Yes, Alicia, is a muggle 'friend' of Ginny's and the stories just staring.
Hermione will be there.
Chapter 3: Frost
The sun silently peaked over the hills behind the burrow and leapt into Ginny's room, dancing across her face and teasing her eyes as if to say, 'wake up, Ginny, its morning time.'
Ginny's eyes flickered open and she stared at her surroundings. When had she gotten into bed? All she remembered was staring up at the sky and crying herself to sleep on the window-sill. She didn't remember a thing about getting into bed. Had somebody put her there? Oh, well, she would have to find out later.
Drowsily Ginny slowly got out of bed, slipped her blue slippers on and pulled her red jumper over her head. It was oddly cold that morning and when she checked out the window there was frost on the ground. Ginny smiled, she loved frost, it partly could have been because of its beauty but Ginny knew that there was something more to frost.
Rubbing her eyes Ginny left her room and padded down the hallway. Not fully awake, she swayed and yawned.
There were noises coming from Fred and George's room. They were never up at this hour. What were they up to? Ginny shrugged; at least they'd be out of her hair. She walked into the banister at the head of the stairs and banged her elbow against the big round knob at the top. Groaning in slight pain Ginny tip-toed down the stairs. The kitchen was slightly warmer than her room; for some odd reason the kitchen was always warmer than the rest of the house.
The frost was slightly thicker when she looked out the window now then when she had looked before so Ginny took her slippers of and slipped into her rubbers and grabbing her mum's big, warm, snuggly jacket she opened the door and headed for the garden.
Mum will be so mad that she hadn't a chance to pull the rest of the vegetables. Ginny frowned at the frost it was a natural killing machine, so tiny and beautiful but yet tough and dangerous. Maybe that was why she admired the frost so much, it was tiny and beautiful like her and but yet tough and dangerous like her.
Ginny shuddered as she walked down the garden path; it was so pretty out there and she simply jumped for joy whenever she breathed out and the cold air (that she could see) smacked her in the face in a refreshing sort of way. Gnomes scuttled about here and there collecting the remaining food for the homes and families. Ginny didn't understand why her mother didn't like these little creatures; Ginny found them quite amusing and agreed with her dad that they were funny little things. The gnomes knew Ginny for she spent a lot of time out in the garden. One stopped in front of her and Ginny smiled as she recognized her favorite gnomes big sister, Beanie.
"Hello Beanie! A fine day it is today! A little chilly though," Ginny smiled warmly at the gnome who seemed to return the warm welcome with another smile.
"Why yes, it is a wee bit chilly," Beanie replied in that squeaky voice all gnomes had, "I'm a might disappointed though. The frost came so quick that we gnomes haven't enough crops to last us the winter."
"That's too bad," Ginny sighed in sympathy, "Say have ye seen Knobby?"
"No, can't say as I have," Beanie shrugged, "that wee ones probably out with the other kiddies. Can't stop having fun for nothing, that one. I had better be off, mama will be mad if we don't get enough crop at least to support a third of our family." And with that the gnome was off and scuttling about.
Ginny dearly wanted to see Knobby. He was her best-friend when she was at home alone, Luna came over sometimes but Knobby was around all of the time. Out of all of the gnomes Knobby was the most special, he was the one with the actual smile. His mouth was never in a frown like most gnomes' and Ginny loved him for it. It was so nice to see a smiling face sometimes.
"Knobby!" Ginny called quietly. She didn't want to wake her family, "Knobby! Where are you?"
"Knobby!" a squeaky voice called from below, "Knobby! Where are you?" Ginny looked down to see Knobby's mother calling for him.
"Doris, where is Knobby?" Ginny called.
"I don't know!" Doris sobbed, "I thought he was out playing with thee other kiddies but alls the kiddies have come home! I'm mighty worried about him!"
"Oh, Doris, don't fret. I'll find him," Ginny vowed and Doris replied in a squeaky 'thankee and farewell.'
Ginny scrambled throughout the garden in a panic. Knobby was such a good little gnome he would never run off!
"Knobby! Knobby! Where are you?"
"Knob-
"Who's Knobby?" A male voice asked from behind and Ginny whirled around to see an unfamiliar wizard dressed all in white. She knew he was a wizard for he carried a staff and his beard was only as white and long as a wizard's could be.
