Turn it Upside Down

[[Yes the Title will become apparent in time. I'm thinking in the Third or fourth chapter, as soon as Luna, Ginny, or Deirdre come up with the idea of Draco and Harry as a couple. Anyway, you'll see, I promise.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine, but if her were I'd want him gift-wrapped and as part of a package set complete with a shirtless Draco.

A/N: Ginny Weasley is sort of the main character of this story. But not really (I may change perspectives a lot later- putting in more HandD). While she is certainly a girl of some importance, for reasons which shall be delved deeper into at a later date in time, she is not the focal point of the thing you are about the read! However if you don't like her as a character, you may want to ditch this story now, cause I personally think she has the potential to rock! (she's not canon—I took her younger self and aged her the way I wanted taking a LOT of liberties. Watch out cause the first few chapters will be entirely Ginny until she gets her little business rolling)

A list of the seven unidentified people I'm about to introduce:

Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Deirdre Boleyn (a gryffindor classmate of Ginny's who i needed for the story), and four slytherins: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and two slytherins in Ginny's year, Macha Emain and Thomas Nott (younger brother of Theodore). [They are the crucial seven who needed to come together, although not all of them will have a huge impact on the other. For example, Thomas Nott and Deirdre Boleyn may have almost nothing to do with Harry Potter, but mean a lot to Ginny and Macha.

Prologue: The Seven and the Formal Introduction of Ginevra Weasley

One single night, and the lines of fate can come together, just for a second. All it takes is a few minutes, one realization echoed among different people, fated to fall together later, when destiny calls them back to one another.

The Chosen One, drunk for the first time, lost among muggle strangers and guided by a red-haired goddess rambles as he relives in detail a torturous massacre, on the edges of civilization where only he can hear their screams. It was just a few, five or six families, but the destruction of bodies and minds is absolute, whether quick or slow. He feels the anger and the storm in the sky reacts, blossoming and raging over all of London. In an alleyway lightning strikes his body fifteen times, to no effect, both drawn to and made harmless by his magic. It's fed by the agony and love he feels for those tortured, a love of life he holds closest during the waking visions in vain attempt to balance out the evil of the Dark Lord. He may not remember the details the next day, or remember speaking a word, but the realization has had an impact, unlocked a door in his mind, the door to his magic breached by emotion and a loosened mind.

The Second, a girl on whom nothing hung, not the world, and not any person's life, who finds herself unable to tune out the boy she supports. Images supplied by her mind flash endlessly in time to his words as she pulls him into an alley. For the first time her own magic lashes out, naïve pain and a sense of losing her innocent blind eye, without a way to turn away from the violence of the outside world, sparked by the power released from her friend. It reacts in kind and shoves her off of him as the lightning rages and thunder roars in her ears. Her purpose in life has always been the same, and now it has expanded. Not only will she find love, but she will gather those closest to her and in one stroke strengthen her chances to survive and support this boy, save the world. Ideas swirl in her mind, plans to be put into actions… she has advantages, her help is inevitable and invaluable. She is bold.

For the Third, growing power and one lengthy glimpse of his ugly future launch him into maturity, leading to an entire secret summer of self-examination and severe doubts which blossom into a new determination. In this new persona, he knows not who he is, but discovery lends fun to the new dangers lurking in his wary mind. Never again will he hold a girl down as, house by house, hut by hut, one, two, three, then a fourth, the final killing curse embeds itself into her jugular. Never again will he have to watch until that final curse is more of a blessing.

A group of three, escaping a useless function, stumble across a pile of used and abused bodies, left in an empty yard before a simple hut, deep in the woods. One wizard was careless, and a young boy was left bleeding out, no finishing blow cast after the torture and the stomach wounds. The Fourth burns the bodies of his family, giving them proper burials. The Fifth and Sixth entertain him as he fades after he cries out his story to them. It is short, but they know what visited these people. The girl dances for him as a boy holds the hands of the dying child. The Fourth, uniquely connected to death by a curse that haunts his mother and her lovers, prays with the young boy before he passes. The boy's eyes close and the three pairs of cunning eyes meet, their loyalties swung out of neutral. What will it take to make us act, if not intimate contact with a potential wizard, a boy whose magic was barely strong enough to be felt by all three as it flickered and died, no longer able to keep his heart beating.

