CHAPTER 1
"Ginny! Breakfast is served!" Molly Weasley's voice came up through the floor and shacked her out of her thoughts.
Well, that was actually a good thing, daydreaming about Harry Potter would never result in anything...
"Ginny? Are you listening to that muggle music again?" this time it was Ron's voice that rung through the lufteanlegg.
"No! And it's good music!" she yelled, angry at her that stupid moron of a brother.
"Ginny, I'm her too!" Hermione's voice reached her, thought it was pretty low...
"I'm coming!" she grabbed her sweater and ran out in the hallway and down the stairs. Boy had she missed Hermione, being one of three girls in the house, and almost to many boys...!
She ran through the entrance hall, she could that now, because the big portrait of Mrs. Black had ("finally!") been moved that summer, and slipped through the door.
And stopped.
"CONGRATULATIONS!"
She grinned in surprise as Hermione, and Tonks, jumped towards her to give her a big hug.
"What's all this about?" Ginny looked around the room, and her heart jumped in surprise as she spotted Harry sitting next to Ron, grinning from ear to ear. She blushed.
"You're picked out! You got picked out!" Hermione cried, as she jumped up and down.
Ginny looked confused at her, "picked out? Picked out to do what?"
Hermione looked surprised at her, "you're joking! Right?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ginny looked curious at her, "tell me!"
"Look at this!" she stuck a letter in Ginny's face, "Read!"
And she read:
Dear Ms. Virginia Weasley
You have been picked out to represent Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as one, out of two, exchange students in the exchange program between Hogwarts and Aasgaard Academy for Witches and Wizards.
Aasgaard is a highly qualified school, which lays in Norway, one of the countries far north in Europe. The schools headmaster Ivan Karkaroff, is a very well known wizard with strong qualities.
I hope you will enjoy the trip!
Signed,
Minerva McGonagall
Ginny stared from the letter, to Hermione and back to the letter again, "No Way!" she exclaimed and looked around at the others, "No. Way!"
"Yes way!" Hermione said, and giggled, "that sounded better in my head..."
Ginny giggled, and looked at Hermione again, "You were supposed to be picked out, you're the best you know..."
Hermione smiled, "Don't be so stupid, if we were in the same year, I would have trouble beating you! But, well... I was picked out, sort of..."
"Wait a minute, you're the second student to go to Norway?" Ginny hugged her, "Great, now I'll have a good friend to guide me through..."
"Well, I'm not going to Norway, I'm going to Beuxbattons..." Hermione grinned.
"That's great!" Ginny hugged her again, ok, enough hugging!
"We can send letters, and –"
Her mum, who flung herself around her in a big hug, cut her of.
"I can't believe that my little Gin is going to Aasgaard!"
Ginny flushed furiously, "mum... can you stop it, mum! I'm 15 years old; I'm not your baby! I'm not 'little Gin' anymore..."
"No, so we'd better watch her carefully," said Fred, as he and George emerged from the hallway. "What's all this cherry thing about anyway?"
"Has Gin finally gotten herself a boyfriend?" George ducked as Ginny punched at his head.
"Na... I don't think so, bro. 'Cause Ron isn't red, angry or crying..." Fred snickered.
"Gin's going to Aasgaard, as an exchange student" Ron growled, trying not to explode on his brothers, were he sat between Harry and Lupin.
"What's Assgaard?" said George, grinning.
"A.A.S.G.A.A.R.D, Aasgaard!" Hermione said, irritated, "It's the Scandinavian School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It lies in Norway, a land in the cold north..."
"Way to go, Gin!" Fred exclaimed, giving her bear hug.
"Always knew she was great –"
"She got it from us of course..."
"- Our baby sister is going to Assgaard..."
They both sat down beside Ron and Harry, and she joined them. Tonks and Hermione helped her mum carrying food, and butter beer (...) to the table.
She couldn't believe it! She was Hogwarts represent student to another magic school... Only the best students were picked out, and it was several YEARS since the least exchange program was arranged.
"Mind if I join the celebration?" a cold voice, dripped with sarcasm called out from the door.
Everybody turned and looked at the owner of the voice, a few of them to stunned to say anything...
Author's note:
Now? What did you think of that? Should I continue on this story?
By the way, I don't own anything in this history... Norway is the country I live in; Aasgaard is a place in the Old Norwegian mythology!
