It was typical for late nighters to see strange things. A shadow moving silently through the deserted hallways of Hogwarts as the bell tolled its lonesome call was normal for the corridors of Hogwarts. Wary of teachers and other patrollers, the shadow sighed as she reached her intended destination. She never got caught, no matter how many times she snuck out. Percy wouldn't be too happy that she had inherited Fred and George's lack of discipline but then again, she and Percy never really got along to begin with. Sure, they were brother and sister but still, they were never as close as she and the twins.
That's where she got the Shadow cloak, and the Marauder's Map. Yah, they considered giving it to Harry but decided that they should give it to their prodigy, to the heir of their Hogwarts. So before they left after that godforsaken Umbridge woman chased them down, they left in her possession. Now the cloak, the map, and the memories, they're all mine. I think Ginny would have been glad that I took them, not leaving them to Potter or Granger to get their grubby little fingers all over them.
Yes, everyone's changed. From the little girl that was Ginny to the adult that is me, Gynni, nothing special – just a confused young woman on her way to nowhere. A somewhat subdivision of the past Ginny, the quiet little shadow that no one noticed or cared for. I think the most appreciation I've ever received at one time was back in First Year of Hogwarts, when that Tom Riddle decided to use my body as his own little way to recreate himself. Charming young man, really, just charming, just someone that I had to go meet and write and spill my darkest secrets.
I can't say that I wasn't thrilled, astonished, or even bowled over when Harry came up to me after the 'ordeal' and said that it was nothing to be ashamed of to have a crush on him. I mean really, the arrogant little prat. It wasn't until after that I found out that Tom had told Harry lies about what I had written. I was floating on air for weeks, my anxieties about my brothers finding out my secrets dying away. Ron would have been furious, probably would have gone right up to my real crush and beat the crap out of him. But, knowing Ron, he would have cast another curse on himself and only ended up belching up more slugs.
'Course, Hermione reckoned that it was cute how Ron had defended her and gushed about it for the longest time. I always knew that those two would get together; it was practically predestined. A small part of me felt bad for Harry because I knew that he'd be slanted out of the picture when they got together. I was right.
But I am getting way off track; I'm here to tell the story of two weddings, a break up, and the twisted chaos that erupted from everything surrounding myself.
That's where she got the Shadow cloak, and the Marauder's Map. Yah, they considered giving it to Harry but decided that they should give it to their prodigy, to the heir of their Hogwarts. So before they left after that godforsaken Umbridge woman chased them down, they left in her possession. Now the cloak, the map, and the memories, they're all mine. I think Ginny would have been glad that I took them, not leaving them to Potter or Granger to get their grubby little fingers all over them.
Yes, everyone's changed. From the little girl that was Ginny to the adult that is me, Gynni, nothing special – just a confused young woman on her way to nowhere. A somewhat subdivision of the past Ginny, the quiet little shadow that no one noticed or cared for. I think the most appreciation I've ever received at one time was back in First Year of Hogwarts, when that Tom Riddle decided to use my body as his own little way to recreate himself. Charming young man, really, just charming, just someone that I had to go meet and write and spill my darkest secrets.
I can't say that I wasn't thrilled, astonished, or even bowled over when Harry came up to me after the 'ordeal' and said that it was nothing to be ashamed of to have a crush on him. I mean really, the arrogant little prat. It wasn't until after that I found out that Tom had told Harry lies about what I had written. I was floating on air for weeks, my anxieties about my brothers finding out my secrets dying away. Ron would have been furious, probably would have gone right up to my real crush and beat the crap out of him. But, knowing Ron, he would have cast another curse on himself and only ended up belching up more slugs.
'Course, Hermione reckoned that it was cute how Ron had defended her and gushed about it for the longest time. I always knew that those two would get together; it was practically predestined. A small part of me felt bad for Harry because I knew that he'd be slanted out of the picture when they got together. I was right.
But I am getting way off track; I'm here to tell the story of two weddings, a break up, and the twisted chaos that erupted from everything surrounding myself.