The Second Sorting
Takes place in Ginnys 6th year- the teachers decide the students should take a second sorting test to make sure they are in the right house- since they have changed over the years. Who knew so many could change? GW/DM. Slightly AU.
This fic has the trio Horcrux hunting, but it acts as though Draco spent the last year being his normal jerky self and not the one who led to Dumbledores death. Basically, his role in it was never revealed, he was never seen and Snape takes the entire blame. I changed her appearance- I know- que horrifique!- a bit to help with the first part- don't worry, eventually her true colors shine through!
Ginny Weasley fumed as she started to pack her trunks for the trip to Hogwarts. Each article of clothing was rudely thrown inside her trunk as she muttered.
"You're too young Ginny!" "You'll get hurt Ginny!" "Ginny you're such a hapless idiot that cannot protect herself you would be a hindrance to us!" " UGHHHHHH" she screamed as she slammed the lid on her trunk.
She sat down on her bed, hiding her face with her curtain of hair. She had waited so long for Harry to notice her- and he finally did! And then this...he couldn't be with her because if she was "important" to him she would be a target. She seethed, clenching her fists in rage- "that LIAR" she whispered. Ron and Hermione were his best friends, everyone knew about the Trio! He wasn't worried that THEY were in danger. Tears swam in her eyes and she tried to blink them away- it wasn't that she would be in danger- but they didn't trust her enough to not put them in danger.
She wasn't incompetent! She was in the top five of the best students in her year, she wasn't even that much younger than them! She was sick of always being "too young", or "the only girl", or always classified as a "Weasley". She loved her family- she did, with her whole heart, but that didn't mean it wasn't sickening to always be pre-judged.
Grabbing some more clothes, she began to fold them more delicately- an apology of sorts. She smiled as she packed her dress robes- a beautiful deep blue that shimmered like the sky- a Christmas gift from Fred and George and one of the loveliest things she owned. That was the one upside to be the youngest- her parents only had to worry about paying for things for her and Ron- and her older brothers all had jobs to spoil her, so recently, the hand-me-downs had stopped and Ginny had gotten herself a complete, new wardrobe over the summer.
She thought back to the Yule Ball- what a miserable night for her! Suddenly, with a pang of regret she wondered if Harry, Ron and Hermione were OK, she would feel horrible if she had been thinking badly of them and something happened! The Trio had left to go hunt for those "horcrows" things. It had something to do with Voldemort. She shivered slightly- the war was approaching and everyday the paper held more bad news- it was imminent.
Her head snapped up suddenly- what an amazing idea! She did a dance around her room in glee- she could continue the D.A! Just because the Trio was gone didn't mean it should die! She could help people practice self-defense- she was a very good witch at DADA- and then she could PROVE to the Trio that she was capable of coming along with them!
Ginny Weasley was- a Weasley, A Griffyndor, and a fighter- she wouldn't take no!
She blinked blearily as she said goodbye to her parents on the train platform- she had been up all night with last minute packing and planning out lesson plans. She would make the DADA real this time- she would form it as an actual club and such.
Stumbling on to the platform, she searched for any familiar faces she could find- frowning she realized it was a lot less students than normal- "Voldemort!" she realized. Sighing, she pushed her way into another compartment and found herself in an empty compartment with none but Pansy Parkinson- Ginny was ready to snap at her if she so much as said a word- but the girl glanced at her indifferently, before going back to staring out the window.
With a jolt, Ginny stumbled- realizing how fast the train was moving, and decided to just catch a nap. She put her bags away and settled on a seat across the aisle from Pansy.
"This is akward" she thought. But, Pansy seemed completely lost in thought, staring out the window. Ginny snuck a sideways glance at the girl. She seemed...prettier...than normal. Her hair had grown out a little, gently brushing her shoulders, and it was dark brown instead of black- apparently she had been dying it the whole time. She also seemed a lot skinnier than normal, giving her body an actual figure. She also didn't have the pancake of make-up on her, and though her skin wasn't perfect, it was a lot better than the five-pound face cake had looked.
