Breaking the Girl: The Story of the Fire Moon
Note: I re-did this chapter, to make more sense and be more coherent. Hope you like it better.
Summary: Ginny Weasley has been for the most part ignored for her past three years at Hogwarts; always being "Ron's Sister" or "Fred and George's Sister" or "Weasley" but never Ginny. She feels as if she's being broken. Then she makes friends with her brother's worst enemy. Little do they know the evils in store for them, the evils that will make even Albus Dumbledore fall to his knees; for Voldemort may be bad, but he is no longer the worst.
AU: Takes place straight after fourth year.
Disclaimer: All of this belongs to J. K. Rowling, except for some of the characters and the plot. The song "Breaking the Girl" belongs to the Red Hot Chili Peppers and the song "I Want Something More" belongs to one of the greatest punk bands of all time, Bad Religion. The song "Apossibly" belongs to the Apex Theory. The song "warning" belongs to Black Sabbath. The song "Don't Leave Me" belongs to Blink182. The song "Dreaming my Dreams" belongs to one of the best bands of all time the Cranberries. "Die Another Day" Belongs to Madonna"
Please do not judge this story by the first couple of chapters, for it may seem like a romance story it does pack a lot of action into the later chapters.
"Twisting and turning
your feelings are burning
you're breaking the girl
She meant you no harm
But now you must sever
you're breaking the girl
He loves no one else"
Chapter One: I Want Something More
"Going through a world of sad debris,
regard quixotic reveries of ownership:
The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion,
the ancient western treadmill of deception and derision.
But I want something more.
Racing through a life of tragic wastage,
I experience the loss of trust and innocence.
The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons
as we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision.
But I want something...
More."
"Ginny, come down, it's time to go!" Yelled Molly Weasley, Ginny's mother.
'Just great,' Ginny thought. 'Another year of being ignored.'.
School was great for Ginny Weasley, if you enjoy getting good grades and nothing else. However Ginny was not like that, so the lack of friends and constant ridicule did tend to bother her.
"Ron! Hurry up, we're going to be late!" Cried Mrs. Weasley.
After much yelling on the part of Mrs. Weasley, Ron decided to come down. As he walked downstairs everyone's mouths opened in shock. Instead of his normal muggle clothes, a pair of ratty jeans, a plaid shirt, and tennis shoes, he was clad in a leather jacket on top of a black t-shirt with a red "A", tight fitting leather pants covered in chains, and motorbike boots which were obviously bought in a store run by people who did not know how to ride a motorbike. As if this wasn't enough, he had also spiked his hair, and added some gold streaks, the Gryffindor that he was. His mother just looked at him as if he was an alien; an alien in very deep trouble, at that.
"Ronald David Weasley, take that off right now!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily.
A faint smile appeared on Ginny's face.
"Trying to impress Hermione; weren't you." She said.
Ron blushed and tried to deny it, but Ginny just laughed at him. Mrs. Weasley was getting extremely annoyed as she despised being late, and gave him one of those "get-your-scrawny-butt-upstairs-and-change-right-now-or-else" looks. He stormed off upstairs mumbling angrily, looking as if his tail was between his legs. After about five minutes Ron came back down looking almost normal again. Unfortunately he couldn't get the hair-dye out, so he had to wander around looking like he had a Christmas tree-topper on his head until he had more time to work on it. Finally the group headed out to the car, looking exhausted and annoyed. Amazingly no one forgot anything, a first in the Weasley family; Fred and George saw it as breaking tradition so they attempted to toss their bags out the window, but Mrs. Weasley threatened to throw them out the window, so they settled down. During the trip the twins and Ron were chattering happily about Quidditch and who would make the team as Keeper and who would be captain. Ginny just rolled her eyes, sure she liked Quidditch, but hearing about it every minute of every day will make you a bit tired of talking about it. This year she had finally worked up the courage to try out for the Quidditch team. Not that she thought she'd get on, but at least this year she didn't really care if she did badly, her social standing couldn't get all that much lower. She had practiced a lot though, and part of her was optimistic. She was jolted out of her deep thought when Fred, George, and Ron suddenly rolled down the window to bellow out some stupid song to the passerby in King's Cross Station. As soon as the car stopped the boys leaped out, grabbed their trunks, various animal cages, and sprinted towards the barrier.
