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-Cat
Dear Ms. Ginerva Weasley,
I am quite thrilled to inform you that you were chosen to be moved ahead a year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Due to your extraordinary schoolwork, particpation in extracurriculars and various professor recommendations we have decided that this would be the best for you. I believe, as a sixth year, you will be rightfully challenged. As you will be skipping your fifth year you will not have to worry about your OWLs as we have taken into account your grades of the last four years for them.
As a sixth year, you will need to study for your NEWTs along with doing your schoolwork and assignments. It can be a very challenging and stressful time, and a tutor will be provided to you should your request one.
I am also aware of extenuating circumstances regarding purchasing your books; therefore, we will provide your books that you made need this year.
Best of Luck,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts
Ginny stared at the letter in her hands, flabbergasted. She had been moved forward a year? Ginny Weasley who was never noticed for anything except being Ron Weasley's sister and Harry Potter's lovestruck shadow? Even Hermione had never been moved up a year, and she was the smartest witch of the whole of Hogwarts! Granted, Ginny was at the very tip-top of her year, took on loads of extra credit, and was on the quidditch team and in Flitwick's chior. Yes, that was it! Ginny thought, the letter did say they took all that into account. Hermione, well, she was too busy with Ron's and Harry's ridiculous schemes to do much else but the schoolwork assigned, and she loathed quidditch. Yes, that made more sense. Ginny smiled to herself, Hermione was going to be soooo jealous! Speaking of that witch, where is she?
As if she could hear Ginny's thoughts through the cracks in the walls, a pounding came to her door, followed by the shrill shriek of her bushy-haired friend, "Come on, Gin! We have to get to Diagon Alley to get our supplies!"
Smirking, Ginny sauntered over to her door, pulling it open, and thrusting the letter under Hermione's nose all in one swift motion. She watched amused as Hermione's brows furrowed, like they always did when she read anything, and almost laughed out loud when her eyes grew to the size of saucers.
"Gin-Ginny!" Hermione screamed, "Oh my Gods! I'm so proud of you!" Much to Ginny's surprize, Hermione pulled her into a tight hug before dragging Ginny down the stairs yelling for Mrs. Weasley. When they spotted the pleasantly plump red-headed woman she smiled at them and took the parchment that Hermione had handed over. She read it briskly tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
"Ginny," Mrs. Weasley choked out, looking adoringly at her only daughter and youngest child. "My baby girl, I can't believe this." She pulled Ginny into a bone crushing, break stealing hug, crying softly and whispering praise to Ginny.
"Can't breathe, Mo-om," Ginny panted pulling away.
"Oh, sorry, dear." Mrs. Weasley said, disentagingly her arms from Ginny, "I'm just do proud of you!"
"What are you so proud of?", questioned a voice from the front door of the Weasley household.
"Oi, Dad!" Ginny squealed, running up to give Mr. Weasley a quick hug. "Read this!"
"Read this she says!" Mr. Wealey stated jokingly, taking the parchment from her, "And what, dare I say, am I rea...?"
Mr. Weasley trailed off before looking up at his daughter and pulling her into a hug that could rival Mrs. Weasley's. " That's my girl!" He whispered into her hair. "I always knew you were bright, love."
Ginny practically glowed at her father's words. They were finally proud of her. Not Harry for his recent luck, not her brother for not getting himself suspended, and not Hermione for keeping both of them alive. But, her, Ginny Weasley.