Chapter 1
I'm the youngest child and only girl in the Weasley family. I have six older brothers-- two of which are identical twins. There is one simple fact of life that I have had to get used to. Nothing I own is mine. Not the books I read (hand-me-downs) or the clothes I wear (relative's hand-me-downs). Not my first name (my great-grandmother's), my middle name (my mother's), or my last name (my father's). Not even a moments' peace and quiet. I suppose I should have known that when I finally found love, it wouldn't really be mine either…
-written by 17 year old Ginerva Molly Weasley in her diary
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Ginny stared at her feet. She knew that it was impolite, but her eyes were red from crying and she didn't want to look up. She didn't want to look into the eyes of one of the greatest wizards in the world. Would he pity her? Perhaps. Would he think that her pain was insignificant? Probably not. She had, after all, lost virtually everyone she'd ever loved in a matter of days. But she wanted this pain to be hers, shared with no one else. So she stared at her feet.
"Do you know why I wanted to speak to you Ginerva?" Dumbledore asked the last living Weasley.
"No," Ginny said to her feet. She would have responded this way even if she did know.
"We have lost so many people in this war, Ginerva. Too many people, in fact," the Hogwarts Headmaster said tiredly. "There is one way to end this all, but it is so extreme that I have saved this option until it was absolutely necessary--- unavoidable even."
Ginny looked up from her feet in confusion. What did this have to do with her? She'd already resigned herself to living a scared and pathetic existence until she finally wasted away. Any feelings of hope that she'd had died with the famous Harry Potter.
"You are the only one who can do this Ginerva," Dumbledore told her. "You are the world's last hope." As melodramatic as it sounded, it was true. "You have a connection with Tom-- not Voldemort-- but Tom Marvolo Riddle. We need to use this to our advantage and stop the at it's root. We need to stop it before it starts."
Ginny gasped in realization. He couldn't possibly mean…She took the golden time turner that Dumbledore held out into both of her shaking hands.
She would be going back 50 years in time. . .
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