May Dreams Save Us All

By Dranius

Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter!

Previously:

"-Why Harry, I would have hoped for a little more courtesy on your part..." said Ginny, pulling her hood up just enough to reveal her face.

"-Gin?"

"-Hello Ron."

Chapter XIII: Past and Present.

Everything went very fast, all of a sudden, Ginny was caught in a bear-hug and was being twirled around. Ironically, she noted her brother must have grown taller when more pressing matters became evident.

"Ron " she choked- " breath..."

Run stepped back, holding her at arms length, and smiling. Ginevra was shocked to discover she had cried silent tears when Ron brushed them away with his thumb.

"I missed you so much Ron..."

"Me too Ginger-snaps , me too... God, my sister's grown so beautifully... But...Azkaban?"

"Dumbledore." was her answer. "How are Mum and Dad?"

"Stressed, worried... Mum works at the Black mansion, it's became a kind of Inn for Order members and other. She loves it, but it's tiring. Dad got promoted again and he's working with the new minister. Gin, They'll be so happy to see you! Will you be at the Burrow Sunday?"

"Of course I will... But Ron, now is not the moment, you have a war on your hands and men who should be on the battle field."

Gin smiled as Ron almost saluted and pulled both his friends towards the Aurors, yelling orders. She turned to Dumbledore, smiling.

"So, what now?"

"We are going to get you a wand at Ollivander's."

Ginny stopped spinning on herself and looked at him sharply?

"Ollivander was captured by the Death Eaters when I was in my seventh year."

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled mischievously, all of a sudden it seemed to Ginny that the old man looked a lot younger, then the impression was gone. She stood tall and breathed deeply, marveling at how much Diagon Alley had changed.

"Lead the way Professor,and let us visit the missing and presumed dead, shall we?" smiled Ginny, taking his arm.

The room was dark and rather dusty, the kind of place Dumbledore loved and made Ginny sneeze. In the shadows, the old mans eerie, moon-like eyes gleamed as he filed through the wands. "Ah... the older the wizard the choosier the wand... This one maybe..."

Ginny took the wand and waved it dutifully. It backfired, throwing her back violently. "No. definitely not." said Ollivander, not seeming to bother about his fallen client. Ginny blinked, realizing she was staring at the ceiling."Ouch..." she muttered.

"Try this one."

This time Ginny didn't get a chance to touch the wand: it suddenly grew legs and wriggled out of Ollivander's hand before dashing for the relative security of the cardboard wand boxes.

"-No. Not unicorn, not phoenix... maybe some dragon heart string?"

The man disappeared in the darkness and gloom he seemed so fond of and reappeared with a dusty box, reverently opening it. "This wand is rosewood and has a dragon heart string at its core... Very particular mix..." Olivander held out the wand, and Ginny tentatively reached out and waved it. Silver and red sparks emitted from the tip as a warm wind made the papers and boxes ruffle.

"So this one has found it's master... This will be eleven galleons."

Some time later a thoughtfully spooked Ginny and a smirking Dumbledore were admiring Madam Malkin's window decorations.

Even though Ginny was happy of having finally escaped the crazy wand-man's custody, she couldn't help getting worried at the look Dumbledore was giving the socks... something lost between the deprived chocoholics' look and an anonymous diet victim caught having a cheat.

The tall redhead took a cautious steep away from him; hopping temporary madness didn't catch. 'Thought the girl just released from Azcaban...' said her ironic inner voice, sounding way too much like a certain blond Slytherin for comfort. "Don't worry Miss Weasley, I am perfectly sane as long as you are concerned.' said Dumbledore smiling brightly. ' Now we shouldn't have to wait long Miss--"

"GINEVRA!" Ginny couldn't believe her ears, could it be... "Luna?"

Both girls hugged each other warmly before taking a step back and surveying just how much their best friend had changed. Luna had grown into a tall willowy woman, so slender and delicate it seemed a gust of wind would break her; but the feeling was quickly overshadowed by the thick aura of sheer love of life and strength she possessed. Or maybe was it her eccentric style?

