Year 1 || 1992
"Ginerva Weasley."
This was it. The moment she had been waiting for since she was six. She walked forward nervously, thinking of all the things that could go wrong.
"You can be whatever you will yourself to be." Her fathers words kept her from bawling as she sat down stiffly on the stool and the dusty old hat was placed over her head.
Weasley eh? You're quite different from your brothers, they were much easier to sort.
'If I was easy to read I would be with them right now.'
Touche. Quite a thirst for knowledge you have, but the way you use it to sneak around your brothers hints at Slytherin.
Ginny stiffened slightly before the hat chuckled,
Calm Child, they can't hear me, but I think they will once I place you in
"SLYTHERIN"
The hall was filled with polite clapping, but all she could see was her brothers faces. She was glad she couldn't see Ron, no doubt he would be showing outrage, disgust, and maybe only a hint of betrayal. Percy had a blank face as he nodded towards her in what must have been a show of polite acknowledgement. The twins were the worst. They were showing outright mock horror, and she knew that nothing changed between her and her elder twin brothers. That was going to be difficult for her in the year. She blinked as she focused on reality, she reached her house table and had no where to sit. She took an empty seat next to a older Slytherin boy, gaining an amused smirk and a gruff of acknowledgement before he ignored her for the rest of the sorting. She was joined as another first year sat beside her tentatively.
"Hello, I'm Urquart." The girl introduced herself properly as Pureblood traditions required of heirs. Urquart held out a hand that Ginny took with a nod.
"Wotcher Urquart, I'm Prewett." The effect was instantaneous. Urquart blinked, she heard the boy next to her take a sharp intake of breath, and quite a few other students turned their heads.
"The very best of evenings to you! Now... to our new students, welcome, to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you. I must again mention that the forbidden forest is indeed forbidden. and now let us eat!" Dumbledore's little speech was enough of a buffer that people began talking with their friends, just as Ginny did with Urquart.
"Oi Weaslette! What are you doing here?" Montague had called down the table, only loud enough for Slytherins to hear but not in a rude way.
Ginny herself thought for a moment before she responded, "I guess I was sick of the cramped space." She answered honestly as a few other students laughed before returning to the feast. She felt the stares the whole time.
The entrance to the commons was, unsurprisingly, in the dungeons. As Ginny walked next to Hester -previously Urquart- she wondered if Aunt Muriel prepared her to be on her own.
"Anarchists" she heard the prefect say before she and Hester entered the largely spaced common room. She glanced around in awe along with her year-mates before she noticed professor Snape was standing. She nudged Hester who looked from the windows to professor Snape with wide eyes. The rest calmed down enough for Him to speak.
"I, Professor Snape, am your head of house. If there are any arguments between you and another Slytherin you will both come to me to sort it. Outside these walls we stand united, there will be no foolishness that says otherwise." His eyes stopped on Ginny for a moment and she had no doubt that he was reminded of her brothers.
"That said I will leave you to the prefects to explain the sleeping arrangements. Keep in mind that first years have mandatory study group with at least one student who is above fourth year every Wednesday. Sleep well Snakes." With that said he glided out of the common room, his robes billowing behind.
"Alright listen up you lot!" the female prefect called for attention, "I'm Prefect Farley, and the dungeons extend all over the castle, therefore so do our dorms. That said you can choose who you want to sleep with in a month, but for now it is mandatory that you stay in a dorm with your mates. Girls follow me, I'm showing you your dorm." Without another word she took off, leaving Ginny and the other first year girls to scramble after her while the male prefect explained his part to the boys.
Farley led them to a room just off the Commons. It was spaced out, each girl had a bed, desk, and small lounge-like area. "All first years get this dorm." She explained. "And here's a tip, when you choose who you want to share with, get your own dorms next to each other and then ask the portraits to combine them." That said she was gone, off to the Commons.
Ginny glanced around for her trunk, it was one of the only things her brothers could hand her down, considering the gender difference. She noticed it in the middle of the room and happily went to sit on her new bed. A pair of twins, Carrow, had joined her and Hester.
"Flora." Called one of the twins, the one sitting on the bed to Ginny's right.
"Hestia." Called the other on Hester's left.
"Ginny." She smiled at the two as she heard Hester introduce herself. Ginny hesitated before speaking up,
"Do you think we should all get the combined rooms? Safety in numbers right?" The other girls complemented this for several moments.
