Ginny Weasely sat in her hovel of a room at the Burrow gazing out the
window, trying to remember every constellation in the sky. School was fast
approaching and she hoped this year would be better than the last five.
'If one thing was for sure,' she thought to herself with a tightening in her chest, 'there would be no more problems with Voldemort.'
Her mind raced through the events of the last year, remembering how Harry and the rest of the Dream Team had vanquished the evil snake. Her family had offered Harry Percy's old room in the house which he took appreciatively. Ginny grunted at the thought of how Ron kept telling her not to grovel at his feet, he had already had enough of a shock and needed to stay there and rest. Ginny had glared at him and almost cursed all the hair off his body; instead she looked at her brother with icy determination and spit out,
"How many times do I have to tell you that I do not like Harry anymore!"
After this incident, Ron left her alone about it and finally accepted her answer. Ginny didn't only leave Harry alone, but the rest of the world as well. She locked herself in her sanctuary for the whole of the summer, only coming out to go to work and eat, and of course shower. Ron told her she was becoming too much like Percy, which she ignored. She didn't mind being compared to Percy. He was a hard worker and because of his determination, he had risen through the Ministry of Magic rapidly. There were many differences between the two, the most prominent was Percy's strict adherence to the rules, which Ginny could care less for. Rules were more like a list of things people followed if they couldn't find a way around them without being caught.
No she wasn't as obsessive as Percy, Ginny just loved magic. She ate it up. She had remarkable talent for remembering information, like spells, after just learning about it once. Because of this she never needed to study, another difference between her and her brother. When she was younger, like many other wizard children, she could do magic just by having a certain urge or feeling. However, Ginny had soon learned to be able to control her impulses; thereby controlling her magic very diligently. She had once brought this up to Percy, since she was not sure if others had the same abilities. Percy had told her that it must be her imagination because no wizard could control their magic that way. This had scared little Ginny and she spent many years trying to ignore her abilities for fear that she would be scoffed at by the rest of her family.
However, after her first year at Hogwarts, she decided she would not ignore her powers any longer and was determine to use them to defend herself the best she could. She didn't need to have another Tom Riddle in her life. By this time she was so accustom to keeping her abilities hidden, that she didn't feel comfortable telling anyone. Since the terrible ordeal with the chamber, she had become much more comfortable with her "gifts". Besides, during the summers, such as this one, she was not allowed to do or practice any magic outside of the school. She hated it. She wanted to so badly, but she also didn't want to be thrown out of school. It was one rule that she strictly adhered to. So, she just stuck to reading. Every time she finished a book, she itched to try every new spell she had learned, well almost every. Some were quite atrocious and she would never think of performing them in her life, like the Unforgivable Curses.
As she turned from the twinkling night sky outside she picked up the book she had just finished and threw it on the pile that was now nearing the ceiling. She couldn't wait to get to school. It was only two days away, but there had been an anxious queasiness in her stomach for the past month.
Ginny jerked when a knock came to the door causing thoughts to jolt to a stop as she croaked, "Come in."
She already knew who it would be. Hermione was supposed to be there tonight and was staying in her room. Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were all going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get their school supplies. Although she looked up to her brother and his friends for their bravery, they all thought of her as nothing more than Ron's baby sister who would probably never get anywhere on her own. She hated it. All she ever wanted was for them to see her as a friend, as part of their little group, but three was all there seemed room for. The pretty brown haired girl smiled and gave Ginny a hug. Ginny squeezed back lightly, her mind filing with past pains of rejection. When they let go of each other, Hermione looked around the room.
"Do you think there will be enough room for the two of use and all these books?"
Ginny just shrugged and walked away, knowing it was more of a rhetorical question. Hermione sat her things down by the closet and ran back down the stairs to find her boyfriend Ron. Ginny hated seeing them together, always snogging and holding each other. They had been going out for two years now, but Ginny could never seem to get used to the sight.
Later that night, there was another knock on the door and Hermione stepped in.
"Are you ready to get some sleep yet?"
Ginny sighed and put the book she was reading down.
"Sure."
The older girl came in and started getting ready for bed, Ginny turned away from her and tried to get comfortable. When she was finished dressing in her night attire, Hermione sank into the bed next to her with a deep sigh. She turned to Ginny, and had obviously decided that since she was spending the night with the girl, she should probably try to make, at least, a little small talk. Ginny's annoyance with the girl started to rise.
