** I own nothing. Draco , Ginny, and all the characters of the world of
Harry Potter belong to J.K.Rowling. The school and currently the MAN with
no name belong to me **** though who would really want them....
The only sounds that could be heard were Draco and Ginny's footstep as they walked out of the hall behind the nameless man and out into the hallway.
This time their jaunt down the hallway was much less of a walk and it only took them about 30 seconds to get to the mans office. They all sat down.
Ginny looked around at the office as the man carefully chose his words to speak. The walls were a forest green and covered in pictures of kids. Trinkets covered every available upright surface, much like Dumbledore's office. It was a well lived in office.
"You're hear for a reason if you hadn't already guessed." Said the man, " normally you'd both just be expelled and have your wand snapped, but no, you're here. Do you want to know why?"
Both Draco and Ginny nodded.
"You both have a certain gift that no one can be trained to have. You both contain certain magical abilities unusual in the wizarding world. Draco you can mix potions that rival your Professor Snape's to many degrees. Ginny you connect with animals at a personal level, just like your friend Hagrid. You and Hagrid both have the gift to someday communicate with animals. Your special and that is why you're here."
No one ever really knows what to say in a situation like this and Ginny and Draco were no exception. They had both been bypassed all their lives and now someone was saying that they were special and well, they were both having a hard time dealing with it. Ginny was the first to recover.
"Ummm, sir, how come Professor Dumbledore didn't tell us this earlier?"
The man looked at Ginny and said "you may address me as Mr. Agate and Dumbledore didn't tell you this because he knew you weren't ready. We both have to force this on you because we had no other choice. It was this or lose you both forever to the muggle world. Without your wands you have no connection to your abilities."
"Okay," whispered Draco. "So where the hell are we then."
Mr. Agate frowned at Draco's language but answered him. "Your near the American town of Salem. The Salem, famous for burning witches in the past. Just a hint. Don't tip off the muggles were here or you'll be in a world of trouble. The reason the school is so small and has so little students is because this is where we train students like you. Students with special abilities. You have normal studies like other witches and wizards but you also have breathing excursuses like Yoga to help you keep control of your abilities and keep them I check. They're basically the same to the studies you had in England except now they go by American name. The school has gone unnamed for centuries and shall remain so. Any other questions?"
Draco and Ginny said nothing and Mr. Agate took that as a ' no I have no questions' silence.
"Well then, you two I trust can make it back to your room. If you wish to have a fight or an all out brawl please keep the noise and injuries in check."
Ginny had completely forgotten about Draco's comments in the dining hall but she figured she deserved it. He still had traces of a black eye around his right eye and she had completely over reacted to Juliet's "torture". That was the really embarrassing thing. She had been so closed off to everything but what was in her world that she jumped to occlusions and invented problems that were compatible for her answers.... or maybe she had just been temporarily insane for a little bit. They had that in the muggle world, why not have it in the wizarding world too... yeah she had just been a bit ibbly-bibbliy for a while. Just like Aunt Frieda who had poisoned her husband for cheating on her.... the Weasley women, they defiantly are a force to be reconed with...
Draco was the first to get up out of his chair and with a slightly softened look towards Ginny he hauled her out of hers and back out into the bright hallway.
Damn it sure is bright out here. I wish there were a few shadows...out here in the hallway you're completely exposed.
Ginny's thoughts were interrupted by Draco clearing his throat.
"Ummm. Ginny I didn't really mean what I said back in the dining hall. You aren't pathetic. A little crazy maybe but not pathetic."
"Well, gee, now that's just great to hear. I'm nuts!"
"HEY! I'm just trying to apologize for being an arse. I'm trying to start out on a new foot here dammit! Can't you at least help me? Especially after what you did to me at Hogwarts." Said Draco with a slight wince.
Seeing that wince Ginny's embarrassment and guilt flooded back.
"I'm really sorry about that. I just flipped out. Sure, I own you one. Or well maybe I own you more than one but...sure...I'll help you out. Your really going to try and change?"
"Yeah why the hell not. Here Potter and Weasel—err---Weasley aren't here and I don't have to compete with them. Father won't have anyone to compare me to and the pressure will be lifted. I have a new chance to become the person that I admire. I don't have to wind up being a twisted freak who tortures mudbloods—er---people who are different and muggles."
Ginny had remained silent throughout Draco's entire speech and didn't really know what to say.
Could this be real? Or is Draco just yanking my chain?
Ginny really wanted it to be real. One less potential Death Eater would really be an awesome thing to contribute to the cause against the Bad V. (duh Voldemort) And of course a sorta cute ....friend....would always be nice.
"So you do want to be friends in this whole 'Make Me Over To Not Be A Bad Guy' venture?" said Ginny hesitantly.
"Well, you're the only person I know here. And hey you kicked the crap out of me so you must be a cool girl. Yeah. Sure, I'd love to be friends," said Draco showing his twisted logic.
"Sure, well be friends and partners in this wild venture," continued Draco," I'll be working on becoming one of the good guys and you'll be working on not being...so...crazy."
Ginny snorted. Then blushed like crazy.
