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TURNING: Chapter 1

I don't know what got them so interested in asking me about my dreams. Maybe it was the revival of the Death Eaters during the Quidditch World Cup, maybe it was just the way I was behaving in class (did I zone out more than usual?- I'm not really sure). Although I must admit the nightmares started up again soon after the World Cup incident, but I never was one to speak of my nightmares.
After his diary, I had learned to keep certain things secret, and I knew it was a habit I really should break. I only kept my mouth shut because the teenage incarnation of You-Know-Who taught me that it was best. Of course, he only did this to protect himself and to damage me. So I of course kept my mouth shut, but always thought of those horrible dreams in which I was face to face with him again, laid out on a cold damp stone floor. I shuddered at the dream... memory... of him crouched over me, that smug look on his handsome face.

Then again, I guess the young You-Know-Who hadn't been the only one to help shape my belief system on these things. I was also the youngest of 7. My 6 older brothers had all taught me early on that I would be wise to keep secrets for them. Fred and George depended upon me the most for this. It was expected that I keep my mouth shut and not go running off to tattle-tale on anyone.

After the diary happened, I had the nightmares often. It was then expected that my mind would be haunted each time I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift into a dream world. Snape had been surprising helpful in helping me face this, as he would confide in me that he'd also dealt with him and the nightmares associated with the dark wizard. But after the passing of time, I didn't want to open up to Snape, or Dumbledore for that matter. I thought it was more mature to bottle these things up. But of course, Albus Dumbledore seemed to know all that went on in his school, and easily could tell if something was off with a student, thus him sending me a letter hinting that he knew the nightmares were back.

Of course I would remember that moment well. Professor Snape had held me back after Potions, then escorted me up to the Headmasters Office. The password had been Acid Pop, and I had to hold in a snicker as I remembered my brother Ronald being tricked into trying to consume one.
Upon entry into the cozy office, Professor Dumbledore waved a hand towards a chair that was placed in front of his desk. I plopped myself down in one of the large plush chairs, then taken a lemon drop from a glass container that the old wizard pushed towards me. I looked around the room at the different Portraits which all proudly displayed past Head Masters. Then I smiled at Fawkes the Phoenix, one of my Chamber of Secrets saviors.

Professor's Sprout, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Moody soon entered the Head Masters office, all walking over to where Snape had placed himself. He scowled and crossed his arms over his chest, seeming to be annoyed by the intrusion of the other teachers. Then my parents showed up.
That's when I felt the confusion really rise within me. They looked upset...very upset. Dad was holding mum's hand, and she looked close to tears. I hadn't seen either of them look this way since they'd been summoned to the School in my first year.
My mother took the seat beside me, while my father opted to stand between us, still holding my mothers hand, along with placing his other hand firmly on my right shoulder.

"Albus, you realize she's all I ever wanted, my only daughter. I waited so long for her..." Mum said tearing up. The professors around the room gave her sad glances, Professor Sprout even conjuring up a handkerchief, then walking over and handing it to her. Professor Snape looked as indifferent as always (at least one thing was normal in this bloody room), I looked back to Professor Dumbledore and noticed him holding the glass container filled with lemon drops out again. My parents both quickly denied the candy, but I politely took another one, hoping more of the candy would help with my nerves.

"Um...what's going on?" I asked raising an eyebrow, I then popped the candy in my mouth. My lips puckered... maybe it had been a bad idea to accept another of the candies.

"Miss Weasley... Ginny. We have reason to believe that Mr. Riddle-" I winced "-is back. There haven't been any signs per-say, but the fact the Death Eaters got together this summer, and the fact you and Mr. Potter have been having dreams of Tom-" I knew I shouldn't have said anything "-it's a very bad sign for us. It was between you and Harry, but I daresay with the Tri-Wizard Tournament we can not risk involving him."

Mum managed to clutch me closer to her, dad was close to breaking my hand... my blood probably wasn't even circulating through my hand at this point.
"There must be another way, Albus." Dad said sadly. "Surely you can send someone else."

"Believe me Arthur, Molly... I have thought of everything, it pain's me to have to even involve your daughter. Ginny and Harry are the only ones who have really ever dealt with him. The only ones who I could even rely on. Ginny is also a tad bit older now and I dare say she knows the risks..."

"Risks?" I asked. I looked to each parent. I wasn't liking this very much. Not at all. I was threw with risks, first year had taught me enough. I'd done my best to follow the rules since then, and stayed clear of anything majorly risky.

"We need Harry in the present if we want to defeat Tom." Professor Dumbledore said. I looked at him confused and saw the discomfort on all the other professors faces. "But I believe it might be wise to send you, Ginny, to the past when Mr. Riddle was young. Believe it or not, there was a time where Tom had a chance."

