This story is a little different than the rest of mine by coming from the point of Ginny instead of Harry and being first person instead of third, but there is no less humor or drama! Enjoy!
Disclaimer- "Harry Potter" and the names of the characters, items, events, and places therein are trademarks of J.K.Rowling under liscense to Warner Brothers Incorporated. i.e., I own nothing (except the plot).
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Chapter One: So it begins...
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It was time for a change. Not a drastic one, just something different. I had no idea that that little box of hair dye Hermione had sent me was exactly the opposite of that.
I followed the directions carefully, making sure to execute each step exactly the way they said to. I didn't want to mess this up. It wasn't like I could just undo it. I couldn't do those types of spells yet, and anyway, the reason I asked Hermione to send me the muggle stuff in the first place is because I couldn't even find any hair dying (or un- dying) spells. Well, I could find SOME hair dying spells, but I didn't want my hair electric blue or toad green. I wanted it blonde.
About 15 minutes later, after making sure all the gel was out of my hair, I stepped out of the shower and rubbed it dry, which took quite a while, my hair being as thick as it is. Then, I took a blow dryer to it with some of sleekeazy's special volumizing formula. I did all this without looking in the mirror once. I was too nervous. Finally, I forced myself to turn around and face the music, or rather, the hair.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I couldn't help it. This was not Ginny Weasley I was looking at. It was someone else.
"What's the matter, Ginny?" I could hear Ron say dully as he climbed the stairs. "Mum's sent me to check on y..." Ron had opened the bathroom door and was standing dumbstruck at me, his former sister. Then, suddenly, he snapped out of it.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Mum! Someone's broken into our house and kidnapped Ginny! She's gone!" He screamed in terror and backed up out of the doorway and hit the wall on the other side of the hallway.
"No, no, no, Ron, it's me! I'm Ginny!" I assured him, but he didn't look like he believed me, and I didn't blame him. I couldn't even recognize myself.
"What did you?...Your hair! It's...gone!...Huh?...I...What?" My poor brother. Obviously, he was a bit confused.
"Ron,...I...dyed...my...hair...blonde," I said slowly, so he could understand me.
"You what?!" he asked, like it was the first time he'd heard about it. Like he couldn't see the hair on my head. Well, that was Ron.
"I dyed my hair blonde."
"Why? Aren't you proud to be a Weasley?"
"I still am a Weasley, Ron."
"Not a proper one. Not without your red hair! That's been in our family for many generations, centuries, even! You are disowning our family by renouncing our trademark appearance and dying your hair blonde! Our ancestors are probably turning in their graves right now! Why would you want to do such a thing?"
"Ron?"
"Is it because we're poor?"
"Ron?"
"Are you so ashamed of us that you have to change your appearance so you won't be associated with us?"
"RON!"
"Huh?"
"Ron, don't go all preachy on me, please."
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't realize I was..."he trailed off.
"I'm not trying to NOT be associated with you guys, and you know that I could care less about how much money we have. I just neede a change, is all." I explained.
"A life- altering one," Ron commented. Little did I know at the time how right he was.
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"Blonde?" my mother asked me, as befuddled as my brother. "But...but...why?"
How does one explain to one's mother why one follows the trends of the moment? She was a teenager once, she did it too, but she has already learned the lesson that you're better off just being you, and I haven't. That's later.
"Oh, I just thought it'd be cool..." I trailed off. Mum looked as though she was thinking hard about something, most likely me. Or it could have been the spaghetti she was thinking of making tomorrow night. It was no use. She just didn't get it. At all.
"Mum, I'm just going to go back into my room now and wallow in my misery at having a huge, hideous yellow mop on my head for hair," I stated simply and and whirled around.
As I started up the stairs, I glanced back at my mother, who was still deep in thought. And confusion. What had I done to myself? I felt like I was wearing a wig. I tugged at the hair on my head. Nope. Definitely mine.
In a wierd way, I felt exhilerated. This was the new me. I was starting anew, and from the beginning. I wasn't the same person I was before, I had changed. that had always seemed impossible to me, but it had happened. And it felt good. I had no idea that I'd even wanted to change. I know that sounds funny, but it's how I felt.
