll ever tell me what it is you do in there?”

“Not a chance,” Ginny said with a wink before entering the room. “? Come on out,” she said to the seemingly empty room. “?” Still nothing, “ get your arse out here!”

There was a shuffling about in the darkness and Ginny muttered a spell to light the candles around the room. In front of her now stood an odd creature of some sort. Even she did not know what kind of thing it was, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t use it, did it? It was down on all four and very pale, it hadn’t a single hair on its body and it wore very little clothing.

“Y-y-yes?” A creature it may have been, but it spoke, nonetheless.

“Just sit in the chair,” she said, talking to him as though he were in a lower class than her. Which was saying something. went to a chair near the corner of the room and sat down, randomly twitching at times.

Ginny opened the book, sat down on the floor and placed it in her lap. She looked through the pages again, for the spell she knew would be there. “Victim must be completely still, not moving a single muscle (body bind can be used) as not to have them move and dodge the spell. Also, silence charms tend to work nicely.  Icantation: Profundus Vulnus.”

Ginny set the book down in front of her before standing up, “Petrificus Totalus!” She said, her wand pointing at ’s now rigid body. “Silencio,” she muttered, waving her wand as though it were nothing. Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the book once more, making sure she had the write spell and knew how to pronounce it. Wrong pronunciation on these types of spells could resort horrendously.

“Profundus Vulnus!” She shouted, a red spark shooting out from the end of her wand and colliding with . It was as though an invisible needed was cutting him along the skin, his blood seeping as steam arose from the cuts, letting it known that it was also hot.

With a bit of satisfaction that she had completed the spell Ginny flipped to the next page and muttered the counter curse. The wounds slowly healing and the blood stopped coming out. As she closed the book an idea popped into her head. She could be sent to Azkaban for something like this but at the moment, she was in one of her zones. And she just wanted to test it…she didn’t really want to cause him any harm.

She twirled her wand around in her hand and faced , who was already backing away into a corner. He had seen this look on her face one too many times before. “Stop it,” she warned, grabbing his hand, preventing him from moving anywhere. She took a deep breath, though at the moment the consequences seemed far fetched as no one would be able to find her in this room. “Crucio!”

’s bony body fell to the floor and began to shake uncontrollably. He looked like he was having a seizure; only in reality it was ten times worse. His screams were so loud that Ginny wasn’t able to hear the sound of the door swinging open.

“What the hell are you doing Weasel?”

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Hello all! I have returned after a long absences…well sort of. Haha, well this is just a small prologue and I hope you all will enjoy it. Please, no review about Ginny being OOC though because well…this is fanfiction and you can make things the way you want and Ginny in this fic is not EVIL, just slightly interested in the dark arts. Well…thanks to my wonderful beta, Kelsey for doing such an awesome job beta-ing & so quickly too. Thanks for reading and please review! So I know what you all think and if I should continue or not.