Chapter 1
99 sat at her desk twirling a wand between her fingers, emitting colourful sparks into the air. It had been so long since she had touched the thin piece of the beautifully crafted wood, but yet the action was so familiar. She looked again to the letter addressed directly to her, her name swirled in effortless cursive on the front.
It was from her mother, Molly Weasley.
Dear Ginny,
How are you my love? I hope you are doing well in America. Listen, I need you to come back, it's Andromeda. She's terribly sick, and she is asking for you. I know you haven't wanted to come back since Harry left, and that is understandable. But darling, I haven't seen you in months, and it has been 3 years since Harry left, I think you need to come home. We all miss you dearly.
Love, Mum xxx
99, or previously Ginny Weasley, was in a predicament. Her mother had respected her wishes of wanting to move to America, after a terrible accident left her injured and unable to play Quidditch. Harry had moved away a few months after the war, she was heartbroken. He had left his life as Harry Potter, to escape the constant berating from the press, and that on top of the guilt he felt for the deaths caused during the war, that were so not his fault. He had left, and nobody knew were, and if he was ever coming back.
She had kept her beloved family up to date with her life, but they had never begged her to come back, and she now felt with a sure feeling, that she had to go back, and face the family she had so selfishly left.
She quickly flicked her wand to the filing cabinet and some papers flew out and deposited themselves onto the desk.
She heard a knock on the front door of her small office in CONTROL Headquarters, and her eyes flew towards the clock, 8:12am. She mentally cursed herself for having to be late to her meeting with The Chief and Maxwell… Maxwell. How was she to leave her life here at CONTROL, yet alone Maxwell?
"99?" He called. "We're waiting for you."
"Just a minute, Maxwell." She answered. She gathered the papers, stood up and pushed her chair in. She opened the door to Maxwell, who put out his arm for her. She looped her arm through.
"Sorry Max." 99 murmured. "I had some unfinished papers to finish." She said not able to look him in the eye, she was afraid she might break down.
An awkward meeting later, Maxwell had left, and 99 was standing in front of the Chief's desk. With a deep breath and a beckoning gesture with a raised eyebrow from the Chief. She placed the papers down. The Chief's eyes ran over the papers, and looked up, his mouth opening and closing with no words, like a fish.
"Resignation papers, effective immediately." 99 said.
"Wha- where are you going?" He spluttered.
She thought for a moment.
"England."