"Who are you?" Ginny asked ignoring the stranger's first question.
"It is rather rude, Miss Weasley, to reply to one's question with another question," the wizard whispered calmly and he walked to stand beside her. No, he didn't walk he glided.
"Yes, but it is also rather rude to meddle in someone else's business," Ginny replied just as calmly.
"Right, right," the wizard smiled, "My name Gordon. My second name is not important."
"I see well Gordon, what is it that brings you to my home?" Ginny smiled.
"Miss. Weasley you are but fourteen and already talking like an adult." Gordon smiled.
"How do you know my name and my age?" Ginny whispered not very calmly. She was as stiff as a board.
"Now those are questions I can answer," that smile never seemed to leave Gordon's face, "You see I am one of your ancestors and I have come to give you news from the beyond."
"And what news is this? What is your second name?" Ginny demanded rather shaken up, "How did you come to be here?"
"I am here once every year with the first forming of frost," Gordon sighed and Ginny took this time to look him up and down, he had Charlie's broad shoulders and Percy's nose. Bill's unmanageable hair was there even though Gordon's was white. Fred and George's hands were visible as they were crossed across his chest and this man had the same amount of freckles as Ron in exactly the same place. He had her mother's wit and last but not least he had her, Ginny's eyes. A golden scabbard lay proudly at this man's hip. The sword was no where to be seen.
"So there is something more to frost?" Ginny sighed happily.
"More than you can imagine," Gordon smiled.
"What news do ye have?" Ginny asked eyebrows raised. She believed that Gordon was her ancestor there was no doubt about that, he looked too much like a Weasley not to be one.
"Only that the dog star is not yet dead. He wanders aimlessly through the darkness; awaiting his brothers' call," and with that Gordon disappeared. Riddles! Oh, Ginny despised riddles! "Wait!" she yelled spinning about, "I'm not good at Riddles!"
"My child," Gordon's voice came to her, "you will understand in due time!" And with that final whisper a tiny bit of the whitest frost blew across the yard and rose up into the air. Ginny smiled and waved.
"Good-bye, Gordon!" she called.
"Who's Gordon?" a squeaky voice from behind asked and Ginny turned to see Knobby tangled up in a spider's web; the huge spider slowly advancing. Knobby was unaware of the spider and sat as calmly as you please.
"Knobby, stay calm," Ginny whispered grabbing a stick from the ground and ripping Knobby away from the spider's web.
"I thankee for that web was mighty sticky," Knobby sighed.
"Ye, had better run on home," Ginny smiled, "Your mother's worried sick."
"Is she now? I told Ruby to tell mama that I was trapped in that there web, "Knobby pointed at the web, "and I also told her to tell mama to get some help. I only just saw you now and I thought you was the help."
"Ginny! Brunch's on the table!" her mother called and Ginny said her goodbyes and quickly left for brunch.
The table was oddly quiet that meal and Ginny worried. According to her mother Fred and George were still up in there room and all you could hear if you pressed your ear to the door was whispers. The door was locked. It was obvious that Harry wasn't hungry. He kept playing with his food and Ron ignored his food while he tried to get Harry to eat. Mr. Weasley was at work. Nobody except Mrs. Weasley knew why he had left but everyone thought that there had been and attack and that was most likely the cause of Harry's sudden loss of appetite. Mrs. Weasley was to busy cleaning to fuss over anybody. Mrs. Weasley always cleaned when she was worried. That being another clue that Mr. Weasley had gone to help at the sight of the attack.
"Mum, I'm not hungry," Ginny grumbled pushing her porridge away in distaste.
"Ginny, you must eat. You out of all of us, except maybe Harry, need your strength!" Mrs. Weasley turned from her chore of washing dishes and shook her soapy finger at Ginny.
"But mum! I'm perfectly strong enough! Plus, you haven't touched anything," Ginny defended herself.
"I am not hungry!" Mrs. Weasley's temper was shining through and so was Ginny's. Harry kept ignoring Ron and turned to watch Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. He was rather eager to find out which female Weasley had the biggest temper.
