A Misconceived Notion
By: Andromeda's Fate
Rating: PG-13
Harry's sixth year he learns many things about life and love. Especially how a first impression can be devastatingly wrong.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. No profit was made from this story. Only my own strange delusions about Ms. Rowling's world.
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"Ah. You will at last be of some use to me"
"How my lord?"
"You have a daughter, Yes?"
"Yes my lord, but she is only sixteen, much too young to enter your service just yet."
"That is not for you to decide you pathetic waste of a man! I have great plans for this daughter of yours, great plans indeed, but come, there's other work to be done tonight."
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Sometime later, elsewhere in the world a boy with savage green eyes and messy midnight hued hair woke with a painful start.
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The next day…
Ding!
Went the sound of a doorbell at number four Privet Drive.
The door was hastiliy pulled open and a beefy looking man with a mustache stared down at his visitor. "What business have you here?"
"I'm here to pick up Harry." The unwelcomed redheaded visitor replied, nonplussed by the obvious annoyance expressed by the man. "It's incredibly urgent" a small wave of panic was detectable in her voice, but just barely.
"I told him he's not have any of you freaks come anywhere near this…" He was cut off as the fiery redhead stormed past him and through his house towards the back door.
Barely one step out the door and the girl found herself colliding with a solid object. Upon looking up to see what she ran into, she discovered she had found who she was looking for.
"Ginny?"
"Yes Harry?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to get you, but look you need to pack quickly, there's been an accident…"
