New Magic
Author's Notes: This happens right after GoF as most of my Harry Potter books are. I'm going to start doing ones about what happens right after Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix as soon as it comes out.. so on and so on... This story's about Ginny drinking a potion accidentally and becoming a fae as well as a witch, it's also about Voldemort coming back to power.
Disclaimer: Of course the characters are J.K. Rowlings except for a few I made up, but that's what a fanfic is anyway.
Chapter 1
Home Again, Gone Again
"I see your school didn't decide to let you stay?" Uncle Vernon said sternly. Harry sighed, Looks like I'm due for another long summer with the Dursley's he thought.
"No I can't.." Harry replied sighing again. He looked out the window, the trees rushed past, but then a little owl appeared, it flew upside down and spiraled like it was out of control. It finally managed to fly through the car window and drop its letter onto Harry's lap. Harry recognized it as Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl. He opened the letter quietly, Uncle Vernon was looking murderously at the small owl and Harry didn't want his uncle to remember the owl was there because of him.
The letter read:
Harry turn back now!!! Dad says he got 3 tickets to wizard camp for free from work. I went there once when I was eight it's awesome!!! He said to tell you this, bring all your Hogwarts stuff!!! O and Hermione says hi.
Ron
"Um.. Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked weakly, wondering if this was the best idea. It probably isn't a weary voice in his head said. Another replied confidently I could always bring up Sirius, if I need to.
"Yes." Uncle Vernon said through pursed lips. He glared, he knew Harry had the weapon of his dangerous, murderer Godfather.
"I just got a message from Ron, he wants me to go to wiz... I mean summer camp with him. I'd be gone all summer but we have to meet him back at Kings Cross station." Harry waited, he always wondered how any man's veins could throb as big as Uncle Vernon's did, or how his face turned almost purple when he was mad.
"I suppose if I don't your godfather will hear about it?" Uncle Vernon snapped, his veins throbbing and his face turning close to purple.
"I might mention it." Harry said trying to sound innocent. Uncle Vernon growled and made a U-turn with a loud screech of the tires. Pigwidgeon toppled over at the sudden jerk of the car. Harry chuckled and quickly wrote on the back of the envelope:
On my way. Wait for me.
Harry
Harry tied the envelope to Pigwidgeon. The little owl chirped happily. It ruffled it's feathers cutely then flew out the window. Hedwig grunted in disapproval from her cage.
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"Okay pull it out on the count of three. 1...2...3.." Harry panted as they unloaded his trunk. It slid out easily, but landed on Ron's foot. He swore loudly until Harry managed to drag it off.
Later, after a little more swearing, sweating, dragging, and hefting they were finally ready to go. This time their mode of transportation was a brand new red car. Harry remembered Mr. Weasley, Ron's dad, used to have a turquoise car that he had enchanted to fly. Harry had a sneaking suspicion this one had some magic in it as well, or they wouldn't have been able to fit so much stuff and people into it.
"Earlier the muggle police found a muggle family dead. We've found out somehow one of their juice cartons was filled with a dark magic potion. Were trying to find out if it's an instant kill or isn't supposed to be taken by muggles. It took almost all night to do all the memory charms needed. It also gave me a year's worth of paper work.." Mr. Weasley sighed when they began to pull out from King's Cross station. Within minutes Fred and George Weasley were snoring. Ginny fell asleep a few minutes later. Hermione followed. Ron dozed off soon after.
Harry felt a little tired himself. He was moving his head into proper sleeping position when Ginny's head lulled onto his shoulder. For some reason he didn't shove her off like he might normally. She looks older and more mature than I remember her, prettier too. Harry thought silently. He rolled into a comfortable position. Ron blinked open his eyes and smiled at Hermione who had been up for awhile. They had both noticed Harry's hand holding Ginny's.
Harry was shaken awake by Ginny "Harry would you like to play quidditch?" she asked smiling. Harry yawned and then nodded. As he stepped out of the car he felt like flying.
"A great day for quidditch!" He mused as he followed Ginny to the empty field that was behind the Burrow.
"Morning sleepy. Have a good dream?" Ron sniggered from his broomstick a few feet above Harry. Ginny's face turned red, but less than usual, Harry noticed. She ran into a little shed that stood by the back of the Burrow which Harry had never noticed before. She came out a few seconds later and held Harry's Firebolt in her right hand, a Cleansweep 7 in the left. She blushed a little redder when she handed the broomstick to Harry. Probably because I have a Firebolt. he thought. He hoped the money he gave George and Fred might be spent on new broomsticks for Ron and Ginny.
"Hey how 'bout we switch broomsticks every once and awhile? I wanna see what the Cleansweeps are like, if that's okay"
"Hey where'd you get that Gin.." Ron was cut off by Hermione ramming into him.
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"Sorry so sorry" Hermione squealed. They we're back in the house. Mrs. Weasley wasn't as good at mending bones as the Hogwarts school nurse, Mrs. Pomfrey, but she fixed Ron's broken wrist up easily. Hermione and Harry just stood in the background watching.