She was clad in a black Armani suit, pepped up with a pink tie. Her blond hair was braided with pink crystals and feathers and her eyes sparkled merrily. Ginny noted the Slytherin ring she always wore on her engagement finger was still firmly in place, the emerald snake eyes glinting in the sun light.

She felt her heart fill with joy and grinned at her best friend, remembering how she had always been there for her. Even it the most difficult of times... Especially in those...

( Platform 9 ¾ ; end of Ginny's sicth year)

Ginny watched Draco disappear, and smirked. Suddenly she felt happy for an undetermined reason. If fact the hole situation was just so strange it had to be laughed at.

So she did.

If she wouldn't allow herself to cry, she could at least laugh.

Stuffing her hand in her pockets, she struggled to keep her fit of giggles under control, failing miserably.

Something cold touched her fingers.

Surprised, Ginny clutched it, withdrawing her hand from her pocket and examined the silver ring encrusted with two emeralds witch were designed to be eyes. Serpents.

It was Draco's Slytherin ring.

Still laughing, she put it on her engagement finger and fisted her hand.

"Thank you, Dragon."

Luna silently walked besides her and put an arm around her shoulders, pulling Ginny in a hug, knowing her laughs were fake and forced, knowing Ginny didn't want to realize her laughter was an act.

"I'm sure he'll be alright..."

"I know Luna...' she said calmly, but the laughter had died and her voice cracked lightly, ' But—this—I feel so selfish— I don't want him to leave me... I don't want him to be a nameless face in the midst of our stupid war..."

Ginevras' resolve crumpled and what she pretended was a hearty laughter was lost as her cries finally broke loose and she wept, clutching her friend like unto dear life. "I don't want him to die... please ye gods... please... don't be so cruel... please..."

After their last year in Hogwarts, both girls moved into a flat near Diagon Alley, as Luna took up to being a journalist, endlessly slashing at the ministry and more often than not taking care of the Quibbler; Ginny studied to be a Mentalist and traveled around the world with her master for three years.

When she came back she was one of the youngest and most talented Mentalists of her era. But sadly, her profession, even if it was not outlawed, was considered by Most like Dark Magic. But Ginny didn't care:after all she had chosen to be like this. And Draco had warned her. Even if indirectly.

' She browsed for a certain blood-stained book named 'Mentalisme, telekinesis and Mental issues' in Draco's personal library ...

"-It's yours now."

"-Really?"

Asked Ginny dying to have the precious thing but not quite sure he was serious. Draco took the time to spell his hair dry before replying;

"-If you want it, but be careful, it's not a very popular book amongst you 'good guys'."

Maybe her profession had everything to do with her imprisonment. Or that was what most liked to think; for you didn't end up in the high security quarters of Azcaban for nothing.

Ginny had been to Japan, were they had called in for her services in order to interrogate a terrorist. She should have stayed for a week, but the man's mind was feeble and easy to break. And she also wanted to surprise her fiancé. After all they were about to get married in one month's time.

Only, when she apparated in his flat, she found clothes strewn on the flood.

Some were not his. The others were certainly not hers.

Ginny took out her wand and slowly used it to lift a thong at eye level, her smile was gone now, and her sensible ears had picked up strange sounds coming from down the hall.

Were his room was.

Now Ginny was positively livid. She stalked down to his room as swiftly kicked his door open. He was there, right between his secretaries thighs, looking at her like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I swear this is not what you think."

Ginny blinked, registering his words. Then she lost her temper, as well as the control of her powers. The sheer blast of magic and mental power was channeled straight at the couple.

Ginny had fled the secretary's screams ringing in her ears. She apparated in her and Luna's flat, throwing herself in the puzzled blonds arms, crying bitterly.

The next weeks of trial were horrid. The jury was merciless, the fear of Dark Magic rising at the news from the battle field was whispered from ear to ear, phobia and panic slowly spreading, like a disease.

She was life-sentenced to prison for the murder of her fiancé and for mentally incapacitating the secretary. All that time, Luna was right besides her, publishing scorching articles about the jury, or merely holding her hand.

An.

Voila. Don't hate me!

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