"I'm in." Hester shrugged as the twins nodded in agreement. The door opened and in came another first year, Luna Lovegood.
"Moon! Aren't you supposed to be in the Ravenclaw tower?" Ginny asked her old childhood friend.
"Yes, but I noticed at the feast, the nargles were all over you! I made you a charmed necklace!" Ginny took the corked necklace with a grin and a thanks as Luna smiled at the other girls before skipping out of the room.
"Nargles?"
"Is she mad?"
"Very much indeed." Ginny confirmed as she placed her new necklace on her desk and jumped into her bed. "Goodnight Girls!"
Ginny was met with confused variations of 'goodnight' as she let the world fade away and her dreams take her.
Ron wasn't at the feast last night, but he was at breakfast in the morning. She walked in with Hester and the Carrow twins, Chatting with them as she made her way to the Slytherin table.
"Oi Gin! What're you sitting with the snakes for?" That got the attention of both of their houses.
Ginny answered quietly, "I'm sitting with my house Ron." He glared at her in surprise, his mouth open wide as she turned and sat across from the twins and next to Hester.
Then came the howler.
They didn't speak the rest of the week.
Ginny was zoning out, and during the most dangerous time too. Someone petrified Filch's cat, they're saying the chamber was opened.'I don't know what would happen if one of my brothers got hurt.' She wrote one day in an enchanted black journal that her father must have gotten her, one that wrote back.'I Doubt they will, didn't you say enemies of the heir? That must mean mudbloods.' She was so used to the word now she didn't even flinch.
Hester came in and ignored her writing at her desk, but when the twins came in Flora froze. "What are you doing!?" She exclaimed as she rushed forward, grabbing the journal from Ginny.
"Hey! That's-"
"A Cursed Object." Hestia gasped as she saw the journal, "That belonged to the Dark Lord!"
It was silent as Ginny processed Hestia's sentence, and then she paled and took a step back, "W-what!?"
The girls spent an hour discussing ways to deal with it before deciding to report it to prefect Farley. They marched into the Common room, Hestia having to help Ginny walk in her dazed state. They got Farley's attention and asked for her presence in their dorm.
Farley took the Journal in shock, "You girls did the right thing, and it isn't your fault Weasley, you didn't know."
That was the end of it.
Ginny was supposed to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas, But the twins invited her and Hester to their house for the hols and she decided what her mother didn't know couldn't hurt her. She forgot about the clock.
The ride back to the station was spent laughing, the journal was forgotten, and they even made allies with the second year Slytherins, Malfoy and Parkinson included. Once they got to the Carrow Mansion, Ginny met the twins caretaker Chester, their parents died in the first war. Hester taught the girls all the swears she knew, and Ginny felt like she could breath without her mother breathing down her neck. They attended the Malfoy's Ball, Mr. Malfoy was surprised to see Draco acting so friendly with a Weasley. Some people glared at her, called her a blood-traitor, but her friends stood up for her and Draco even went so far to force a 'honored guest' to leave. Miss Malfoy, or Cissy as she demanded to be called, warmed right up to her.
After the Ball they all went up to Draco's room and exchanged presents, Ginny was pleasantly surprised.
"What the actual fuck! You guys didn't have to get me anything!" "Of course we did Gin! You're our friend!"
They stayed the rest of the hols at the Malfoy's and barley slept the whole time there, actually no, they didn't sleep up until the day before they returned to Hogwarts. Then they had a sleepathon complete with blankets, pillows, and giant stuffed animals ("Awe is that a Dragon I see?" "Shut it Weaslette!") littered around as they slept in a tight circle on the floor.
They did the same on the ride back to the train actually. Gathered blankets, pillows, went in their pajamas, found the largest Compartment (Draco's usual one), and had the best ride ever. The trolly lady was surprised to see this group of first and second years, soon to be joined by Adrian Pucey and Marcus Flint, gathering around her. They grabbed everything, and Ginny and Hester introduced the purebloods to some muggle chips and candy that they had Chester go out and buy for them.
When they pulled into the station, Adrian and Marcus had gone back to their own compartment and the group decided to pull their robes over their pajamas. They gathered the blankets and put them in Blaise's trunk laughing about something or another as they made their way to the castle. Ginny noticed it first, and she paled. Then Pansy, the twins, and Hester stopped. Then the boys.
