Summery: A lot like Labyrinth movie- only with a Harry Potter twist!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Labyrinth. So Please don't sue me!!!
Ch. 2 Baby sitting
"Ginny, where on earth have you been? Well? Don't stand there in the rain, come in!"
Ginny Weasley stood soaking wet on the porch of her lopsided house. Her mother didn't
look pleased. She stood at the door with her arms crossed, staring at Ginny with a frown
on her face. Ginny made her way inside and reached up with one hand to ring out the
water from her wet hair. Her mother followed behind her and did a simple spell with her
wand to clean up the mud Ginny was bringing in.
Merlin, who had been safely tucked under Ginny's cloak to stay as dry as possible, poked
his head out. Seeing the fireplace, which was placed on the other side of the room, he
quickly flew over and landed on a chair near it to warm up.
"Oh no you don't!" Said Mrs. Weasley spotting the owl. "Ginny, put him in his cage."
"But he's cold!" Ginny protested.
"He's getting filth and yuck all over my furniture! Now go on and put him away."
"Ugh, fine." Ginny walked over and held out her arm for Merlin. The owl hesitated, still
wanting to stay by the warm fire, but reluctantly obeyed.
Mrs. Weasley pocketed her wand and looked crossly at Ginny. "Do you realize that
you're an hour late young lady?"
"Sorry." Ginny muttered while gently petting her owl.
"It's not often your father and I get a chance to go out."
"You go out all the time!"
"And I only ask you to baby sit for one night." Her mother puffed. "You told me you
didn't have any plans. Your father and I were worried about you!"
Just as she said this, a tall man with balding red hair walked into the room. He saw
Ginny. "Ah, there you are Ginny. I was wondering where you were." He said sounding
sincerely relieved she was home.
"You see?" Her mother said pointedly. "You worried your father."
"Well I guess I can't do anything right, can I?!" Ginny said, her temper rising.
So she came home late, so what? Why couldn't her mother just leave her alone?
She marched off up the stairs with Merlin, heading towards her room.
"That girl always has her head in the clouds." Mrs. Weasley said, turning towards her
husband once she heard Ginny's bedroom door shut. "Why can't she just work on her
spells, or find a boyfriend? She should have a boyfriend at this age Arthur. But no, she
has to read all those silly books. She should be doing something more productive with
her time."
"Don't worry dear," said Mr. Weasley in a calm voice, "I'll talk to her."
Ginny had just gotten Merlin put back in his cage when there was a knock at her door.
"Ginny? May I talk to you?" Her father came in.
"There's nothing really to talk about." Ginny Shrugged. She went to sit at her desk,
which was covered with dolls, makeup, books, and quills. She reached out for a tube of
shinny pink lipstick and started carefully applying it to her lips. "You better hurry." She
said. "You'll be late."
Mr. Weasley nodded. "We've already given Timmy his dinner and put him to bed.
We'll be back around midnight."
"Kay, bye." Ginny said distantly. As soon as her father left Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Wow dad, like you really wanted to talk to me." She put down the lipstick and sighed.
Although she didn't like to admit it, she would like it if her mother and father would just
talk to her once in awhile. But her mother was always nit picking and bickering. And
her father, well, that was a touchy subject.
Ginny had always been Arthur's favorite, and he spoiled her. But that was before little
Timothy Weasley was born, the newest addition to the Weasley family. With Ginny
having six older brothers, her parents just didn't have the time to pamper all of their
children. So all their energy was going into the new baby. And Ginny's father suddenly
didn't have enough time for her anymore. When her parents did have spare time, they
would go out together, and Ginny would be left home alone to baby-sit. And of course,
Ginny's brothers would never be up to baby-sitting. According to them it was a "girl"
job. They themselves were always going out as well.
There was a time when The Weasleys where too poor to afford that privilege. But now
that all of the Weasley children had become older and had their own jobs, they found
themselves going out and indulging in things they never could before. Such as buying
luxurious things and going to nice restaurants, things like that.
Ginny had gotten herself a job too, after her third year of school. Unlike the rest of her
family, Ginny enjoyed going out just to enjoy the fresh air and be alone. She did,
however, spend some of her money for things she needed. She had been able to buy
Merlin, her very own owl. And also took the time to buy herself more proper robes to
wear.
As Ginny sat thinking, something caught her eye. There was a bare spot on her desk,
where something had been before.
"Lancelot!" Ginny cried. Realizing that one of her favorite stuffed animals was missing.
"Someone has been in my room again!"
Gah! Out Of Character-ness! Molly is the nicest mom in the world! How could I do that to such a great character??? Anyway, who do you think I should make the Goblin King be? I'm trying to decide between Harry and Draco. So far I'm leaning towards Draco- but I'm still open to ideas. Your vote will count! You could vote for someone else too if you can think of someone better. Please Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Labyrinth. So Please don't sue me!!!
