centerYou were all by yourself,
Looking up at a dark gray sky
I was changed
In places no one would find,
All your feelings so deep inside,
It was then that I realized that forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry. . ./center
Chapter one: The end of summer
Ahhh breathed a very content Ginny Weasley, almost the end of the summer. Finally back to school. I shall see my friends again. She had been looking forward to the beginning of the school year for a while, because, sure the "Dream Team" was great to hang out with, but Ginny longed for people who wouldn't switch the topic of the discussion as soon as she entered the room. It wasn't as if she didn't know what they were talking about, her room, after all, was directly under Ron's and that led to her being able to hear them through the vents, she didn't even have to try. Still, she was also way over her crush on Harry, she realized that it really hadn't been a crush at all, merely a fond admiration for the person who had saved her life. She was deeply grateful, but not in love.
The School Year Begins
(In the Great Hall) "And the reason that our feast shall be extra long is that." Here Dumbledore paused in his speech. "Everyone, from Second Year onward shall be resorted. The main reason behind this is that we need less inter-house problems. You all know that the war on Voldemort has recommenced and we need to be united or we shall FALL." The last few words rang out above the complete silence of the hall, people looked at each other, some in shock, many of the Slytherins in smug approval of their side. the "Dream Team" looked at Dumbledore complete blind trust shining in their eyes, as anything that their headmaster did got their complete approval. Ginny was surprised yet glad, she hoped to be transferred because she found Gryffindors way too favoured and longed to see the school from another perspective.
A very perplexed Draco Malfoy stared at his headmaster with many zany thoughts running through his head not the least of which were: 'Oh my god what if I got transferred into Gryffindor, my father would kill me!!!' And also 'I wonder who will get transferred into Slytherin?'
The resorting began, the first few years were quite fast, with not many people changing houses, they then arrived at the sixth years. Ginny was called. "I always did think that you should be resorted," said the hat in Ginny's " You would do well in SLYTHERIN!!!" Silence, utter and complete, until "NO WAY!! No way will I let my baby sister go to that house of. I assure you, Mr. Weasley, she will be well taken care of," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as if either he knew something they didn't or else he was just astonished at what Ron had almost said. Ginny returned to the Gryffindor table. The sorting continued with few other notable changes, namely, Colin Creevey being transferred to Slytherin, much to Ginny's delight, and Neville Longbottom, from Gryffindor to Hufflepuff, because of his amazing talents in Herbology.
Their things already shipped off to the Slytherin dormitories; Colin and Ginny made their way to the Slytherin dungeons. Ginny was no longer looking forward to the move, even though it had begun. She had just realized that she, a Weasley, and a Gryffindor, which she really couldn't say anymore as all her robes had been changed, was going to the Slytherin Dungeon, and willingly at that.
Draco Malfoy received a letter from his father a mere few minutes after the festivities had ended. He knew that there was at the minimum one informant in the school, most likely in Slytherin but cared little. He did not need to worry what his father would hear.
The letter read as such:
Draco,
Congratulations on remaining a Slytherin, glad to see that you still uphold the family name in some respects.
I see the Weasley child was sorted into Slytherin, never thought the house could stoop so low. Yet at the very least, they are still pureblooded, besides much proof on the contrary. Watch her, I think we can convert her to our side. Keep up your marks and do try to win a Quidditch match against Gryffindor this year, I'm beginning to think you may not be good enough. I shall perhaps have to retract you from the team.
Luscious
Draco sighed and rolled the parchment back up. Would his father ever understand that he did not want to become a Death Eater, having to serve whomever they may be serving. He had always been told that Malfoys served no one, no one but the Dark Lord. Draco had seen his father beg for many things at the hands of the Dark Lord, and Draco had no wish to do so himself, especially someone who had been defeated by an infant. He was quite sick of his father's undying loyalty to the "Moldy lord Voldy." His father no longer had any emotions other then hate. His mother, on the other hand, was a totally different story. She was yet full of love. She hid it well from Luscious. She tended Draco when Luscious beat him, had gotten him singing and guitar lessons. His father had of course put a stop to the singing the moment he found out about it, he didn't want Draco indulging in such muggle-ish activities. Draco had made sure he never found out about the guitar lessons. He was an amazing musician, and could play anything, and sing along with it. Most of the time. He started thinking of Ginny and her friend, the kid who photographed. She was a Weasley, yes, but a pretty Weasley. He didn't want to convert her; he knew what the Dark Lord did to pretty little girls. He also knew that the "light side" needed all the help it could get, and a world ruled by the Dark Lord would not be amusing, so he would help, in his own small way, by keeping her on the good side. He could not openly go against his father's wishes, but he resolved to help her in private.