"If you need our help Mrs. Weasley be sure to ask." Hermione said with an ashamed look on her face.
"It's okay dear. All better." Mrs. Weasley said standing up. "Now ask your father to fix up that broom. You should know by now I can't do it." Mrs. Weasley was referring to the broom Ron had been using. When Hermione had crashed it had snapped in two, but Ron was acting good naturedly to it. That was a shock.
"It's okay Hermione. I'm fine, your fine, and my dad can fix the broom. Don't cry. Hey where's Gin.." Ron yet again was cut off while talking, this time it was from his jaw dropping in shock. Ginny Weasley had just walked in carrying a broom. It could of passed as a Firebolt. She handed it to Ron.
"I thought Mr. Weasley was at work." Hermione finally asked when nobody seemed to be able to. They all were too busy admiring the broom.
Beaming Ginny replied "I did it with some help from Percy. It was my fault for distracting you." She ran out embarrassed before Ron could even of said thank you. Harry read the side of the broom, instead of Cleansweep 5 it read:
LIGHTNINGBOLT 2000
Harry felt his face flush. Ginny had wrote the first thing to come to her head that might sound like Firebolt. Of course that thing was Harry. Ron thought O Harry get a clue. She'd make a Harry Potter fanclub even if you were just an average wizard.
All of a sudden a loud surprised scream entered the room. "Ginny!" Ron, Hermione, and Harry all said at the same time. Harry, closely followed by Hermione and Ron, ran, his robe flying behind him. Oh no oh no. Harry thought when he saw Ginny sprawled across the kitchen floor, a cup in her hand.
"Ginny," Ron said faintly. Then he screamed. "MUM!!!" Mrs. Weasley rushed in from the back door.
"Ron what.. Ginny..." Mrs. Weasley walked over and crouched by her daughter. She put her want to Ginny's wrist. In a few seconds it gave two green sparks. "She's alright, but something's wrong." She got up, gently laying Ginny back on the ground.
"Mrs. Weasley I think I know what's wrong." Hermione gulped and lifted up the carton of juice which it seemed Ginny used. On the bottom it said "PROPERTY OF MINISTRY OF MAGIC". "Mr. Weasley said it killed a whole muggle family."
"She's alright mum? She's okay?" Ron gasped weakly. Ginny looked dead, but Mrs. Weasley nodded. Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder in what he thought was a comforting way.
"Oh this is all my fault. I thought you're dad had bought it for us because we were running out. I never thought twice about it seeming half full. I took it out of the car before he left." Mrs. Weasley stifled between big sobs. Hermione looked at Ron, as though she wanted to say something. "I'm going to your father's office this instant!" With that said she disapparated.
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George and Fred were not their usual cheery selves as they paced outside Ron's room, where Ginny was being inspected by a wizard doctor. Ron sat on the stairs, Harry and Hermione on either side of him.
"She'll be alright don't ya think?" Ron asked for almost the 50th time. Hermione squeezed his arm in a reassuring way. Harry nodded, he looked almost as pale as Ron. The door opened to everybody's surprise, and a short black haired women walked out.
"She is okay for now. If she doesn't wake up in a few days give me a call won't you?" The women asked to Mr. Weasley who had followed her out.
"Of course Ms. Laverwurt. Thank you for making a house call on such sudden notice" Mr. Weasley exclaimed as though the lady had done open heart surgery on sudden notice. The women nodded and disapparated. Mr. Weasley turned to the others. "She's okay, but I think we should skip wizard camp. Is that okay everyone?" They all nodded. "I think we all should have a good night's sleep."
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"Um I don't understand." Ginny said. She was sitting in an unfamiliar flowery glade. She didn't know how she had gotten there, all she knew was she was talking to some a girl that she couldn't see.
"You weren't supposed to drink that. Neither were the muggle family. I'm afraid something terrible will happen to you all because of my carelessness." The voice said from nowhere. It sounded and concerned and upset, like something terrible was happening. "You have to leave. Somebody's trying to wake you up."
"So this is just a dream? It isn't real? Why can't I see you?" Ginny rushed. She didn't want to leave yet. She was confused, but she also could here a tinge of loneliness in the invisible voice. Ginny wanted to help her, or at least find more about her.
"It's a dream, but it's real. I don't have enough time to explain. You will see me soon enough, you'll recognize me the second you see me. That's all I can tell you now. That's all... except... make sure you go to Diagon alley! It's very important!" The voice replied, and finished the second before Ginny was knocked awake by Harry and Ron.
"Ginny, you sleep walked here. I followed you and I guess Ron followed me. Are you alright?" Harry stuttered, his face pale as the moon. Ginny nodded dully and, with help from Ron, stood up.
"There was a girl. I couldn't see her. I think she needs my help. She said," Ginny kept pausing as she talked. She stopped when she was abut to tell what the girl had said about Diagon alley. For some reason she decided to keep it secret. "She said, I'd meet her in real life." Every started talking to each other about what it meant, all except Harry. He just stared at Ginny, he knew she had left something out.