Spilt Ginger

Disclaimer- I own nothing as of yet... Not even the plot GodLikeEyes and i went in half and half on this one... How sad I'm depressing myself.

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Spilt Ginger

Have any of you ever looked at the shelf behind Professor Snape's Desk? I have, It's one of my fascinations as I sit in his class already having completed the potion, and all that is left is to listen to him degrade and deduct points from Gryffindor... Not that he's unfair or biased... I digress though. Sitting at the very end of that beautiful cherry wood shelf is a Vial of dark brown- amber-ish powder... Ginger. It sits on the brink, The very edge of it's own peaceful world, a layer of dust covering it, just waiting for someone to stir a breeze up, Or reach up for the more used root of Dungerous Rouse, and to knock it off the ledge... So it may fell the dust fly off, and shatter against the ground to once again remind someone that it's still there and still alive waiting for someone to free it from a self imposed prison.

I am The vial of Ginger believe it or not... In the past years many times one of you dear students have came up to ask me about the Chamber of Secrets.... You don't know my name when you come up... You just happened to ask your friend who the red head is and end up being told "oh she's that girl you know Chamber of Secrets...etc." Well let me for once tell you all the truth.

I was 11 soon approaching 12 when shopping for my first year supplies a small diary was slipped into my possession. At the time I didn't notice, but once at Hogwarts I realized that it was there... A new little friend. When I first began writing in it I thought it was a bit of a toy. As a matter of fact I remember my Father yelling at me that I should know better to trust something that I can't see it's brain or how it works. Yet this had occurred to me during the episode with the diary, It was just that by the time it occurred to me I was already in too deep. A part of my soul already gone, that part of free will. I remember approaching My older Brother to try to explain, But I couldn't speak, speech just stopped for me and I blacked out... This was the Diary's effect.. This was Toms doing. But needless to say, at first I literally thought it was a toy... We all had them, Phones that talk back by magically processing what you say and coming up with a response. And If you'll just take a trip to the local Stationary store you will find that there actually is a diary that young girls can bye that lets them Write and have a written response to questions and their thought s come up.... I don't recommend buying one... It alerts parents when certain words are wrote, like sex, drugs, pain, death, suicide etc.

Needless to say you all know the rest of the tale, For Harry told it to Ron, and Ron has a larger mouth than anyone, but none of them knew why I took the diaries friendship. I shall explain. I have always been the forgotten Weasley...Hidden in the shadows and often Forgotten.. SO when I got to Hogwarts and found I had no friends and no family that wished to associate with me, I turned to the one thing offering friendship and an open ear. The Diary , Tom.

Now I know you all are wondering why this is being written... For several Reasons... One to vent, two to se if you can attempt to understand.. Three... To say something to a few select people... and Finally to make a formal request to Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

Well, Seeing as I have Done One and Two lets get to Three... Yesterday I over heard Someone telling my tale of the Chamber, and The listener responded " And What happened to her, Don't tell me she had no punishment." When She was informed that I had received no punishment for being Bewitched by a young but still evil Voldemort She Called me a number of very fowl names, and then said that was not at all fair... Just because I received no formal punishments My dear doesn't mean that I have not been punished...

For the last 4 years of my life every night before I crawl under the covers I do complex silencing spells around my bed to unsure no one else wakes up when I awake at 2:22 Every night in screams, dry heaves, sweat, and pain that sears through my body like a hot iron burning my soul from the inside out.

For the last Four years of my life I have done Repressive magic charms on myself so that no matter what happened my Magic would not be strong enough to be captured.

For the last four years I have not been myself, I have buried my Hot tempered soul so far down that I doubt even Dumbledore couldn't have glimpsed it. I have built stone walls around my soul so no one can be harmed by my being a friend to them... I have been a meek quiet mouse who wouldn't open her mouth to squeak. I have been anyone but myself. I have let myself be pushed around tossed on the ground, hit and hurt with nothing but a weak apology for what ever I had done to receive this treatment and letting my legs carry me as fast as I can.

