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Chapter one How it all began
Ginny Weasley sat on her head. 'BORED' was the only thing going through her head. She heard the downstairs clock chime; her dad had come back from work. Or he was in mortal peril. Either was quite interesting.
Mr. Weasley had recently been nominated for the new minister of magic since fudge was quitting after his term was finished. She walked calmly out of her bedroom and down to the kitchen. "Hi dad!"
"Hello gingersnap! How are you?" a wide smile spread across his face as he used the oh-so-used nickname Ginny had gained over the years.
"Dad," said Ginny patiently, "can you please call me by my normal name."
"Of course Ginny." said Mr. Weasley, slightly put out by his daughter. Then he perked up and asked her happily; "guess what I brought home?"
"What?" said Ginny as she heard her brother and his friend's feet pounding down the stairs.
Her dad pulled out a medium sized box from behind his back.
"DAD! Is it a replacement?" Ginny said, guessing what it might be.
"Yes, and it is portable. But you need to make sure you treat it properly, a Discman is a valuable muggle object." Ginny squealed in excitement, taking the box from her dad.
"DAD!" it was Ron. He, Harry, and Hermione were at the bottom of the stairs, completely ignoring Ginny. It seemed ignore-ance was infectious as her dad turned and started talking animatedly to the threesome and forgetting Ginny. As they walked toward the kitchen table Ginny went back up to her room.
It was the regular routine. Go, talk, be ignored, and go back. It as pretty much the same everywhere. Even at Hogwarts she was ignored. Well maybe not exactly. She was only known as 'Ron's baby sister' or 'that redhead who loves Harry Potter' or 'that girl who opened the chamber of secrets.
Ginny sighed. None of those were her. She wasn't a baby anymore. She had gotten over Harry long ago. And she didn't know she was opening the chamber, she was cursed! She didn't want to be known as any of those things.
Ginny wanted to be different and independent. She didn't want to be 'Gingersnap' or 'Ginbear'. She wanted to be Virginia Weasley. Then again she never really liked her name. She was confused.
Ginny turned on her new Discman to listen to some good ol' muggle music. She turned on her favorite band, Groovelilly.
'I always thought I'd set the world on fire With my dreams as kindling, the match was my desire. Now the rain won't stop, it's all too wet to burn. And as I try to light this sodden wood I learn This was never in the blueprint This was never part of my plan I've been struggling here forever and everybody's running past me to the dry land! I see all the other torches, lighting up the night I am right here with my matches burning bright
But nobody needs my little light Nobody needs my little light Nobody needs my little light.
With my coat turned up, my back against the rain I will cup my hands to shield this fragile flame There's a bonfire blazing, just around the bend And it would be so easy to toss my match right in. All my friends are there together Warmth, safety, and a soup can I've been struggling here forever and everybody's running past me to the dry land! I see all the other torches, lighting up the night I am right here with my matches burning bright.
But nobody needs my little light Nobody needs my little light Nobody needs my little light
I'll be shining like a beacon When the other embers are dying I'll be flying like an eagle Burning up the skyline, or die trying! It's a lonely mission, and a solitary fight But I will stay here with my matches burning bright!
If nobody needs my little light If nobody needs my little light It's there for me my little light I'll never leave my little light.'
As the song ended Ginny realized silent tears were leaking down her face. That was her. She couldn't fulfill her dreams be cause of the rain, her family, always over her.
"GINNY!!" her mother called from the kitchen. "I need you to do the boys' jobs tonight! Thanks sweetie!"
Ginny walked down to her mother. "Why do I need to do their jobs? Why can't they do it? I shouldn't have to do, like, 15 jobs!"
"There aren't 15 sweetie! Anyway Percy just got home from a big meeting and is up in his room resting, Fred and George are LOCKED in their room and Ron is with his friends right now. And each of you has 3 jobs so... It is only 12 jobs!" Mrs. Weasley said exasperatedly.
"What about my 5 normal jobs!! That makes it 17! Too much for a 15 year old to do in half-an-hour!" Ginny complained.
"Oh come on sweetie!" Mrs. Weasley grinned, "do it to show your brothers! You need to toughen up honey!"
