"The Enchanted Fairy"

Summary: In a world where high society is looked greatly upon and servants

Looked down, a young Ginny Weasley sits by her window, awaiting the day when she

Will find true love.

"Ginny, my love!" yelled a very old and wise Molly Weasley, her hair picked up into a massive bun. Her clothing consisted of a plain white shirt and a dark brown skirt. Her thighs and knees were covered and her feet were clad in worn out slippers. Her usually chubby hands were at it again in the kitchen, cooking away for her family of seven. Arthur would be home from work soon and she wanted dinner to be extremely perfect.

Running down the stairs was a fair and beautiful Ginny, her shining apple hair cascading down her back in a heap of loose curls. She, too, was dressed in the same and simple fashion her mother was in. Not being able to afford better clothing, she wore the same uniform everyday. Of course, being the cleanly girl she was, she would wash them after their use. "Yes, mum?" she asked, reaching her mother and giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Help me with dinner, child," said her mother, "Percy and Bill will be wanting extra meant tonight. Their journey is tomorrow, mind you."

Ginny sighed. "Do they have to leave, mum? I'll miss them dearly. I can't imagine mornings without Percy tickling me to wake and Bill throwing eggs at me when you weren't looking."

Molly looked scandalized. "Bill did that?!"

Ginny giggled. "Yes, mum. But, he did clean up afterwards, so don't worry your overworked head."

"Overworked head," scoffed Molly, "I do not overwork myself. I am the woman of the family! I am supposed to clean and cook! What else is there to do?" By now, Molly was beating the raw meat with the nearest utensil she could find; a ladle.

Ginny touched her mother's hand, the knuckles already white from terrorizing the poor slab of beef. "There is so much to do, mum. We just aren't allowed to do it."

"Can you please fetch a pail of milk, Ginny love?" asked her mother, changing the subject, "I think your father would like a glass tonight."

Ginny nodded. "Yes, mum."

Scurrying away from the kitchen and out the back door, she ran towards the fields behind her house, where plenty of cows would graze. She was in the middle of jogging, when she slipped on the bottom of her skirt, causing her to lunge forward and fall down a semi-steep hill. Rolling down with an unknown speed, she squealed madly, flailing her arms about to stop her from moving.

THUMP.

Ginny fell onto the dandelion-covered grass, her hair now messier than it should be. She cursed her stupid skirt and immediately shed them off her body, leaving on her shirt and her undergarments; a thin white skirt, reaching just above the knee. Her shirt was already torn in three different places, showing off her creamy white skin. She didn't mind.

Standing up fully, she dusted off her body and began to walk to the cows, leaving her outer skirt behind. She reached the nearest cow, Bets, and patted her head. "We need milk tonight, Bets. Do you mind giving us any?"

The cow nudged her hand and mooed.

"A little happy there, Bets?"

Ginny snatched up the pail beside the cow and squatted down on the ground. She placed the bucket underneath the cow's utters and folded her sleeves up to her elbows. Preparing to squirt, a loud yell rang out. "Ginny! Ginny!" Ginny snapped her head to her right and smiled. Her overly excited friend, Neville, was clumsily running up towards her, a pail also in his hands. He reached her in a loud clatter. "Mind if I borrow some of your milk?" he asked sheepishly.

Ginny laughed. "You can borrow as much as you like," she replied. "By the way, how's your mother and father? I heard they were sent off to the high castle to be looked after. Are they alright?"

Neville sighed sadly. "The Lurkers hurt then pretty bad," he answered solemnly, "they were bruised from head to toe. My grams says that they'll be home soon. I really hope so."

Ginny hugged him and whispered in his ear, "The Lurkers are horrid people, Neville. They shouldn't of hurt your mother and father in such a way. They did nothing but try to help the people of Butter."

"I don't like them, Ginny," Neville said quietly, "especially if they have connections with the kingdom. I heard one of the castle guards talking once when I was going to go and buy some cabbages. They bragged on and on about how they were going to soon be Lurkers themselves. I hear the king is one."

Ginny rubbed his back soothingly. "Do not speak of such nonsense, Neville. The king cannot be a Lurker. They are the worst band of killers we know. I doubt he would put his kingdom in danger."

Neville pulled away from her embrace. "You never know, Ginny. People have told me that he bears the mark that of a Lurker. They told me that he has it on his forearm. I hear it's a disgusting tattoo of a snake blinding a lion. Why would a snake blind a lion, Ginny? Huh?" he asked, "our kingdom's sign is a lion and the Lurker's sign is a snake. I don't think that's much of a coincidence!"

Ginny shook her head. "It's nothing but gossip, Neville," she scolded, "now come on. We've got milk to milk and families to feed."

"But - But father!" exclaimed Ginny, her face etched in disbelief. "You cannot go! Your place is here at our home! He cannot take you like that!"

