Welcome to Virginia
Authors Note: I don't really want to give away what this story is going to be about, but I think the end might shock you a little. I'm really sorry if you don't like the end to my first chapter, but I'd like you to think of it as. . . .The beginning of my story.
And so, welcome to chapter One, and please, please review. Also, if you have read any of my other stories, you might find it helpful to read the updates on my main authors page. Thank you!
Disclaimer: I'm still waiting for JKR's sould to go up for auction on Ebay, but rest assured, when it does, her stories WILL be mine! Until then, I'd appreciate you guys not sewing me. You'd be surprised at many people try... *glare at certain boy with too much free time and money*
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Molly made her way quickly down the path to her house, a sack of groceries held up on her hip for support, her wand held between her teeth as she searched with her other hand through her purse.
The burrow loomed ahead of her, its towering height ferocious at the odd angle it stood. Bill, Charlie and Ron had decided to repaint the yellow house blue, but had gotten bored halfway through. Now painted like an Easter egg, her home welcomed her silently.
Molly gave a small grin as she finally found her house key, down at the bottom of her lumpy purse, right as she stood on the doorstep. Oddly, the door was already slightly ajar. Molly Weasley didn't make much of it though, knowing that 17 year old Ginny was home already. Her other boys, along with Harry and Hermione, would be back soon from some sort of Quidditch Demonstration they had found extremely fascinating. With an amused smile, Molly deemed it far more likely her sons had talked poor Harry and Hermione into going pub crawling or something of the like.
Molly dumped her groceries onto the large wooden table in their kitchen and called for Ginny, already putting the things away in the pantry.
"Ginny?" she called out again after getting no response. "Those darn teenagers. She probably has her music up too loud again. Should have never let her listen to that strange witch band..." she murmured to herself, stowing away the eggs in the fridge.
Molly finished with her chore and walked up the long flights of twisted stairs to Ginny's room, wandering what that girl was doing. Knocking softly at the door, Molly stood outside impatiently, tapping her foot. There really were other things to do around the house. She knocked harder, this time calling out her only daughters name. When she still got no reply, Molly Weasley flung open Ginny's door, fully ready to scold her daughter if she was in there.
Indeed, Virginia Anne Weasley was in her room. Hanging from the ceiling, suspended from a noose to be exact. A note fluttered gracefully to the ground, Ginny's neat, tiny handwriting painted across it. Molly picked up the note, her eyes scanning it quickly, and began to cry.
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Authors Note: All reviews appreciated, even criticism, as long as its constructive.
Authors Note: I don't really want to give away what this story is going to be about, but I think the end might shock you a little. I'm really sorry if you don't like the end to my first chapter, but I'd like you to think of it as. . . .The beginning of my story.
And so, welcome to chapter One, and please, please review. Also, if you have read any of my other stories, you might find it helpful to read the updates on my main authors page. Thank you!
Disclaimer: I'm still waiting for JKR's sould to go up for auction on Ebay, but rest assured, when it does, her stories WILL be mine! Until then, I'd appreciate you guys not sewing me. You'd be surprised at many people try... *glare at certain boy with too much free time and money*
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Molly made her way quickly down the path to her house, a sack of groceries held up on her hip for support, her wand held between her teeth as she searched with her other hand through her purse.
The burrow loomed ahead of her, its towering height ferocious at the odd angle it stood. Bill, Charlie and Ron had decided to repaint the yellow house blue, but had gotten bored halfway through. Now painted like an Easter egg, her home welcomed her silently.
Molly gave a small grin as she finally found her house key, down at the bottom of her lumpy purse, right as she stood on the doorstep. Oddly, the door was already slightly ajar. Molly Weasley didn't make much of it though, knowing that 17 year old Ginny was home already. Her other boys, along with Harry and Hermione, would be back soon from some sort of Quidditch Demonstration they had found extremely fascinating. With an amused smile, Molly deemed it far more likely her sons had talked poor Harry and Hermione into going pub crawling or something of the like.
Molly dumped her groceries onto the large wooden table in their kitchen and called for Ginny, already putting the things away in the pantry.
"Ginny?" she called out again after getting no response. "Those darn teenagers. She probably has her music up too loud again. Should have never let her listen to that strange witch band..." she murmured to herself, stowing away the eggs in the fridge.
Molly finished with her chore and walked up the long flights of twisted stairs to Ginny's room, wandering what that girl was doing. Knocking softly at the door, Molly stood outside impatiently, tapping her foot. There really were other things to do around the house. She knocked harder, this time calling out her only daughters name. When she still got no reply, Molly Weasley flung open Ginny's door, fully ready to scold her daughter if she was in there.
Indeed, Virginia Anne Weasley was in her room. Hanging from the ceiling, suspended from a noose to be exact. A note fluttered gracefully to the ground, Ginny's neat, tiny handwriting painted across it. Molly picked up the note, her eyes scanning it quickly, and began to cry.
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Authors Note: All reviews appreciated, even criticism, as long as its constructive.
