Chapter 11

"What are you talking about, Ginny?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Don't call me that." Gwynny said, through clenched teeth.

"Uh, right." Hermione said, "Whatever."

"I need to see Dumbledore." Gwynny insisted.

"What's the matter, Ginny?" Ron asked, coming into the room, but it wasn't Ron, at least not Gwynny's Ron. He had blue eyes, not hazel. This was her uncle!!!

"I just do, Ron." Gwynny said, sighing. She wished she were at home, and that her father was here.

"Hey Gin." Someone said, walking in, "Feeling better?" It was her Dad!!!

~*~

"What do you mean, you can't find Gwynny?" Ginny cried.

"Just that, we can't find her." Danni said miserably.

"She's not here." Kati added.

"They," Ron shot them a dirty look, "Forgot to read the fine print!"

"Now just a second!" Kati cried out, "You were there too! And you didn't do anything either!"

"Stop it, both of you." Harry commanded, causing Ginny to smile at him. Even when their child was missing, he still managed to keep his cool. "We're going to sort this out. So, you're saying that she could be anywhere in time?"

"Yes, anywhere." Danni said despondently.

"Well, then, the first thing we have to do is figure out where she'd be the safest." Harry said reasonably.

"With you."  Kati and Ginny said in unison. Harry looked at them in shock, and Ginny forced herself not to slap him, he was so stupid sometimes.

"What? How do you figure that?" He asked.

"Honestly, sometimes you're so thick, Uncle Harry." Danni huffed, sounding exactly like her mother. "You defeated You-Know-Voldie, didn't you?"

"Uh, You-Know-Voldie?" Ginny asked, trying not to bust out laughing.

"Well, Mum hates me to say You-Know-Who, but Dad hates me to say Voldemort, so I'm compromising." Danni said defensively. Ginny and Harry did laugh at that, before becoming serious again.

"Right, well, if the safest place for Gwynny is with me," Harry began, "We'll just have to try and find out what year Gwynny was sent to. She's going to have a bit of trouble, no matter what year, after all, if she's sent to the first," Here Harry shuddered, "But if she's sent to any of the others, she won't know what to do, work-wise." Ginny nodded, then, suddenly, shook her head.

"She could have been sent to the future as well. We don't know. And, according to this writing," Ginny consulted the page, "Not only can the subject if protection be sent anywhere in time, they can also be anyone. The subject cannot be in their own body, for reasons best left unknown-"

"Meaning they don't know-" Kati interrupted scornfully,

"-But they shall be put into the body which most resembles their own. While there, they shall share the body with the soul of the rightful owner, although they have complete control. They also have the memories of the original soul to help them. When the intruder leaves, they take all memories of their intrusion with them."

"Damn." Harry said, "That means if it happened in the past, we won't know, because we won't remember." Ginny nodded sadly, and Harry hugged her.

~*~

Gwynny lay in the Hospital Wing that night, the things the she and Professor Dumbledore had said running through her mind. She'd told him where she came from, who her parents were, and why she thought she was here. (Actually she had no idea, but she couldn't tell him that.) He'd told her that she should keep up the pretence of being Ginny Weasley. Oh well, at least she knew that her Mum and Dad hadn't started going out until her mother's 6th year, and it was only the 5th. She wasn't sure how she knew what year it was, but she did, so that was that. Gwynny would have been worried about her lessons, but she had a strange feeling that she'd know what to do, so she pushed that aside, glad to have one less thing to worry about. Now all she had to do was to pretend to be her mother. It wouldn't be too hard, even the circumstances were the same, her and her mother were both the youngest in their respective families, both babied, and both hated it. She even liked stealing socks like her mother. So she really had nothing to worry about. Why, then, was there this niggling feeling in the back of her mind that she'd forgotten something?

***

Gwynny, Or rather I guess I'm Ginny, now. She thought wryly, made her way down to the Great Hall the next day. She walked over to where her father, uncle, and aunt were sitting, deep in thought. She sat down, and helped herself to some toast. She was absently spreading honey on it, when Uncle Ron noticed she was there.

"Get lost, Ginny." He snapped.

"Hmm?" Gwynny looked up from her plate, and her new 20/20 vision landed on Uncle Ron. "What?"

"Go away, just because we came to visit you doesn't mean we want to talk to you." Her uncle hissed.

"And I care, why?" Gwynny asked, raising an eyebrow. She knew her odd eye-colour was rather frightening, after all, how many people could boast that overnight their eyes changed from chocolate brown to emerald green? All three of the Dream Team, as Gwynny had heard them being referred as, were obviously surprised by this statement. The must have expected me to run off in tears. Gwynny reflected. She was rather enjoying her new 'don't care' attitude, and she wasn't going to give it up for her uncle. She'd decided while entombed in Malfoy Manor that life was too short, and she was never going to get anywhere by being shy, so why not try to be bold?

"Virginia." An aristocratic voice drawled. I recognise that voice. Gwynny thought in horror. She turned around, and smiled at Draco Malfoy coolly, at the same time realising what it was she'd forgotten. Although her mother had never had a crush on Draco, in her 5th year, she'd gone out with him to try and make Harry jealous. Personally, Gwynny didn't know how she could stand being touched by the filthy piece of blonde scum.

"Draco." She greeted him coldly. "I've been meaning to speak to you about something."

"Oh?" One blonde eyebrow arched. "Perhaps we should go somewhere more private." Gwynny resisted the urge to shudder, and to slap him.

"No, I think here is fine." She countered. "I just want to say…I don't think this relationship is working out, and we're better as friends, acquaintances, or worst enemies. Whichever one you want, it doesn't really bother me." She enjoyed the stunned gasps coming from the whole Gryffindor table, and the shock in Malfoy's eyes.

"What?" He said, looking almost comical.

"Do I really need to repeat it? Let's see if I can put it into terms that your inbred mind can understand. I. Hate. Your. Guts. You. Are. Dumped. Clear enough?" There was an intake of breath from the whole table, and Malfoy practically quivered with outrage.

"Crystal." He snapped. "And for the record, if anyone asks, I dumped you."

"Sorry, Draco." Gwynny retorted, "But as an annoying 'Gryffindork', I always tell the truth." She took a bite out of her toast, and turned back around, smirking.

That was marvellousss, Maer. Emrys hissed in Gwynny's ear. He was hidden beneath her robes, and Gwynny had been delighted that morning when she'd discovered that Emrys had come with her.

Thank you, Emrys. Gwynny responded quietly, trying to avoid people's attention. They didn't have to know she spoke parseltongue.

~Preview of Chapter 12~

"Miss Weasley, if I could speak to you for a moment?" Gwynny searched Dumbledore's face, and gulped. There was something seriously wrong here.