Ginny was glad to get back to her lonely room when the feast was over. She had gotten over the stares of other students rather quickly. Not to mention, whenever she looked up it seemed to be into the green eyes of Harry Potter, who had arrived halfway through the feast with half of his face covered with what looked like blood.
When Ginny had laid down in her bed, feeling like Christmas, with her red hair, and her green nightgown, an owl hooted softly at her window, calling her attention to it. When she let the owl in, she recognised it immediately. The note tied to its foot was in the familiar handwriting of her brother, and Ginny was ecstatic to read that Christopher had talked to his parents, and Ginny could come for Christmas.
Ginny woke up the next morning, and had forgotten all about her newly red hair until she went into the bathroom. She stared at the mirror uncomprehensibly for a few seconds, before realising that the red hair was her own.
"I look like freaking Christmas." She remarked to herself, as she had last night. She got changed out of her nightgown, and into her school uniform, the green and silver tie making her feel even more like the holiday she was soon going to be celebrating with her family.
Ginny's mood was high through the entire day. Not only did she excell when she arrived in her potions class, she finished the potion in record time. When it came for her to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts, she was glad to see Professor Snape, no doubt her favourite teacher. After the class, he asked her to stay back.
"Ginny, Professor Dumbledore would like to see you after your last lesson today." He told her. Ginny thanked him for telling her, and went off. She hadn't seen much of Dumbledore since her first year at Hogwarts. The only communication they had had at all, was when he sent the requirement list for each year.
When Ginny left transfiguration, she considered going to see Draco quickly, but then she decided that if Dumbledore wanted to see her, she should probably try not to be late.
"Mulberry Praline." She said when she reached the gargoyle guarding his office. All prefects knew the password to Dumbledore's study, and were told whenever it was changed.
"Ah, Ginny, I'm glad you came." Dumbledore smiled at her from behind his desk, once she had stepped off of the revolving staircase. "Take a seat."
"Thank you." Ginny said politely as she sat down. Dumbledore studied her for a few moments, and Ginny had the feeling his blue eyes were taking in more than her newly red hair. She noticed his hand, charred and burned, and wondered what enchantment must have backfired. Surely Madame Pomfrey would have been able to take care of anything unless it was cursed.
"I brought you up here, Ginny, for two reasons. The first reason, is that you seem to be bored in most of your classes. Indeed, many of your teachers believe you would be bored in their seventh year classes. As such, I believe you need a more challenging schedule. Now, seeing as we've never had a student of such dedication and talent here at Hogwarts before, I've spent the last few years trying to think of something that can benefit you.
"I'm afraid I cannot merely place you in a higher grade. Firstly, though I am sure you will do Outstanding in all of your O.W.L.s, I cannot just assume something, and place you in your sixth year. Secondly, I feel you'd be as bored with that grade as you are with your own.
"So I have come up wtih something unique, that I'm sure you'll find challenging. Your teachers will keep you updated on all assignments, homework, and exams, which you will complete, on time. Apart from that, you are to be given a special schedule. You have the intelligence of someone much older and wiser. As such, you should be given a near college schedule. As you are too young to be sent to college, and you have not completed your O.W.L.'s or N.E.W.T.'s, I shall simply have to do the best with what I've got.
"You'll be starting this schedule next week. You shall receive your timetable at breakfast on Friday, and you are expected to follow it to the word. Some of your teachers will be Professors from Hogwarts. Others will be students who have excelled in personal areas. All in all, you will be taught extremely difficult magic, which I hope will challenge you much more than the lessons you are studying now."
Ginny's eyes were wide. She couldn't believe it. She knew what Dumbledore wasn't saying. The reason why this magic wasn't taught in classes, was because it was far too dangerous. If it wasn't even taught to seventh years...
"Now, the second reason I've asked you to come up here, is also the reason why you'll be starting this schedule next week, instead of tomorrow." Dumbledore said. Ginny raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was going on about, when he raised a hand, and gestured to someone behind Ginny.
Ginny spun around, and saw a small, rather round woman, with curling red hair, so similar to her own. Molly Weasley's chocolate brown eyes, studying her own shocking violet ones, seemed familiar, as if a fuzzy memory from a dream she had once had.
"Ginny?" Molly's voice was soft, unsure, as she looked at the girl she was sure was her daughter. The eyes were the same shocking violet she remembered, from before she had cast the spell to ensure her safety, her hair the same wild red curls. The last time she had seen the girl was when she had been a sixth month old baby, and she had placed her in the care of an orphanage, to give to a good family.
"Mum?" Ginny couldn't say how she remembered her, but she did. She remembered being held in the woman's loving arms, having songs softly sung to her, as she was rocked gently to sleep. She remembered being placed carefully in a cradle, with a blanket that was far softer than anything anyone could imagine. She remembered those brown eyes, looking constantly into her own, showing her how much love was there.
Ginny can't remember standing up, but there she was, wrapped in Molly's loving arms, being held tight to the round woman. A few inches taller than the woman she knew now to be her real mother, Ginny held back her own tears. She wasn't one to be seen crying.
That night it all came out. The spell, to protect her. How it had been broken by her first kiss. Why it had happened, her mother being so afraid that in the desperate times, Ginny would be the one people would turn to.
"But I'm not." Ginny said quietly as her mother explained why she had given her up for adoption. "Harry's the hero. Everyone looks up to him." She said, and Molly smiled through her tears, nodding.
"But Harry hadn't defeated Voldemort when I was pregnant with you. It wasn't until after I had to leave, when I was locked far away from the wizarding world, without the slightest drop of news, when he defeated Voldemort. And by the time I came back, it was too late to reclaim you."
Molly blew her nose in her handkerchief. Her nose was red, her face blotchy, and her eyes, it seemed, all out of tears.
"Ginny, I'd like you to go meet your family, until Friday." Dumbledore said. "Everything has been arranged, your special schedule won't start until next week anyway, and the Weasley's are all anxious to meet the girl they never knew existed."
And so, Ginny left, with a small bag packed with enough clothes to last her until Friday, she walked with Molly to Hogsmeade, where they apparated out, and to the burrow.
A/N: Love the reviews guys! ^^ Hope you like this chapter. Next one should be up soonish. This one would be longer but the computer I was using yesterday died on me without the chance to save ;_;