"Ginerva Lucretia Lynwood Weasley, Where on earth have you been!?"
Her friends gave her looks of sympathy as her mother marched up to her. The hall was staring at her, both Bill and Charlie were there too, and her father who seemed to be the only one who really was relieved to see her when compared to her mothers angry face. She drew in a shaky breath as she prepared herself for what was to come next.
"At a friends." There was no explanation, she didn't look away from her mother, even when she heard Ron exclaim loudly about her death.
"No note, Clock unable to find you! I have half a mind to pull you for this behavior young lady."
It was silent as she stared at her mother, masking her fear, "I sent a note. That bloody useless owl must have dropped it."
"Lyn," Her father said warningly as he turned towards her mother. "Molly this is not the time nor the place for this conversation."
"Might I suggest," The headmaster stood, "continuing this in my office?"
Molly nodded and Ginny felt her heart drop, her mask going with it only for a second. Enough time for a Slytherin to recognize it, but not for her mother to. Her friends, which had not moved previously, hesitantly parted with her, Hester giving her hand a squeeze and the twins sent rare, apologetic glances.
The trip to Dumbledore's office was silent, her mother refused to talk and her brothers didn't know what to say. At least that's what she hoped.
Her mother wanted her pulled from Slytherin to be moved to Gryffindor with her brothers. She refused. As she walked to the Dungeons, she felt the tears well up, not of sadness but of anger. She spat the Password, but the portrait did not respond, it only stared at her.
"Did you not hear me? Anarchists." the Portrait continued to stare until,
"They don't understand, you have to say it in English speaker."
She turned to see no one, then the portrait swung open from the inside, knocking her to the ground.
"Shite, are you okay there Prewett?"
"Flint you twat!" she said annoyed as the older Slytherin helped her up
"Not my fault some prat was hissing at the entrance, you hear it too?"
"You're taking a piss out of me aren't you?"
"Oi, since when does Weaslette know how to swear? Honestly I'm not, you didn't hear anything?"
"Since I started hanging out with you lot, and all I know is the portrait wouldn't let me in, as if I was a duffer Hufflepuff or something!"
"Minky Pillock, come on you're friends are waiting."
Daphne Greengrass was 'Ice Queen', Draco Malfoy was 'Slytherin Prince', Pansy was 'Flirt', Blaise Zabini was 'Player'. Soon enough 'Weaslette' became 'Lucifer' when talking about her temper and curses. She earned a place in her house, not when she stood up to her mother, not when they figured she was a parseltounge, when she was sorted.
She got top grades in her year, and in most of the previous first years as well. What bothered her was that she was only second to a 'Tom M. Riddle'. She hated being second to him and knowing she was probably only that high because of him.
Slytherin won the house cup. Harry and Ron were disappointed, but Hermione did clap. It seemed patronizing. Ginny decided she didn't like Hermione very much.
End of term came quicker than she would like, She was invited to the Twins again, and Hester's and Draco's and even Blaise's. She denied them all insisting they all come to The Burrow.
"We'll sneak you guys up to my room and have Adrian create a second door leading to an apartment style home!"
"Brilliant Ginny!"
"Alright!"
When they finally got Draco to agree, on the condition that he decorate and furnish it, they gathered all the books on creating magical spaces that they could find. Instead of going to Egypt to visit Bill, she stayed with Luna and her father until she managed to sneak away and get back to the burrow.
Both Adrian and Draco were there when she arrived and were looking around curiously. She laughed startling Draco, who hadn't noticed her, as Hester came threw with Hestia and Flora.
"Lets get to work!"
It took a month, and a large variation of suspicious explosions but it was completed. Of course since Draco styled it, it was more of a mansion than an apartment. There was a kitchen, living Room, indoor Quidditch Pitch, ten large closets, and one room that took up most of the house. It could be considered a ball room if it weren't for the fact that it was decorated with muggle fairy lights, blankets, pillows, beanbags, stuffed animals and much more.
The first and Second years spent most of what was left of the summer laughing and messing around on the Quidditch pitch until Marcus showed up.
Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban.
Thats all for Ginny's first year! they got rid of the journal so no petrifications happening here! For all you curious souls its in Dumbledores office on a shelf so it's safe. Tell me what you lot think and questions, im answering them all in the next chapter ^u^