"NO MOM! I am plenty tough already! I am not going to!" Ginny thought she would win this argument but her mother's smile left her face replaced by a stern frown.
"Go up to your room young lady. No dinner and if I have to you will lose your muggle privileges. And no allowance AND you are grounded for a month!"
"FINE!!!" Ginny screeched at her mother and ran up to her room.
"What does she know." she mumbled grumpily. "She was an only child. She got everything she asked for. And losing allowance is only losing, like, one or two sickles!"
She turned back on her Groovelilly CD. Her favorite song. 'Sitting on the Fence'
'There are two meadows wide and green A fence is running in between And all the horses on one side are all healthy They have perfect shiny coats And a bucket full of oats In terms of equine assets they are all wealthy
But every day they're tied to someone else's rope A riding crop's enough to make them give up hope Is that the life for me? I don't think I could cope, nope
That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence
And over on the other side Are horses running far and wide They are proud and they will answer to no one They are wild as the breeze They will do just as they please There is beauty in their unbridled motion
But when the winter comes there's hardly food at all There's no retreating to the safety of the stall Don't think I'll answer when I hear Jack London's call, y'all
That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence
There's no alternative - it's how it's always been You're fat and burdened, or unburdened and too thin So either way you go they're going to fence you in, when
You gotta wear the saddle if you want to get the apple But you can't enjoy the apple when you're underneath the saddle But you gotta wear the saddle if you want to get the apple But you can't enjoy the apple when you're underneath the saddle!
That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence!
That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence On the fence, on the fence, on the fence!'
'Dude, do these people know me.' Thought Ginny as the song finished. 'But as I said to mom, I can fend for myself. I am not a baby anymore. I suppose I would want to be on the wild side.' And that is how it all began.
A/N Groovelilly is a real band. They rock and you can find them online @ www.groovelilly.com They are the best ever!!!!!! The songs are all real songs from their album: 'Just the Three of us LIVE' Valorie Vigoda is their lead and U will C some more songs from them later.
Chapter one How it all began
Ginny Weasley sat on her head. 'BORED' was the only thing going through her head. She heard the downstairs clock chime; her dad had come back from work. Or he was in mortal peril. Either was quite interesting.
Mr. Weasley had recently been nominated for the new minister of magic since fudge was quitting after his term was finished. She walked calmly out of her bedroom and down to the kitchen. "Hi dad!"
"Hello gingersnap! How are you?" a wide smile spread across his face as he used the oh-so-used nickname Ginny had gained over the years.
"Dad," said Ginny patiently, "can you please call me by my normal name."
"Of course Ginny." said Mr. Weasley, slightly put out by his daughter. Then he perked up and asked her happily; "guess what I brought home?"
"What?" said Ginny as she heard her brother and his friend's feet pounding down the stairs.
Her dad pulled out a medium sized box from behind his back.
"DAD! Is it a replacement?" Ginny said, guessing what it might be.
"Yes, and it is portable. But you need to make sure you treat it properly, a Discman is a valuable muggle object." Ginny squealed in excitement, taking the box from her dad.
"DAD!" it was Ron. He, Harry, and Hermione were at the bottom of the stairs, completely ignoring Ginny. It seemed ignore-ance was infectious as her dad turned and started talking animatedly to the threesome and forgetting Ginny. As they walked toward the kitchen table Ginny went back up to her room.
It was the regular routine. Go, talk, be ignored, and go back. It as pretty much the same everywhere. Even at Hogwarts she was ignored. Well maybe not exactly. She was only known as 'Ron's baby sister' or 'that redhead who loves Harry Potter' or 'that girl who opened the chamber of secrets.
Ginny sighed. None of those were her. She wasn't a baby anymore. She had gotten over Harry long ago. And she didn't know she was opening the chamber, she was cursed! She didn't want to be known as any of those things.
Ginny wanted to be different and independent. She didn't want to be 'Gingersnap' or 'Ginbear'. She wanted to be Virginia Weasley. Then again she never really liked her name. She was confused.
Ginny turned on her new Discman to listen to some good ol' muggle music. She turned on her favorite band, Groovelilly.