Well unfortunately, This will no longer be happening. 4 DAMN years of being beat and pushed around is long enough for punishment for something that NUMEROUS adults, including some of your parents, Have done. I was bewitched... I was put under the equal to an imperious as the part of my mind with free will was the first to go. I did nothing wrong but write in a book because I did not get along with any of my Housemates....

Which brings me to my request for Albus Dumbledore. When I was sat on the sorting stool I was under family biased and prejudice, I literally begged the hat not to put me anywhere but Gryffindor. Well guess what I have learned a lot...

A) Not all Slytherins are evil... Just ungodly smart and cunning

B) Ravenclaws are wise but stuck up

C) Huffelpuffs though ragged on Are too loyal, too sweet and too kind they are a honor to have.

D) A house that breeds heroes and Heroines has a hard time fitting in every ones egos and red and gold are to frigin' Flashy.

There for my Request.... Please get me out of Gryffindor, re-sort me, put me in a plain dorm with no house... just help please....

Opps Looks like someone spilt the Ginger

Thank you for it.

Virginia Ginger Belladonna Weasley

Professor Dumbledores eyes were wide as he finished the article. He'd known a student was doing Repressive spells, but on themselves... and a Weasley at that. He looked at the picture that accompanied the front page article, It was recent perhaps a day old with Miss Weasley in a tight corset/ bodice top that emphasized her more than ample endowments and her narrow thin waist. She wore a pleather skirt that was restrictively tight around the legs and ended at just what could just barley be considered decent, but with the girls height still a mile of well toned pale leg was left seen. Her hair was with half of it pulled up into a small tight bun and the rest of the curly length left hanging to her waist. It was a beautiful, It was a side picture with her head turned towards the camera.... It was scarily Beautiful. He picked up his quill and pulled out a list he waited no time in scratching her name out on the list.

"Ron what is Your Problem?" Hermione asked hurrying down the stairs to see Ron pacing.

"LOOK AT THIS HERMIONE!" Ron said shoving his copy of the paper in Her face, The picture of Ginny specifically.

"She looks beautiful Ron....Mature, but gorgeous..."

"It's not just that, and she looks like a... scarlet women, but read!" Ron said.

Hermione stood still as she quickly read the article. "It's beautifully written especially the beginning-"

"Hermione! She asked to be switched house-"

"Ron, you have to admit she's never fit in all that well here, She has maybe one or two friends out of the whole house.."

"Thank you Hermione for sticking up for me. Ronald before you open your mouth stuff it. I'll see you all at breakfast." Ginny said knowing comments were dancing on her brothers tongue. She had chosen her outfit to impress. Large baggy bondage pants barely sitting on her hips, and one of the same type of Corset tops as she'd worn in the picture for Collin. This one though she didn't wear a tank top under so it showed a couple of inches of white skin between where the top ended and where the pants started. Her hair all but about the top layer that was clipped together in the back was wild and free streaming everywhere.

"I wonder what house she would have been in." Inquired a sitting Harry.

"Gryffindor Harry. She belongs here." Ron said furiously glaring at the portrait whole.

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A special Thank you to Lauren and to Trancos for Reviewing.

Trancos~ I've actually been trying to figure out how to make the first chapter smoother but I keep on screwing up. As for the nit pick my nephew took a stab at Fan Fiction writing and entered certain names into the spell check unfortunately Weasly, Voldmort, and a number of other names got put in wrong so now as i type it automatically changes as I type. So I'm trying to fix it but I'm not having much luck. Anyways I think I got it....but I'm not to sure so there may every so often come upon a mistake, but thank you tons for the help hope you continue to like the story. Smiles

Lauren~ Thank you for the Review... Hope you continue to like..

Smiles To All

Disclaimer- I OWN NOTHING. Never will.... but on a great note my copy of OotP was shipped out yesterday!