I opened the door to my room and flopped down on my bed, then sat back up. I had to see it again. I turned my head to look in the mirror. It actually didn't look that bad. It was nice and shiny, and my new golden mane had highlights, too. It was almost exactly the opposite of what my hair had been like before I dyed it. It would have to take some getting used to, but, yeah, I could live with it. I even kinda liked it- a lot.
"Wow!" I said, admiring myself some more. I was glad I had done it now. Good thing I didn't chicken out- it looked fabulous! There was just that first stage I went through where I didn't know what to think.
"Uuugh!" I thought. Everyone else was going to have to go through that too. I hoped they wouldn't stare too much. Oh, well. Too late to go back now!
POP! POP!
Oh, no! I had forgotten that Bill and Charlie were coming to visit! Great. More people to stand in front of while they ask me why I did it. Then, I realized that this was nothing compared to what school was going to be like.
"Alright, fine," I sighed and got up. I braced myself and started down the stairs.
"Hi, Mum, hi Ron!" I heard Bill say cheerfully.
"Hullo," Charlie yawned.
"Oh, Charlie! What happened?"
"Mu-um! It's just a a bit of a scorch- mark, that's all. Got it off of a Norwegian Ridgeback the other day, just before I left." I was reminded forcibly of third year, when Harry fought one of them. That was back when I liked him...well, actually, I still did, kinda.
"Where are Fred and George? You said they'd be visiting. And Ginny. Where's she?" Bill asked.
"Oh, well the boys are out playing quidditch in the yard, but they said they'd be in soon, and G-Ginny? She's upstairs," Mum told them. "Ginny, darling! Come on down, your brothers are here!"
"I'm right here, Mum," I said from behind her.
"Ginny!" Bill smiled, then paused. "Ginny?"
Bill seemed befuddled too. "Mum, did Ginny invite a friend over?" he asked, looking afrom her to me, then back again.
"No, this is Ginny. She dyed her hair," Mum explained, resting her hand on my shoulder.
"Ginny?" Charlie asked, still unsure.
"Yes, it's me, you nitwit," I said, a tad bit annoyed. "Come on, now, it's not that different!" I said, and Ron sniggered. At least HE was over the shock of it all.
"A blonde Weasley..." Bill mused. "I like it. I have a feeling Fred and George will, too. I like the sense of rebellion in you, Ginny."
"Oh, you would, wouldn't you," Mum said, eying his fang earing and ponytail. "Come on now, Ginny, let's find a potion in my bathroom that will fix this.." Mum said, pushing me towards the stairs. I shook her off and she turned around to look at me.
"No."
"What? You don't want to keep your hair that hideous color, do you?" she asked, surprised.
"As a matter of fact, I do. Thanks so much for the support, Mum. And now, I think I'll be going up to my room, if you don't mind. And if you do mind, too bad, 'cause I'm going anyways!" I said, getting really frusterated.
"Ginny..."
"And I'm staying in there forever!" I said, and stomped up the stairs to my room, ignoring my mother's feeble attempts to bring me back down. Weren't mothers supposed to be supportive of your decisions? I mean, I could understand if she was really surprised or got mad if I tried to join Voldemort, but dying my hair blonde should not have been that big of a deal. But it was. Too bad. She and everyone else was just going to have to deal with it, because I wasn't going back.
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Well, I didn't stay in my room forever, but I did keep my blonde hair. I came back downstairs later to show Fred, George, and Dad. Fred and George's reactions were a lot like Bill said they would be, and Dad just stood there. Well, now my whole family had seen my new hair. Now for the rest of the world...
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It was 10 o'clock on September the first. I was going into fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I was excited. I didn't really want to answer questions about my hair the whole way there, though, so I was presently wrapping the afore mentioned hair into a scarf.
"Come on, Ginny! Mum's having a fit!" Ron called.
"Oh, alright! I'm coming!" I replied,finally assured that my scarf was placed perfectly. I ran down the stairs and out the door to Dad's new car. It was a Honda Civic, something he'd saved up for for months. He'd promised Mum that he wouldn't enchant this one, but I'd seen the plans in his workshop.
"Shove over, Fred!" I said, and squashed in next to him. I shut the door and Dad revved the engine.
"Here we go!" he said.
"Yeah," I thought, "Here we go."
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Hey! Hope you liked it! Please review! Don't worry, I'm working on updates for all 3 of my stories right now, so you'll be seeing new chapters soon! Watch for them! Thanks everyone, for reading these storise of mine! I really appreciate it!