"Ginny! Breakfast is served!" Molly Weasley's voice came up through the floor and shacked her out of her thoughts.
Well, that was actually a good thing, daydreaming about Harry Potter would never result in anything...
"Ginny? Are you listening to that muggle music again?" this time it was Ron's voice that rung through the lufteanlegg.
"No! And it's good music!" she yelled, angry at her that stupid moron of a brother.
"Ginny, I'm her too!" Hermione's voice reached her, thought it was pretty low...
"I'm coming!" she grabbed her sweater and ran out in the hallway and down the stairs. Boy had she missed Hermione, being one of three girls in the house, and almost to many boys...!
She ran through the entrance hall, she could that now, because the big portrait of Mrs. Black had ("finally!") been moved that summer, and slipped through the door.
And stopped.
"CONGRATULATIONS!"
She grinned in surprise as Hermione, and Tonks, jumped towards her to give her a big hug.
"What's all this about?" Ginny looked around the room, and her heart jumped in surprise as she spotted Harry sitting next to Ron, grinning from ear to ear. She blushed.
"You're picked out! You got picked out!" Hermione cried, as she jumped up and down.
Ginny looked confused at her, "picked out? Picked out to do what?"
Hermione looked surprised at her, "you're joking! Right?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ginny looked curious at her, "tell me!"
"Look at this!" she stuck a letter in Ginny's face, "Read!"
And she read:
Dear Ms. Virginia Weasley
You have been picked out to represent Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as one, out of two, exchange students in the exchange program between Hogwarts and Aasgaard Academy for Witches and Wizards.
Aasgaard is a highly qualified school, which lays in Norway, one of the countries far north in Europe. The schools headmaster Ivan Karkaroff, is a very well known wizard with strong qualities.
I hope you will enjoy the trip!
Signed,
Minerva McGonagall
Ginny stared from the letter, to Hermione and back to the letter again, "No Way!" she exclaimed and looked around at the others, "No. Way!"
"Yes way!" Hermione said, and giggled, "that sounded better in my head..."
Ginny giggled, and looked at Hermione again, "You were supposed to be picked out, you're the best you know..."
Hermione smiled, "Don't be so stupid, if we were in the same year, I would have trouble beating you! But, well... I was picked out, sort of..."
"Wait a minute, you're the second student to go to Norway?" Ginny hugged her, "Great, now I'll have a good friend to guide me through..."
"Well, I'm not going to Norway, I'm going to Beuxbattons..." Hermione grinned.
"That's great!" Ginny hugged her again, ok, enough hugging!
"We can send letters, and –"
Her mum, who flung herself around her in a big hug, cut her of.
"I can't believe that my little Gin is going to Aasgaard!"
Ginny flushed furiously, "mum... can you stop it, mum! I'm 15 years old; I'm not your baby! I'm not 'little Gin' anymore..."
"No, so we'd better watch her carefully," said Fred, as he and George emerged from the hallway. "What's all this cherry thing about anyway?"
"Has Gin finally gotten herself a boyfriend?" George ducked as Ginny punched at his head.
"Na... I don't think so, bro. 'Cause Ron isn't red, angry or crying..." Fred snickered.
"Gin's going to Aasgaard, as an exchange student" Ron growled, trying not to explode on his brothers, were he sat between Harry and Lupin.
"What's Assgaard?" said George, grinning.
"A.A.S.G.A.A.R.D, Aasgaard!" Hermione said, irritated, "It's the Scandinavian School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It lies in Norway, a land in the cold north..."
"Way to go, Gin!" Fred exclaimed, giving her bear hug.
"Always knew she was great –"
"She got it from us of course..."
"- Our baby sister is going to Assgaard..."
They both sat down beside Ron and Harry, and she joined them. Tonks and Hermione helped her mum carrying food, and butter beer (...) to the table.
She couldn't believe it! She was Hogwarts represent student to another magic school... Only the best students were picked out, and it was several YEARS since the least exchange program was arranged.
"Mind if I join the celebration?" a cold voice, dripped with sarcasm called out from the door.
Everybody turned and looked at the owner of the voice, a few of them to stunned to say anything...
Author's note:
Now? What did you think of that? Should I continue on this story?
By the way, I don't own anything in this history... Norway is the country I live in; Aasgaard is a place in the Old Norwegian mythology!