Christmas and afterwards
Ginny woke up on a very snowy, very white and clear Christmas morning to the faint, pale rays of sunlight streaming through the windows. She kicked her feet, then yelped: she had hit her Christmas presents. Luckily no one else had woken up.
The usual presents were there: a sweater from Mum, pale emerald green, and some yummy looking fudge. From Ron she had gotten a huge set of sugar quills, from her brothers Fred and George, a huge set of things in a gift set that looked Cat Caramels, and other things. From Fleur and Bill she saw a big parcel that turned out to be a gorgeously elegant gold dress robe that she knew that Fleur must have chosen. It was of floaty chiffon. She dug through the pile and soon she found the last set of gifts. From the sleeping Ayesha, she had gotten a miniature sunstra that looked just like how she was supposed to look. Chanel gave her a small little crown for the sunstra. Hermione had given her a box that when she opened it she saw a flash of light, and she could see a lovely picture of Jennifer, Hermione, and herself.
Then with shaking fingers, she drew out and opened a long box, wrapped in paper. She saw a small black velvet box, and inside she saw a beautiful gold chain with a small locket with G inscribed on it. Inside was a picture of her and Harry. There was a note that it was lying on. It said "Merry Christmas Ginny. Hope you like it. Love Harry."
Love Harry.
Of course she liked it.
It was a great Christmas, for the happy people left to appreciate the glittering icicles, and the shimmering snow. The lake had frozen over it seemed, expressly for Christmas, but Ginny suspected very highly that Jennifer and Sara had been up to much mischief. It was a fairy tale day while it lasted. There was much much private time with a very appreciative Harry. The cozy night with those friends in front the fire place was good.
Then the icky school term started back, and the real desperate, gut wrenching, heart breaking work had to begin again. All those innocent people didn't know what was going on.
A very pale Tonks came to teach DADA. But she was a strong woman, with a light in her eyes that would not, could not go out. Never. No one had any idea, none, where Lupin was, though Hermione did tell her that he was as safe as he ever could be. Well, nearly.
The DA club had absolute support, and its members trained harder. But the questions that they could not avoid were "Why are we doing this?" The subject came up again when the Creevey brothers were busy trying very hard to hex one of the absolutely stupid members who had always doubted Harry completely and absurdly. In fact the only reason he came was to dote on a very familiar Chinese girl, with long brown hair. He hardly saw her.
This would be Michael Corner.
Colin Creevey was trying very hard not to laugh, as every time that Corner tried to hex his opponent, Susan Bones, his wand would fly out of his hand, and he would get hexed instead. And this sort of thing happened every meeting. Just about. For the hundredth time, Ginny had managed to hex Colin (managed?) to get him to shut up.
The guilty parties involved couldn't understand why Harry went ballistic. A bit Oliver Wood, really, when you thought about it.
"Can you please, for the millionth time not do that anymore!!" yelled Harry.
There was abrupt silence.
"Oh come on," said Colin, "this whole thing's just for fun, why waste your time?"
"Yeah," replied the rest of the group.
The air grew very still.
"It isn't just for fun," said a very terse, tense Hermione.
"Oh?" said Michael Corner with a very I'd-like-to-see-you-prove-it kind of tone. "Looks just like fun and games."
"Oh no. This fun and games," said Ginny using much irony, "this fun and games is preparing us for the great battle in term three against Lord Voldemort."
Jaws dropped.
"I might add, the final one," she added drily.
There was a silence as they waited for this to be taken in by the very astounded group.
Then it began to sink in.
Then she added in a hiss. "Tell no one. Lives. Hopes. Depend on this one thing. Tell no one."
It was sinking through the school as the weeks began to flash by. Coolness sunk. Laughter was seldom. Students stayed in groups. The Quidditch, even, was half hearted. You could feel the iciness descending into the hearts of all students, even those who did not know about the dreadful attack that Lord Voldemort was planning. Some might never ever, know. So many would die. Everything began to sink it slowly.
Tell no one.
Their lives depended on it.
Actually, their lives depended on a lot of things.
Not exactly comforting.
