Chapter 1 (Independence and Rebellion)
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"Two weeks till Hogwarts. Just two more weeks till Hogwarts, Ginny. So of course you can handle the Golden's Trio's holier-than-thou-are act. Just-ignore- them." I said to my reflection in the mirror.
"Like hell you can," replied my blasted mirror.
Looking at it, I shot the mirror a foul glare. That damn mirror was right! Ever since the war had ended, the trio were just unbelievable. Yes, they were the leaders of true reform in the Wizarding world, whom everyone looked up to. But damn it all, in the end, they are just kids themselves.
Their entire summer was spent at the ministry, indicting death eaters and those who were known affiliates of death eaters and fanatic sympathizers to Voldemort's cause. They practically worked at the Ministry. Their word was the law. Every day, the Daily Prophet was on about those three. They were more powerful than the Minister of Magic himself.
Now, I'm proud of them really. But they have become completely insufferable. Absolute power has not corrupted them. They have passed key reforms that will lead to a better, more prosperous future for the Muggle & Wizarding community. Yet, the way they traipse around here shows that they have become really full of themselves. They are like 3 PERCY's.
Harry still acts as if he carries the burden of the world on his shoulders. He walks around the Burrow as if he owns the place. And Hermione traipses around here like she's the most brilliant person who has ever graced the planet Earth. And Ron-don't get me started on that prat. He walks around here, acting as if he runs the show too. I love them all, really I do. But they are getting on my nerves!
And what's worse, is that they're going to finish their education with me at Hogwarts this year. In MY year, as a seventh year. UNFUCKING believable!
"I have to go. I can't stay another week here with them." I said to the mirror on my wall.
"Oh, no you don't. You're not leaving me alone with that know-it all-brat." said the mirror.
Things had to really be bad. The damn mirror, who had somewhat always liked Hermione, now couldn't stand for her to be in the room for a millisecond. The trio really was that unbearable now.
"I'm sorry, but I have a means for an escape and I'm taking it. If she annoys you, just…" I said to the mirror, not coming up with anything helpful.
"Just what? Stay here, stuck on the bloody wall and listen. You're a great help." said the mirror ruefully.
"Just tell her to shut up and that-you don't want to hear it. Any of it." I said impatiently.
"Easier said than done, genius." replied the mirror.
"Take it or leave it. Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'm out of here. I'm just going to owl Luna and ask her if I can spend the rest of the holiday with her and her father." I said, smiling brilliantly.
"The polite thing to do would be to take me. I've never seen Hogwarts and I really do want to." said the mirror pleadingly.
"Where the hell would I put you?" I said, as if the idea was completely outlandish.
The mirror sighed in defeat. Looking at the mirror, it truly was a friend of mine. An annoying friend of mine, who spoke the harsh truth and never really shut the hell up. But, I've had it with me since I was a child. And at Hogwarts, there were-times, rare times, when I'd find myself wishing that it was with me. But where the hell to put it?
"Fine, you can go. But if you annoy me, I will break you. And I'll have to shrink you. Don't argue with me, or I'll leave you with her." I said authoritatively.
"Fabulous." said the mirror. I nodded.
Dear Luna,
I was wondering, if it is okay with you and your father, could I spend the rest of the summer at your home? I would really appreciate spending time with you, before we return to Hogwarts. Let me know if this works well for you.
Ginny.
"Now, I have to go downstairs and find that wretched owl, Errol." I said, leaving the room.
Going down the confined, winding staircase, I finally reached the bottom and entered the kitchen, where I knew I'd find my mom and Errol. I found Mum, Dad, the owl and the damn trio.
"Mum, um-I wrote to Luna, asking her if I could stay at her home for the rest of the summer. I just wanted to ask if you and Dad are okay with me staying there?" I said, somewhat timidly.
Looking at Mum, I could tell that she really did not like the thought of me staying the rest of the holiday with Luna. She considered Luna and her father to be strange. But she knew that they are good people with a very good heart. When I looked at Dad, his gaze was clear approval. Looking back at Mom, she nodded her head reluctantly.
"You haven't been shopping for your seventh year supplies, Ginny. I-I just don't think it wise…" she began.
"Oh, Mum, I can go shopping with Luna before term begins. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Thanks Mum, Dad." I said, while walking to the table, plopping into a chair and grabbing an apple and biting into it.
"Well, I'll write to Bill, telling him to stop by Gringotts before he visits us today. He can get the money for your supplies." she said, nodding at me.
I replied with a smile, grabbed Errol, and ran back up the stairs. Entering my room, I opened the window, tied the parchment to Errol's leg, and I threw him out. Now, the only thing to do was wait. And pack.
I began packing everything, double checking my room for all needed clothing and school materials. When I was confident, I shut my trunk. Then, I heard someone clear their throat.
"Mirror, I have not forgotten about you, okay." I said frustrated.
