G:H, R:Hr & new characters.// This tale springs forward in the Harry Potter
series to when 18 year old Ginny places herself in a situation that must
save her career, life and love; with help from friends, family and
unexpected alliances.
~ Comical, romantic, different than you would expect! ~
The beginning
"I want to do this. The people have the right to know who and how they are being protected. It's about time that we researched and find the good and bad about having Aurors around to protect us. And. it will sell," Ginny explained her boss, hoping that her pre-written and rehearsed speech would maneuver him to become interested and maybe even unlock some curiosity. She leaned forward in her seat and continued. "You know that the voting for whether or not the Aurors Protective Agency is needed will happen in about six months. Wouldn't the public be interested in this story because it would help them determine what they want to vote for?" Seeing she was making a point to the older man, a wave of confidence wash over her, drowning most of her anxiety and nervousness, she stood to pace as she concluded by saying, "It will be the most perfect story to have about two weeks before the voting officially begins because every witch and wizard will want all details about (as I said before) who and how they are being protected. So.what do you think?"
The Daily Prophets' editor motioned for her to sit again and eased back into his comfy, leather recliner. He was obviously deep in thought and the long, gruesome pause he gave the reporter gave no comfort or reassurance. "How long have you been with us, Ms. Weasley?" he asked, lacing his fingers.
"Almost 8 months."
"You must have a lot of courage to come before me and request a story while your still new to the system," he rubbed his knuckles under his chin and smiled before saying, "I like that kind of determination. I first have to think about it, though. For the time being; it's Friday night. Go home and I'll speak with you Monday."
Ginny nodded, shook hands with him and closed the door behind her, leaning against it for support. 'Go home' wasn't a good sign, she knew it, and her relief of getting her speech over with was replaced by nausea. Before she lost herself on the spot, she dived into every girl's retreat.the nearest restroom.
"Hey, Hon! Wait!" Tessa flew down the hallway, barely missing several staff members, and slithered into the girl's loo before the door could close behind her best friend. Ginny hurried to the nearest stall and threw-up her rice-cakes. "Jeez, you're thin enough, Gin. Why did you have to go all bulimic on me?"
There was a flushing noise and the reporter appeared, glaring at Tessa and sarcastically laughing. "Why do you always make fun of the most horrible things? What if I really did have an eating disorder?" Ginny asked, dragging her body to the sink and rising off her face and mouth.
"Well, then I'd say, 'Jeez, your thin enough, Gin. Why did you go all bulimic on me?'" Tessa giggled then pulled herself up onto the counter, scooping her midnight blue robes out of danger of getting wet. She became concerned and pulled out her wand. "Were you really that nervous?" she said while magically fixing her friends hair.
"I could tell he liked the idea, but I got bashed for being so new." She sighed and continued, "He told me he would talk to me on Monday. Come on, let's go out and do something; I need to get my mind off this before I go crazy." She slapped Tessa's wand out of her hair, "Tessa, stop, your mother will through a fit when she realizes that you're using magic outside of school." "So?" Ginny sighed, then continued with, "You know how bad I want this story, right?"
"You'd think that I would spend all Saturday listening to your speech because I thought you didn't want it? Gin, you're a smart, sneaky little bitch and though you haven't been on the payroll long doesn't mean you can't snoop and lie your way into a story and write wonderfully about it. I spent my last weekend Christmas holiday making sure you had enough confidence to realize that. You not only want this, you deserve it! Your skills surpass the most experienced reporter here and last Saturday, if I believe you only asked me to critic your speech because Mr. Tajue was hot, I would have told you to pay me or fuck off. I know exactly how much you want this, so don't even question me about it," Tessa exclaimed and turning Ginny's face so she could see herself in the mirror.
Her bright red-orange hair, which she wore long down her back, had grown out wavy and curled slightly at the ends. It framed her heart shaped face beautifully and set off the gold-brown in her almond shaped eyes. She grew out of freckles during puberty and they were replaced by creamy, fair skin than never tanned. She had a petit build and ravishing curves that fuels others jealously. Though most men called her a knockout, she seemed not to know, or not to care, how beautiful she had become. Her mind was one tracked and the track lead to work. She had turned nineteen not long ago and graduated a mature and responsible woman. Her hunger to prove herself, though, gave her more stress than a person of her age should have, usually giving off the effect that she was really pushing mid-life crises rather then the end of her teenage years. She was offered a job from the Daily Prophet because her ability to write for 'The Youth of the Magical World', or at least that's what Mr. Tajue had told her when she started a column when she still attended Hogwarts.
Tessa broke her thoughts by saying, "Let's go to Magritte. That little town is full of pubs. Plus, I want to do some karaoke. Is that ok with you?"
Ginny smiled and nodded. Her best friend then used her wand to freshen up both of their make-up, grabbed Ginny's hand, and skipped out the door.
**Sry, little bit of a shaky beginning. OK, this is my fist story based on the Harry Potter books and I NEED to know your opinion. Please review..good or bad, even though I may bash at who ever flames me. Ne ways, I'll get started on the next chapter!! **
To one and all! I'd like to thank my new beta, Rachel for giving me the courage to start this fanfic and also for betaing it for me, because I needed that little push.