Fred turned around and yelled, "Come on Ginny, or we'll miss the train!"
This was Fred and George's last year at Hogwarts, and they wanted to make it memorable.
"Alright, I'm coming!" She said in an annoyed voice while she stepped out of the car. Her owl suddenly let out a loud shriek that made everyone in the station stare at them.
"Shut up, Kirley!" She whispered angrily, and tried to keep walking.
She had bought him during the summer with the money she had saved up from working at the muggle department store. Ginny walked faster when she saw the last of the boys go through the barrier, and after much dodging of muggles she went through the wall between platforms nine and ten, followed by Mrs. Weasley. She gave a quick kiss to her mother and then rushed onto the train. She searched around for an open compartment, but all were full, save one. And that one just happened to be occupied by…
"Lost your way, Weasel? Or would no one else take you?" He said.
She gave him a look so terrifying and full malice that it could strike fear into the heart of Lord Voldemort, then sat down across from him. She then pulled out a book and started reading.
"You never answered me, Weasel. You so poor you can't afford words?"
She just laughed at him.
"Great insult, Malfoy." She said, still snickering.
"You're not worth the time, Weasel." He said indignantly, and turned to the window.
"My name isn't Weasel! It's Ginny!" She said angrily. "At least get my name right!"
She then got a rather evil look on her face.
"Or would you like me to call you Ferret-Boy?" He was shocked that she would bring that up two years after it happened, but still was too embarrassed to say anything. She mumbled "that's better" and continued reading Sorts avancés de l'époque Médiévale.
"Advanced Spells of Medieval Times? How could you afford that Weas- um, I mean Ginny."
"Don't you ever get sick of insulting my financial situation?"
"No, I get all my happiness from it." He said sarcastically. "Where did you get the book?"
"I've been saving up. But as they say, L'argent n'est pas tout."
"Who told you that? Of course money is everything!" He said in mock seriousness. Ginny laughed, then immediately quieted down when she realized she was laughing at a rather stupid joke of Malfoy's.
'Am I actually having a conversation with Malfoy?' Ginny thought.
"Who says?"
"Why, I say."
"And what you say matters somehow to me?"
"Of course, I am the most important being in the world!" He said, like it was blatantly obvious.
"Right." She said, dripping with the sarcasm that now seemed to be flooding the room.
'Am I actually enjoying talking to a Weasley?' He thought. 'Imagine what Father would say to that!'
They spent the rest of the trip talking, but when the train pulled into the station and Crabbe and Goyle came into the compartment Draco ('Why am I calling him that?') went back to his old smug self. Draco himself was surprised he had opened up like that to anyone, much less that Weasley girl.
'Ginny,' he reminded himself.
He walked out while hissing "Goodbye Weasel."
She glared at him and turned away.
'I was stupid to think he was any different,' she thought. She stepped out of the train, and as she was expecting no one seemed to notice she existed, and she didn't try to persuade them otherwise. She went into one of the carriages and shut the door so that no one would come in. After a little while she felt the carriage stop and she opened the door and looked at the place that had been her home for the past three years. Hogwarts was one thing that never changed, unlike everything else in the world. She did like Hogwarts; she just didn't like the students very much. As she walked through the giant doors she couldn't help thinking of Draco.
'No, Malfoy.' She thought. He had really opened up to her on the train. It was like he'd never talked to anyone before. She had just sat there and listened, while he talked endlessly. Then he just walked away.
'Just when I thought I had made a friend he walked away. '
She wanted to just say c'est la vie, but she couldn't. She couldn't just say, "this is life" and forget. She walked into the hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table, waiting for the Sorting to finish. The hat cried out "SLYTHERIN" for Zimmerman, Brenda, and all of the students waited for the food to appear. Unfortunately the teachers had a few announcements. Professor McGonagall stood up and said "Students, we have a Fourth year exchange student from Beauxbatons, Miss Vider la Lune please come up to the sorting hat." A tall, not to mention very pretty, fourteen-year-old girl with reddish brown hair and deep brown eyes nervously went to the stool, sat down, and put on the hat. After a very long time the hat screeched "GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table cheered loudly and she started to take off the hat but then the hat screeched "SLYTHERIN! HUFFLEPUFF! RAVENCLAW!" The whole hall was struck silent. Not even Peeves would have dared make a sound. Finally Dumbledore stood up and said with a smile. "Well, this is quite a pickle. Mademoiselle La Lune, please come with me. To the rest of you, dig in!" And he led Vider towards his office. Ginny wondered what was going on and made a mental note to find out later. She finished her food at the same time as Draco and they both walked out, unintentionally bumping into each other.
