OK, second chapter of this. I still can't believe I'm doing this. Even
worse, I momentarily forgot what the heck I'd called this!
DISCLAIMER: As most people with half a brain cell will have guessed, I'm not J.K. Rowling; therefore I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with it! *large DUH*
R&R, plz, I beg of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK YOU: Natalie and Snowdrop for reviewing ch1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *dances around on ice-skates, grinning like a maniac*
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It was a day before the 'wedding' and Ginny was sitting on the tube, in London going to where Dumbledore and Snape were going to meet her. Why she was going to someplace in London, via the tube, she didn't know, but had decided that she'd just accept the fact. She had nothing against London. Dumbledore had told her family that her life was in danger, and that she was going into hiding. He hadn't told them that she was going to get married at just sixteen, or that her husband to be was the teacher that her brother DESPISED!
She didn't really have any friends, so she had no friends to miss. She would miss her family a bit, but it would be nice to NOT be over protected and generally treated like she was made of glass.
She got off the train at the stop she'd been told and saw her Potions Master, well, ex-Potions Master, standing on the platform, wearing muggle clothing. She noticed with relief that he was obviously one of the few wizards that had some knowledge of muggle clothing, and therefore was not looking like an idiot, unlike some wizards she'd seen in muggle clothes.
"Hi?" she said, "Where's Professor Dumbledore?"
"He is coming, but we are going to change your appearance first, test it out on him,"
"That makes sense!"
With that she had her hair died black and had a spell put on her to make her look a bit older. She changed her clothes to very gothic ones and some quite high heels.
"Now," Severus said over lunch in a muggle restaurant, "What should you be called, and don't say your middle name, something really different,"
"Maeve. It was my least-favourite-great-aunt-twice-removed's middle name," Ginny replied with a smile.
"Now that is very unconnected!" he grinned
"Erm...Professor, what should I call you?" she asked
"Severus, it IS my name,"
"'K then!"
At this point in time, Albus Dumbledore walked up to their table, "Hello Severus! But where is Miss Weasley, and who is this young lady?"
The two of them shared a wicked glance and grinned.
"This is Maeve, an old acquaintance of mine," Severus told him.
"Yes, we are VERY old friends, in fact we are to be married tomorrow!" 'Maeve' fluttered well-mascaraed eyelashes.
"Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore whispered in surprise.
"Aye!" she grinned, showing white teeth against blood-red lips. She really did look considerably different. Her freckles had gone, and her skin was now ivory-white. Her once long, wavy-red hair was straight, black and shoulder-length. The make-up she was wearing was adding to her appearance of a grown-up woman.
"You look very different, I must say! The eyes are a good idea, but couldn't you have made them a more...normal colour Severus?" Dumbledore commented.
"Eyes?" Severus asked, "I didn't do anything to her eyes!"
"No, I added some make-up, but nothing else!" Ginny looked confused.
"You're right! Her eyes are purple! Well, I suppose they could pass for blue, but we didn't change her eye colour!" Severus gasped.
"But...how? Why?" Ginny said, taking a mirror out of her pocket and looking at herself in it. Her eyes were a purple with a hint of blue colour, no way of denying it.
"# *%* ^__^ *%* #"
What do you think the sanity of them going ice-skating is? Sorry, I'm kinda obsessed with ice-skating! I'm going ice-skating, I'm going ice-skating, etc... tomorrow (4/1/03), I'm going ice skating...etc, *goes on for a few hours about ice-skating*
Yes, I know that I have approximately NO sanity, but...people still read my stories!!!!!!!!
I wanna complain! NO ONE HAS REVIEWED 'SECRETS REVEALED'!!!!! It sucks, yes, but I want REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Boings around begging and REALLY gets on everyone's nerves* [stupid computer won't recognise the word 'boings', well: boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings to my computer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Yes, I am mad! And I'm proud to say that I'm mad! I'm mad! I'm confusing myself now, so I'll shut up!
Oh, R&R, plz!
Pretty please?
Make my day?
:-[
OR
^__^
?
(Don't ask)
What d'ya think of Ginny's eyes colour?