"Me neither!" Ginny spat angrily. Her mother always did this! Why did she feel the need to force Ginny to eat? Was it because Ginny was her youngest child?
"Virginia! Anne! Weasley! Don't raise your voice to me, little girl!" Mrs. Weasley's hands were now on her hips and she had a look on her face that would have made Voldemort himself whimper like a dog and want to hide in the smallest hole and shrivel up into nothing. Ginny however was quite unaffected.
"Mum! I am not your little girl and I am not hungry! So I am not going to eat and if you have anything to say about it shove into my suggestion box!" Ginny yelled fists clenched and both Ron's and Harry's eyes bulged. If you had been upstairs and trying to listen to what Fred and George were up to you would have fallen into their room because they had chosen to open their door and listen to the fight.
Mrs. Weasley was infuriated. Never in all of her life had any of her children spoken to her so. Sure she had hair rising fits with Charlie but never had any yelled at her with all of there rage. But what Mrs. Weasley didn't know was that what she saw before her wasn't even one half of Ginny's true temper.
Mrs. Weasley's face went very white and she pursed her lips; her hands on her hips. Angrily she pointed at the stairs and spat out:
"Get to your room, young lady! Now!" she yelled her true anger shining through. Her eyes were ablaze with fire and Ginny's heart leapt to her throat in fright. Casting her eyes down at the ground; she slowly walked towards the stairs. Dragging her feet as she went.
Harry could just imagine tears pouring down the girl's cheeks as she ran up the stairs. He glanced at Mrs. Weasley who glared at him and Ron as if she was daring either of them to make a peep. Ron's face was a little whiter than usual and the boy looked shaken with fright.
With a 'humph' Mrs. Weasley whirled around and continue to do dishes. Ron turned to Harry shrugged and turned back to his unappetizing bacon. Any other time that bacon would have made Harry's mouth water but right now, Harry's mouth was so dry he felt that he was about to swallow his tongue.
All of a sudden there was a bang from upstairs and Mrs. Weasley groaned whirled around and stomped up the stairs. And I'll give you one guess as to where she was headed.
Harry and Ron looked at each other than eyes big and round.
"Those two aren't going to survive the morning," Ron sighed shaking his head and taking a sip of his hot-coco. Harry braced himself for the yelling that took place just a few second later.
A sound of somebody stubbing there toe and whole bunch of curses followed from the stairs. Harry and Ron both turned to stare at the stairs. In about a second or two Ginny appeared; her coat on, her eyes set and determined and a broom in her hand.
"Ginny?" Ron raised his eyebrows and watched as his sister put a finger to her lips, shook her head and whispered:
"Go look in your room." With that she was out the door and in the air. Harry watched as she took off into the woods: to hide.
"Go look in my room?" Ron asked.
"Isn't it obvious? She wants us to look in your room," Harry smiled getting up and quietly running up the stairs. The quiet footsteps of Ron right behind him.
Ron's room was the same as ever except for one small thing. There was a glowing letter upon his bed.
Ron quickly snatched it up and he and Harry read.
Ron and Harry,
I wrote this to tell you what I did. I used a special charm to make a sound as if something had blown up and I programmed the spell to sound as though it had come from Fred and George's room.
Ron glanced at Harry as if to say 'why is she telling us this'.
Now I can just picture the look on your face and I wanted you to know that the reason I am telling you this is because I didn't want you to tell mum if you found out any other way.
Ron again glanced at Harry as if to say 'why doesn't she think I won't tell mum now'.
The reason I don't think you'll tell mum now is because thanks to help from Hermione I was able to program this letter into turning anyone that told anybody it's contents into a spider. Yes, Ron, A spider.
Love Ginny
Ron glanced at Harry and rolled his eyes.
"As if I would tell anyways," Ron shrugged and Harry gave him this odd look that said he wasn't sure.
"Oh, shut up," Ron grumbled playfully elbowing Harry in the ribs.
Ginny circled around trees. She was a brilliant flyer not as good as Charlie but she still knew she was good and it was that knowledge that made her determined to win every single competition that came up to meet her. She was going to earn a place on the Gryffindor Quiddich Team and she was going to help earn the Quiddich Cup for Gryffindor.