SNORTING!!! Why the heck should I care if I snort or not. This is Draco, my new buddy. Yeah.... crap...I have a feeling this is going to get bad...
The only sounds that could be heard were Draco and Ginny's footstep as they walked out of the hall behind the nameless man and out into the hallway.
This time their jaunt down the hallway was much less of a walk and it only took them about 30 seconds to get to the mans office. They all sat down.
Ginny looked around at the office as the man carefully chose his words to speak. The walls were a forest green and covered in pictures of kids. Trinkets covered every available upright surface, much like Dumbledore's office. It was a well lived in office.
"You're hear for a reason if you hadn't already guessed." Said the man, " normally you'd both just be expelled and have your wand snapped, but no, you're here. Do you want to know why?"
Both Draco and Ginny nodded.
"You both have a certain gift that no one can be trained to have. You both contain certain magical abilities unusual in the wizarding world. Draco you can mix potions that rival your Professor Snape's to many degrees. Ginny you connect with animals at a personal level, just like your friend Hagrid. You and Hagrid both have the gift to someday communicate with animals. Your special and that is why you're here."
No one ever really knows what to say in a situation like this and Ginny and Draco were no exception. They had both been bypassed all their lives and now someone was saying that they were special and well, they were both having a hard time dealing with it. Ginny was the first to recover.
"Ummm, sir, how come Professor Dumbledore didn't tell us this earlier?"
The man looked at Ginny and said "you may address me as Mr. Agate and Dumbledore didn't tell you this because he knew you weren't ready. We both have to force this on you because we had no other choice. It was this or lose you both forever to the muggle world. Without your wands you have no connection to your abilities."
"Okay," whispered Draco. "So where the hell are we then."
Mr. Agate frowned at Draco's language but answered him. "Your near the American town of Salem. The Salem, famous for burning witches in the past. Just a hint. Don't tip off the muggles were here or you'll be in a world of trouble. The reason the school is so small and has so little students is because this is where we train students like you. Students with special abilities. You have normal studies like other witches and wizards but you also have breathing excursuses like Yoga to help you keep control of your abilities and keep them I check. They're basically the same to the studies you had in England except now they go by American name. The school has gone unnamed for centuries and shall remain so. Any other questions?"
Draco and Ginny said nothing and Mr. Agate took that as a ' no I have no questions' silence.
"Well then, you two I trust can make it back to your room. If you wish to have a fight or an all out brawl please keep the noise and injuries in check."
Ginny had completely forgotten about Draco's comments in the dining hall but she figured she deserved it. He still had traces of a black eye around his right eye and she had completely over reacted to Juliet's "torture". That was the really embarrassing thing. She had been so closed off to everything but what was in her world that she jumped to occlusions and invented problems that were compatible for her answers.... or maybe she had just been temporarily insane for a little bit. They had that in the muggle world, why not have it in the wizarding world too... yeah she had just been a bit ibbly-bibbliy for a while. Just like Aunt Frieda who had poisoned her husband for cheating on her.... the Weasley women, they defiantly are a force to be reconed with...
Draco was the first to get up out of his chair and with a slightly softened look towards Ginny he hauled her out of hers and back out into the bright hallway.
Damn it sure is bright out here. I wish there were a few shadows...out here in the hallway you're completely exposed.
Ginny's thoughts were interrupted by Draco clearing his throat.
"Ummm. Ginny I didn't really mean what I said back in the dining hall. You aren't pathetic. A little crazy maybe but not pathetic."
"Well, gee, now that's just great to hear. I'm nuts!"
"HEY! I'm just trying to apologize for being an arse. I'm trying to start out on a new foot here dammit! Can't you at least help me? Especially after what you did to me at Hogwarts." Said Draco with a slight wince.
Seeing that wince Ginny's embarrassment and guilt flooded back.
"I'm really sorry about that. I just flipped out. Sure, I own you one. Or well maybe I own you more than one but...sure...I'll help you out. Your really going to try and change?"
"Yeah why the hell not. Here Potter and Weasel—err---Weasley aren't here and I don't have to compete with them. Father won't have anyone to compare me to and the pressure will be lifted. I have a new chance to become the person that I admire. I don't have to wind up being a twisted freak who tortures mudbloods—er---people who are different and muggles."
Ginny had remained silent throughout Draco's entire speech and didn't really know what to say.
Could this be real? Or is Draco just yanking my chain?
Ginny really wanted it to be real. One less potential Death Eater would really be an awesome thing to contribute to the cause against the Bad V. (duh Voldemort) And of course a sorta cute ....friend....would always be nice.
"So you do want to be friends in this whole 'Make Me Over To Not Be A Bad Guy' venture?" said Ginny hesitantly.
"Well, you're the only person I know here. And hey you kicked the crap out of me so you must be a cool girl. Yeah. Sure, I'd love to be friends," said Draco showing his twisted logic.
"Sure, well be friends and partners in this wild venture," continued Draco," I'll be working on becoming one of the good guys and you'll be working on not being...so...crazy."
Ginny snorted. Then blushed like crazy.
SNORTING!!! Why the heck should I care if I snort or not. This is Draco, my new buddy. Yeah.... crap...I have a feeling this is going to get bad...