R&R...
DISCLAIMER: As most people with half a brain cell will have guessed, I'm not J.K. Rowling; therefore I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with it! *large DUH*
R&R, plz, I beg of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THANK YOU: Natalie and Snowdrop for reviewing ch1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *dances around on ice-skates, grinning like a maniac*
"# *%* ^__^ *%* #"
It was a day before the 'wedding' and Ginny was sitting on the tube, in London going to where Dumbledore and Snape were going to meet her. Why she was going to someplace in London, via the tube, she didn't know, but had decided that she'd just accept the fact. She had nothing against London. Dumbledore had told her family that her life was in danger, and that she was going into hiding. He hadn't told them that she was going to get married at just sixteen, or that her husband to be was the teacher that her brother DESPISED!
She didn't really have any friends, so she had no friends to miss. She would miss her family a bit, but it would be nice to NOT be over protected and generally treated like she was made of glass.
She got off the train at the stop she'd been told and saw her Potions Master, well, ex-Potions Master, standing on the platform, wearing muggle clothing. She noticed with relief that he was obviously one of the few wizards that had some knowledge of muggle clothing, and therefore was not looking like an idiot, unlike some wizards she'd seen in muggle clothes.
"Hi?" she said, "Where's Professor Dumbledore?"
"He is coming, but we are going to change your appearance first, test it out on him,"
"That makes sense!"
With that she had her hair died black and had a spell put on her to make her look a bit older. She changed her clothes to very gothic ones and some quite high heels.
"Now," Severus said over lunch in a muggle restaurant, "What should you be called, and don't say your middle name, something really different,"
"Maeve. It was my least-favourite-great-aunt-twice-removed's middle name," Ginny replied with a smile.
"Now that is very unconnected!" he grinned
"Erm...Professor, what should I call you?" she asked
"Severus, it IS my name,"
"'K then!"
At this point in time, Albus Dumbledore walked up to their table, "Hello Severus! But where is Miss Weasley, and who is this young lady?"
The two of them shared a wicked glance and grinned.
"This is Maeve, an old acquaintance of mine," Severus told him.
"Yes, we are VERY old friends, in fact we are to be married tomorrow!" 'Maeve' fluttered well-mascaraed eyelashes.
"Miss Weasley?" Dumbledore whispered in surprise.
"Aye!" she grinned, showing white teeth against blood-red lips. She really did look considerably different. Her freckles had gone, and her skin was now ivory-white. Her once long, wavy-red hair was straight, black and shoulder-length. The make-up she was wearing was adding to her appearance of a grown-up woman.
"You look very different, I must say! The eyes are a good idea, but couldn't you have made them a more...normal colour Severus?" Dumbledore commented.
"Eyes?" Severus asked, "I didn't do anything to her eyes!"
"No, I added some make-up, but nothing else!" Ginny looked confused.
"You're right! Her eyes are purple! Well, I suppose they could pass for blue, but we didn't change her eye colour!" Severus gasped.
"But...how? Why?" Ginny said, taking a mirror out of her pocket and looking at herself in it. Her eyes were a purple with a hint of blue colour, no way of denying it.
"# *%* ^__^ *%* #"
What do you think the sanity of them going ice-skating is? Sorry, I'm kinda obsessed with ice-skating! I'm going ice-skating, I'm going ice-skating, etc... tomorrow (4/1/03), I'm going ice skating...etc, *goes on for a few hours about ice-skating*
Yes, I know that I have approximately NO sanity, but...people still read my stories!!!!!!!!
I wanna complain! NO ONE HAS REVIEWED 'SECRETS REVEALED'!!!!! It sucks, yes, but I want REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Boings around begging and REALLY gets on everyone's nerves* [stupid computer won't recognise the word 'boings', well: boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings boings to my computer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
Yes, I am mad! And I'm proud to say that I'm mad! I'm mad! I'm confusing myself now, so I'll shut up!
Oh, R&R, plz!
Pretty please?
Make my day?
:-[
OR
^__^
?
(Don't ask)
What d'ya think of Ginny's eyes colour?
R&R...