There were others, but the last of the seven crucial changes was in a young woman, distantly related to a British muggle queen. She sits at the bedside of an elderly aunt, a strong woman even diseased and close to passing on. For a week she has grown more and more fascinated with the discussions they have, ranging from current events to sociology, charms, transfiguration techniques and personal tales. On the final night they discuss politics, and between them they compare the current events in her world to what has occurred in history, muggle and wizard alike. The girl feels the sting of naivety, the lack of understanding, even in the presence of knowledge. She gains enough understanding by the end to have a real opinion, the kind which won't yield, even when she attends parties full of pureblooded adults who keep their masks and robes in their upstairs closets. In the afterglow of this realization she voices her intent to a relative whose eyes are closing. One last smile, and then her great-aunt is gone, as though she slipped away only for the evening. But the Seventh's determination lingers, curiosity aroused and her ire sparked. She is not satisfied with the state of the world, and sometimes that is all it takes.

There were others close to them. There was a brilliant, starry-eyed girl whose hair hung in blond sheets. But she follows her own path through life, at once blind but absolutely certain of her course of action, her fate almost completely disconnected from the tangles of the present. Luna's certainty was always there, it does not hang on one instant, needs no change of heart or mind. There was a pair, two friends whose lives have intertwined so thoroughly with the Chosen One that he is lost without them. It is largely thanks to the efforts of his two friends that he was able to reach this point in his destiny. And there were mentors, friends, strangers, all waiting to be connected or untangled from the strings binding the seven together. But at the center of Fate's tangled web, circling and shrinking round the Dark Lord, caging him inside their Hexagon, over which Harry Potter resides, is the crucial six, the seventh's role already made clear.

But this story begins some time after that one instant in time when each of their minds were in exact agreement, and miles and miles apart. It does focus on the Second, because she is responsible for connecting the Hexagon into which Fate hopes to tempt the Dark Lord. It is only through the combined will and efforts of these seven people that everything in the world may conspire to create the extremely improbable likelihood that Voldemort can and will be defeated by Harry Potter.

For now, our focal point is this girl, Ginny Weasley. We will stick with her, as through her life we experience not only Harry Potter's, but the life of his lover, and four people he really doesn't know at all.

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Ginny Weasley is a girl has trained herself to watch someone. Thanks to years of drowning in angst-ridden feelings over the Boy Who Lived, she is the ideal person to find if you need any knowledge on his life. When a girl has a crush, her mind turns into a massive compendium of years worth of useless knowledge about the object of their dreams and sighs. And so Ginny is the ideal person to tell any story about Harry Potter, and in the future should probably write his biography. This is particularly true because Harry Potter is, in fact, her first True Love. Her Wesley, or Farm-boy, her Romeo, her Johnny Depp, Don Juan de Marco, her Edward Scissorhands. And even when she didn't love him anymore, he is not someone who you lose fondness for. If possible, she liked him even more once she stopped wanting to marry him.

Harry is the person she automatically notices when she enters a room, the one her eyes tick towards if she allows them to stray. Or second, maybe, if we leave consideration for her current social status. Some of you out there may have realized this already- once you've experienced one of those crushes to end all crushes, there is no turning back. You notice that person each time they approach you in a hallway, or you turn into a room and think, "Ok there's that person I like/used to like, and yes I'm in the right room, this is the right class, I sit here and there are my friends who I think I'll go talk to". Poor Ginny really struggles finding a guy that can displace a fine specimen such as Harry Potter from her thoughts. Even if she isn't considering him as potential future husband material, she worries about his future, his connections to Voldemort, how hard he pushes himself, and how she can pay him back eventually for saving her life.

Ahem… On to Ginny Weasley. First, an explanation. The person I'm referring to is NOT the little Ginny most people remember.