Disclaimer- "Harry Potter" and the names of the characters, items, events, and places therein are trademarks of J.K.Rowling under liscense to Warner Brothers Incorporated. i.e., I own nothing (except the plot).
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Chapter One: So it begins...
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It was time for a change. Not a drastic one, just something different. I had no idea that that little box of hair dye Hermione had sent me was exactly the opposite of that.
I followed the directions carefully, making sure to execute each step exactly the way they said to. I didn't want to mess this up. It wasn't like I could just undo it. I couldn't do those types of spells yet, and anyway, the reason I asked Hermione to send me the muggle stuff in the first place is because I couldn't even find any hair dying (or un- dying) spells. Well, I could find SOME hair dying spells, but I didn't want my hair electric blue or toad green. I wanted it blonde.
About 15 minutes later, after making sure all the gel was out of my hair, I stepped out of the shower and rubbed it dry, which took quite a while, my hair being as thick as it is. Then, I took a blow dryer to it with some of sleekeazy's special volumizing formula. I did all this without looking in the mirror once. I was too nervous. Finally, I forced myself to turn around and face the music, or rather, the hair.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I couldn't help it. This was not Ginny Weasley I was looking at. It was someone else.
"What's the matter, Ginny?" I could hear Ron say dully as he climbed the stairs. "Mum's sent me to check on y..." Ron had opened the bathroom door and was standing dumbstruck at me, his former sister. Then, suddenly, he snapped out of it.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Mum! Someone's broken into our house and kidnapped Ginny! She's gone!" He screamed in terror and backed up out of the doorway and hit the wall on the other side of the hallway.
"No, no, no, Ron, it's me! I'm Ginny!" I assured him, but he didn't look like he believed me, and I didn't blame him. I couldn't even recognize myself.
"What did you?...Your hair! It's...gone!...Huh?...I...What?" My poor brother. Obviously, he was a bit confused.
"Ron,...I...dyed...my...hair...blonde," I said slowly, so he could understand me.
"You what?!" he asked, like it was the first time he'd heard about it. Like he couldn't see the hair on my head. Well, that was Ron.
"I dyed my hair blonde."
"Why? Aren't you proud to be a Weasley?"
"I still am a Weasley, Ron."
"Not a proper one. Not without your red hair! That's been in our family for many generations, centuries, even! You are disowning our family by renouncing our trademark appearance and dying your hair blonde! Our ancestors are probably turning in their graves right now! Why would you want to do such a thing?"
"Ron?"
"Is it because we're poor?"
"Ron?"
"Are you so ashamed of us that you have to change your appearance so you won't be associated with us?"
"RON!"
"Huh?"
"Ron, don't go all preachy on me, please."
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't realize I was..."he trailed off.
"I'm not trying to NOT be associated with you guys, and you know that I could care less about how much money we have. I just neede a change, is all." I explained.
"A life- altering one," Ron commented. Little did I know at the time how right he was.
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"Blonde?" my mother asked me, as befuddled as my brother. "But...but...why?"
How does one explain to one's mother why one follows the trends of the moment? She was a teenager once, she did it too, but she has already learned the lesson that you're better off just being you, and I haven't. That's later.
"Oh, I just thought it'd be cool..." I trailed off. Mum looked as though she was thinking hard about something, most likely me. Or it could have been the spaghetti she was thinking of making tomorrow night. It was no use. She just didn't get it. At all.
"Mum, I'm just going to go back into my room now and wallow in my misery at having a huge, hideous yellow mop on my head for hair," I stated simply and and whirled around.
As I started up the stairs, I glanced back at my mother, who was still deep in thought. And confusion. What had I done to myself? I felt like I was wearing a wig. I tugged at the hair on my head. Nope. Definitely mine.
In a wierd way, I felt exhilerated. This was the new me. I was starting anew, and from the beginning. I wasn't the same person I was before, I had changed. that had always seemed impossible to me, but it had happened. And it felt good. I had no idea that I'd even wanted to change. I know that sounds funny, but it's how I felt.
I opened the door to my room and flopped down on my bed, then sat back up. I had to see it again. I turned my head to look in the mirror. It actually didn't look that bad. It was nice and shiny, and my new golden mane had highlights, too. It was almost exactly the opposite of what my hair had been like before I dyed it. It would have to take some getting used to, but, yeah, I could live with it. I even kinda liked it- a lot.