"Watch where you're going, Weasel." He said.
"I thought we had this conversation. My name is Ginny, not Weasel."
"Okay, fine. Watch where you're going, Ginny."
"Unless I am much mistaken, Draco, we bumped into each other at the same time."
"Don't pull logic on me, Ginny. Even you know it's just a façade."
She looked at him as if he was crazy.
"What the heck is that supposed to mean?"
"If you don't get it now you never will." He finally said, not being able to think of anything better; he didn't wait for her reply, he just walked off. She stood there for a moment, rather confused.
'What happened to the Draco on the train?' She wondered. When she got to the fourth year girl's dorm she saw the girl from Beauxbatons sitting on the bed next to hers reading a book.
'What was that girl's name again? Oh, Vider la Lune I think.'
She sat down on her bed and turned to the girl.
"Hello, my name is Ginny Weasley, you're Vider, right?"
The girl looked up from her book and smiled at Ginny. "Yes I am. Nice to meet you Ginny; is that short for Virginie or Gingembre?"
Ginny was a bit surprised by this remark, but tried not to show it.
"Neither, it's short for Ginevra."
"I've never heard that name before but I quite like it."
Ginny decided to just be blunt.
"What happened after the Sorting?"
"It was all very strange. Your Headmaster Dumbledore said that I could choose any house that I wanted, and my older brother had been here last year with Fleur and said that he liked Gryffindor the best, so I chose it!"
"Great!" Ginny said. "I can show you around Hogwarts!"
"Great." Replied Vider.
There was an awkward silence for a while, but Ginny was getting bored, so she reluctantly broke it.
"Your English is quite good."
"Thank you, my mother is from Los Angeles, in America."
"Oh, have you ever been there?"
"Yes I went there last summer."
"What was it like?" Ginny asked.
She was very interested in other countries; she had gone to Egypt last year and ever since had been quite interested in other cultures. Vider went on a detailed explanation of her trip and Ginny sat listening intently. They talked for hours, even after they were supposed to be asleep. They finally quieted down when the other girls yelled at them; Ginny really didn't need another pillow in the face. She laid her head down on the pillow, happy that she had found a friend, but she wanted something more.
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Draco walked away, mad that they had bumped into one another. He never wanted to see that girl again. Or at least, he thought he didn't want to. But there was something about that girl that he liked. Most girls either were too shy and were uncomfortable to talk to or got mad at him and called him names and didn't want to talk to him. She did neither. She had been understanding, and had listened to him.
'Why am I thinking of Weasel's little sister?' He thought about her while on his way to the library. He almost walked past it. He went over to the muggle book section and pulled out a fantasy novel. He liked reading what muggles thought of the magical word, it was quite amusing. He tried to concentrate on his book but failed, so he put the book back and walked out of the library in the direction of the Slytherin common room. He took the quickest route, which was through the Great Hall. He walked between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables; about halfway through he tripped on something and cursed. He stood up and looked down at the object he had tripped on. It was a black diary with metallic purple trim. He stuck it in his pocket and rushed to the common room.
When he got back to the common room he opened the diary.
'Dear Diary,
Yet again I am forgotten. They don't know how much they hurt me by ignoring. They make me feel like I don't even exist, it's like they're breaking me without even trying! I'm going to crack eventually. Quidditch doesn't even help anymore. What am I supposed to do?'
He looked up, then flipped a few pages and read:
'Someone told me this today,: "C'est là vie. Fait avec". It means This is life. Live it.'
He wanted to read more; he was so interested in it, though, he didn't really know why. Finally he decided he had to go to bed, but he wanted to get back to the girl.
'I know it's a girl'. Even though it was a diary he felt like he knew her. He fell asleep, wondering what the next day would bring.