"How did you find the time to read all these books? There must be at least a hundred in here."
"129. I'm working on number 30."
She smirked as she heard the girl behind her give a little snort. Hermione was infamous for her reading and was very proud of her vast knowledge, a bit too proud if you asked Ginny.
"I've just been reading up on some spells and stuff."
"Have you been studying for your classes this year? I can help you if you want." Ginny was getting ever more annoyed by the minute. She didn't want to talk, she just wanted to get through these next two days, and be off to school. Her reply was stiff and filled with a note of finality, "No, that's ok, I'll do fine myself." With that she promptly fell asleep as the other girl pouted with the rejection.
"Ginny, Herm!! Wake up dears!! You need to get going in order to beat the crowds!!" Ginny woke with a fright as she heard her mom bellow up the stairs. 'Good lord,' she thought, 'can't that woman wake them up civilly once in a while. A simple knock or waking spell would suffice.' She sighed and looked over at Hermione who was already dressed and ready.
When she saw Ginny she smiled, "Do you think my hair looks better up or down? I can't decide."
With that she turned back to the mirror and adjusted her hair into a messy bun behind her head. Ginny moaned and threw her pillow at the love stricken girl. Hermione jumped and jerked around with mock fierceness and started laughing.
"I'm sorry; I just want to look my best around him. You know how I get!!"
Ginny did know, and it sucked. She gagged at the thought and got up, took a shower and got dressed in fifteen minutes. She looked herself over in the mirror. Why did her hair have to be so vividly red? And her freckles never went away.
'Thankfully,' she thought with a prideful smirk, 'I have a great body.'
There was no sense in being modest. She knew she looked great, besides the hair and her freckles. Her eyes glowed with hazel specked brown and her figure was petite, but round in all the right places. Smiling even brighter, she walked down the stairs to the fire place. They hadn't even waited for her. Harry was the last one there and he gave her a wink before jumping into the fire and was gone. She stepped forward and bit her lip, maybe this year she could finally get a boy. She had been approached before, but her recluse behavior and past experiences with Voldmort, made guys fail to see her as approachable.
"Diagon Alley!!" She yelled over her thoughts.
'If one thing was for sure,' she thought to herself with a tightening in her chest, 'there would be no more problems with Voldemort.'
Her mind raced through the events of the last year, remembering how Harry and the rest of the Dream Team had vanquished the evil snake. Her family had offered Harry Percy's old room in the house which he took appreciatively. Ginny grunted at the thought of how Ron kept telling her not to grovel at his feet, he had already had enough of a shock and needed to stay there and rest. Ginny had glared at him and almost cursed all the hair off his body; instead she looked at her brother with icy determination and spit out,
"How many times do I have to tell you that I do not like Harry anymore!"
After this incident, Ron left her alone about it and finally accepted her answer. Ginny didn't only leave Harry alone, but the rest of the world as well. She locked herself in her sanctuary for the whole of the summer, only coming out to go to work and eat, and of course shower. Ron told her she was becoming too much like Percy, which she ignored. She didn't mind being compared to Percy. He was a hard worker and because of his determination, he had risen through the Ministry of Magic rapidly. There were many differences between the two, the most prominent was Percy's strict adherence to the rules, which Ginny could care less for. Rules were more like a list of things people followed if they couldn't find a way around them without being caught.
No she wasn't as obsessive as Percy, Ginny just loved magic. She ate it up. She had remarkable talent for remembering information, like spells, after just learning about it once. Because of this she never needed to study, another difference between her and her brother. When she was younger, like many other wizard children, she could do magic just by having a certain urge or feeling. However, Ginny had soon learned to be able to control her impulses; thereby controlling her magic very diligently. She had once brought this up to Percy, since she was not sure if others had the same abilities. Percy had told her that it must be her imagination because no wizard could control their magic that way. This had scared little Ginny and she spent many years trying to ignore her abilities for fear that she would be scoffed at by the rest of her family.
