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R. Evans and Nurse Willa Ryken and a couple of other characters that I will
barely mention
Summary: When Dumbledore lets something important slip to Ginny he never thinks that she will unravel the biggest secret that Lily Evans had.
Rating: PG, just in case *I* let something slip.
Author's Note: Came up with the basics of this story in the shower this morning and I was in a rush to start it. I don't mind if you put a few corrections in your reviews if you find some.
The Mirror Has Two Faces
Ginny Weasley sat on the edge of a sturdy concrete gargoyle that was lining a portion of the endless halls of Hogwarts. The beginning of the year feast had finished a hour or so earlier and the youngest Weasley, decided to explore before curfew. While she was climbing up a flight of red stairs the stairway twisted upon itself many times to create a spiral staircase up to the floor which Dumbledore's office was on. She knew that behind the gargoyle was the headmaster's office and sleeping quarters but she didn't see a reason to go about bothering him with nothing to say.
Now, Ginny glanced down the hall either way and vaguely wondered when the stairway would go about straightening itself out so she could get back to the Gryffindor common room. Directly across the hall from where she was sitting there was a picture of a charming young man with a great mass of red curls on the top of his head. He had a wide, white smile and had sparkling emerald green eyes. He looked like he was darkly tanned from outdoor sports and was holding a shiny broomstick that was now problably quite out of date. A golden plaque under the frame had 'Marlow R. Evans' in cursive writing. She had spoken to the 18-year old wizard in the photo whenever she came to the gargoyle and the headmaster's hidden rooms but she never quite knew why he was there. At this moment he decided to jump on his broom and do a few laps of his frame before grinning, waving and zooming away, likely going to visit some friends.
Ginny now sat there alone and rather bored. She did rather want to talk to Dumbledore just to sit in the comfort of his office and watch Fawkes prune and to ask him who Marlow Evans, the man in the picture, was. Her mind was made up and she started throwing wizarding sweets names at the gargoyle. She was about to give up when she guessed 'GLOWING NERDPOPS', which was the candy her twin brothers had created and sold to Honeydukes, and the giant beast leaped up and aside. She was surprised to see that Dumbledore had used it's name as the password. Her feet made only the softest sloshing noise (as if she was walking on thick goo) when she rounded the spirals quicker and quicker to the top. At the end of the staris she tapped lightly on the heavy wooden door that made several chicken-like noises insead of the sound of wood being rapped upon. Dumbledore peeked his head around and smiled faintly before stiffling a yawn.
"Sorry sir, I didn't realize that you were sleeping." Ginny turned and started one or two steps down with the sloshing noise following her.
"No, no, Miss Weasley." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with laughter, "I was only watching the back of my eyelids. Would you like to come in for one of those amazing sweets your brothers created; brilliant really."
When the door opened up wider instead of the sound of ancient creaking wood and metal, there was a sound of loud purring. When she lifted an eyebrow at the noises Dumbledore winked and used a serious tone of voice for his rather ridiculous explaination.
"The other noises were starting to bore me and seemed so mundane so I spent some time this summer thinking up ideas for the stairs, my doors and my desk." He opened up a drawer which emitted a rather loud bang (which made Ginny jump a couple of inches) and pushed it close slowly to make a drawn out noise of a belch that echoed and made Fawkes glare at Dumbledore.
The headmaster chuckled a couple of seconds before leading her to a big black chair in which you sank so deep into that it seemed to hug you when you sat down. He tossed her an emerald green candy on a long wooden stick. The candy's colour reminded her of something.
"Sir?" Ginny asked as she tentatively licked the candy. "Who is Marlow Evans, the man in the picture outside, across from your gargoyle?" Dumbledore, who had been already finished half of his candy and now had glowing green teeth and a glowing green tounge, answered somberly,
"That was Lily Evans, or Lily Potter's rather, father. He became an auror right out of school and died a little after his second daughter Petunia was born. I think she was twelve. That would make him Harry's grandfather." With some-what wide eyes Ginny nodded. Perhaps Harry would want to see him someday. Glancing to her candy again she told Dumbledore with a giggle,
"I sent some of these to Harry for his birthday and didn't tell him what they were, he owled me back an hour or so later and was grumbling about his teeth glowing in the dark." Dumbledore too chuckled softly and nodded, "I guess that yours must have got to him first because I sent to him and his twin too, for their birthdays but I didn't get a letter back." Immediately following his comment Dumbledore pursed his lips tightly and his brow crinkled.
"I didn't mean to say that Miss Weasley. Don't repeat it." The stern look enough made Ginny nod but she was curiously stunned. To the best of her knowledge Harry never had a twin.