Ch. 2 Baby sitting
"Ginny, where on earth have you been? Well? Don't stand there in the rain, come in!"
Ginny Weasley stood soaking wet on the porch of her lopsided house. Her mother didn't
look pleased. She stood at the door with her arms crossed, staring at Ginny with a frown
on her face. Ginny made her way inside and reached up with one hand to ring out the
water from her wet hair. Her mother followed behind her and did a simple spell with her
wand to clean up the mud Ginny was bringing in.
Merlin, who had been safely tucked under Ginny's cloak to stay as dry as possible, poked
his head out. Seeing the fireplace, which was placed on the other side of the room, he
quickly flew over and landed on a chair near it to warm up.
"Oh no you don't!" Said Mrs. Weasley spotting the owl. "Ginny, put him in his cage."
"But he's cold!" Ginny protested.
"He's getting filth and yuck all over my furniture! Now go on and put him away."
"Ugh, fine." Ginny walked over and held out her arm for Merlin. The owl hesitated, still
wanting to stay by the warm fire, but reluctantly obeyed.
Mrs. Weasley pocketed her wand and looked crossly at Ginny. "Do you realize that
you're an hour late young lady?"
"Sorry." Ginny muttered while gently petting her owl.
"It's not often your father and I get a chance to go out."
"You go out all the time!"
"And I only ask you to baby sit for one night." Her mother puffed. "You told me you
didn't have any plans. Your father and I were worried about you!"
Just as she said this, a tall man with balding red hair walked into the room. He saw
Ginny. "Ah, there you are Ginny. I was wondering where you were." He said sounding
sincerely relieved she was home.
"You see?" Her mother said pointedly. "You worried your father."
"Well I guess I can't do anything right, can I?!" Ginny said, her temper rising.
So she came home late, so what? Why couldn't her mother just leave her alone?
She marched off up the stairs with Merlin, heading towards her room.
"That girl always has her head in the clouds." Mrs. Weasley said, turning towards her
husband once she heard Ginny's bedroom door shut. "Why can't she just work on her
spells, or find a boyfriend? She should have a boyfriend at this age Arthur. But no, she
has to read all those silly books. She should be doing something more productive with
her time."
"Don't worry dear," said Mr. Weasley in a calm voice, "I'll talk to her."
Ginny had just gotten Merlin put back in his cage when there was a knock at her door.
"Ginny? May I talk to you?" Her father came in.
"There's nothing really to talk about." Ginny Shrugged. She went to sit at her desk,
which was covered with dolls, makeup, books, and quills. She reached out for a tube of
shinny pink lipstick and started carefully applying it to her lips. "You better hurry." She
said. "You'll be late."
Mr. Weasley nodded. "We've already given Timmy his dinner and put him to bed.
We'll be back around midnight."
"Kay, bye." Ginny said distantly. As soon as her father left Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Wow dad, like you really wanted to talk to me." She put down the lipstick and sighed.
Although she didn't like to admit it, she would like it if her mother and father would just
talk to her once in awhile. But her mother was always nit picking and bickering. And
her father, well, that was a touchy subject.
Ginny had always been Arthur's favorite, and he spoiled her. But that was before little
Timothy Weasley was born, the newest addition to the Weasley family. With Ginny
having six older brothers, her parents just didn't have the time to pamper all of their
children. So all their energy was going into the new baby. And Ginny's father suddenly
didn't have enough time for her anymore. When her parents did have spare time, they
would go out together, and Ginny would be left home alone to baby-sit. And of course,
Ginny's brothers would never be up to baby-sitting. According to them it was a "girl"
job. They themselves were always going out as well.
There was a time when The Weasleys where too poor to afford that privilege. But now
that all of the Weasley children had become older and had their own jobs, they found
themselves going out and indulging in things they never could before. Such as buying
luxurious things and going to nice restaurants, things like that.
Ginny had gotten herself a job too, after her third year of school. Unlike the rest of her
family, Ginny enjoyed going out just to enjoy the fresh air and be alone. She did,
however, spend some of her money for things she needed. She had been able to buy
Merlin, her very own owl. And also took the time to buy herself more proper robes to
wear.
As Ginny sat thinking, something caught her eye. There was a bare spot on her desk,
where something had been before.
"Lancelot!" Ginny cried. Realizing that one of her favorite stuffed animals was missing.
"Someone has been in my room again!"
Gah! Out Of Character-ness! Molly is the nicest mom in the world! How could I do that to such a great character??? Anyway, who do you think I should make the Goblin King be? I'm trying to decide between Harry and Draco. So far I'm leaning towards Draco- but I'm still open to ideas. Your vote will count! You could vote for someone else too if you can think of someone better. Please Review!