Angels and Demons
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It had been three months since she'd left. It was her last resort when she'd been left by herself. Voldemort had killed her parents after he killed her six brothers. Yet his true target was her.
She was living as a muggle waitress in London now, content on staying with her American roommate, Raine, for as long as she could. Raine and her boss, as well as the other waiters and waitresses knew her as Virginia 'Gin' Westlin, a red-headed fire-cracker with a secret past. Yet the Wizarding World knew her as Ginevra 'Ginny' Weasley. And for all but three people, she was dead. Three people who refused to give up. And Harry Potter wasn't one of them.
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December 14th, 1998 -
"Sir, what can I do you for?" Gin asked a man sitting by himself at the bar as she handed him a menu.
"Coffee. And please make it quick. I want to be awake when my friends arrive." the blonde haired man scoffed. Ginny paled.
"Mi.. Millie.. ta-take over. I think I'm going to be sic-sick." Gin managed. Then she flung her apron of onto the bar and fled, leaving behind a small white book. The blonde haired man picked it up. He pocketed it and waited for his friends to arrive.
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Later that day, Gin and Raine's flat -
"Oh Raine! I saw someone I knew from school today! And then I lost my journal. If he's the one that found it he'll get his family to kill me off, thus ending the Wea- err- Westlin family. Oh Bloody Hell! I'm so bloody confused and angry and I miss my brothers and my mum and dad." Gin cried.
"Oh okay?" Raine exclaimed, flipping her greasy black hair behind her, her dark brown eyes transfixed on the redhead.
"I have to get some things. Can you gather, lavender... black hair dye... cinnamon.. And a long black skirt for me?" Gin pleaded.
"O--kay... Why?" she asked.
"Do it and I'll tell you." Gin barked at her, obviously out of pent-up anger.
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POV Switch -
He wasn't like his father. He didn't enjoy raping or killing, nor did he hate muggles or muggle-borns. He hated what he'd had to become to protect himself. He didn't know when it happened. When he'd fallen for her. He never wanted anyone to see him for who he truly was. Yet when Ginevra Weasley was left orphaned and alone, he wanted to help her. And then, she disappeared. No clue was left as to where she went. It hurt him, at first he didn't know why. But when he looked at Potter he knew. Because he'd fallen. Fallen for the red-headed Weaslette.
It took him just a week to find who else cared about her. Only Hermione Granger, and to his surprise, Professor Snape knew she had to be alive. Not even the beloved Harry Potter wanted to search for her. But the three of them did. The only thing that could make the three stranger would be if Professor Snape was a Hufflepuff.
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Kyla M