Arthur looked at his youngest daughter with gloomy eyes. Dinner was quite a merry affair, but when he mentioned his departure to the family, Ginny stood up and screamed like a scarlet woman. "He needs us, Ginny. It is not only I who will leave. Charlie and Ron must come, too. The kingdom needs us."

Ginny looked horror stricken. "This is unfair!" she screeched. "Bill and Percy are leaving for Nattor in the morning so they could go on some sort of mission to fetch an unknown potion and now you, Ron and Charlie are leaving, too?! What kind of person splits family up like this?!"

"Dumbledore is not splitting is up, Ginevra!" bellowed her father. "Never in your life think that he is trying to hurt us! He asked us for a favor and we merely agreed! I will not sit back and relax while Lurkers are taking over our castle of Butter!"

Ginny threw herself at her father, embracing him. "You cannot leave me!" she sobbed. "You cannot leave me!"

Arthur hugged her back. "You will be here with your mother and the twins, Ginny," soothed her father, "do not cry."

"Fred and George have the shop to look after everyday and mother will be at the castle working. She is the head maid there if you remember."

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Ginny spun around and faced her brother. "We will miss you, Gin. We'll miss you loads, but we need to do this. When we are finished, we will be right back. Alright?" consoled Ron, pulling her into a hug.

"Oh, Ron, I'm going to miss you!" she whispered.

"Hey," started Charlie, "you're not going to miss me?"

Ginny laughed and swatted his arm. "Of course I'm going to miss you, you prat!" She wrapped her arms around him and sighed. "Be careful for me."

"Don't worry," he replied, "I will."

Ginny watched as her father and four brothers left in a carriage, now clinking away from them. Bill and Percy decided to go on ahead with the rest of the family, so they can get a head start. They would separate on the Bridge of Madison and go their ways.

"Ginny, dear," Molly said quietly, "it's time to go to bed, love. There is much to do in the morning."

Ginny nodded slowly and twirled around, walking back into the house. She silently sauntered through the living room and up the stairs to where her room was. Turning right, she slid into her small bedroom and shut the door, letting the tears fall freely.

She collapsed on the bed, her shoulders trembling and her chokes being muffled by the pillow in her face. She hated knowing that her brothers and father were putting their lives on the line to make things justifiable in Butter. She loathed knowing that they could possibly die or be severely hurt like Neville's parents were. She didn't want them to be sent up to the high castle to be watched over like hawks because of their injuries. She wanted them home, where they should be, the land of Butter good or not.

"Why must you cry, dear?" cooed a voice.

Ginny shrieked at the sudden interruption and flew backwards, hitting her head against the wall and landing on the floor in a bump.

"Oh darling, are you alright?"

Ginny opened her eyes, still sprawled on the ground. An astounding woman stood before her, dressed in what looked like the most beautiful gown she has ever seen. It was pure white and glowed like the moon in the nighttime. Her hair was a light blue and was tied in an elegant fashion atop her head. She was holding a sticklike apparatus with both hands, the tip of the piece of wood glowing a red color. Her ears were pointed, almost like an elves and her nose turned up in such an aristocratic way, Ginny just had to envy. Ginny's eyes widened in realization. Things like these only happened to girls with wishes that were impossible to come true. "You - You're a fairy!"

"I am your fairy, Ginevra," it said in a dreamy voice.

Ginny looked shocked. "My - My fairy?"

"You miss him, don't you?" the fairy asked.

Ginny gulped, knowing who she was speaking off. She never uttered his name anymore, never even wanted to talk of him. She missed him so much; so much that it hurt. They were childhood sweethearts, but he then left, a few months ago, to join the league against the Lurkers. "Do you wish to see him?"

Ginny's eyes sparkled. "See him? Where? You know here he is?"

"Yes, m'dear," the fairy answered, "I know where your precious Harry is."

Ginny's breathing quickened slightly. She shakily hoisted herself off the floor and looked into the eyes of the striking fairy. "Where is he?" she asked breathlessly.

"Come, Ginevra," stated the fairy, "we have much to do. I am Tonks by the way. I'm very glad to meet you."

"Good evening, Tonks," Ginny said quietly. "Just call me Ginny."

"Spit spot! Come closer, love, we have a ball to attend and a long lost love to see!" she exclaimed happily, pointing at Ginny's old chair and transforming it into a vanity. Ginny gasped. "Ginny, sit down."

Ginny hastily ran over there and gracefully sat onto the comfortable chair. "What are you doing, Tonks? What ball?" she asked curiously.

Ginny looked at the mirror and watched as Tonk's reflection smiled. "I'm turning you into a lady, Ginny," she replied, "a lady fit to go to a lavish ball."

End Of Chapter One