"Why are you spending the rest of the summer at Loony Lovegood's place, Gin? What are you playing at?" said the voice of my oh-so-lovely brother Ron.
"Ronald, do not call her Loony. Her name is Luna, and she is my friend. You will treat her with the proper respect that I show to your friends. Understood?" I said patiently, as if I were talking to a pestilent child. But he really was a pestilent child.
"Ginny, look at me when I'm talking to you. What are you playing at?" he said heatedly.
Turning around, I looked at him, fuming. There they were, all of three of them, standing there as if they were my superiors. I'll be damned.
"How dare you come in my room and demand to know why I wish to spend time with a close friend, Ronald? Do not forget, you are not my father. Your name is not Arthur, nor is it Molly Weasley. You would do well to, shall I say, remember your place. Brother." I spat scathingly, with so much venom that the Trio seemed to flinch.
At that moment, an owl flew in through an open window. It was Errol, returning with Luna's reply. (A/N: If you ask how Errol returns so quick, remember in the novel, the Weasleys and the Lovegoods do not live far from one another at all.)
Scanning the letter, I saw that Luna didn't mind my coming at all. Grabbing my mirror off the wall and shrinking it, I then placed it inside of my trunk. Scanning the rest of the room, I saw that they were still standing there.
"Is there anything else you all want to ask me? If so, please hurry, I'm about to leave." I said snottily, while grabbing my trunk.
Standing upright, I looked at them all, who were looking put off and uncomfortable. Good, I thought. Paybacks a B!
"Well, seeing as there is nothing left for you all to say, I'm leaving. Enjoy the rest of your summer." I said sweetly, heaving the heavy trunk past them and down the stairs.
I entered the kitchen, and Dad immediately relieved me of my burden. He glared at Ron and Harry, I think, for not helping me carry it.
"I just got Luna's letter saying that I could stay with her for the rest of the summer." I said to the room.
My parents nodded. "We're still waiting on Bill to arrive. He'll be here shortly, dear. Come, I made a little dinner for you. Eat." Mum said, worriedly.
Smirking, I knew my mom would be worried about my eating habits during my absence. She wouldn't be Molly Weasley if she didn't. My parents and the trio looked unnerved for some reason though. I wonder why.
"What's wrong with everyone? Why are you all acting so strangely?" I asked perturbed.
"Since when did you start smirking?" asked Ron, disgustedly.
"Since you became like Percy." I replied, with a smirk worthy of a Slytherin.
He rose up out of his seat, and I withdrew my wand. I was of age now, since my birthday was last week. I could curse him to hell and back, and I would if he dared to try me.
"Sit down, Ron." said my Dad patiently.
Ron sat down, sending a fierce glare my way. I sent one right back at him, emphasizing the removal of my hand from my wand.
All of a sudden, Bill and George burst through the door. A gust of summer wind entered the kitchen. Looking up at them both, I felt somewhat heartbroken.
Looking at them both was a reminder of my family's loss in the war. The physical toll it took upon Bill's face and George's ear was irreversible. And so was the loss of Fred, whom we saw every time we gazed at George. It was so hard. Too hard really. It was too hard on George. Fred was his other half, and that half had died. He was so changed, and understandably so. Why couldn't Fred be given a second chance the way that Colin had? Colin had seemingly come back from the dead. Why not my brother?
Everyone missed Fred. Everyone.
Bill sat down beside me. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his side. I leaned my head against his arm.
"How have you been, Gin?" he asked in a brotherly manner.
"I'm good, Bill. I've just got to get away from them. How about you, Fleur and the baby?" I was excited to welcome a new child into our family.
"They're more than fine." Bill said, smiling contentedly at me.
"Of course they are." said George. He playfully jerked me from Bill, put me in a headlock, and ruffled my hair. I beamed at him and laughed with Bill.
"Here is the money Mum wanted me to give you." Bill said, with remnants of a smile on his face. Looking at it, I could tell that it was heavier than usual. I looked at him warily, then at Mum. Bill quickly shook his head.
"Consider it a gift, Gin. Besides, you could definitely use it for your hair and clothes." said George. He looked serious.
I gaped at him. Then, I felt my hair and touched my clothes. Maybe he had a point.
I got up, hugged Bill, grabbed George and hugged him tightly. Then, I walked over to Dad and hugged him too. I told the trio bye. Mum was glaring at Ron, who begrudgingly stood up and hugged me very tightly. He whispered, "sorry brat."
I smirked and responded, "you're forgiven, Percy."
He turned red as George, Bill and I laughed. Then, I hugged him again for good measure and walked over to Mum, who had watery eyes.
"Oh, Mum, I had to save the best for last. Don't worry. I'll be fine, promise." I said to her. Then, I hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek.
"Bye, everyone," I said to them, waving one last time from the fireplace.
"Lovegood Residence." I spoke. I threw the Floo Powder down and spun away.
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