"FRED! GEORGE! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!!!!"
The shrill cry sliced through the serenity of the early morning. Inside the Burrow, Ginny stood in her pj's observing her once comfortable room. When she left her room a short while ago, everything was as it should be. However, it now looked like she had stepped into a furnished bottle of Pepto Bismal. The rest of the family, excluding the twins, made their way to Ginny's room and every mouth hit the floor.
"Orange is bad and barely tolerable. But pink?! Bright pink?! Mum, I'm sorry but I think I have to mame the twins," Ginny stated, slowly regaining her composure. Ron snickered but quieted suddenly under his sister's furious glare.
"Oh, honey, it isn't all that bad. At least it can be fixed," replied Molly Weasley. "Now come on, everyone, we have quite a lot to do before Harry and Hermione arrive this afternoon." With that, everyone left Ginny alone in her pink room. She knew she had to change it before her two best friends arrived. Oh well, better get this done, she thought. So she picked up her wand and closed her eyes, concentrating on the desired look for her room. With a flick of her wand, she opened her eyes to find her room transformed back to its comfortable and feminine (though not girly) look. She nodded her head in approval and turned to get dressed for the day.
Five hours later, the Burrow practically glowed as it waited for the other two people to appear. Ginny and Ron sat in the family room waiting for their friends and playing a game of chess. For once, Ron was losing. Both players were so engrossed in the game and their pieces yelling at them that they never noticed the two figures come in the front door and walk up to them. The figures exchanged shocked looks as they observed the game. They watched as the game finally ended.
"Checkmate!" exclaimed a very proud Ginny.
"Wow! I never thought I would see the day when Ron lost a chess game," Harry replied, startling both players. As the Weasleys jumped, a mirror shattered and fell to the floor. All four kids looked at the mirror and each other in shock.
"Okay, what happened to the mirror?" Ron asked.
"It shattered," Ginny answered.
"Thanks, Captain Obvious, but how did it shatter?" he responded.
"Dunno but we should fix it before Mrs. Weasley returns," Hermione added. She pulled out her wand and repaired it as Harry watched and tucked the events away in his mind to be reviewed later.
"Well, welcome to our humble abode," Ginny said as she held out her hands and bowed deeply to her guests. Suddenly, Fred and George apparated on either side of her and caught her, rubbing her head profusely. Struggling to get out of their grip and failing, she emitted a low growl. Upon hearing her, the twins immediately let go and she stood up, smiling.
"My dear brothers. Keep it up and you will have no reason to call yourselves men. I'm getting rather sick of it," she said with a dangerous smile. All three Weasley brothers paled significantly while Harry and Hermione fought a losing battle against their laughter.
"Well come on. Let's get everything upstairs," Ginny said genuinely smiling at her friends.
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Later that evening, the four friends sat outside enjoying the warm summer night. Ron and Hermione were lounging together arguing about possible rights for the garden gnomes who were sent flying earlier in the day by the twins. Harry and Ginny sat across from them listening to the sounds of the night; at least they were trying to.
"You know, when I imagined what the natural night life sounded like, this definitely wasn't it," Ginny said as she reached over to pick a daisy. In doing so, her skirt slid up her leg revealing a healing cut to Harry.
"Gin, what happened to your leg?" he asked softly enough that the bickering couple did not hear him. Ginny, however, did hear and she quickly tugged on her skirt trying to hide it even though it was already hidden.
"Um, I was trying to jump the fence earlier and I missed it. Before you ask, we tried healing it magically but there must have been something on the fence that interacted with it and prevented it from healing." With that, she threw a quick look over at the other two, noticing that they were no longer arguing but now seemed to be caught in a battle of lip locking. "I don't know which is worse, listening to them argue or having to watch them snog."
Harry glanced at his two best friends and back at Ginny. He gave her a look that said he was far from convinced but he would let it go. For now, anyway. He heard her let out a small, barely audible sigh as she relaxed again.
"Ginny! Harry, Ron, Hermione! Time to come in now!" Mrs. Weasley's voice called to them. All four kids got up to go and grudgingling cleaned up the small clearing.
"So, what were you guys talking about, tonight?" Ron asked as they trudged up the hill to the Burrow's kitchen door.
"We were discussing the sounds of the evening and how they were a little louder then we expected," Harry said throwing a glance over at Ron.
"Really? Are you too used to the city sounds? Amplifying them in your mind?" Ron asked grinning.
