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Ginny ran her hand along the rack – the clunk-clunk-clinking of all the hangers bumping into each other only made her mood more apprehensive. Dress robes were so much simpler – how come she couldn’t just have it be casual. Molly smiled at her, “Ginny, you will be beautiful” she smiled, hugging her daughter. “If you need me to I’ll make you one.” No, Ginny didn’t want her mother to make her wedding robes – she wanted it to be perfect. She was marrying Harry after all. He was perfect. Then she saw it, a dress that seemed to sign her name, perfect. |
The common room was empty that night. No sole living or dead seemed to want to be there this night – but her, she was alone by the still crackling fire. Her heart in a vise – her world upside-down; it was the night after Dumbledore’s funeral. And she felt more alone than she ever had in her entire life – and it wasn’t because of his death. It was because Harry had left her – sure he was being noble and didn’t want her to get hurt. But what about love conquers all? Didn’t he know she wanted to be with him forever? |
Ginny watched as the Niffler bore a hole into the ground. She hadn’t even had time to try and grab it before it jumped from her hand and began digging like a tornado force. It was fast. Then, a moment later, it reemerged with bag in the clasps of its jaw. “What do you have there, Jamie” she asked the Niffler, and grabbed the bag – Jamie tried to bite her hand. He missed. Opening the bag she found it was, after all, quite heavy. Looking in, she saw it, 10,000 Galleons she was rich. Shocked, she put it away. |
Ginny cringed as she heard the parseltongue words coming from his tongue. She felt her heart pump in fear, as her body began to slow down blood slowly forgetting to pump. “No, please no” she thought as Tom Riddle sent the Basilisk after Harry. That was the last thing she remembered, before it happened. Before her heart began to pump again, before she began to live once more. Why had she ever opened that cursed book? She thought. Looking up at Harry in awe, as he picked her up and carried her over to where Ron was waiting. “You’re safe” |
Ginny looked at her father, her eyes wide with shock and disdain. How on earth did he think he’d fit in – in the muggle world wearing that? She thought, utterly flabbergasted at his apparel choices. They were in the 90’s already he didn’t have to dress like a golfer. Her dad looked stuck in the 80’s and she was petrified. Ginny grumbled so embarrassed – but she had to admit Harry, and Diggory both looked spectacular. Why was it students and people her age could pull it off – but not her silly father. Even Amos Diggory looked better than her dad. |
Ginny loved Muggle studies today. Professor Burbage had decided to teach them how to cook – the muggle way. “Take the egg and crack it” The sight was hilarious students dropping eggs, throwing them, tapping them with their fingers, their wands, anything not hard enough to crack it. She chuckled as a student near her started to speak to the egg. Saying “Crack please, I know you might not want to, but I need you to crack for me.” She smirked. Luna was odd; she loved her. She took it egg hit it against the edge of the bowl cracked it. |
Ginny was early for class and that was more than evident. The Divinations classroom was more than empty – not even a crazy bug-eyed Professor Trelawney could be found. She sat down by one of the tables – there were cups of tea, at each table as well as tarot cards. What was the purpose of tarot cards AND tea reading? Were they supposed to SOAK the cards or something? She thought laughing. Her laughter was what called her into the room – the crazy divinations teacher who always made horribly wrong predictions. So wrong no one ever believed a word she said. |
Draco Malfoy was standing on a table in the great hall spouting off something for the pureblood agenda. Blah blah blah – that was all Ginny heard. She stood up to go to class when he called her out, yelling her name “Ginny Weasley is a blood traitor and why is that?” he yelled. “Because my parents aren’t death eaters Draco.” She yelled back, hearing the ooh’s and aah’s at her response as well as the boos from the Slytherins. Well, that’s what you get for telling the truth. She scoffed leaving him to his pureblood babbling charade of ultimate power. |
