It had begun during her confinement in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Alternating between lying listlessly, saturated in humiliation, and episodes of spasms and enlightening recollections where she had to be held down by two healers while a third ran diagnostics and drugged her with magic, a small flame of self-hatred coupled with the misunderstandings of her devoted family fed upon itself and caused Ginevra Weasley to step outside her previous zones of awareness and to actually begin to think.
Her parents and brothers were wary when she asked them to stop calling her 'Ginny'. A few tears were shed. For the Weasley clan it was as though their shy, trusting daughter had been left behind in the Chamber and replaced with a new 'Ginevra'. And that was more or less it, though it would be more accurate to say her transition occurred during the long stretches of silences in the Spell Damage Ward.
Her hours of isolation did not go well with her mother and father. Her brothers were more open to the idea after they had seen her shrunken form a few times and the novelty of her being in any danger had worn away. However the mediwitch supervising Ginevra insisted that her patient needed to recover and be monitored in an environment free of distractions and so visitor hours were limited to a few hours every day, fluctuating with said mediwitch's patient schedule and relationship with the head healer in the ward up two floors.
As Ginevra would later reflect, it was like a period of intense meditation where questions never asked, let alone answered, began to stack up like dominoes, positioned so as they needed a simple push anywhere along the line to set off a chain reaction that would develop her character in a way that no schooling or coddling could ever do.
The dominoes began to fall when Hermione Granger arrived with a gift bag of beauty products that she hoped would cheer the young redhead up, but in reality would do so much more than that…