My eyes went wise and my jaw dropped open, allowing the lemon drop to fall out and onto my lap. He couldn't be serious. Tom Marvolo Riddle never had a chance. He was a lost cause. I couldn't imagine why Dumbledore thought I could even have any influence on the monster.

"I wish things could be different Miss Weasley, but this seems like a very good way to weaken Tom in the present. You know much about Mr. Riddle that others don't. He made sure to earn your trust once, now it's your turn to make him earn yours. Just think, you'll be about the same age this time, and you'll have the upper hand. He was a very privet youth, and made sure not to divulge anything of his background. But from the things you told me after the Chamber of Secret's incident, I am certain that you'll be able to do what others can't!"

I stared at the old wizard in front of me. I couldn't fathom how he was considered the wisest wizard alive. At this moment he sounded bloody bonkers.

"You wont be sent to the school right away, I've already made the proper arrangements."

I wasn't sure I wanted to know what these 'proper arrangements' were.

"Plans have already been made; You'll be taking my personal time turner, Miss Weasley. Contact has been made with your Grandparents, they're who you'll be staying with. Ah, your Weasley grandparents." I smiled despite myself, it would be interesting to see them in their youth; to see them alive. They must have just gotten married at that point, I realized. Then the fear crept in. Time Turners weren't something to be played with. They were dangerous, Albus Dumbledore should defiantly know this. Who knew the kind of damage I'd do? What if... no, I couldn't voice it, shouldn't think it. Surely Dumbledore wouldn't send me away from my family and friends willingly, only for me to get permanently stuck in the past, right?

"You will be looked after, and your studies will continue. If anything you'll have an advantage as you'll be ahead in some classes. Some classes then are a little behind in there teachings compared to now. You'll of course have more knowledge on some subjects as well, as things have changed, though I'd kindly ask of you not to mention anything that isn't in a text book." Dumbledore adjusted his half moon glasses, and gave me an expectant look. I nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry to say that I can not give you a choice in this matter, Ginny. This must be done. The fate of the wizarding world could very well depend on this!"

I felt my heart clench, and then I felt sick. Now I knew how Harry must feel every single day of his life. How could anyone expect a 13 year old to have such a huge weight placed onto their shoulders? I looked at my dad, then mum. They were just as pale as I was, and dad was standing stiff as a board. It looked like both my parents were holding back tears, and biting their tongues. I could imagine mum being about ready to blast the old wizard for saying that last thing to me.

Then I asked the question I'd been scared to ask, the one that everyone in the room was most likely wondering. "When will I get to come back?"

The room stayed silent for a long while after the words escaped my mouth. I didn't like that at all. I expectantly watched the Head Masters face, then saw a hesidant look overcome it, before finally an answer came. "I'll keep in touch as best as I can. In three days you are to come to my office. There will be a school trunk with all the supplies you'll need, some old currency for spending. You're going to need a new wand as well."

I frowned. I really didn't like the sound of this now.

"Our cover story will be that you've come down with a case of Dragon Pox, thus your parents taking you out of school. To make things more convincing, Severus has brewed a potion that you are to drink immediately, you won't really be ill Miss Weasley, but you'll start showing signs of the illness. In two days Madame Pomfrey will insist you be taken to the Infirmary, then your parents will escort you to my office on the third day. We'll be giving you the reverse potion and get you ready that morning. Then you can say your goodbyes, and we'll send you off."

I nodded. Maybe I'd fallen into another dimension where I was the equivalence of Harry Potter. Harry... I'd be missing him in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I'd been so excited about it... of course my luck would be against me.

"I understand professor." I sighed.

Then Snape pulled a tiny vial out of one of his many pockets, and carefully took the glass stopper from the top. He walked over to me then waited for my parents to let me go as he moved the vial around letting the potion stir.
It was a bright smokey looking purple, and I could just tell that it would taste nasty.

"I advise you hold your nose as you drink this, girl." Snape said handing me the vial. "Make sure to drink it slowly."

I listened knowing I'd be a fool not too... I might not have liked Snape but he did hold the title of Potion's Master, he surely knew best.

It was difficult to consume the vile potion slowly. I gagged, even though I'd held my nose tightly. This certainly wasn't a walk in the park, and I could only hope that this nasty potion wasn't the starting indicator of how horrible this 'mission' (or should I say 'suicide mission') would be.

I've been working on this story, and another project for the last 3 months. I'm proud to say that I've gotten over 10,000 words written on this Gin n Tonic, which translates into 7 or 8 chapters. The story is still in progress, no where near completion, but I figured that at the point I'm at, I could get this up here and see if it's well received or not. I would love to hear what anyone has to say about this fan fiction. Thank you! (:
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