12. Charms
Professor Flitwick was an adorable teacher – his regard for her brothers Portable Swamps made him even more so. Especially when it came to Umbrige and her utter loathing for them. Ginny smiled, looking down at it she was headed to charms class right now.

Turning a corner she walked into the classroom, “Hello Professor” she smiled as she took a seat.

“Hello Mrs. Weasley,” Professor Flitwick’s small voice came from atop a pile of books in the corner. He was reading, readying for class it seemed.

“I’ve got it!” He chimed as the room filled with students.; eager to learn.

25. Sorting Hat
“Ah, another Weasley” The hat chimed in her ears, the voice joyful.

“Yes, I’m Ginny” She responded in thought to the Hat. Her smile wide, she knew she’d be in Gryffindor every Weasley in history ever was.

“Ah – and the first Weasley girl in three generations” it spoke aloud, its voice teasing and joyful. Ginny looked up at it through the mess of red hair in her way. “I can see that you are brave, braver than most Gryffindors” it called out mulling its decision over.

“GRYFFINDOR” it called out roaring over the crowed. The Gryffindor table screamed in applause.

14. Hogwarts, A History
Sixth year, she was frightened. Walking into the library she saw it – hidden in the corner of the reading lounge where she had stuffed it the other day. A shabby overly read copy of Hogwarts A History – the thought of reading it caused tears to form in her eyes. She didn’t let them fall.

“Aw little Weasley’s thinking of doing some reading. I’ll take that,” Blaise Zabini’s cruel voice came from behind her – her back went rigid. “Ugh that mudblood always read this book.” He exclaimed dropping it, the books spine nearly opening as he did so. She grabbed it.

15. Room

Ginny sat in her room, fear pulling through her body as she got ready with mixed anticipation. Yes she was happy for Bill, but she still didn’t like Fleur all that much but it was more than that.

Today, she feared something would go wrong. She didn’t want to lose him the day of his birthday.

She walked downstairs and saw him. “Hi Harry,” she nearly cried as she saw him – and in moments they were saying a feeble goodbye a long awaited kiss goodbye.

And to her dismay, today was the last time she’d see him the end.

16. Dragonhide Gloves

“Dragonhide gloves,” Charlie spoke as they were speaking with him in Egypt, “are made from the tanned hides of the elderly dragons that die of natural causes.” He smiled.

“I pride myself in saying that none of the hides sold here, were procured in other less desirable means.” He nodded, giving Ginny a nudge in the shoulder. “How’s that treat ya Ginge? Why not tell Granger that she’d get a kick out of it.” He smiled.

Ginny rolled her eyes the year before Hermione had started SPEW, and this summer DHPIL – or dragon hide poaching is illegal. Ginny had joined.

91. Future

“Harry what are you doing?” Ginny asked her eyes wide – wide as golf balls.

“Dancing.”

“That is not dancing – that’s wiggling your bum in a circle and moving two fingers up and down…you look like – like that muggle TV show your aunt told me to watch– the waggles – or whatever.” She laughed; she couldn’t help but laugh he was cute trying to dance for their kids.

Putting her hand on her engorged belly she thought about what would happen when their kids got married. That future was far off though with one child here, and one on the way.

90. Present

Ginny felt like her heart was wrenched out of her chest and in its place a block of ice. He is my past, I can’t be with him anymore… Ginny had to think to herself, tears ready to burst from behind her clenched eyes.

Little did she know, the body being carried by those dastardly death eaters was not limp with death, but limp – it was acting.

The rest – to her, was a blur. Her anger, her hatred pushed her to want to kill those who killed him; to rip the life out of their grasp. She wanted revenge.

22. Kneazle

Ever since her school years, Ginny felt that she wanted a pet.

Something, that she, Harry, and the kids could enjoy and love.

Something big, warm, cuddly, and protective. Seeing they never knew if someone would try and attack Harry to get hold of the heirloom that sat on their shelf behind lock and key. The wand that led to Voldemort demise, the wand that had belonged to Dumbledore – the elder wand.

She wanted something familiar, and that’s when she saw her. A soft, warm, cuddle fluff ball of a thing. She looked like Crookshanks the half-kneazle. She was perfect.

