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Magical Mysticism

Chapter Seven

The rest of Ginny's holiday was pretty much spent hanging around her house. There was only about 3 days left until first term started. The one thing Ginny really missed, though, (other than Draco), were the Ministry blocked wands. She felt like she needed cast a curse every time she was around the Mudblood, Hermione.

What sickened her more was that her brother had fallen for a Mudblood. It was evident that Ron liked Hermione, and Ginny was ashamed that Ron could have such little respect for his ancestors, and his pureblooded family. Her whole family in fact was enough to make her go crazy.

First there was Ron, and then her father. Arthur Weasley was by no means sane in Ginny's thoughts. Who in their right mind would collect Muggle plugs? Muggles were inferior to Wizards, and didn't have the same power at all. Why would anyone want a symbol of their stupidity and weakness?

Only three more days. Then she would be rid of this place, and her family, forever.

That was what kept Ginny alive, really. Those thoughts.

It was on one such occasion that Ginny was thinking these things when an all-to-familiar face poked his head through her open doorway.

"Hey Ginny," Harry said, smiling at her. "We were going to go have a game of Quidditch, you want to come?"

Even at her own home she was invited to go somewhere. Of course the precious, perfect Potter would be in charge of who could come play Quidditch with him. Ginny just smiled as sweetly back at him, and replied.

"No, I'm okay here."

"You sure? It wouldn't be the same without you." Harry was unrelentingly pursuing the topic.

"I'm fine, Harry, go ahead."

He finally left. Harry Potter was another question, for when she and Draco became the rulers of the Wizarding world. What would they do about Harry. It wasn't very likely that he'd accept then new sovereignty. He'd probably have a vendetta against them much similar to his "obsession" with Voldemort.

If he only knew what she did. Ginny smirked to herself in the mirror, a look that Draco, had he seen it, would have been proud of.

So Ginny whiled away the days in her room, under the excuse of "studying". In reality, she was reviewing some highly confiscated Dark books that Draco had lent her out of the workshops library. She read them until she had memorized every single one of them. They fascinated her, stories of the Dark and Light. Each one of them proved to her that being on the Dark side was what she had been destined to do.

Each book said the same thing. The Dark and Light were forces from farther back in history than anyone could imagine. One could not stand without the other, without emerging into gray. By ridding the Dark of Voldemort, all the Light side could do was to hope to have a symbiotic relationship between the two.

This information struck Ginny right in the soul. The Light side needed her to survive. That she was as equally dependant on them was interesting.

Finally, it was the morning of September 1st. Ginny had her trunk already packed, and was ready to go before the first light of the sun had dared to enter her window.

After awakening the rest of her family, she went downstairs to have a little breakfast. Then, waiting out in the Ministry car that had been lent to them to protect Harry Potter, and take the rest of them to Platform 9 and ¾ .

Half an hour later, strolling along and taking their time were the Dream Team, and her mother and father. The Ministry car fit all six of them quite comfortably. After all the trunks were in the back of the car, and everyone settled in, it was time to go.

A long car drive later, of which the highlight had been Ron falling asleep, and leaning his head on Harry's shoulder, they had arrived. Ginny barely took the time to say goodbye to her parents, before rushing on the train. She was able to find an empty compartment, and hoped that Draco and his gang of Slytherins would be joining them shortly.

She wasn't disappointed. Shortly after the train left, there was a knocking at the compartment door.

"Come in." She shouted.

"Hey, Gin. It's been awhile." There stood Draco Malfoy, the man who had graced her dreams for weeks, looking wonderful, already in his Hogwarts robes. Along with him was Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson. They all sat down.

At first, the other Slytherins were quite shocked to see Draco befriending Ginny, but, after all, he was their leader, and they followed his example.

The group of Slytherins had, apparently, made their annual visit to the compartment where the Trio sat. Discussing this, Ginny learned that her brother had temporarily been able to only speak in lyric, which led to a hilarious situation at best. Harry, on the other had, now had green hair, which would stay that way for the rest of the night.

Ginny and the Slytherins had a nice conversation, really. It was mostly between Draco and Ginny, though. Pansy and Blaise were apparently dating, and Crabbe and Goyle didn't really have the brainpower to understand anything that was being said.

Ginny learned of Draco's latest visit to the Dark Lord, and how pleased Voldemort was to know of their "new" spell. It seems that the spell could, with a slight alteration, be used for death by fire. The Death Eaters were already being instructed in the new curse.

The train ride was soon over. The group shared a carriage, and they avoided the Dream Team for at least a few minutes more.

Entering the Great Hall, however, was a different story. Ginny had to reluctantly leave the group, and sat down with the Gryffindors, who had, apparently, not noticed that she had been riding with the Slytherins all of the day.

The sorting ceremony was dull, and uninteresting, and most of the applause became subdued as it went on. Finally, the last first year had been sorted, and Dumbledore, the old fool, stood up to make his annual speech. It was much the same as years before, with the warnings to the little firsties, and the introduction of a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The teacher, Professor Figg, had apparently been an old Auror, and was one of the best at finding Death Eaters. Not that that was said, but Ginny knew about her from her training.

Finally, it was time to eat. All the boys began gorging themselves on the feast. Ginny, not feeling very hungry, nibbled on the food, but didn't really eat it, instead letting her eye wander to the Slytherin table, where a familiar pair of silver-gray eyes were looking at her. A little smile acknowledged him, and he went back to his conversation with Crabbe and Goyle.

"Hey Ginny. Where were you on the train?" Ron asked, shoving some type of food down his throat; Ginny couldn't tell what it was, except for the fact that it was disappearing quite quickly.

"Oh, around. I found a group of people in my year, and sat with them." A lie, but it worked. Ron asked no more questions, and went back to eating, and flirting with Hermione. Harry, on the other hand, looked interested, and asked Ginny questions about how her summer had been. She had only been able to stand those for a little while. It was a relief to retire to the familiar, nauseatingly bright red and gold of the 5th year girls dormitory.

It was the start to a most interesting year at Hogwarts. Pity Ginny would only be there until December, she thought with a smile.