Sirius, who, extremely happy as a free man . . . or dog, since many people saw Snuffles still, was now his own man. Tonks he teased like she was still a little girl, and there was an odd relief in that for her. It would always be like this, as long as there was a Sirius. He would always tease her. Always laugh with and at her. There would always be girls sighing after his good looks.
Some things, just couldn't and wouldn't change.
It was very reassuring in the great and scary time of suspense that was the term that there were things that wouldn't change.
Like Dumbledore.
Whose beard was still long, and eyes would still twinkle. McGonagall, whose eyes remained black, and bun tight. Though she seemed a little more tired, she was still McGonagall.
And for Tonks, the fact that she loved Remus, and he loved her back.
That was the light spot of her life, and she didn't care really, that it wasn't really big.
It was the hope centre, and bright spot.
That and Hermione. It was very strange in a way, but she was putting her trust in Hermione Granger, since, after all she was a moon goddess. In a way, this was really the most believable thing. She and Remus often talked about it in the little time they could snatch together, in the kitchen in Grimmauld Place before and after OotP meetings. Also in the little secret meetings with Hermione Granger.
It seemed that she was a pioneer, in the forms of moon goddesses because Chanel, who talked to Remus, who told her stuff, said that Hermione was the first goddess to get the strange long distance holographic appearances done. Complete with shield. And force field. Apparently Chanel never even thought of doing it, but it was actually really cool.
And freaky.
Like the time they met with them the first or second time.
First a freaky ray of light appeared, then Hermione appeared in the centre, sat down on whatever was in her side of this thing and would talk to them. This was more than a little surprising, and it was a good thing that Hermione had made a sound proof shield, since Tonks had screamed rather ultrasonically. You couldn't blame her.
After they had all recovered, Hermione had told them about her idea. You could call it W.A.L.V. Werewolves Against Lord Voldemort. Remus was to round up all the good werewolves they could find, and organize them into a campaign for the battle force. Well a bit, like a campaign. The persuasion was a 'miracle technology' that would provide them with freedom from their condition, as well as the truth about werewolves.
The battle was most definitely on.
Voldemort thought that he would catch the other side napping. He would have a very major surprise.
But back at school Ron was just finding the whole thing slightly bemusing. First Hermione was a goddess, then Ginny was a goddess. Just a little mind boggling. Whatever would Mum think, he wondered occasionally. Then You-Know- Who attacking, then him actually going out with Hermione Granger.
Hermione Granger. Goddess in every way.
Rather scary, but bloody brilliant.
His friend was wanted by Lord Voldemort. That was just scary.
Yet everything did seem to work out kind of well, even if he was trying to understand exactly why it was Hermione was popping out of Hogwarts at night, and why Ginny was surprisingly not telling Mum. And the fact that she was going out with Harry finally.
Very neat and tidy.
Even if the school was to be attacked by you-Know-Who, and hardly anyone in the school realized it.
Everything was a bit like one of Mum's huge patchwork quilts. Very crazy, but it all seemed to work out, which was more than could be said for most things.
Very very crazy/messy/absurd/ unbelievable.
Very. Much. Patchwork. Quilt.
And Dumbledore himself was getting very tired, even feeling very old. Thousands of things were just popping up out of nowhere, such as the strange enchantments. But those were impossible. Only ancient and strong magic of the fairytale things called goddesses and gods could have created those. But that's what they looked like. So who were they?
And Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort was gathering more power. But the whole school seemed to feel it. But no one knew, or should know. They had to be told, yet they already seemed to know of the attack. He often wondered what his students worried about. Especially Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. They seemed to have a great deal of responsibility, of something strange. Very confusing.
It was really sometimes a bit too much.
Maybe he was getting senile.
But he didn't think so. You were senile when you lost all the joys of life, and he hadn't.
Oh no. He still liked lemon drops.
Delightful sweets.
I'm Back!!!!. Sorry for the delay but I went away for a MONTH!!! Music school! So I couldn't update, sorry sorry, will update more! VACATION!! I LOVE BEING HOME!!!!!
Sorry bout that.
