Purity
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

Little Ginny Weasley had always been thought of as a pure child, an innocent, one who knew nothing of the world, and her childlike appearance and demenour, even at the age of sixteen, would have done nothing to contradict that assumption. Why, her very name meant 'white', a colour symbolic of purity. She was so innocent, so pure, an earthbound angel… or so many had been lead to believe.

What they had failed to realise was that she was no longer a child, that she had not been a child for many years now. Possession does that to a person; no one can ever be the same after their soul has been tainted, and her soul had been tainted by the darkest of wizards in many centuries. She may have still appeared a child, yes, but her eyes, once so deep and warm, were cold, black abysses that betrayed her secret. They would have realised if they had bothered to look, but of course they did not.

What they had failed to realise was that white, the meaning of her name, did not always symbolise purity; it was symbollic of death. How perfectly ironic and yet true at the same time; her innocence and all else had died long ago. Why, many had died at her hands now, hadn't they? They would have seen this coming had they ever bothered to look; but of course they did not. They aren't alive now, and that in itself shows how much they looked; they had only seen Ginevra Weasley as pure, white and untainted; now all they saw was the tainted whiteness of death.