"Wow!" I said, admiring myself some more. I was glad I had done it now. Good thing I didn't chicken out- it looked fabulous! There was just that first stage I went through where I didn't know what to think.
"Uuugh!" I thought. Everyone else was going to have to go through that too. I hoped they wouldn't stare too much. Oh, well. Too late to go back now!
POP! POP!
Oh, no! I had forgotten that Bill and Charlie were coming to visit! Great. More people to stand in front of while they ask me why I did it. Then, I realized that this was nothing compared to what school was going to be like.
"Alright, fine," I sighed and got up. I braced myself and started down the stairs.
"Hi, Mum, hi Ron!" I heard Bill say cheerfully.
"Hullo," Charlie yawned.
"Oh, Charlie! What happened?"
"Mu-um! It's just a a bit of a scorch- mark, that's all. Got it off of a Norwegian Ridgeback the other day, just before I left." I was reminded forcibly of third year, when Harry fought one of them. That was back when I liked him...well, actually, I still did, kinda.
"Where are Fred and George? You said they'd be visiting. And Ginny. Where's she?" Bill asked.
"Oh, well the boys are out playing quidditch in the yard, but they said they'd be in soon, and G-Ginny? She's upstairs," Mum told them. "Ginny, darling! Come on down, your brothers are here!"
"I'm right here, Mum," I said from behind her.
"Ginny!" Bill smiled, then paused. "Ginny?"
Bill seemed befuddled too. "Mum, did Ginny invite a friend over?" he asked, looking afrom her to me, then back again.
"No, this is Ginny. She dyed her hair," Mum explained, resting her hand on my shoulder.
"Ginny?" Charlie asked, still unsure.
"Yes, it's me, you nitwit," I said, a tad bit annoyed. "Come on, now, it's not that different!" I said, and Ron sniggered. At least HE was over the shock of it all.
"A blonde Weasley..." Bill mused. "I like it. I have a feeling Fred and George will, too. I like the sense of rebellion in you, Ginny."
"Oh, you would, wouldn't you," Mum said, eying his fang earing and ponytail. "Come on now, Ginny, let's find a potion in my bathroom that will fix this.." Mum said, pushing me towards the stairs. I shook her off and she turned around to look at me.
"No."
"What? You don't want to keep your hair that hideous color, do you?" she asked, surprised.
"As a matter of fact, I do. Thanks so much for the support, Mum. And now, I think I'll be going up to my room, if you don't mind. And if you do mind, too bad, 'cause I'm going anyways!" I said, getting really frusterated.
"Ginny..."
"And I'm staying in there forever!" I said, and stomped up the stairs to my room, ignoring my mother's feeble attempts to bring me back down. Weren't mothers supposed to be supportive of your decisions? I mean, I could understand if she was really surprised or got mad if I tried to join Voldemort, but dying my hair blonde should not have been that big of a deal. But it was. Too bad. She and everyone else was just going to have to deal with it, because I wasn't going back.
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Well, I didn't stay in my room forever, but I did keep my blonde hair. I came back downstairs later to show Fred, George, and Dad. Fred and George's reactions were a lot like Bill said they would be, and Dad just stood there. Well, now my whole family had seen my new hair. Now for the rest of the world...
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It was 10 o'clock on September the first. I was going into fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I was excited. I didn't really want to answer questions about my hair the whole way there, though, so I was presently wrapping the afore mentioned hair into a scarf.
"Come on, Ginny! Mum's having a fit!" Ron called.
"Oh, alright! I'm coming!" I replied,finally assured that my scarf was placed perfectly. I ran down the stairs and out the door to Dad's new car. It was a Honda Civic, something he'd saved up for for months. He'd promised Mum that he wouldn't enchant this one, but I'd seen the plans in his workshop.
"Shove over, Fred!" I said, and squashed in next to him. I shut the door and Dad revved the engine.
"Here we go!" he said.
"Yeah," I thought, "Here we go."
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Hey! Hope you liked it! Please review! Don't worry, I'm working on updates for all 3 of my stories right now, so you'll be seeing new chapters soon! Watch for them! Thanks everyone, for reading these storise of mine! I really appreciate it!