'I always thought I'd set the world on fire With my dreams as kindling, the match was my desire. Now the rain won't stop, it's all too wet to burn. And as I try to light this sodden wood I learn This was never in the blueprint This was never part of my plan I've been struggling here forever and everybody's running past me to the dry land! I see all the other torches, lighting up the night I am right here with my matches burning bright
But nobody needs my little light Nobody needs my little light Nobody needs my little light.
With my coat turned up, my back against the rain I will cup my hands to shield this fragile flame There's a bonfire blazing, just around the bend And it would be so easy to toss my match right in. All my friends are there together Warmth, safety, and a soup can I've been struggling here forever and everybody's running past me to the dry land! I see all the other torches, lighting up the night I am right here with my matches burning bright.
But nobody needs my little light Nobody needs my little light Nobody needs my little light
I'll be shining like a beacon When the other embers are dying I'll be flying like an eagle Burning up the skyline, or die trying! It's a lonely mission, and a solitary fight But I will stay here with my matches burning bright!
If nobody needs my little light If nobody needs my little light It's there for me my little light I'll never leave my little light.'
As the song ended Ginny realized silent tears were leaking down her face. That was her. She couldn't fulfill her dreams be cause of the rain, her family, always over her.
"GINNY!!" her mother called from the kitchen. "I need you to do the boys' jobs tonight! Thanks sweetie!"
Ginny walked down to her mother. "Why do I need to do their jobs? Why can't they do it? I shouldn't have to do, like, 15 jobs!"
"There aren't 15 sweetie! Anyway Percy just got home from a big meeting and is up in his room resting, Fred and George are LOCKED in their room and Ron is with his friends right now. And each of you has 3 jobs so... It is only 12 jobs!" Mrs. Weasley said exasperatedly.
"What about my 5 normal jobs!! That makes it 17! Too much for a 15 year old to do in half-an-hour!" Ginny complained.
"Oh come on sweetie!" Mrs. Weasley grinned, "do it to show your brothers! You need to toughen up honey!"
"NO MOM! I am plenty tough already! I am not going to!" Ginny thought she would win this argument but her mother's smile left her face replaced by a stern frown.
"Go up to your room young lady. No dinner and if I have to you will lose your muggle privileges. And no allowance AND you are grounded for a month!"
"FINE!!!" Ginny screeched at her mother and ran up to her room.
"What does she know." she mumbled grumpily. "She was an only child. She got everything she asked for. And losing allowance is only losing, like, one or two sickles!"
She turned back on her Groovelilly CD. Her favorite song. 'Sitting on the Fence'
'There are two meadows wide and green A fence is running in between And all the horses on one side are all healthy They have perfect shiny coats And a bucket full of oats In terms of equine assets they are all wealthy
But every day they're tied to someone else's rope A riding crop's enough to make them give up hope Is that the life for me? I don't think I could cope, nope
That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence
And over on the other side Are horses running far and wide They are proud and they will answer to no one They are wild as the breeze They will do just as they please There is beauty in their unbridled motion
But when the winter comes there's hardly food at all There's no retreating to the safety of the stall Don't think I'll answer when I hear Jack London's call, y'all
That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence
There's no alternative - it's how it's always been You're fat and burdened, or unburdened and too thin So either way you go they're going to fence you in, when
You gotta wear the saddle if you want to get the apple But you can't enjoy the apple when you're underneath the saddle But you gotta wear the saddle if you want to get the apple But you can't enjoy the apple when you're underneath the saddle!
That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence!
That's why I'm sitting on the fence That's why I'm sitting on the fence On the fence, on the fence, on the fence!'
'Dude, do these people know me.' Thought Ginny as the song finished. 'But as I said to mom, I can fend for myself. I am not a baby anymore. I suppose I would want to be on the wild side.' And that is how it all began.
A/N Groovelilly is a real band. They rock and you can find them online @ www.groovelilly.com They are the best ever!!!!!! The songs are all real songs from their album: 'Just the Three of us LIVE' Valorie Vigoda is their lead and U will C some more songs from them later.