She swerved in and out and for the first time let all of her emotions flow out.
Chapter 3: Frost
The sun silently peaked over the hills behind the burrow and leapt into Ginny's room, dancing across her face and teasing her eyes as if to say, 'wake up, Ginny, its morning time.'
Ginny's eyes flickered open and she stared at her surroundings. When had she gotten into bed? All she remembered was staring up at the sky and crying herself to sleep on the window-sill. She didn't remember a thing about getting into bed. Had somebody put her there? Oh, well, she would have to find out later.
Drowsily Ginny slowly got out of bed, slipped her blue slippers on and pulled her red jumper over her head. It was oddly cold that morning and when she checked out the window there was frost on the ground. Ginny smiled, she loved frost, it partly could have been because of its beauty but Ginny knew that there was something more to frost.
Rubbing her eyes Ginny left her room and padded down the hallway. Not fully awake, she swayed and yawned.
There were noises coming from Fred and George's room. They were never up at this hour. What were they up to? Ginny shrugged; at least they'd be out of her hair. She walked into the banister at the head of the stairs and banged her elbow against the big round knob at the top. Groaning in slight pain Ginny tip-toed down the stairs. The kitchen was slightly warmer than her room; for some odd reason the kitchen was always warmer than the rest of the house.
The frost was slightly thicker when she looked out the window now then when she had looked before so Ginny took her slippers of and slipped into her rubbers and grabbing her mum's big, warm, snuggly jacket she opened the door and headed for the garden.
Mum will be so mad that she hadn't a chance to pull the rest of the vegetables. Ginny frowned at the frost it was a natural killing machine, so tiny and beautiful but yet tough and dangerous. Maybe that was why she admired the frost so much, it was tiny and beautiful like her and but yet tough and dangerous like her.
Ginny shuddered as she walked down the garden path; it was so pretty out there and she simply jumped for joy whenever she breathed out and the cold air (that she could see) smacked her in the face in a refreshing sort of way. Gnomes scuttled about here and there collecting the remaining food for the homes and families. Ginny didn't understand why her mother didn't like these little creatures; Ginny found them quite amusing and agreed with her dad that they were funny little things. The gnomes knew Ginny for she spent a lot of time out in the garden. One stopped in front of her and Ginny smiled as she recognized her favorite gnomes big sister, Beanie.
"Hello Beanie! A fine day it is today! A little chilly though," Ginny smiled warmly at the gnome who seemed to return the warm welcome with another smile.
"Why yes, it is a wee bit chilly," Beanie replied in that squeaky voice all gnomes had, "I'm a might disappointed though. The frost came so quick that we gnomes haven't enough crops to last us the winter."
"That's too bad," Ginny sighed in sympathy, "Say have ye seen Knobby?"
"No, can't say as I have," Beanie shrugged, "that wee ones probably out with the other kiddies. Can't stop having fun for nothing, that one. I had better be off, mama will be mad if we don't get enough crop at least to support a third of our family." And with that the gnome was off and scuttling about.
Ginny dearly wanted to see Knobby. He was her best-friend when she was at home alone, Luna came over sometimes but Knobby was around all of the time. Out of all of the gnomes Knobby was the most special, he was the one with the actual smile. His mouth was never in a frown like most gnomes' and Ginny loved him for it. It was so nice to see a smiling face sometimes.
"Knobby!" Ginny called quietly. She didn't want to wake her family, "Knobby! Where are you?"
"Knobby!" a squeaky voice called from below, "Knobby! Where are you?" Ginny looked down to see Knobby's mother calling for him.
"Doris, where is Knobby?" Ginny called.
"I don't know!" Doris sobbed, "I thought he was out playing with thee other kiddies but alls the kiddies have come home! I'm mighty worried about him!"
"Oh, Doris, don't fret. I'll find him," Ginny vowed and Doris replied in a squeaky 'thankee and farewell.'
Ginny scrambled throughout the garden in a panic. Knobby was such a good little gnome he would never run off!
"Knobby! Knobby! Where are you?"
"Knob-
"Who's Knobby?" A male voice asked from behind and Ginny whirled around to see an unfamiliar wizard dressed all in white. She knew he was a wizard for he carried a staff and his beard was only as white and long as a wizard's could be.
