Okay. So, thus far I have spent about two years on this story and honestly, at this point in time I am a much better writer than when I started it, with different views about life and love, so I am deciding to re-write the parts I'm unsatisfied with. Here is the new and improved- First chapter!!

Disclaimer; I don't own Harry Potter, I just love it and wanted to write a story with my favorite characters in it.

So here we are, the first chapter of Magical Works, in C Minor. Enjoy.

Ginny rarely felt so nervous. She tugged at her robes, and felt the back of her neck become sticky with sweat. She looked up at the woman, who seemed to tower over her, and watched as her intense blue eyes worked their way up and down Ginny's hand-me-down robes.

"So." she said, her voice cold and austere, "You wish to sing?" Ginny nodded, determined to keep her eyes fixed on the woman's.

" You understand that I am quite a prestigious teacher, and that my students must have considerable ability in order to take me on as a teacher? And that I charge seven galleons per hour?"

Ginny nodded once again. " Yes, Madame Mandamole."

The woman raised her chin an inch. She was an elderly witch, with hair that at one point must have been raven black but now held streaks of gray, pulled back so tightly as to be reminiscent of Professor McGonagall's bun. Her robes fit her snugly, and she stared down at Ginny.

"Then lets see what you've got."

At just the thought of singing, Ginny's throat seized up as if in rebellion. It was unlike her to feel this nervous. It was only a singing audition. Get it together, it's only in your head... you can do this. She swallowed, determination coursing strongly through her. I know I'm good.

The first note trembled precariously, but after that, the notes flowed from her mouth like liquid butter... she did not hear the notes, but could almost see them as they left her mouth, impeccably intune and ripe with emotion. She felt the world around her vibrate and start to glow with the sounds issuing from her mouth. They seemed to have a power of their own...

" Enough," she could hear Madame Mandamole say; the room was blanketed with the residing last note of her song.

" Ms. Genevra Weasley."

Ginny felt her heart hammer inside her chest. It doesn't matter what she says, I know that I am incredible at singing... Even if she says I sing like a kneazle in heat, I'll just find lessons with someone else, she thought, attempting to calm her aching nerves.

" Ms. Genevra Weasley, I believe that you have amazing and rare musical talent." A blossoming smile grew on Ginny's face.. " Now, you need some instruction- that much is obvious, but I'm sure with lessons, you will be able to go far with your musical talent."

Madame Mandamole stared at her silently with a pensive expression on her face. "Ms. Weasley, have you ever had the fortune to come across a Veela?"

"Yes, I saw them at the World Quiddich Cup last year. They are fantastic creatures. Why do you ask?"

" Well, I don't know how, Genevra, but I sense that magic within your voice, as well."

Ginny felt shock hit her like an icy wave. "Me? Posess Veela magic? How could that be?"

" I couldn't tell you. It could be a number of things. Perhaps you are distantly related to Veela, or you have been in contact with one without knowing it before, or any different number of things, but I sense that magic in your song, Ms. Weasley. Besides," she went on, " It is not only Veela that have discovered the magic of music. Music is, indeed a very magical thing."

" Yes..." Ginny agreed. There was silence for a moment. " You know I am the first girl that has been born in my family for the last few generations…"

" Well, then that makes perfect sense, Ms. Weasley."

" How so?" Ginny asked, puzzled.

" Well, you certainly will never find out if you don't start practicing your singing skills." She said, changing the subject abruptly. She handed Ginny a thin book of music. " Start with the first four, and we'll see what you can do when you come back," she said with a smile.

" But how will I…?"

" My apologies, but our time is up. A good part of music is improvising and figuring things out for yourself. I will collect my payments at each new moon, please let your parents know that." she said, hustling Ginny towards the fireplace. Ginny let out a frazzled breath. "Wait-"

"I'm sorry, but I have to go and visit one of my old friends now. I shall hope to see you in one week's time, Genevra Weasley." She said, bringing a pot of floo powder along with Ginny to the fireplace.

" Madame!" Ginny volunteered a jeer of protest as she was gently forced into the fireplace. A second later, green flames licked at her robes. But she nonetheless could hide her immense happiness. Lousy singer my fiddlesticks. I'll show George and Fred and all of them just how good I can be! "The Burrow!" She shouted, and the fireplace was left empty a second later.

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