Everyone.


Out of character.


They looked unreal.


Really, unreal.


'I'm dreaming' Molly thought. 'Yes, please let me de dreaming'


She walked back up to her bedroom. Or did she glide upstairs? She didn't know. She just hoped she was still dreaming. Arthur was still asleep, still dreaming. He was smiling. It was a happy dream. She didn't want to wake him up but, she had to. So that he could wake her up. From her nightmare.


Molly poked him a little and he started to sit up slowly, groggily rubbing is eyes. He searched for her in the darkness


"Moll?"

She pointed down the stairs. She opened her mouth to speak but words failed her. Molly Weasley was never lost on words.


Arthur walked out of the room slowly, grabbing his housecoat and pausing to look at Mrs. Weasley. She was a pale as snow and the lack of expression on her face was terrifying. Arthur had to brace himself as he walked downstairs but, he was too overcome with confusion. However, he was fond with his words


"What the hell is going on?"


Molly waved her had and the door shut behind him. She was not interested in the response.


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Ginny was really mad at herself. This could have all been prevented if she kept quiet. She should've dealt with it on her own. But, no. She had to say something.

She was up in her room hugging her knees. Her room seemed to look so different from a minute ago. It wasn't hers or, maybe she wasn't Ginny. It didn't fell like it. She didn't feel like herself.

She wasn't going to cry again either. She couldn't. Tears, at this point, where pointless and shed in vain. The last thing Virginia wanted was vanity.


Hermione couldn't do anything but observe Ginny. Every move, sigh, huff and puff might have some clue as to what was wrong. She couldn't stand it. Being clueless and all. Everyone knew what was going on. Everyone was a piece of the puzzle. Hermione was just a side order useless, pointless. Just taking up space.

Did they want her to fell that way? So segregated and alone? She wasn't exactly sure but. It felt like it.


They had all just been put on house arrest. When Mr. Weasley asked about the situation, everyone stayed silent, costing them their freedom. After he fixed Harry up, he charmed the two girls in a bedroom. They would remain in there until someone decided to speak up. The same they believe, happened with the boys.


After all of the thinking and assuming Hermione finally spoke to Ginny.


"Ginny, What happened? What'd you tell Ron?

Ginny pulled her knees closer to her chest.

"Nothing, Hermione"


"Nothing? How could nothing be wrong?"


"Calm down."

Hermione was quickly losing patience.


"Calm down?!?! Everyone is acting so weird and no one wants to tell me what's going on!"

Ginny shook her head and lied back releasing her knees and sighed. She threw her head back on her pillow.


"You really don't need to worry about it."


"What are you talking about? I don't have to worry myself now?"

Ginny was losing her patience also. Granger always had to stick her nose somewhere. Could she just leave it alone?


"No, you don't need to worry. It has nothing to do with you! You always have to be in the middle of something don't you! Go find a book, Granger!"


Hermione stepped back in surprise. Her ears were playing tricks on her. This was her best friend.


"What?"


"Do you speak English?"


"Ginny, what's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?"


Ginny got up and went to her chest of drawers. She fiddled with the little trinkets she had collected over the years. She had to keep her mind off of Hermione.

"Stop with the questions." she snapped. "You're not my mother."


Hermione sat back on her bed. Ginny was possessed. There was no other explanation for it. Maybe everyone was. Was Hermione the only sane person around?



"You've changed, Ginny"


Ginny picked up the tiny porcelain girl Ron had given her for her birthday. It was so small but, big enough to make an indent in Hermione's head. She gripped it, tightly till her knuckles were white, ready to launch it but, decided against it.


"Have I?" she asked. The demon in her voice was gone. She sounded innocent again, normal again.


"Yes, you have. You become some kind of...of..."


"Some kind of what?" the devil was back. It scared Hermione as to how quickly it returned. She found her courage and continued what she wanted to say.


"You've started selling yourself, Ginny. You really need to grow up."






Maybe she didn't mean to.






But Ginny slapped Hermione.






Not so gently either.


Hermione sat there holding her face with her chin in her lap. She couldn't believe it. Ginny was her best friend, now she was her worst enemy. Ginny stepped closer to Hermione. Her blue eyes were no longer soft and innocent, or welcoming. The belonged to the devil and burned with hatred.




"Hermione.... How...How dare you! You are the last person who should be preaching to me! Look at you , Granger! You're a mudblood! Still inferior to me," She stepped 3 inches closer to Hermione. "And you always will be."


Hermione ran to the door, forgetting all about the charms it contained. However to her surprise it flew open as he reached for the doorknob. Standing there with an angry, stone look on his face was Arthur Weasley.


"Ginny, Hermione. It's time for you to explain yourselves."