Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is probably not mine. Anything you
don't, probably is.
A/N: I'll be quick. I'm not new at writing fanfic in general, but I am new at writing in the HP fandom. Don't hesitate to critique, please. And no, I'm not using "I'm new' as a translation for "my fic sukz but pleeez, pleez leave me lotz of reviewz becuz your all so kewl." And yes, all grammar and spelling mistakes were intended. And yes, I will shut up now. Apologies for this first little part being so short.
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He's but Fortune's knave, a minister of her will. -Shakespeare
Prologue
It was strange, Ginny Weasley decided, to see her own reflection staring back at her without a mirror. No wonder Fred and George were absolute lunatics.
She turned to the wizard beside her.
"It's very good, Professor," she said.
And it was. That..thing (Ginny wasn't quite sure what to call it) was a perfect likeness of herself, right down to the last freckle and sweep of eyelash. Her deep russet curls had been reproduced so easily that Ginny felt foolish for ever fancying the strands unique.
Albus Dumbledore pulled a smile from his vast collection- this one was brimming with warmth and understanding- and beamed it at Ginny.
"Don't worry, my dear," he said. "It is nearly faultless, yes. It will fool everyone it is meant to fool."
She opened her mouth to reply, but he shook his head.
"Don't worry," he repeated. "It will not fool everyone."
A/N: I'll be quick. I'm not new at writing fanfic in general, but I am new at writing in the HP fandom. Don't hesitate to critique, please. And no, I'm not using "I'm new' as a translation for "my fic sukz but pleeez, pleez leave me lotz of reviewz becuz your all so kewl." And yes, all grammar and spelling mistakes were intended. And yes, I will shut up now. Apologies for this first little part being so short.
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He's but Fortune's knave, a minister of her will. -Shakespeare
Prologue
It was strange, Ginny Weasley decided, to see her own reflection staring back at her without a mirror. No wonder Fred and George were absolute lunatics.
She turned to the wizard beside her.
"It's very good, Professor," she said.
And it was. That..thing (Ginny wasn't quite sure what to call it) was a perfect likeness of herself, right down to the last freckle and sweep of eyelash. Her deep russet curls had been reproduced so easily that Ginny felt foolish for ever fancying the strands unique.
Albus Dumbledore pulled a smile from his vast collection- this one was brimming with warmth and understanding- and beamed it at Ginny.
"Don't worry, my dear," he said. "It is nearly faultless, yes. It will fool everyone it is meant to fool."
She opened her mouth to reply, but he shook his head.
"Don't worry," he repeated. "It will not fool everyone."