"I wonder what made her change so much- she hasn't even said a single word to me!" Ginny thought in wonder. Turning away slightly, so the girl wouldn't realize that she had been staring Ginny caught a glimpse of her reflection- wryly she realized, she too looked different. She had always kept her hair long- it was how her brothers liked it, but she had been sick with the amount of upkeep, and cut it chin-short, framing her delicate face with the gentle curling waves- apparently since it was shorter the "wave" of her hair turned to "Shirley Temple curl". but it was no longer that flaming red, so sick was she of people spotting her a mile off she had dyed it a soft, cherry brown. She realized she looked pale- and she could barely see her freckles. Her green eyes looked the same thankfully. Suddenly, she realized why Pansy hadn't said a word to her- she didn't LOOK like Ginny Weasley! She had been so upset all summer, she had barely looked in a mirror all vacation!
She sat back and a slow grin crossed her face- people wouldn't know it was her! It would be like..starting over..she lost her smile when she realized everyone was changing because of this war. This stupid, stupid war. The train pulled up and Ginny realized she had spent the entire train ride sitting in silence in a car with Pansy Parkinson. Grabbing her stuff, she jetted out the door and made her way into a carriage. She slumped down her seat, wondering how many people she would find different this year- in fact, how many people would even be here?
She walked into the Great Hall and was happy to see about the same amount of people as normal. She realized why she felt so lonely- it wasn't that there was that much LESS people, but there wasn't much people she TALKED to! She smiled a little as she looked for a familiar face, but she realized no one recognized her- no Weasley hair, no Weasley freckles and no Weasley hand-me-down clothes!
She trotted to the table when Professor -no, Headmistress McGonagall stood up. " I have an announcement to make before you all sit!" the first years fidgeted nervously. McGonagall glanced at the other teachers before continuing. "We have noticed a change in many students" she began. "We feel that it would be..appropriate to have a Second Sorting- where everyone is once again tested to see which house they belong to. People change over the years and just because you fit into one house your first year- does not mean that you will by your fifth. We know this must be a shock- she continued over the murmurs of the Hall- but we think it is for the best."
So saying, she picked up a list and the stool and hat appeared in the middle of the hall.
"We will be starting with the first years, then continue, the food shall start now, so you can eat while everyone else is sorted. We ask that you remain quiet however. Also, in light of the fact some of you may have new houses, tomorrow will be a free day allowing you time to adjust. Addler, Todd" she began.
Most people stayed in the same houses, Ginny noted. It sounded like a good idea- this "Second Sorting". "I wonder if I will remain in Griffyndor".
6th years were up- "Weasley, Ginerva" McGonagall called. Ginny winced at her full name and she strode up to the stool. She didn't notice the gasps of shocks as people took in her new appearance- She slipped the hat on her head and waited.
"My my" said a little voice. "We have some dark thoughts and desires don't we? You're undoubtedly brave..but it is a quiet bravery. And you're as clever as I've seen...Ravenclaw perhaps? No no...you're not too interested in wit. But you have a devious mind..." the hat continued to mumble in her ear. Ginny gripped the edges of her stool. " I am a Gryffindor!" she snarled. " No no dearie, can't be. Much to much else going on...I think you'll be a- Ginnys heart plummeted-
" SLYTHERIN " the hat shouted. She ripped the hat off her head, eyes wide in shock as she stared back at the crowd.
Ginny Weasley was in Slytherin.
"Oh my god, did you see her? She looks completely different!" "Can you imagine a Weasley in Slytherin?" whispers surrounded her as she walked like a dead man to the green and silver of the Slytherin table.
Hostile, indifferent, and scathing looks faced her. Her chin started to lower before she caught herself. She wasn't some first-year! She couldn't believe it, she glanced back at the Griffyndor table to only see a face or two that was familiar, though all of them were in shock. Ginny seethed. It wasn't because "Ginny" was in Slytherin, it was because a "Weasley" was in Slytherin. No one really knew her for her. She stiffened her back and marched to the end of the table where she took a seat, glaring at her new house-mates.
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