"Who are you?" Ginny asked ignoring the stranger's first question.
"It is rather rude, Miss Weasley, to reply to one's question with another question," the wizard whispered calmly and he walked to stand beside her. No, he didn't walk he glided.
"Yes, but it is also rather rude to meddle in someone else's business," Ginny replied just as calmly.
"Right, right," the wizard smiled, "My name Gordon. My second name is not important."
"I see well Gordon, what is it that brings you to my home?" Ginny smiled.
"Miss. Weasley you are but fourteen and already talking like an adult." Gordon smiled.
"How do you know my name and my age?" Ginny whispered not very calmly. She was as stiff as a board.
"Now those are questions I can answer," that smile never seemed to leave Gordon's face, "You see I am one of your ancestors and I have come to give you news from the beyond."
"And what news is this? What is your second name?" Ginny demanded rather shaken up, "How did you come to be here?"
"I am here once every year with the first forming of frost," Gordon sighed and Ginny took this time to look him up and down, he had Charlie's broad shoulders and Percy's nose. Bill's unmanageable hair was there even though Gordon's was white. Fred and George's hands were visible as they were crossed across his chest and this man had the same amount of freckles as Ron in exactly the same place. He had her mother's wit and last but not least he had her, Ginny's eyes. A golden scabbard lay proudly at this man's hip. The sword was no where to be seen.
"So there is something more to frost?" Ginny sighed happily.
"More than you can imagine," Gordon smiled.
"What news do ye have?" Ginny asked eyebrows raised. She believed that Gordon was her ancestor there was no doubt about that, he looked too much like a Weasley not to be one.
"Only that the dog star is not yet dead. He wanders aimlessly through the darkness; awaiting his brothers' call," and with that Gordon disappeared. Riddles! Oh, Ginny despised riddles! "Wait!" she yelled spinning about, "I'm not good at Riddles!"
"My child," Gordon's voice came to her, "you will understand in due time!" And with that final whisper a tiny bit of the whitest frost blew across the yard and rose up into the air. Ginny smiled and waved.
"Good-bye, Gordon!" she called.
"Who's Gordon?" a squeaky voice from behind asked and Ginny turned to see Knobby tangled up in a spider's web; the huge spider slowly advancing. Knobby was unaware of the spider and sat as calmly as you please.
"Knobby, stay calm," Ginny whispered grabbing a stick from the ground and ripping Knobby away from the spider's web.
"I thankee for that web was mighty sticky," Knobby sighed.
"Ye, had better run on home," Ginny smiled, "Your mother's worried sick."
"Is she now? I told Ruby to tell mama that I was trapped in that there web, "Knobby pointed at the web, "and I also told her to tell mama to get some help. I only just saw you now and I thought you was the help."
"Ginny! Brunch's on the table!" her mother called and Ginny said her goodbyes and quickly left for brunch.
The table was oddly quiet that meal and Ginny worried. According to her mother Fred and George were still up in there room and all you could hear if you pressed your ear to the door was whispers. The door was locked. It was obvious that Harry wasn't hungry. He kept playing with his food and Ron ignored his food while he tried to get Harry to eat. Mr. Weasley was at work. Nobody except Mrs. Weasley knew why he had left but everyone thought that there had been and attack and that was most likely the cause of Harry's sudden loss of appetite. Mrs. Weasley was to busy cleaning to fuss over anybody. Mrs. Weasley always cleaned when she was worried. That being another clue that Mr. Weasley had gone to help at the sight of the attack.
"Mum, I'm not hungry," Ginny grumbled pushing her porridge away in distaste.
"Ginny, you must eat. You out of all of us, except maybe Harry, need your strength!" Mrs. Weasley turned from her chore of washing dishes and shook her soapy finger at Ginny.
"But mum! I'm perfectly strong enough! Plus, you haven't touched anything," Ginny defended herself.
"I am not hungry!" Mrs. Weasley's temper was shining through and so was Ginny's. Harry kept ignoring Ron and turned to watch Mrs. Weasley and Ginny. He was rather eager to find out which female Weasley had the biggest temper.