Yes, she's a family kind of gal, knows how to handle boys while still being girly, has red hair, is special because she's the only young lady in a seven-child household, and the baby of the family at that. But really, Ginny is spectacular. She is, in a word, fierce. She burns, continuously, like a really magnificent forest fire. And like forest fires, she isn't just annoying, she screws everyone over, and her destructive capabilities are magnificent. Ginny's also beautiful if she don't scare the shit out of you, and only a small percentage of the human population can face her up close without pissing their pants.

Once Ginny grew up, she did it fast, earlier than normal (a byproduct of growing up with the Boy-Who-Lived at your school during a time when war was imminent), and displayed a vast amount of intelligence seldom applied to the right causes (in the opinions of her teachers and parents). Ginny herself felt that her particular talents were best put to use securing the kind of life she wanted for herself and the people closest to her and screw you if you weren't on her Nice list.

But really, she's not all that bad. Just a normal witch, really, with probably about twice the power, the ability to knock a guy out (without kneeing them in the groin), and the useful skill of being perpetually paranoid.

Because, although she isn't a complete angsty gothic mess over the fact that she conversed with Tom Riddle for a year (less, really), it did give her an understanding of something. Constant paranoia to a certain extent is both logical and useful. Place ultimate trust in people who give as equally as you or more, settle for no less, etc. Make or get your own drinks when out on the town with muggle university students. It's a sensible mantra in any situation, screw vigilance, go for broke and hit slightly paranoid.

She's the kind of girl who does Charms because it's fun, floats through Transfiguration and Arithmancy with an average grade, and does the minimal amount of work well in Potions. She really doesn't give a rip about anything but DADA and Ancient Runes, basically.

Now on to personal history. Ginny, being a girl and therefore not quite as quick to punch as her brothers, learned three important lessons growing up: Obviously, she learned how to brawl with them, to hit as hard as she could faster than the other person, or be at a disadvantage, because 6-year old Ron, and juvenile Fred and George never decided to throw a punch and not hit as hard as they could. She learned to manipulate each brother, how to learn what they had, what she needed, and how she could get it without giving anything up (crying, making up tales, begging Charlie to get her chocolate because Bill wouldn't and Charlie was just SO much nicer insert pouting and pleading expressions when necessary, etc). Thirdly, due to her shyer tendencies around the tender ages of nine, ten, eleven, and some of twelve, she learned that keeping note of all her brother's mistakes in her head was quite sensible, so as not to repeat any of them.

Obviously the drawback to this is that Ginny avoided making many mistakes when she was younger (large ones, like Fred and George's mistake of bragging about their first prank of Percy, consequences being her mum always knew who to blame). It took the diary incident for her to realize that learning from her own mistakes was important too.

Ginny believes in seizing the moment, moving past errors once you've committed to setting them right. In light of this, when Ginny first found herself not absentmindedly going over Harry's schedule in her mind and replanning her day around when she could pass him or greet him, she endeavored to move on. Really, Harry Potter was quite an acceptable first crush, although she certainly had embarrassed herself that one time on Valentine's Day, but it was time for her to move on. Especially since Michael Corner had penned an entire Shakespearean sonnet onto his arm to recite to her in an abandoned classroom.

And well, as Ronald would say, things simply went downhill from that point on. Her poor brother was distraught when she dated Dean and then Seamus, one after the other, ending with a slight scandal by matchmaking the two on Halloween with a little game of Truth or Dare in the Room of Requirement. They were the first couple to officially come out together in Ron, Harry, and Hermione's class. They had a very mellow relationship, and were staunch supporters of Ginny when her lifestyle got to be too much for her brother.

After those boys she moved on to the rest of the Ravenclaws, declaring herself too used to living with six male Gryffindors to really appreciate her own house. Along her way through her own class's Ravenclaws she paused for a brief dalliance with a Hufflepuff, sick of the typical Ravenclaw lack of commitment. Really, is more than a month without experimentation with someone else too much for a girl to ask for? They could have at least invited her along. Gryffindors were known for their daring, dammit, even if Ron would've wanted to feather and tar the lot (thank god he really never heard anything much about it, thanks to the desperate efforts of Hermione, Seamus, and Dean). Anyway, to be fair to Ginny, some of these were random hook-ups, and not dating. In actuality, she'd dated 5 guys (counting the Hufflepuff and excluding Colin Creevey whose three days of glory were more a mistake than anything).