Ginny loved when they were staying at Grimmauld Place – it meant she could talk to Sirius Black about Amigagus powers and what it meant to become one. Registered, or not. She laughed as he turned into a dog and proceeded to walk around in a circle five times on the end of the bed she was using. Two minutes later she could hear prominent snoring coming from him. She scratched his ear one day, for some reason unknown to her she got along with him oh-so-well it was like they were family – and they were he was a quasi unkle. |
Ginny was more than mad that in her fourth year at Hogwarts she wouldn’t learn key spells such as Expecto Patronum during D.A.D.A I mean wasn’t that the point of Defense Against the Dark Arts? School was worse than ever with all the stupid rules – and there was no more Quidditch because a Professor didn’t run it. At least she had Dumbledore’s Army. The secret society where tonight they were learning to send off full fledged Patronus’s. She wondered what hers would be, as she sat at dinner. Anxiously awaiting tonight’s affairs of spell casting. But something would go wrong. |
Ginny had never seen a hat that roared before. But she was glad she did – it gave her the right amount of pep to win the match with flying colors. Oh and that was a beautiful match. She felt like she was going to scream with happiness as Harry kissed her – oh it was perfect his lips on hers – perfect. And he had started it. Oh, joy, oh rapture. She heard the roar of applause from the Gryffindors as they kissed. And one small voice blocked out from it, she swore was saying “But she’s my sister!” Ron would deal. |
She had tried to tell him right then and there in the room of requirement that they were a team. And if he was going to go off fighting so would she. Because, she was in love with the fool and wouldn’t be held up in a room with a bunch of kids who wanted to fight when she knew they needed all the people they could use. It was an all-out-war after all. And who wanted to be locked away in a protected room not knowing if the man they loved was dead during such an all-out-war. Not her. |
“Doesn’t she look darling?” Molly cooed. “Yes, darling, she is perfect, just like you;” Arthur smiled Molly blushed. “ ‘ello punphpkin” Fred and George laughed unable to say pumpkin. “Aw mum why like that?” Percy complained – as always. “Why am I farmer – and she a pumpkin?” “Because, we are trying something new Percy dear, now go get in the car we’re off to London for a little bogging for apples and holiday treats yeah?” Arthur smiled, scooping up the young orange-red haired pumpkin in his arms. It was her first Halloween and even if she didn’t remember it’d be fun. |
Ginny was walking down the hall of the school alone at night, her feet hardly making a sound. She didn’t want the Carrow’s or their followers to find her. She was almost there – she had almost reached the room of requirement when she spotted on coming torch light. Damn, damn double damn she cursed in fear of being caught and quite literally held hostage by Voldemort and his men. She stood still a moment, a second longer she would have been caught, but suddenly she found the perfect hiding place. Slipping behind the armor that was moving its head – safe. |
Ginny stared in disbelief as her house her child hood home was now set ablaze. Tears running down her cheeks, she felt like screaming and cursing those stupid death eaters who had destroyed their home – at least they could repair it quickly after the blaze was extinguished. “You haven’t done ANYTHING” her mind was screaming at Bellatrix – the ring leader. Oh how she wanted to lay a whole load of curses on that most-evil woman. Instead she stood there calmly, her wand poised and shooting water at the roaring flames. The flames that were not dissipating quite thoroughly and quickly. |
The pace was quite fast – she had to zip to the left zip to the right and dive. It seemed that Quidditch tryouts were even harder when Harry wasn’t there probably because some good-for-nothing wanna-be jerk was running the team now. Since when was Cormack McLaggen qualified, or even a decent enough candidate for the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain? McGonagall had told her it was because he was the new keeper since Ron hadn’t come back – and still, the games were horrible. Even more so than they had ever been. As she rounded bend he called to quicken her pace – jerk. |
Wand poised, she was ready to take him on. Why was it that they seemed to be acting civil during a more real-deal-brawling duel than they would in the actual practice duels that the school put on ever since second year. She remembered the completely lame-spell that her opponent had used on her own boyfriend years ago. Suddenly the lights disappeared she couldn’t see – but she could hear the footsteps retreating. He wasn’t going to get away with killing Dumbledore – no Draco Malfoy would never ever get away with that. She would rather date a porcupine than let that happen. |
