Hey! Thanks for actually deciding to click on the link to this story. It means i actually wrote a half- ass decent summary. Anyways. lol. I hope you like it. it's kinda a "pull myself out of the pit of writer's block despair" story, so yeah. It's a work in progress. Without further delay, i'll shut up and let you get on with it. :D

Disclaimer: Yeah, i don't own anything. Just thought i should let you know, so I'm not getting calls for money from Rowling, because I'm broke. However, the plot is MINE!!!! (insert evil cackle)

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"How can you stand there, acting as of this isn't your fault. I know you better than that Ginny!" Ron yelled at his sister across the kitchen of the burrow. All around them, their family sat staring, some with food half way to their mouths.

" How dare you accuse me! You honestly think i could have pulled this off, even if i wanted to? You should be ashamed Ronald!" Ginny screamed back. Hermione was standing behind him, crying with her Hogwarts letter in her hand. Ron, however, held Ginny's, wildly waving it through the air.

"How else do you explain it then?! Your not even a seventh year, and your head girl! You stole it from Hermione, didn't you Gin?"

"Right, real smart Ron! How the bloody hell am i supposed to accomplish that one? I'm sorry i got good marks, I'm sorry i studied all summer, i'm sorry i interned at St. Mungos and the ministry. I'm so sorry that all makes me qualified to be a head girl! Is that better Ron? You know what..... I'M SORRY I'M BETTER THAN YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" I shouted, throwing my apple i had been eating moments before at him.

Everyone in the room was silent. Ron silently fumed, turning deeper shades of purple by the minute. And suddenly, it all seemed to fall into place.

"But you know what I'm really sorry for. I'm sorry that you have to put up with her, and that your the shadow of someone, and not in the spotlight. I'm sorry your such an insufferable git, that you can't take anything with a little dignity, or that you can't even accept that for one moment, maybe i can be something. That's what I'm sorry for Ron. Are you happy?" I ran out of the room, ignoring the people yelling after me.

I collapsed onto the floor of my room, sobbing into the pillow i clutched in my arms. i heard my door close behind me, and i cried harder.

"Go away..... just go away....." I felt a warm touch on my shoulder and i looked up to see George. He was smiling down at me, and i fell into his arms when he sat next to me.

"It's OK Gin. I still love you. I'm glad you ripped Hermione off......" He said into my hair. I laughed and cried harder, and he smiled. "You know.... getting head girl shouldn't make you feel guilty." he told me, gently lifting my head up. Sometimes i wondered if George had been born on another planet. He was the only one of my brothers who cared about how i felt, and not how it affected them. He was just there, always when i needed him, and had always been the one to cheer me up. Somehow that meant more to me than anything right now.

I nodded, and he helped me up off my bum and to my feet. "I love you Gin. Don't let them get to you. Just between you and me, didn't our dear Ronald look just like a plum. Right purple he was!" He snickered, and i laughed with him, on our way down stairs to face my family. Everyone still sat at the table, now talking about what had occurred only minutes before. Food had been cleared, and i found out that Hermione had left. Ron was still silently fuming, and George snickered again as he took his seat next to him, which made me giggle.

"Ginny, we need to talk to you. You shouldn't have said those things to your brother. It wasn't nice, and we feel it has come time to explain a few things to you." Molly said, looking at her with fear in her eyes.

"OK. Shoot....." i said looking at my dad, who was shifting uncomfortably.

" Ginny.... Ginevra........." Molly's voice faltered. "Your adopted."

It was like my whole world went spinning out of control. I couldn't see anything, i just heard everyone's shocked remarks all around me, and it made me feel sick. I nearly fell and George caught me, and dragged me outside. I was hyperventilating, i couldn't breathe. George let me sit on the grass, with my tears flowing down my face. Inside, i could hear Ron yelling things like "I knew she wasn't one of us" and "why didn't you ever tell us", things that made me shut voices out, not wanting to know the answer. George held me now, tighter than he did earlier, and i heard him whispering to me, trying to calm me down.

"It's OK... shh... Gin, it's OK. I love you...... just breathe." he said rocking me back and forth.

I heard a loud 'pop' beside me, and i looked up to be met with the eyes of Dumbledore. "Mr. Weasley, i believe i can take it from here, if you please." he said. George tried moving, but i held onto his arm tighter, and ho looked to Dumbledore for help.

"Ms. Weasley, i need to speak with you, alone..."

I let George help me up, and he brushed my hair out of the way, telling me he'd be inside if i needed him, and i nodded, watching him walk off inside.

Dumbledore was smiling at me, and he laced his arm with mine, and we started down the long path of the driveway.

"I was informed by Arthur that you now know our secret...." He looked down at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

"yes.... " my voice faltered.

"I know that this is a shock to you. It's rather hard to explain, especially being that it is my fault." he said, looking off at the sunset in the distance. I looked at him with question in my eyes.

"Ginny, you are my granddaughter." he said. I just walked with him silently, waiting for him to continue, but so many things were running through my mind.

"Seventeen years ago, your mother.... my daughter Eliana...was murdered by Voldemort. She was fighting against him along with the order, and she was captured and killed. You had just been born months before, and i was scared that he would kill you too. I had no choice but to hide you, and Arthur was member of the order, and Molly had wanted a daughter so bad. I felt that you would be safe with them." he explained.

I looked at him again. I searched my mind for words i could say.

"Why didn't you ever tell me...why didn't mum ever tell me?" i asked.

"It was dangerous. But now, being that Voldemort is dead, we feel that it's time to tell you. I'm sorry, my dear." he answered.

It all seemed so shocking to me. My mother dead, killed by Voldemort, Dumbledore, my grandfather, my family, who isn't my family at all. I didn't know what to say.

"Am i going to stay here? Where am i going to go?"

"Ah, yes. I did hope that you would ask that. As it would seem, the Weasleys and i have decided it would be best if you no longer lived with them. You will be living with your father at his home." he smiled down at me.

"My father... i have a father?" i asked, searching his eyes for some answer.

"Yes. Your father is still alive Ginny."

"Who? What's his name?" i inquired, kicking at a stone in the middle of the road.

"I think you'd be surprised to know that he is someone who you are acquainted with." he said smiling. I looked to him to continue. "Your father...." he faltered.

"Is....?" i was confused now.

"Severus Snape."

And then everything went dark.

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Yes..... you don't need to say it. It sucks horribly. I haven't written anything in years, and I'm dusting the cobwebs off of my brain and trying to cure the writer's block. It's really short..... Sorry if it sucks. If you like it, please tell me, and I'll try to get some more done. I kinda like how it's started. I just need to figure out where the hell i want it to go.

-Autumn