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Ginny woke up on a very snowy, very white and clear Christmas morning to the faint, pale rays of sunlight streaming through the windows. She kicked her feet, then yelped: she had hit her Christmas presents. Luckily no one else had woken up.
The usual presents were there: a sweater from Mum, pale emerald green, and some yummy looking fudge. From Ron she had gotten a huge set of sugar quills, from her brothers Fred and George, a huge set of things in a gift set that looked Cat Caramels, and other things. From Fleur and Bill she saw a big parcel that turned out to be a gorgeously elegant gold dress robe that she knew that Fleur must have chosen. It was of floaty chiffon. She dug through the pile and soon she found the last set of gifts. From the sleeping Ayesha, she had gotten a miniature sunstra that looked just like how she was supposed to look. Chanel gave her a small little crown for the sunstra. Hermione had given her a box that when she opened it she saw a flash of light, and she could see a lovely picture of Jennifer, Hermione, and herself.
Then with shaking fingers, she drew out and opened a long box, wrapped in paper. She saw a small black velvet box, and inside she saw a beautiful gold chain with a small locket with G inscribed on it. Inside was a picture of her and Harry. There was a note that it was lying on. It said "Merry Christmas Ginny. Hope you like it. Love Harry."
Love Harry.
Of course she liked it.
It was a great Christmas, for the happy people left to appreciate the glittering icicles, and the shimmering snow. The lake had frozen over it seemed, expressly for Christmas, but Ginny suspected very highly that Jennifer and Sara had been up to much mischief. It was a fairy tale day while it lasted. There was much much private time with a very appreciative Harry. The cozy night with those friends in front the fire place was good.
Then the icky school term started back, and the real desperate, gut wrenching, heart breaking work had to begin again. All those innocent people didn't know what was going on.
A very pale Tonks came to teach DADA. But she was a strong woman, with a light in her eyes that would not, could not go out. Never. No one had any idea, none, where Lupin was, though Hermione did tell her that he was as safe as he ever could be. Well, nearly.
The DA club had absolute support, and its members trained harder. But the questions that they could not avoid were "Why are we doing this?" The subject came up again when the Creevey brothers were busy trying very hard to hex one of the absolutely stupid members who had always doubted Harry completely and absurdly. In fact the only reason he came was to dote on a very familiar Chinese girl, with long brown hair. He hardly saw her.
This would be Michael Corner.
Colin Creevey was trying very hard not to laugh, as every time that Corner tried to hex his opponent, Susan Bones, his wand would fly out of his hand, and he would get hexed instead. And this sort of thing happened every meeting. Just about. For the hundredth time, Ginny had managed to hex Colin (managed?) to get him to shut up.
The guilty parties involved couldn't understand why Harry went ballistic. A bit Oliver Wood, really, when you thought about it.
"Can you please, for the millionth time not do that anymore!!" yelled Harry.
There was abrupt silence.
"Oh come on," said Colin, "this whole thing's just for fun, why waste your time?"
"Yeah," replied the rest of the group.
The air grew very still.
"It isn't just for fun," said a very terse, tense Hermione.
"Oh?" said Michael Corner with a very I'd-like-to-see-you-prove-it kind of tone. "Looks just like fun and games."
"Oh no. This fun and games," said Ginny using much irony, "this fun and games is preparing us for the great battle in term three against Lord Voldemort."
Jaws dropped.
"I might add, the final one," she added drily.
There was a silence as they waited for this to be taken in by the very astounded group.
Then it began to sink in.
Then she added in a hiss. "Tell no one. Lives. Hopes. Depend on this one thing. Tell no one."
It was sinking through the school as the weeks began to flash by. Coolness sunk. Laughter was seldom. Students stayed in groups. The Quidditch, even, was half hearted. You could feel the iciness descending into the hearts of all students, even those who did not know about the dreadful attack that Lord Voldemort was planning. Some might never ever, know. So many would die. Everything began to sink it slowly.
Tell no one.
Their lives depended on it.
Actually, their lives depended on a lot of things.
Not exactly comforting.
