A/N: I've been meaning to rewrite this story for a long time and finally I am doing it. I'm going to spread it out to many chapters and maybe change a few things but most of it is the same. After reading it again, I found a bunch of mistakes too. So here's the first chapter. Please review!
"Miss Weasley, there is another call for you on line 3."
"Miss Weasley, here is some more fan mail."
"Miss Weasley, you need to sign this."
Ginny Weasley's life was full of twists and turns of good things and bad. Overall, she was rich and successful. What more could anyone want? She figured life was good for her.
After graduating from Hogwarts, Ginny lit on out of England and went down to Paris, thankful to finally be away from the place she had spent 17 years of her life. In Paris she got a part-time job, and started her own robe company. She designed her own clothing lines, and had them manufactured and later sold in her shop. They were a big hit in France and other wizarding wardrobe shops cut a few deals with her and she shot up out of the ashes to the top of the social latter.
She was invited to all the parties, and she mingled with all the people. She was quite generous with her money and donated it to different charities. She helped out her family by paying most off their debts, and bought her parents a nice house. After a few years traveling around Europe, she decided to move back to her hometown. She bought an expensive flat in the nicest wizarding community in the British area. Her company moved with her. She hired people to do all the hard work she once did. After all, Weasley Wardrobes was a very respected company name in the wizarding world.
Ginny was at the top of her world. What more could she want? The bullies from her childhood were now begging at her doorstep for any sign of recognition. She figured it was something like that saying… Living well is the best revenge. She had money, power, fame, fortune. She figured there was nothing more she needed.
During the Christmas holidays, her mother always had a party to invite family and friends for a get together. Finally, Ginny was in town for one. Reluctantly, she agreed to come. It had been almost over ten years since she had seen a lot of the people who would be there.
The whole family was delighted to see her again, and everyone was there. To Ginny, it was a nice treat to see everyone. Yet most of them had really aged. She met her sister-in-laws for the first time and even a few nieces and nephews. She couldn't believe how much she had missed over the years. There was one thing Ginny was eager to find out about.
She would search the Daily Prophet routinely to find any little headline about him, but over the years, talk about the great Harry Potter slowly declined. She beamed happily through the crowd scanning through the people for a glimpse of the untidy black hair she had come to love to see when she was younger. But it wasn't there.
She was swarmed by half-hugs of people she barely knew, people who just wanted to talk to the famous Ginny Weasley. After a while of it, she grew tired. Her face muscles were tired of the fake smile position they had been in for the past two hours. She later met up with her brother Ron, who had arrived late. She had been dying to ask him about Harry Potter.
His answers were short and limited. He said he was away on business. He said Harry had fulfilled his dream, to become an Auror. She knew Ron and Harry were still close. Ron said he loved seeing her again. She smiled and turned away. And then she ran into another group of people with the same mindless chatter.
She found her mother, to say her goodbyes and that she had to be going, she had a busy schedule. She left the party with the knowledge of what everyone had been doing the past ten years. Nothing that she really cared about.
And life went on for Ginny Weasley. The days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Business transactions went smoothly. Advertisements were advertised. And life went on.
"Miss Weasley, this note came in for you, and some of the staff has become concerned," said one of her consultants.
She looked up from her desk and snatched the paper out of his hand, scanning quickly through it. "Oh, toughen up," she said tossing the scrap of paper aside.
"Miss Weasley, I have alerted the officials and they think we should take some action."
She raised her eyebrows. "Ok?" she said, confused.
"We have come to the conclusion that you should be protected."
"It's just a little threat. It was probably some psychopath living on the streets," she said, giving a little chuckle. "Or else it's those other companies trying to scare me so I am distracted and can't prepare for fashion week. Hah. They are so idiotic."
"Miss Weasley, the officials and I believe it is more than that."
"Whatever," she said concentrating back to her work.
"So we decided you need to be protected. We figured you should have someone with you in case of emergencies."
She looked up again. "And?"
"And so we decided the best person to assist you would be an Auror." She blinked. "So," he continued. "We found the best suited available Auror. He should be here in a little bit."
"Right. Whatever. Send him in when he gets here," she said waving her hand.
Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Come in," she called irritably. She was vigorously turning pages of a book filled with different fabrics. She heard the door open and close. "Hm," she muttered under her breath. "People trying to distract me during fashion week." She shook her head.
"Miss Weasley, this is the Auror I was telling you about." She took off her thin-rimmed glasses and looked up. She almost swallowed her tongue when she realized who was standing in front of her.