18. Whomping Willow

“There’s a secret passageway,” he told her.

“Yeah, and that’s where you found out Snape was innocent?”

“Exactly, its right under the whomping willow, I’ll show you.” Harry exclaimed, only days after the war. He grabbed her hand, walking over to the tree, the tree that had sustained its hold during the war; branches still thrashing.

Lobbing a rock at the knob, he climbed into the hole below the trunk – she followed. And soon, they were there, in the Shrieking shack the stench of rotting flesh ripe in the air. Snape lay dead his pensive-ready memories around his head.

48. Leprechaun''It was the first time she’d seen one, a leprechaun that is. Ginny hadn’t known what to expect, they were stout, loud, and seemed to love Irish drinks. She couldn’t help but smile at his thick accent that she couldn’t understand a word of.

Then he was gone, and she thought that would be all she’d see of him. But no, half an hour later she saw a Leprechaun in the sky it was an amazingly spectacular lightshow. Oh how she loved Quidditch – she vowed to make the team that day forth. She would practice all that she could.

29. Pensieve

Ginny walked up to the large stone basin, the carvings on it so innate and delicate. She knew what it was, and was apprehensive she didn’t know what she would see when she plunged her face into the silver liquid Harry was pouring into he pensieve. She didn’t know what she would see in the depths of her most harsh of Professor’s mind.

When she plunged her face in – her body feeling as though it fell into a dream she gasped. She saw Snape yes, a young Snape talking with a beautiful Ginger haired girl – she had green eyes. Lily.

100. Homework


TWENTY sheets? She thought ready to cry at the thought of her homework be a paper so long it took a full twenty sheets of parchment to write it.

Ugh. She hated Snape more and more now that he was a Defense against the Dark Arts professor. He kept treating her like she was bad at everything.

When Ginny already knew her diffindo kicked his in its scrawny little – lets calm down don’t get your knickers in a twist this is a PG site after all Gin not like your diary at home where you can say anything at all.

99. Newspaper


Why was it that ink always got on her hands when reading this stupid dirt-rag-gossip-column of a newspaper? To even say that the Daily Prophet was honest journalism was a lie a blatant lie. Especially when she worked there.

She made Harry out to be a cheat – and she made Ginny out to be his next meal, the scrap of bones he was going to eat up and spit out. Wasn’t that Krum’s job with Hermione?

No, he was only used to make Ron jealous – it worked.

Ginny huffed, setting the paper into the fire as she walked by. Pathetic.

98. Pajamas


Ginny wasn’t told ahead of time that Harry Potter was coming to visit.

Dear lord, and she was wearing pajamas…and not good ones, tattered blue striped one’s she’d had since she was nine and looked now like Capri pants even though they weren’t they were just far to short.

She glared at Ron, who already said hello to her, causing Harry to see her like this – like an unkempt idiot. Oh, did she even brush her teeth, or her hair? She fretted, smoothing her hair as she sat down next to Hermione.

“Ginny school shopping later,” Her mom smiled. Oblivious.

50. Boggart


She heard rattling coming from the cupboard and took a tentative step forward. And then, he stepped forth, she let out a blood curdling scream.

Tom Marvolo Riddle was standing in her kitchen. The kitchen she shared with Harry – the man he tried to kill twice, her husband, and father of her kids.

“Don’t touch my family” she cried, holding out her wand, the fear paralyzing her to the spot.

That was when he came in, and its shape changed, she began breathing again. It was only a Bogart, she told herself but she’d been scared by a Hogwart’s nightmare.

49. Yule Ball

Neville wasn’t her first choice for a date to the dance. But, her going with him would make his night more enjoyable, and hers as well.

Walking down in her dress she smiled to him, Neville looked nice, clean-shaven happy. He was kind but he was no dream-boat-Potter.

She knew what everyone would think when Hermione walked down, her own moment in the limelight would fade, but she didn’t mind. Hermione needed it was much as her – but at least a ruddy famous bloke had asked her to the Yule ball.

“Hello Harry,” Ginny smiled, as she walked past him.

96. Socks

Why was it whenever she needed them she could never find them? Ginny thought as she skewered her trunk for a pair of warm socks.

With a huff she made to give up – that was right before he popped in wearing all sock’s on his ears. Making him look very crazy indeed. Priceless, Dobby.

