The Day after Tomorrow

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Ginny got through her O.W.L.s surprisingly well, she wasn't nervous of them. She just awaited the dread day that the attack would come, and what would happen if she wasn't ready?

Her Divination exam was really stupid. She told the examiner some crap about her dying in the next couple of days, and worried not-she thought the subject dumb anyway.

Transfiguration she had to have passed. She found transfiguration easy now, since she had become a goddess, after all, she was practically an Animagus now. And her transformation was one of the most powerful in the world. Sometimes, she sneaked her way into Dumbledore's office and talked to Fawkes as a sunstra. He was very helpful and told her things about her sunstra form that she would never have found out herself. One thing that he told her was that it was very likely that there were more sunstras, and that they might turn up in time for the war. A few phoenixes would come as well.

Jennifer was often now with the mermaids, who loved her and helped her to learn many things that she needed to know. It was the fine tuning, the sharpening of the swords speaking of which . . .

Hermione was sitting in the Common Room, with Chanel and the two of them were just relaxing. Ron was in the room too, sleeping and Harry was lying on his back counting the stars in the ceiling. They were waiting for Ginny.

"Hermione," said Chanel.

"Yes?" Hermione just felt lazily happy, ready to sleep her way.

"Package in front of you."

They all sat up. Hermione saw a large chest, made of fine wood, and she opened it. She gasped. It was so beautiful.

Soft deep blue velvet formed the backing for a sword, a long and gorgeous sword. The hilt was of worked silver, and featured a werewolf at the bottom, then a carving of a goddess. She looked at the face, and then she recognized her self. The eyes were gleaming pearls, and the belt was of moonstones. At the very top of the hilt she saw a huge pearl. The blade was sharp, very sharp and in moon runes on the hilt she saw the words

Goddess, Child of the Moon, use me well.

She stared at Chanel. Then she looked back in the box. As well, she saw a bow, made of very fine wood, glistening white, with the same moon runes. Part of it was silver. The arrows shone, and the tips were sharp. Not barbed, though. Just sharp.

She stood, nervously, and then to the amazement of Harry and Ron, drew the sword. At once, she could feel the power, and looking at Chanel, she nodded. With quick lightning speed, she attacked. The two of them had a scary fight, then she nodded. She then shot an arrow. It was perfect. It was lovely, and she looked at all of them, and felt the tears drop softly.

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Ginny was bored, desperately bored. History of Magic Owls, she heard were dull, and even more so, since she had answered every question perfectly already. Inside was hot, sweltering hot. And she was so very sleepy . . .so very sleepy. In fact, she fell asleep . . .drowsy.

She woke up sharply, less than two minutes later. She didn't know why- then the castle shook. Screams erupted from all around her. And then she saw a figure on her desk, in a splat of water. Jennifer.

Listen, Gin, it's time. Dumbledore's here, stand up! Get to the tower and find Hermione. Don't worry

She followed the pressing mass of bodies forcing their way to the Gryffindor tower, followed by a thin lipped McGonagall. Reality was sinking in. This was the balance that stood, this was the end. This was what she was waiting for. She felt her body pulse, with something that could have been adrenaline, excitement, and fear. She was inside the room and everyone in Gryffindor was screaming as hard as they could- moreso since noone could get to the dorms.

She whirled, claustrophobia coming into play as she turned, looking for Hermione Granger. She saw a hand wave.

Hermione. In goddess form. She phased through them, diluting and using the little bit of sunlight that shone, and was next to Hermione.

Hermione had a sword strapped on next to her goddess dress, with her arrows to the ready, and her grey eyes fathomless. She had on her white satin dress, with the bottom flared, and flat shoes. Her hair was a swirling cloak around her. Ginny suspected that it was magical. A magical barrier. She knew that Hermione looked magical. Evidently her brother thought so- he couldn't keep his eyes off hers. She herself changed, subtly, to her goddess form, and was aware of two arms around her.

She turned to Harry, kissed him lightly. As she did so the two pendants- her sun, and Harry's gold heart shot out sparks. Then she turned to the matter at hand.

McGonagall was trying very hard to shut up everyone. Knowing that McGonagall wasn't going to get this done, she stood up, and sent out three rays of light.

Everyone turned. And they gasped at Hermione's, Ginny's and Jennifer's appearance. And Chanel, Ayesha, and Sara.

Ginny found her voice. "Fellow Gryffindors, I know that Lord Voldemort is attacking. But we can not run and hide like little children, because that is what he wants. We have to fight."

McGonagall looked as if to object, but no one heard her.

"Now, members of D.A., go with Hermione. The others will be there already." For Hermione had called them in her head.

"Let me see," she continued. "Jennifer is good, Sara. Chanel, with Hermione. Ayesha, with me. I would like the seventh years with me. We're going on the roof."

There was murmuring, then they moved out. She turned to Harry. "Good luck Harry. Here is something from me." It was a little bottle, made of hers and Hermione's powers combined. Then she kissed him, and he left, hurrying after Hermione.

"So, what exactly are we doing anyway?" asked a seventh year. Ginny explained.