~ Comical, romantic, different than you would expect! ~
The beginning
"I want to do this. The people have the right to know who and how they are being protected. It's about time that we researched and find the good and bad about having Aurors around to protect us. And. it will sell," Ginny explained her boss, hoping that her pre-written and rehearsed speech would maneuver him to become interested and maybe even unlock some curiosity. She leaned forward in her seat and continued. "You know that the voting for whether or not the Aurors Protective Agency is needed will happen in about six months. Wouldn't the public be interested in this story because it would help them determine what they want to vote for?" Seeing she was making a point to the older man, a wave of confidence wash over her, drowning most of her anxiety and nervousness, she stood to pace as she concluded by saying, "It will be the most perfect story to have about two weeks before the voting officially begins because every witch and wizard will want all details about (as I said before) who and how they are being protected. So.what do you think?"
The Daily Prophets' editor motioned for her to sit again and eased back into his comfy, leather recliner. He was obviously deep in thought and the long, gruesome pause he gave the reporter gave no comfort or reassurance. "How long have you been with us, Ms. Weasley?" he asked, lacing his fingers.
"Almost 8 months."
"You must have a lot of courage to come before me and request a story while your still new to the system," he rubbed his knuckles under his chin and smiled before saying, "I like that kind of determination. I first have to think about it, though. For the time being; it's Friday night. Go home and I'll speak with you Monday."
Ginny nodded, shook hands with him and closed the door behind her, leaning against it for support. 'Go home' wasn't a good sign, she knew it, and her relief of getting her speech over with was replaced by nausea. Before she lost herself on the spot, she dived into every girl's retreat.the nearest restroom.
"Hey, Hon! Wait!" Tessa flew down the hallway, barely missing several staff members, and slithered into the girl's loo before the door could close behind her best friend. Ginny hurried to the nearest stall and threw-up her rice-cakes. "Jeez, you're thin enough, Gin. Why did you have to go all bulimic on me?"
There was a flushing noise and the reporter appeared, glaring at Tessa and sarcastically laughing. "Why do you always make fun of the most horrible things? What if I really did have an eating disorder?" Ginny asked, dragging her body to the sink and rising off her face and mouth.
"Well, then I'd say, 'Jeez, your thin enough, Gin. Why did you go all bulimic on me?'" Tessa giggled then pulled herself up onto the counter, scooping her midnight blue robes out of danger of getting wet. She became concerned and pulled out her wand. "Were you really that nervous?" she said while magically fixing her friends hair.
"I could tell he liked the idea, but I got bashed for being so new." She sighed and continued, "He told me he would talk to me on Monday. Come on, let's go out and do something; I need to get my mind off this before I go crazy." She slapped Tessa's wand out of her hair, "Tessa, stop, your mother will through a fit when she realizes that you're using magic outside of school." "So?" Ginny sighed, then continued with, "You know how bad I want this story, right?"
"You'd think that I would spend all Saturday listening to your speech because I thought you didn't want it? Gin, you're a smart, sneaky little bitch and though you haven't been on the payroll long doesn't mean you can't snoop and lie your way into a story and write wonderfully about it. I spent my last weekend Christmas holiday making sure you had enough confidence to realize that. You not only want this, you deserve it! Your skills surpass the most experienced reporter here and last Saturday, if I believe you only asked me to critic your speech because Mr. Tajue was hot, I would have told you to pay me or fuck off. I know exactly how much you want this, so don't even question me about it," Tessa exclaimed and turning Ginny's face so she could see herself in the mirror.
Her bright red-orange hair, which she wore long down her back, had grown out wavy and curled slightly at the ends. It framed her heart shaped face beautifully and set off the gold-brown in her almond shaped eyes. She grew out of freckles during puberty and they were replaced by creamy, fair skin than never tanned. She had a petit build and ravishing curves that fuels others jealously. Though most men called her a knockout, she seemed not to know, or not to care, how beautiful she had become. Her mind was one tracked and the track lead to work. She had turned nineteen not long ago and graduated a mature and responsible woman. Her hunger to prove herself, though, gave her more stress than a person of her age should have, usually giving off the effect that she was really pushing mid-life crises rather then the end of her teenage years. She was offered a job from the Daily Prophet because her ability to write for 'The Youth of the Magical World', or at least that's what Mr. Tajue had told her when she started a column when she still attended Hogwarts.
Tessa broke her thoughts by saying, "Let's go to Magritte. That little town is full of pubs. Plus, I want to do some karaoke. Is that ok with you?"
Ginny smiled and nodded. Her best friend then used her wand to freshen up both of their make-up, grabbed Ginny's hand, and skipped out the door.
**Sry, little bit of a shaky beginning. OK, this is my fist story based on the Harry Potter books and I NEED to know your opinion. Please review..good or bad, even though I may bash at who ever flames me. Ne ways, I'll get started on the next chapter!! **
To one and all! I'd like to thank my new beta, Rachel for giving me the courage to start this fanfic and also for betaing it for me, because I needed that little push.