And thus, after a brief attempt to go the distance with Terry Boot (which lasted a whole month and a half), she was left only with the Slytherins. If you were to poll her friends, no one really knows if that was at the root of her plans to begin a nightclub at Hogwarts. Plans that existed even before she had that Fateful experience with Harry Potter, booze, and lightning.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is where the real story begins.

Now, those forgotten rooms underneath the trapdoor in Fluffy's rooms were a set even the twins didn't know about, and Ginny was the perfect girl to exploit them (having been shown them by Neville after the Yule Ball in a valiant effort to be an interesting date). Using an elite unit comprised of Luna and several house-elves, Ginny had cleaned them all out, provided sparse bits of furniture depending on the use for the room, and opened them for business. She even put the crazy picture with the demented knight up as a guardian after discovering that he operated better when the password had a particular theme. Or something like a mild amount of acting rather than a simple password. For example, a simple line of Shakespeare and the man would swing right open, no problem, regardless. And he had a grudge against the faculty, so Ginny was pretty sure he'd not open for them, in any circumstance.

Let it never be said that the Twins were the only ones with a good head for business.

Ginny knew that becoming friends with the Slytherins wasn't really done in her house. But spending so much time with Ravenclaws had really opened her up to the concept (after all the girl pretty much had spent all of her fifth year with either a Ravenclaw boyfriend or Luna) where it wasn't taboo or evil.

Slytherin was known for their parties, in good and bad ways. Slytherin parties were infamous for always having the wizarding version of drugs and alcohol. And since Fred and George's deptarture from school, the Gryffindor parties had been severely lacking in Firewhiskey. The Slytherins were the only ones with practice at throwing parties anymore (excluding wild Quidditch celebrations) because they could afford all of the stuff required for a really crazy time. Plus the Slytherins lived in the fucking dungeons, all bottled-up and soundproofed with an insomniac professor that was always collecting odd potions ingredients or experimenting throughout the night, not really giving a shit what they got up to as long as it didn't get out to any other official.

Basically, they were the only people qualified to be VIPs of any Hogwarts nightclub Ginny could hope to found. Not all of them of course, but a select delicious few. And ever since that night with Harry she'd been revising the plan to suit the ones she wanted on his side in the upcoming years. They were the ones Ginny wanted to please. Hopefully as her VIPs, they would fall back on sophistication and manners, giving her polite appreciation for the graciousness she showed them, learning that she was the hostess of the club, not a manager, much in the style of a French whorehouse from the 1700s but without the prostitution. Basically, a wit of repute who they could deign to speak to and become friendly with. And from that position, Ginny was sure she could date her way into the inner circle.

Or, at least, that was her plan as of the day she arrived back at Hogwarts, although it was subject to change at any moment. As she lived through the summer and matured, so did her thoughts on how best to approach Slytherins and befriend them. And as the school year started, the events which occurred within the first few days managed to keep her constantly on her toes as she adapted her strategies hourly. But we are getting ahead of ourselves…

The plan was going to do very nicely for her purposes. Ginny Weasley, self-styled intellectual, mild muggle literature enthusiast, entrepreneur, logical and calculating, with commitment issues that she'd never admit to (you didn't seriously think that it was the boys that had ruined all of the relationships?). She was the only girl for the job. She had friends in each house (mildly civil acquaintances in Slytherin, at best) and she was fucking bored of going to party after party where the only entertainment was the Weird Sisters, boys, and Truth or Dare. To quote some of her last-season motives, the passé ones.

But even the best laid plans couldn't have given her the vaguest idea of what she was really getting into. Over the course of this story, she will, as her own life unfolds, realize that the fate of her own life (being a staunch follower of Harry's side in the war, regardless of Dumbledore's actions) rests in the hands of Harry Potter, who desperately need someone to balance him out. And that final thought is how Ginny's entire plan ended up accomplishing something even greater than pulling the entirety of Hogwarts, including the bigoted Slytherin house, together into one unit. It found Harry Potter's soul mate, and made sure everyone else knew it, too.