I was preparing for my second year of Hogwarts. I was hoping for a fresh start because my first was downright dreadful. I wasn't talking doing poorly on tests and having no friends dreadful, even though I didn't really have any friends. I was talking about finding a cursed diary, becoming friends with the spirit inside before he got me to do his bidding, which included releasing a deadly monster on all of the Muggle-borns that I knew. Fortunately, I only knew three and no one died, but all three students, as well as my brother's girlfriend (plus a cat and a ghost) ended up petrified. On top of that, the spirit's final act was to attempt to use my body as a way of returning to the world of the living. I only made it out alive because Harry Potter, my youngest brother's best friend had killed the beast and also destroyed the diary.

The final days of school were hell. Everyone thought I was either a stupid little girl that let herself get manipulated or an evil girl who only survived expulsion because she made up some story about being unable to remember anything. I had to take my exams in private because it got so bad.

Part of me wanted to just repeat my first year. I knew I couldn't go back, so maybe I could meet people who didn't know what I did. I could even be in a new house, despite the fact that my whole family had been in Gryffindor. I didn't feel like I embodied the traits of Godric anymore.

But I couldn't do that. I didn't know what how to talk to my family about it, especially Ron and Percy, even though the latter's girlfriend had only been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Coincidentally, she was also a muggle-born, but I didn't know that at the time.

The summer had been okay. My dad had won a trip to Egypt. He thought that the trip would be good for all of us and it was. It helped distract me from the turmoil. We had just gotten back and we were going to be staying at the Leaky Cauldron for two days before we left for Hogwarts. I headed to my room. I was under the impression that I would be getting my own room because I was the only girl of all my siblings. Needless to say, I was surprised when someone was already there and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw who it was.

"P…Penelope." I stammered. This was our first time speaking. I was terrified. I hadn't talked to anyone about it.

"Hi, Ginny." She greeted me. She seemed to notice my confused expression. "Did your family not tell you that we would be staying together."

"N…no." I replied. She then seemed to read my again.

"Ginny, you can stop being nervous." She told me. "I don't blame you for what happened. You had no idea what you were doing, and it is partially my fault as well. I could have left Hermione, but I chose to stay with her, fully knowing the consequences. Even though, I feel that I shouldn't have to, I forgive you."

I still didn't know if I could forgive myself. I wanted things to be different this year, but I had no idea if I would be able to move on.

"You know I have been thinking of something." She said. "This will be completely up to you, but I was wondering if you would be interested in transferring to Ravenclaw."

"What?" I questioned. "Can I do that?"

"Well it's extremely uncommon but it is possible." Penelope explained. "However, the transfer must be approved by the heads of both houses, as well as sorting hat. If it thinks you are worthy of a transfer, it can be done."

I didn't know what to say. My whole family had been in Gryffindor. I had done well on my exams and as strange as it seemed, I probably was ahead due to the fact that Tom had helped me with my homework and even taught me some spells that were above my grade level. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure if I would be any less of a pariah in Ravenclaw than I would be in Gryffindor.

"You don't have to give me an answer now. Just think about it. I'd love to help mentor you, but I'll respect your decision if you say no." She stated.

I knew this was a decision that I should probably talk to my family about. I knew if I wanted to leave and they wanted me to stay, I shouldn't stay just for them, but I also didn't want them to hate me for it. So, I decided to bring it up at dinner.

Dad was in the middle of one of his spiels about work when I decided to speak up. He could probably tell the story another time.

"Dad, I have something that I need to say." I stated. They all looked surprised because I never spoke up at the dinner table. I never really spoke up at all. I felt nervous again as they all looked at me. I knew that I just had to say it. "Penelope brought something up while we were in our room. She asked me if I wanted to transfer…to Ravenclaw."

"Ravenclaw?" Ron repeated in shock. It was then that Penelope stood up.

"I don't want to step on any of your family traditions, and I know that I'm not even part of this family, but I think having some guidance could help her and I could be the one to give it to her." The blonde explained. "I'm sorry. I should have brought this up with you first."

"Can someone even change houses like that?" Ron asked.

"It is possible." Dad said. "It usually requires special circumstances, which could be argued in this case. Of course, the sorting hat has the final say."

"There's something that I never told anyone." I admitted. "Part of the reason why I was so anxious was that when I was being sorted, the hat told me that I wasn't a sure Gryffindor like the rest of my family, but I'm pretty sure that I was put there because of my family. I kind of felt like I didn't belong."

"Honey, we're sorry that you felt you had to be in Gryffindor to please us." Mum replied. "If this is what you want, none of us are going to stop you."

She then looked at Ron, who still did not look happy.

"None of us are going to stop you." She repeated.

After dinner was over, I was went to get some more tea before I ran into something. I really hoped that it wasn't someone from school because I didn't want it to go around that I was cack-handed in addition to what they were already saying about me.

It was someone from school. Additionally, it wasn't just anyone from school, but Harry Potter. Harry Potter, the boy who survived Lord Voldemort's attack and who had saved me from his past self. My family didn't know that I refused to use any euphemisms for him.

"H…Harry." I stuttered. I always seemed to act like an idiot around him,

"Hi, Ginny, how are you?" He asked.

"Well." I replied. It was the only word that I could think of at the moment.

"How was Egypt?" He asked. However, before I could answer, the paper changed to an article on Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban "That's him. I can't believe that he escaped from Azkaban. People have told me that he's the reason that Voldemort found out about my parents."

"Was that ever proven?" I questioned.

"What do you mean?" He replied.

"I mean did they have proof that he did it, or just the testimony of others?" I asked. I was surprised as anyone that I was having a conversation with him.

"I don't know. I haven't looked into it." He admitted. "But I don't think that they would have put him in Azkaban if they didn't have reasonable doubt."

I wondered if maybe I should look into it. It was give me something to do, especially if I wasn't able to connect with people in my new house.

"Ginny, I need you to come with me." Penelope interrupted before noticing him. "Oh hi, Harry."

"Hello, Penelope." He greeted her.

"Where are we going?" I questioned.

"Your mom said that I could take you to get new robes." The sixteen-year-old replied before she dragged me off. "See you at school, Harry."

For starters, Ginny is moving to Ravenclaw. I don't know whether or not this could actually happen, but I don't care. Also Penelope is played Ashley Benson (she does a decent British accent.) Please don't forget to review.