Authors note: This is my first ever fic, so please review. And feel free to
flame me, I'll learn nothing from compliments, so tell me if you hate it,
and tell me how I could make it better. But don't be cruel. Oh, and its
PG13 because of references later on.
Disclaimer: Its not mine. None of it. Billywigs, platform 9 ¾, Lily Potter, etc. They all belong to someone else.
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Ginny wrestled with her suitcase as she stepped through the barrier to platform 9 ¾. The twins had put a spell on all the suitcases so that they would try to escape.
Ron stepped through the barrier after her, but the concentration it took caused him to loosen his grip on the suitcase handle, and it wrenched away from him, skittered across the platform and knocked over Draco Malfoy.
Ginny silently cheered for that, as the suitcase slid swiftly away from the fuming Malfoy. Ron dropped Pig's cage and sprinted after the bag, followed by Mr and Mrs Weasley.
Ginny squeezed the handle of her own battered suitcase and dragged it in the opposite direction to the way it wanted to go. She saw Harry standing with two people, a man and a woman, his own suitcase lying obediently at his feet.
Ginny went over to say hello, but she stopped. The people weren't the Dursleys
"Be good Harry." The woman warned loudly. Ginny saw Harry's cheeks colour in embarrassment.
"I will, Mum." He assured her, his voice low so no one could hear him.
"Okay." She said, brushing some invisible lint off the shoulder of his robes. "Now, you remember to do your homework on time, and be respectful to your teachers, and don't hang around that horrid Slytherin, he's a bad influence. And practice your Quidditch every day, and please don't forget to polish your equipment regularly, you want to keep that new telescope in good condition, it has to last until seventh year-"
"Lily." The man silenced her with a laugh. "Harry'll be fine. He's a good boy." He laid an arm across her shoulders.
"I know James. But this is such an important year, with his exams just around the corner, and all his extra responsibilities as prefect."
"He'll do just fine. And don't forget to leave yourself time to have some fun. Play some pranks on Snape for me." The man said, ruffling Harry's already messy hair.
"James, don't encourage him." The woman chided.
"Oh, he knows right from wrong Lily. Let's go." He turned and led her away. As they passed, Lily turned and smiled at Ginny. "Hello dear." She said warmly, her green eyes sparkling. Ginny's eyes widened. Those eyes. Those eyes were exactly like the ones Ginny had drawn n her schoolbooks when she wasn't listening in class. Just like the ones she had daydreamed about over the summer. The eyes she had written a poem about in her first year.
She had Harry's eyes.
She could only be.
Lily Potter.
Ginny's hands flew to her mouth and she backed up quickly. "You.you.you." she stammered.
"What's wrong dear?" Lily asked, her expression concerned. "Have I sprouted horns again?" she ran her fingers through her lovely red hair.
"No, mum. You look beautiful. What's wrong, Ginny?" Harry asked, frowning at her.
"She.she.she." Ginny attempted to form words, pointing at Lily, unable to explain.
"We're going to be late Lily." James said uncomfortably, staring at Ginny.
"Hey, why is Ron's suitcase flinging itself against the barrier?" Hermione asked, walking up with her cat in her arms. "Hi, Mr and Mrs Potter."
Ginny turned. Ron's suitcase was desperately trying to break through the barrier. She turned to look at Hermione. Why wasn't she surprised to see Lily and James?
Ron's suitcase gave one last giant heave. It slammed against the wall, and its ancient seams burst. Ron's clothes flew everywhere. He scrambled after the scattered items, his face scarlet with embarrassment.
Lavender poked a pair of briefs with dancing teddies that cavorted and tumbled across the fabric with her toe. "Very fashionable Ron." She said dryly, a look of distaste on her face.
Ginny leaned her head against the cool glass of the train window. Hermione sat across from her, absorbed in 'Rare Herbs and Fruits of Lesotho.' Harry was telling Ron about a trip around Australia he had taken with his parents over the summer holiday.
Ginny kept sneaking glances over at Harry, who was insisting that he had seen an Antipodean Opaleye Dragon when they visited the Hunter valley.
"That's bull. Hagrid said that they live in New Zealand." Ron said.
"Weren't you listening that day, Ron?" Hermione asked. "Or were you too busy staring at Lavender? Opaleyes have turned up in Australia."
Ron smiled and took Hermione's hand. "As if I'd stare at her when I can stare at you."
"I didn't just see that." Ginny whispered to herself.
"Look at this." Harry said, changing the subject by pulling out a glass jar. Inside was a blue insect.
"A billywig!" Hermione cried in delight.
"Let's get it to sting Malfoy." Ron suggested.
"We can't. Hagrid wants it for a class. Hopefully he'll demonstrate its effects on a Slytherin." Harry said, putting the jar on the table.
"How'd you get it?" Hermione asked.
"I traded a whole bag of dungbombs for it. I met a really nice witch in Sydney, who had all sorts of cool stuff."
"A girl?" Ginny asked sharply.
"No Ginny. A male witch." Ron said sarcastically.
Ginny doodled idly in her Defense Against the dark Arts book. I love Harry. Ginny Potter. I luv Harry P. GW 4 HP.
"Who do you think the new DADA teacher will be?" Alissa Macateer asked her.
Ginny shrugged. "I'm surprised that they haven't cancelled the class. It's a jinx."
Alissa nodded. "I wonder what will happen to this one?"
"Maybe he's a keeper." Ginny said. "We eventually have to get one who'll stay for more than one year."
The new professor arrived fifteen minutes late, puffed and apologetic. "Sorry kids." He wheezed. "I got lost in a secret passage. This place is just as much of a maze as it was when I was here as a student."
He turned and wrote his name on the blackboard, and a chill ran down Ginny's spine.