Hermione was trying not to lose her cool as she nearly shrieked with the joy, fury, hatred, wonder and nearly every emotion that was exploding through her body. She could tell that Chanel was pretty much the same way. The silent D.A. members' feet tramped along behind them, almost like a battle march. Her heart was thudding strongly.

They were in the Great Hall.

Snape walked up to the students with a sneer. "I don't remember students being allowed." Yet he obviously did not recognize her.

Hermione drew herself up to her full height, and looked at him very coolly. "Do I look like a student?"

They were let aside without further question. That was good, for seeing outside the doors of the castle, W.A.L.V. was already there, coming up the drive. She closed her eyes, and then let her power expand. At once, a light just shone, through the great hall door, and it burst open. In time too, for at once one hundred wolves came pounding into the room. They closed the doors, and closed the jet of light.

At once, they promptly reformed to humans, all wearing bodysuits. Remus was at the front, and the one non werewolf smiled, and pushed back her sunglasses as she dismounted, and they gasped. Tonks was wearing a black leather bodysuit, and black boots. Her hair was bright pink.

Remus shrugged. "I couldn't stop her."

Hermione smiled, not quite managing a laugh, at Tonks' clothes. She looked like Catwoman. But there were other things at hand. She waited, waited for the signal from Jennifer, or Ginny. They were the last attack, a strange half world. She could barely believe it was the middle of the day. The school was shaking very lightly, not like the sickening jolt of earlier. She could taste the fear in the air. Then she felt a shiver of electricity. The sky was darkening, almost too dark to see. The war was begun, and she knew, this was Ginny's battle.

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And she was fighting it. All of a sudden, as she stood on the flat areas of the roof with the others, she saw a deep darkness. Voldemort's forces of the air. Well. She looked at the seventh years, watched to see that they were ready to start spells, and transformed. She loved the feeling. Her feathers rippled through her skin, her body grew shorter. Her feet changed to sharp talons, and then her face elongated into a beak. Her necklaces formed part of her feather pattern. Her sword vanished till conjured later.

She spread her wings, and she Ayesha and Fawkes rose into the air.

The CRY! said Fawkes.

She knew it, strangely. She opened her mouth, and called, a strong call, that oddly reverberated in the air. Yet it was sweet, and the dreadful hideous creatures stopped, stunned by its power. As it rang in the air, light spread out, then came back. Then it grew again. From all areas of the sky were balls of light. Sunstras and phoenixes. Then the battle began.

She was flying as fast as she could, her wings whistling, and she felt a dark creature shriek as she killed it.

She didn't think. She couldn't. All that mattered was that she fought. She could see the students sending stunning spells, and she could smell the blood in the air. But she was singing, singing her song with the others. A song of hope that hurt the evil birds. She felt the air whistling, felt the creatures fall to the ground. She tasted blood, and with a shock, she realized it was her own. She dove, deeply then spiraled upwards, spreading the hope towards the battle.

She was spiraling light, partly her sunstra hope, partly her goddess power. She was fighting the birds with this, but she had to do more, she had to do more. She began to fight, still singing of her hopes. She was feeling the things attacking her body, hurting, ripping cruelly at her, but she turned and hit them, felt her talons slide clean through one of the disgusting creatures. She felt her talon burn as the acid blood burned on her talons. She shot it off with her blazing ruby eyes. She felt her beak gut another, and she kept on, almost a mindless machine now, still singing. She gave the Cry again, as Fawkes swooped past her, but stronger. An immensely powerful cry now, ringing through the air. The battle redoubled, as they responded to the cry. It came again, sending its light waves out again. She continued to fight.

Then she crumpled. She felt a talon pierce her stomach, looking up, a thing sneered at her. She killed it, but the damage was done. She kept fighting, she had to keep fighting, but she felt the darkness spreading through her body. She was falling, and she couldn't heal the wound . . . it was growing dark, cold . . . everyone was running . . . keep fighting . . . she hit a turret hard, and felt her wings break painfully . . . . she was done for . . . she kept singing . . .could anyone hear her? She had lost, she had let them all down, she was done for . . . But what was this wind? The wind was blowing so strongly . . . the students were falling . . . the evil things were dropping fast . . .

Ginny lay there, even as the battles ravaged in the air, unable to move, floating in and out of consciousness. She couldn't think, her light was going out . . .her throat hurt, but she kept singing . . . that was all she could do . . .

She felt something bend over her, a blurry shape, and suddenly she could see better that she had before. She felt someone lift her into the air, blowing her very softly . . . it was comfortable, she was still singing softly . . . and she heard a very blurry voice saying

"Your Battle is done Ginny, don't worry."

She felt so light, floating high in the air above the sun must fight . . . then she blacked out.

She could see the sun. It was blazing so brightly, and then, she felt her body being pulled towards it. She fell straight in, and fell to the core . . . the light was blinding to anyone else but her . . . her body was pulsing strongly as the sun sent radiation through her . . . suddenly she was Light! Her body no longer had blood, but light! She was made entirely out of sunlight . . .she had never felt so alive! So vibrant!

A sunstra appeared, and she held on to it . . . and they began to glide through the air, and abruptly she felt the dousing into the air . . and she was being pulled farther and farther from her element, then she was heading through the cool space . . . . back through a black hole, never before had she moved so fast.

Then she gasped, and sat up.

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