"Me neither!" Ginny spat angrily. Her mother always did this! Why did she feel the need to force Ginny to eat? Was it because Ginny was her youngest child?
"Virginia! Anne! Weasley! Don't raise your voice to me, little girl!" Mrs. Weasley's hands were now on her hips and she had a look on her face that would have made Voldemort himself whimper like a dog and want to hide in the smallest hole and shrivel up into nothing. Ginny however was quite unaffected.
"Mum! I am not your little girl and I am not hungry! So I am not going to eat and if you have anything to say about it shove into my suggestion box!" Ginny yelled fists clenched and both Ron's and Harry's eyes bulged. If you had been upstairs and trying to listen to what Fred and George were up to you would have fallen into their room because they had chosen to open their door and listen to the fight.
Mrs. Weasley was infuriated. Never in all of her life had any of her children spoken to her so. Sure she had hair rising fits with Charlie but never had any yelled at her with all of there rage. But what Mrs. Weasley didn't know was that what she saw before her wasn't even one half of Ginny's true temper.
Mrs. Weasley's face went very white and she pursed her lips; her hands on her hips. Angrily she pointed at the stairs and spat out:
"Get to your room, young lady! Now!" she yelled her true anger shining through. Her eyes were ablaze with fire and Ginny's heart leapt to her throat in fright. Casting her eyes down at the ground; she slowly walked towards the stairs. Dragging her feet as she went.
Harry could just imagine tears pouring down the girl's cheeks as she ran up the stairs. He glanced at Mrs. Weasley who glared at him and Ron as if she was daring either of them to make a peep. Ron's face was a little whiter than usual and the boy looked shaken with fright.
With a 'humph' Mrs. Weasley whirled around and continue to do dishes. Ron turned to Harry shrugged and turned back to his unappetizing bacon. Any other time that bacon would have made Harry's mouth water but right now, Harry's mouth was so dry he felt that he was about to swallow his tongue.
All of a sudden there was a bang from upstairs and Mrs. Weasley groaned whirled around and stomped up the stairs. And I'll give you one guess as to where she was headed.
Harry and Ron looked at each other than eyes big and round.
"Those two aren't going to survive the morning," Ron sighed shaking his head and taking a sip of his hot-coco. Harry braced himself for the yelling that took place just a few second later.
A sound of somebody stubbing there toe and whole bunch of curses followed from the stairs. Harry and Ron both turned to stare at the stairs. In about a second or two Ginny appeared; her coat on, her eyes set and determined and a broom in her hand.
"Ginny?" Ron raised his eyebrows and watched as his sister put a finger to her lips, shook her head and whispered:
"Go look in your room." With that she was out the door and in the air. Harry watched as she took off into the woods: to hide.
"Go look in my room?" Ron asked.
"Isn't it obvious? She wants us to look in your room," Harry smiled getting up and quietly running up the stairs. The quiet footsteps of Ron right behind him.
Ron's room was the same as ever except for one small thing. There was a glowing letter upon his bed.
Ron quickly snatched it up and he and Harry read.
Ron and Harry,
I wrote this to tell you what I did. I used a special charm to make a sound as if something had blown up and I programmed the spell to sound as though it had come from Fred and George's room.
Ron glanced at Harry as if to say 'why is she telling us this'.
Now I can just picture the look on your face and I wanted you to know that the reason I am telling you this is because I didn't want you to tell mum if you found out any other way.
Ron again glanced at Harry as if to say 'why doesn't she think I won't tell mum now'.
The reason I don't think you'll tell mum now is because thanks to help from Hermione I was able to program this letter into turning anyone that told anybody it's contents into a spider. Yes, Ron, A spider.
Love Ginny
Ron glanced at Harry and rolled his eyes.
"As if I would tell anyways," Ron shrugged and Harry gave him this odd look that said he wasn't sure.
"Oh, shut up," Ron grumbled playfully elbowing Harry in the ribs.
Ginny circled around trees. She was a brilliant flyer not as good as Charlie but she still knew she was good and it was that knowledge that made her determined to win every single competition that came up to meet her. She was going to earn a place on the Gryffindor Quiddich Team and she was going to help earn the Quiddich Cup for Gryffindor.
She swerved in and out and for the first time let all of her emotions flow out.