He learned her darkest secrets. He mocked her. He tried to kill her.
Now he was going to teach her.
Professor Tom Riddle.
Disclaimer: Its not mine. None of it. Billywigs, platform 9 ¾, Lily Potter, etc. They all belong to someone else.
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Ginny wrestled with her suitcase as she stepped through the barrier to platform 9 ¾. The twins had put a spell on all the suitcases so that they would try to escape.
Ron stepped through the barrier after her, but the concentration it took caused him to loosen his grip on the suitcase handle, and it wrenched away from him, skittered across the platform and knocked over Draco Malfoy.
Ginny silently cheered for that, as the suitcase slid swiftly away from the fuming Malfoy. Ron dropped Pig's cage and sprinted after the bag, followed by Mr and Mrs Weasley.
Ginny squeezed the handle of her own battered suitcase and dragged it in the opposite direction to the way it wanted to go. She saw Harry standing with two people, a man and a woman, his own suitcase lying obediently at his feet.
Ginny went over to say hello, but she stopped. The people weren't the Dursleys
"Be good Harry." The woman warned loudly. Ginny saw Harry's cheeks colour in embarrassment.
"I will, Mum." He assured her, his voice low so no one could hear him.
"Okay." She said, brushing some invisible lint off the shoulder of his robes. "Now, you remember to do your homework on time, and be respectful to your teachers, and don't hang around that horrid Slytherin, he's a bad influence. And practice your Quidditch every day, and please don't forget to polish your equipment regularly, you want to keep that new telescope in good condition, it has to last until seventh year-"
"Lily." The man silenced her with a laugh. "Harry'll be fine. He's a good boy." He laid an arm across her shoulders.
"I know James. But this is such an important year, with his exams just around the corner, and all his extra responsibilities as prefect."
"He'll do just fine. And don't forget to leave yourself time to have some fun. Play some pranks on Snape for me." The man said, ruffling Harry's already messy hair.
"James, don't encourage him." The woman chided.
"Oh, he knows right from wrong Lily. Let's go." He turned and led her away. As they passed, Lily turned and smiled at Ginny. "Hello dear." She said warmly, her green eyes sparkling. Ginny's eyes widened. Those eyes. Those eyes were exactly like the ones Ginny had drawn n her schoolbooks when she wasn't listening in class. Just like the ones she had daydreamed about over the summer. The eyes she had written a poem about in her first year.
She had Harry's eyes.
She could only be.
Lily Potter.
Ginny's hands flew to her mouth and she backed up quickly. "You.you.you." she stammered.
"What's wrong dear?" Lily asked, her expression concerned. "Have I sprouted horns again?" she ran her fingers through her lovely red hair.
"No, mum. You look beautiful. What's wrong, Ginny?" Harry asked, frowning at her.
"She.she.she." Ginny attempted to form words, pointing at Lily, unable to explain.
"We're going to be late Lily." James said uncomfortably, staring at Ginny.
"Hey, why is Ron's suitcase flinging itself against the barrier?" Hermione asked, walking up with her cat in her arms. "Hi, Mr and Mrs Potter."
Ginny turned. Ron's suitcase was desperately trying to break through the barrier. She turned to look at Hermione. Why wasn't she surprised to see Lily and James?
Ron's suitcase gave one last giant heave. It slammed against the wall, and its ancient seams burst. Ron's clothes flew everywhere. He scrambled after the scattered items, his face scarlet with embarrassment.
Lavender poked a pair of briefs with dancing teddies that cavorted and tumbled across the fabric with her toe. "Very fashionable Ron." She said dryly, a look of distaste on her face.
Ginny leaned her head against the cool glass of the train window. Hermione sat across from her, absorbed in 'Rare Herbs and Fruits of Lesotho.' Harry was telling Ron about a trip around Australia he had taken with his parents over the summer holiday.
Ginny kept sneaking glances over at Harry, who was insisting that he had seen an Antipodean Opaleye Dragon when they visited the Hunter valley.
"That's bull. Hagrid said that they live in New Zealand." Ron said.
"Weren't you listening that day, Ron?" Hermione asked. "Or were you too busy staring at Lavender? Opaleyes have turned up in Australia."
Ron smiled and took Hermione's hand. "As if I'd stare at her when I can stare at you."
"I didn't just see that." Ginny whispered to herself.
"Look at this." Harry said, changing the subject by pulling out a glass jar. Inside was a blue insect.
"A billywig!" Hermione cried in delight.
"Let's get it to sting Malfoy." Ron suggested.
"We can't. Hagrid wants it for a class. Hopefully he'll demonstrate its effects on a Slytherin." Harry said, putting the jar on the table.
"How'd you get it?" Hermione asked.
"I traded a whole bag of dungbombs for it. I met a really nice witch in Sydney, who had all sorts of cool stuff."
"A girl?" Ginny asked sharply.
"No Ginny. A male witch." Ron said sarcastically.
Ginny doodled idly in her Defense Against the dark Arts book. I love Harry. Ginny Potter. I luv Harry P. GW 4 HP.
"Who do you think the new DADA teacher will be?" Alissa Macateer asked her.
Ginny shrugged. "I'm surprised that they haven't cancelled the class. It's a jinx."
Alissa nodded. "I wonder what will happen to this one?"
"Maybe he's a keeper." Ginny said. "We eventually have to get one who'll stay for more than one year."
The new professor arrived fifteen minutes late, puffed and apologetic. "Sorry kids." He wheezed. "I got lost in a secret passage. This place is just as much of a maze as it was when I was here as a student."
He turned and wrote his name on the blackboard, and a chill ran down Ginny's spine.
He learned her darkest secrets. He mocked her. He tried to kill her.
Now he was going to teach her.
Professor Tom Riddle.