Sirius, who, extremely happy as a free man . . . or dog, since many people saw Snuffles still, was now his own man. Tonks he teased like she was still a little girl, and there was an odd relief in that for her. It would always be like this, as long as there was a Sirius. He would always tease her. Always laugh with and at her. There would always be girls sighing after his good looks.
Some things, just couldn't and wouldn't change.
It was very reassuring in the great and scary time of suspense that was the term that there were things that wouldn't change.
Like Dumbledore.
Whose beard was still long, and eyes would still twinkle. McGonagall, whose eyes remained black, and bun tight. Though she seemed a little more tired, she was still McGonagall.
And for Tonks, the fact that she loved Remus, and he loved her back.
That was the light spot of her life, and she didn't care really, that it wasn't really big.
It was the hope centre, and bright spot.
That and Hermione. It was very strange in a way, but she was putting her trust in Hermione Granger, since, after all she was a moon goddess. In a way, this was really the most believable thing. She and Remus often talked about it in the little time they could snatch together, in the kitchen in Grimmauld Place before and after OotP meetings. Also in the little secret meetings with Hermione Granger.
It seemed that she was a pioneer, in the forms of moon goddesses because Chanel, who talked to Remus, who told her stuff, said that Hermione was the first goddess to get the strange long distance holographic appearances done. Complete with shield. And force field. Apparently Chanel never even thought of doing it, but it was actually really cool.
And freaky.
Like the time they met with them the first or second time.
First a freaky ray of light appeared, then Hermione appeared in the centre, sat down on whatever was in her side of this thing and would talk to them. This was more than a little surprising, and it was a good thing that Hermione had made a sound proof shield, since Tonks had screamed rather ultrasonically. You couldn't blame her.
After they had all recovered, Hermione had told them about her idea. You could call it W.A.L.V. Werewolves Against Lord Voldemort. Remus was to round up all the good werewolves they could find, and organize them into a campaign for the battle force. Well a bit, like a campaign. The persuasion was a 'miracle technology' that would provide them with freedom from their condition, as well as the truth about werewolves.
The battle was most definitely on.
Voldemort thought that he would catch the other side napping. He would have a very major surprise.
But back at school Ron was just finding the whole thing slightly bemusing. First Hermione was a goddess, then Ginny was a goddess. Just a little mind boggling. Whatever would Mum think, he wondered occasionally. Then You-Know- Who attacking, then him actually going out with Hermione Granger.
Hermione Granger. Goddess in every way.
Rather scary, but bloody brilliant.
His friend was wanted by Lord Voldemort. That was just scary.
Yet everything did seem to work out kind of well, even if he was trying to understand exactly why it was Hermione was popping out of Hogwarts at night, and why Ginny was surprisingly not telling Mum. And the fact that she was going out with Harry finally.
Very neat and tidy.
Even if the school was to be attacked by you-Know-Who, and hardly anyone in the school realized it.
Everything was a bit like one of Mum's huge patchwork quilts. Very crazy, but it all seemed to work out, which was more than could be said for most things.
Very very crazy/messy/absurd/ unbelievable.
Very. Much. Patchwork. Quilt.
And Dumbledore himself was getting very tired, even feeling very old. Thousands of things were just popping up out of nowhere, such as the strange enchantments. But those were impossible. Only ancient and strong magic of the fairytale things called goddesses and gods could have created those. But that's what they looked like. So who were they?
And Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort was gathering more power. But the whole school seemed to feel it. But no one knew, or should know. They had to be told, yet they already seemed to know of the attack. He often wondered what his students worried about. Especially Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. They seemed to have a great deal of responsibility, of something strange. Very confusing.
It was really sometimes a bit too much.
Maybe he was getting senile.
But he didn't think so. You were senile when you lost all the joys of life, and he hadn't.
Oh no. He still liked lemon drops.
Delightful sweets.
I'm Back!!!!. Sorry for the delay but I went away for a MONTH!!! Music school! So I couldn't update, sorry sorry, will update more! VACATION!! I LOVE BEING HOME!!!!!
Sorry bout that.
Please Read and review. I miss reviews.