Summary: When Dumbledore lets something important slip to Ginny he never thinks that she will unravel the biggest secret that Lily Evans had.
Rating: PG, just in case *I* let something slip.
Author's Note: Came up with the basics of this story in the shower this morning and I was in a rush to start it. I don't mind if you put a few corrections in your reviews if you find some.
The Mirror Has Two Faces
Ginny Weasley sat on the edge of a sturdy concrete gargoyle that was lining a portion of the endless halls of Hogwarts. The beginning of the year feast had finished a hour or so earlier and the youngest Weasley, decided to explore before curfew. While she was climbing up a flight of red stairs the stairway twisted upon itself many times to create a spiral staircase up to the floor which Dumbledore's office was on. She knew that behind the gargoyle was the headmaster's office and sleeping quarters but she didn't see a reason to go about bothering him with nothing to say.
Now, Ginny glanced down the hall either way and vaguely wondered when the stairway would go about straightening itself out so she could get back to the Gryffindor common room. Directly across the hall from where she was sitting there was a picture of a charming young man with a great mass of red curls on the top of his head. He had a wide, white smile and had sparkling emerald green eyes. He looked like he was darkly tanned from outdoor sports and was holding a shiny broomstick that was now problably quite out of date. A golden plaque under the frame had 'Marlow R. Evans' in cursive writing. She had spoken to the 18-year old wizard in the photo whenever she came to the gargoyle and the headmaster's hidden rooms but she never quite knew why he was there. At this moment he decided to jump on his broom and do a few laps of his frame before grinning, waving and zooming away, likely going to visit some friends.
Ginny now sat there alone and rather bored. She did rather want to talk to Dumbledore just to sit in the comfort of his office and watch Fawkes prune and to ask him who Marlow Evans, the man in the picture, was. Her mind was made up and she started throwing wizarding sweets names at the gargoyle. She was about to give up when she guessed 'GLOWING NERDPOPS', which was the candy her twin brothers had created and sold to Honeydukes, and the giant beast leaped up and aside. She was surprised to see that Dumbledore had used it's name as the password. Her feet made only the softest sloshing noise (as if she was walking on thick goo) when she rounded the spirals quicker and quicker to the top. At the end of the staris she tapped lightly on the heavy wooden door that made several chicken-like noises insead of the sound of wood being rapped upon. Dumbledore peeked his head around and smiled faintly before stiffling a yawn.
"Sorry sir, I didn't realize that you were sleeping." Ginny turned and started one or two steps down with the sloshing noise following her.
"No, no, Miss Weasley." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with laughter, "I was only watching the back of my eyelids. Would you like to come in for one of those amazing sweets your brothers created; brilliant really."
When the door opened up wider instead of the sound of ancient creaking wood and metal, there was a sound of loud purring. When she lifted an eyebrow at the noises Dumbledore winked and used a serious tone of voice for his rather ridiculous explaination.
"The other noises were starting to bore me and seemed so mundane so I spent some time this summer thinking up ideas for the stairs, my doors and my desk." He opened up a drawer which emitted a rather loud bang (which made Ginny jump a couple of inches) and pushed it close slowly to make a drawn out noise of a belch that echoed and made Fawkes glare at Dumbledore.
The headmaster chuckled a couple of seconds before leading her to a big black chair in which you sank so deep into that it seemed to hug you when you sat down. He tossed her an emerald green candy on a long wooden stick. The candy's colour reminded her of something.
"Sir?" Ginny asked as she tentatively licked the candy. "Who is Marlow Evans, the man in the picture outside, across from your gargoyle?" Dumbledore, who had been already finished half of his candy and now had glowing green teeth and a glowing green tounge, answered somberly,
"That was Lily Evans, or Lily Potter's rather, father. He became an auror right out of school and died a little after his second daughter Petunia was born. I think she was twelve. That would make him Harry's grandfather." With some-what wide eyes Ginny nodded. Perhaps Harry would want to see him someday. Glancing to her candy again she told Dumbledore with a giggle,
"I sent some of these to Harry for his birthday and didn't tell him what they were, he owled me back an hour or so later and was grumbling about his teeth glowing in the dark." Dumbledore too chuckled softly and nodded, "I guess that yours must have got to him first because I sent to him and his twin too, for their birthdays but I didn't get a letter back." Immediately following his comment Dumbledore pursed his lips tightly and his brow crinkled.
"I didn't mean to say that Miss Weasley. Don't repeat it." The stern look enough made Ginny nod but she was curiously stunned. To the best of her knowledge Harry never had a twin.