Looking up at a dark gray sky
I was changed
In places no one would find,
All your feelings so deep inside,
It was then that I realized that forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry. . ./center
Chapter one: The end of summer
Ahhh breathed a very content Ginny Weasley, almost the end of the summer. Finally back to school. I shall see my friends again. She had been looking forward to the beginning of the school year for a while, because, sure the "Dream Team" was great to hang out with, but Ginny longed for people who wouldn't switch the topic of the discussion as soon as she entered the room. It wasn't as if she didn't know what they were talking about, her room, after all, was directly under Ron's and that led to her being able to hear them through the vents, she didn't even have to try. Still, she was also way over her crush on Harry, she realized that it really hadn't been a crush at all, merely a fond admiration for the person who had saved her life. She was deeply grateful, but not in love.
The School Year Begins
(In the Great Hall) "And the reason that our feast shall be extra long is that." Here Dumbledore paused in his speech. "Everyone, from Second Year onward shall be resorted. The main reason behind this is that we need less inter-house problems. You all know that the war on Voldemort has recommenced and we need to be united or we shall FALL." The last few words rang out above the complete silence of the hall, people looked at each other, some in shock, many of the Slytherins in smug approval of their side. the "Dream Team" looked at Dumbledore complete blind trust shining in their eyes, as anything that their headmaster did got their complete approval. Ginny was surprised yet glad, she hoped to be transferred because she found Gryffindors way too favoured and longed to see the school from another perspective.
A very perplexed Draco Malfoy stared at his headmaster with many zany thoughts running through his head not the least of which were: 'Oh my god what if I got transferred into Gryffindor, my father would kill me!!!' And also 'I wonder who will get transferred into Slytherin?'
The resorting began, the first few years were quite fast, with not many people changing houses, they then arrived at the sixth years. Ginny was called. "I always did think that you should be resorted," said the hat in Ginny's " You would do well in SLYTHERIN!!!" Silence, utter and complete, until "NO WAY!! No way will I let my baby sister go to that house of. I assure you, Mr. Weasley, she will be well taken care of," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as if either he knew something they didn't or else he was just astonished at what Ron had almost said. Ginny returned to the Gryffindor table. The sorting continued with few other notable changes, namely, Colin Creevey being transferred to Slytherin, much to Ginny's delight, and Neville Longbottom, from Gryffindor to Hufflepuff, because of his amazing talents in Herbology.
Their things already shipped off to the Slytherin dormitories; Colin and Ginny made their way to the Slytherin dungeons. Ginny was no longer looking forward to the move, even though it had begun. She had just realized that she, a Weasley, and a Gryffindor, which she really couldn't say anymore as all her robes had been changed, was going to the Slytherin Dungeon, and willingly at that.
Draco Malfoy received a letter from his father a mere few minutes after the festivities had ended. He knew that there was at the minimum one informant in the school, most likely in Slytherin but cared little. He did not need to worry what his father would hear.
The letter read as such:
Draco,
Congratulations on remaining a Slytherin, glad to see that you still uphold the family name in some respects.
I see the Weasley child was sorted into Slytherin, never thought the house could stoop so low. Yet at the very least, they are still pureblooded, besides much proof on the contrary. Watch her, I think we can convert her to our side. Keep up your marks and do try to win a Quidditch match against Gryffindor this year, I'm beginning to think you may not be good enough. I shall perhaps have to retract you from the team.
Luscious
Draco sighed and rolled the parchment back up. Would his father ever understand that he did not want to become a Death Eater, having to serve whomever they may be serving. He had always been told that Malfoys served no one, no one but the Dark Lord. Draco had seen his father beg for many things at the hands of the Dark Lord, and Draco had no wish to do so himself, especially someone who had been defeated by an infant. He was quite sick of his father's undying loyalty to the "Moldy lord Voldy." His father no longer had any emotions other then hate. His mother, on the other hand, was a totally different story. She was yet full of love. She hid it well from Luscious. She tended Draco when Luscious beat him, had gotten him singing and guitar lessons. His father had of course put a stop to the singing the moment he found out about it, he didn't want Draco indulging in such muggle-ish activities. Draco had made sure he never found out about the guitar lessons. He was an amazing musician, and could play anything, and sing along with it. Most of the time. He started thinking of Ginny and her friend, the kid who photographed. She was a Weasley, yes, but a pretty Weasley. He didn't want to convert her; he knew what the Dark Lord did to pretty little girls. He also knew that the "light side" needed all the help it could get, and a world ruled by the Dark Lord would not be amusing, so he would help, in his own small way, by keeping her on the good side. He could not openly go against his father's wishes, but he resolved to help her in private.