Ginny sat down to write her paper on the history of Hogwarts – but for some reason her hand wouldn’t work. It wasn’t like the words wouldn’t come out they would, but these things she saw weren’t words. They were – hideous excuses for words with the worst spelling and grammer she’d ever seen in her ENTIRE life. She felt pathetic….pfft. Like Grinblewald was a word – she grumbled. Stretching out, she noticed the other word she’d messed up. Her own name, her name was Ginevra Weasley but somehow she’d written Ginerva – who was Ginerva… she never knew anyone named Ginerva Black. Whatever. |
Ginny sat leaning her head against the wall; she was lonely almost the moment that she thought of that gnawing depression the tears began to fall. She was stuck at home, one brother missing an ear the other living his life and making jokes about hearing and ears. And she was here, sitting in her bed. Waiting, wanting nothing more to hear Potter Watch kick on and to have someone anyone say that Harry was alright. The utter not-knowing felt like it was killing her. Instead of hearing Harry’s safe she heard some cheesy music playing – she needed Harry safe. |
Ginny wasn’t all that happy today she wasn’t feeling as though her world as all cheerful, happy, or peaches & cream as she would have wanted it to be. Today, life was more like a constant nagging pain in the side of her neck that wouldn’t go away. Today life – was living in pain, living alone, living without what she needed most. Living without love – and that was slowly killing her slowly ridding her of all things she loved and needed in her life. It was hard when life was a slap across the face and not a peaceful breeze. |
Ginny coughed as Hermione dropped a large dusty book in front of her. Ugh what was it? She thought poking the binding that was slowly coming unhinged and falling apart. “This old thing was my dad’s Dictionary.” Hermione smiled answering the unasked question. Tapping the binding with her wand she fixed it. “And what are you using it for, a little light reading?” Ginny sarcastically asked smirking at her own wit. “No, I’m teaching you and your brothers how to not fail all your parchments.” Hermione quickly retorted – boy was she good at this Ginny chuckled, smiling at her friend. |
Chocolate was heaven it was everything right in the world. Or at least, that was what Ginny thought after every single break up she’d faced, after every bad date, and after every time Harry failed to notice her. This year, Chocolate was heaven because he was there for her – because he bought it for her, because her world was a dream. She smiled, curling her body against his as he placed a box made of chocolate in her hand she had to eat to the middle. When she did, there was an engagement ring – Ginny Potter? She thought smiling. “Yes.” |
“It was all an act right?” He yelled to her as she walked off. “No, I just – I’ve always loved him.” Ginny spoke coldly, she didn’t want to deal with this right now it was pathetic they weren’t even dating anymore. They’d split months ago MONTHS. She huffed, rolling her eyes at him she didn’t want to deal with Dean any more he was acting childish and jealous. “Fine, you know what I’m sorry I ever got in the way of you two” he snapped. “Oh please stop Dean – I didn’t know about it alright?” She complained trying to care. |
Headmaster Snape wasn’t something that rolled off her tongue. Headmaster killer would have been easier for her to say, she rolled her eyes at the opening feast as Snape was speaking – his tone cold, calculated, and pathetic. She felt sorry for all the students put into Gryffindor – it meant they were going to be picked at. The headkiller hated Gryffindors – headkiller, she laughed liking the mocking name. Turning to Neville, she smiled “Headkiller” she whispered, he nodded laughing with his eyes. She had started the opposition already and it wasn’t even day one. Good for me, she thought smirking slightly. |
Ginny felt like screaming, whining, and crying at the same time. And that, was because she wasn’t feeling all too wonderful. Her left eye was itching, her nose was running, there was a constant nagging tickle in her ear – and not to mention she was coughing up ooze-like mucus. And all of that on top of a break-up; oh and let us not forget her wonderful monthly visit from Aunt Irma that was still resisting to leave her the damn well alone. She was cranky, upset, had a cold, a fever – and everything right after Dean broke up with her. |
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