“Dobby!” Ginny smiled, seeing her entire collection of sock’s on his ears. This, made her laugh, it was a good laugh, a cheery laugh, a laugh that read she was happy she knew where they were. She wouldn’t take his multitude of ear-warmers away from him.

41. Thestrals

Ginny had never been able to see them before, Thestrals that is. Yet now, they were everywhere on the grounds, in the forest, on the roof of the school – sitting on the pitch during games. She shuddered slightly – they ate meat humans were meat.

But she knew they weren’t mean creatures – they could only be seen after you’d seen death. And now, the entire school save the first years saw them. Well, everyone from Hogwarts that is.

They were made to finish their year at Beauxbaton while the school got fixed. Ginny laughed, Hogwart’s flying horses had come with them.

17. Cauldron


Ginny walked into the store and sighed; knowing none of these would be hers.

She was a Weasley after all – and Weasley’s got hand-me-downs. And that, was exactly what she had in her arms, Lucius Malfoy was right she was a Weasley.

But her dad was right about him – he was a no good git and couldn’t be trusted past where you could throw him and not even then would you tell a Malfoy anything. After all, it was common knowledge he was a follower of the dark lord before Harry was born.

Lieing little – what this in my Cauldron?

20. Hogsmeade


Snow swirled around her as she climbed out of the carriage.

Hogsmeade was beautiful today, and today she was going on a date.

She smiled, as he offered her his hand, oh that move there won him a kiss she thought, smiling as they walked hand-in-hand to Madame Puddifut’s Tea Shop. The smell inside was overwhelmingly that of chocolate and jasmine – and the cupids made it oh so tacky.

Still, the thought that he took the time to bring her out on Valentines day made her happy. Dean Thomas was a brilliant boyfriend she smiled. She kissed him passionately, happily.

30. Feast
mini challenge: Cookies


It was the Halloween feast. Ginny sighed, looking down at the table unsure what load of sweets to shovel onto her plat. Like a greedy child, she saw them, sitting there untouched – in her mind she envisioned them bathed in light. Like they were some kind of holly relics.

Reaching her hand over to the plate she took one raspberry, one orange, one strawberry and really any another jammy dodger flavor she could think of. Oh she could write an ode to them.

That was how much she loved them. She loved making them with her mum as a child.

24. House Elf


Ginny felt horrible when she saw Harry out there digging. Digging like there was no tomorrow, but she felt it was the right thing to do. To say she was conflicted was another story.

“Dobby, I will miss you,” she whispered into the wind, hair whipping around her head.

“I miss him too,” Hermione told her, walking outside holding a cup of hot chocolate for Harry so he wouldn’t freeze.

“He was the best house elf ever,” Ron admitted – as he walked into the room. Crying.

“We all miss him,” hugging Ron– he’d never expressed compassion for house elves before.

26. Quill


Ginny laughed as Neville’s quill went flying across the common room – barely missing the fireplace.

“Priceless” she commented, shooting him a quick smile. Neville was a great friend, and hilarious at that.

Standing up she walked over and grabbed the slightly singed Quill handing it to him she laughed, “Maybe don’t twiddle it in your hands next time” she smiled.

“I’ll try to remember that next time.” He laughed his eyes sparkling happily.

“So, how’s the essay going?” Ginny asked, knowing she’d have a similar essay in a years time – it was McGonagall’s class after all.

“Honestly, going like hell.”

27. Owl/Christmas Mini Challenge

Errol flew into the snow-covered window with a thud. She laughed.

“You silly Owl” she commented as she took the letter from his beak – it was addressed to her.

Ginny gasped pointing at the word, showing Harry.

78. Authors Choice & New Beginnings Mini Challenge

New Beginnings weren’t something Ginny was used to.

But it was the beginning of her fifth year – she was single. Harry paid little attention to her. What else was there to do but change her look, update herself, and try and make herself incitingly endearing-exactly the girl every guy wants to date.

She walked onto Platform 93/4 wearing high heels, a tartan skirt in the Stewart clan colors she just looked as she called it hot. New looks on life – new self, new everything really.

She got cat calls as she walked into the train, Dean Thomas looked most pleased.