However, after her first year at Hogwarts, she decided she would not ignore her powers any longer and was determine to use them to defend herself the best she could. She didn't need to have another Tom Riddle in her life. By this time she was so accustom to keeping her abilities hidden, that she didn't feel comfortable telling anyone. Since the terrible ordeal with the chamber, she had become much more comfortable with her "gifts". Besides, during the summers, such as this one, she was not allowed to do or practice any magic outside of the school. She hated it. She wanted to so badly, but she also didn't want to be thrown out of school. It was one rule that she strictly adhered to. So, she just stuck to reading. Every time she finished a book, she itched to try every new spell she had learned, well almost every. Some were quite atrocious and she would never think of performing them in her life, like the Unforgivable Curses.
As she turned from the twinkling night sky outside she picked up the book she had just finished and threw it on the pile that was now nearing the ceiling. She couldn't wait to get to school. It was only two days away, but there had been an anxious queasiness in her stomach for the past month.
Ginny jerked when a knock came to the door causing thoughts to jolt to a stop as she croaked, "Come in."
She already knew who it would be. Hermione was supposed to be there tonight and was staying in her room. Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were all going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get their school supplies. Although she looked up to her brother and his friends for their bravery, they all thought of her as nothing more than Ron's baby sister who would probably never get anywhere on her own. She hated it. All she ever wanted was for them to see her as a friend, as part of their little group, but three was all there seemed room for. The pretty brown haired girl smiled and gave Ginny a hug. Ginny squeezed back lightly, her mind filing with past pains of rejection. When they let go of each other, Hermione looked around the room.
"Do you think there will be enough room for the two of use and all these books?"
Ginny just shrugged and walked away, knowing it was more of a rhetorical question. Hermione sat her things down by the closet and ran back down the stairs to find her boyfriend Ron. Ginny hated seeing them together, always snogging and holding each other. They had been going out for two years now, but Ginny could never seem to get used to the sight.
Later that night, there was another knock on the door and Hermione stepped in.
"Are you ready to get some sleep yet?"
Ginny sighed and put the book she was reading down.
"Sure."
The older girl came in and started getting ready for bed, Ginny turned away from her and tried to get comfortable. When she was finished dressing in her night attire, Hermione sank into the bed next to her with a deep sigh. She turned to Ginny, and had obviously decided that since she was spending the night with the girl, she should probably try to make, at least, a little small talk. Ginny's annoyance with the girl started to rise.
"How did you find the time to read all these books? There must be at least a hundred in here."
"129. I'm working on number 30."
She smirked as she heard the girl behind her give a little snort. Hermione was infamous for her reading and was very proud of her vast knowledge, a bit too proud if you asked Ginny.
"I've just been reading up on some spells and stuff."
"Have you been studying for your classes this year? I can help you if you want." Ginny was getting ever more annoyed by the minute. She didn't want to talk, she just wanted to get through these next two days, and be off to school. Her reply was stiff and filled with a note of finality, "No, that's ok, I'll do fine myself." With that she promptly fell asleep as the other girl pouted with the rejection.
"Ginny, Herm!! Wake up dears!! You need to get going in order to beat the crowds!!" Ginny woke with a fright as she heard her mom bellow up the stairs. 'Good lord,' she thought, 'can't that woman wake them up civilly once in a while. A simple knock or waking spell would suffice.' She sighed and looked over at Hermione who was already dressed and ready.
When she saw Ginny she smiled, "Do you think my hair looks better up or down? I can't decide."
With that she turned back to the mirror and adjusted her hair into a messy bun behind her head. Ginny moaned and threw her pillow at the love stricken girl. Hermione jumped and jerked around with mock fierceness and started laughing.
"I'm sorry; I just want to look my best around him. You know how I get!!"
Ginny did know, and it sucked. She gagged at the thought and got up, took a shower and got dressed in fifteen minutes. She looked herself over in the mirror. Why did her hair have to be so vividly red? And her freckles never went away.
'Thankfully,' she thought with a prideful smirk, 'I have a great body.'
There was no sense in being modest. She knew she looked great, besides the hair and her freckles. Her eyes glowed with hazel specked brown and her figure was petite, but round in all the right places. Smiling even brighter, she walked down the stairs to the fire place. They hadn't even waited for her. Harry was the last one there and he gave her a wink before jumping into the fire and was gone. She stepped forward and bit her lip, maybe this year she could finally get a boy. She had been approached before, but her recluse behavior and past experiences with Voldmort, made guys fail to see her as approachable.
"Diagon Alley!!" She yelled over her thoughts.