"Ha, ha. Very funny."
By this time, the four had reached the house and began the trek up to their appropriate bedrooms.
"I'm not all that tired. Anyone up for a game of chess before bed?" Ron asked. Both Harry and Ginny declined but Hermione accepted so she sat down and played. The other two continued up the stairs to their rooms. Once they reached Ginny's room, they bid each other goodnight and went to bed in their rightful rooms.
Ginny fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She had hoped for a dreamless night but it was not to be. She looked around and found herself in a mansion's entrance hall. She didn't know where it was or whose it was, but it seemed familiar. As she stood observing her surroundings, voices drifted to her ears. With nothing else to do, she decided to follow them and see what or whom they belonged to. Eventually she saw a door with lights underneath it and she listened closer to the voices and what they were saying.
"The time is drawing close. He already knows of his powers. Soon she will find her own. Something needs to be done and it needs to happen soon," one of the voices said.
"And it will be taken care of. You must not doubt the Dark Lord. I believe he is dealing with it now, as we speak," the other voice answered.
Now Ginny was really confused so she turned to leave. Just as she turned, a sharp pain lanced through her shoulder as a knife embedded itself in her. She cried out and saw two red serpentine eyes glowing at her.
She jerked awake, bathed in sweat and slowly began relaxing and reached to massage her aching shoulder. However, as she touched her shoulder, the pain shot through her again and her fingers touched a warm, sticky substance. She brought her hand back front and looked at it. It was blood.
Down in the family room where Ron and Hermione were playing, the mirror shattered and fell to the ground again. At the same time, up in Ron's room, a boy with ebony hair bolted upright, with his scar burning on his forehead.
A/N: So what do you think? Let me know in a review please. Please, please, please, please! There will be more parts to come if you like it. 'til next time. (
The shrill cry sliced through the serenity of the early morning. Inside the Burrow, Ginny stood in her pj's observing her once comfortable room. When she left her room a short while ago, everything was as it should be. However, it now looked like she had stepped into a furnished bottle of Pepto Bismal. The rest of the family, excluding the twins, made their way to Ginny's room and every mouth hit the floor.
"Orange is bad and barely tolerable. But pink?! Bright pink?! Mum, I'm sorry but I think I have to mame the twins," Ginny stated, slowly regaining her composure. Ron snickered but quieted suddenly under his sister's furious glare.
"Oh, honey, it isn't all that bad. At least it can be fixed," replied Molly Weasley. "Now come on, everyone, we have quite a lot to do before Harry and Hermione arrive this afternoon." With that, everyone left Ginny alone in her pink room. She knew she had to change it before her two best friends arrived. Oh well, better get this done, she thought. So she picked up her wand and closed her eyes, concentrating on the desired look for her room. With a flick of her wand, she opened her eyes to find her room transformed back to its comfortable and feminine (though not girly) look. She nodded her head in approval and turned to get dressed for the day.
Five hours later, the Burrow practically glowed as it waited for the other two people to appear. Ginny and Ron sat in the family room waiting for their friends and playing a game of chess. For once, Ron was losing. Both players were so engrossed in the game and their pieces yelling at them that they never noticed the two figures come in the front door and walk up to them. The figures exchanged shocked looks as they observed the game. They watched as the game finally ended.
"Checkmate!" exclaimed a very proud Ginny.
"Wow! I never thought I would see the day when Ron lost a chess game," Harry replied, startling both players. As the Weasleys jumped, a mirror shattered and fell to the floor. All four kids looked at the mirror and each other in shock.
"Okay, what happened to the mirror?" Ron asked.
"It shattered," Ginny answered.
"Thanks, Captain Obvious, but how did it shatter?" he responded.
"Dunno but we should fix it before Mrs. Weasley returns," Hermione added. She pulled out her wand and repaired it as Harry watched and tucked the events away in his mind to be reviewed later.
"Well, welcome to our humble abode," Ginny said as she held out her hands and bowed deeply to her guests. Suddenly, Fred and George apparated on either side of her and caught her, rubbing her head profusely. Struggling to get out of their grip and failing, she emitted a low growl. Upon hearing her, the twins immediately let go and she stood up, smiling.
"My dear brothers. Keep it up and you will have no reason to call yourselves men. I'm getting rather sick of it," she said with a dangerous smile. All three Weasley brothers paled significantly while Harry and Hermione fought a losing battle against their laughter.
"Well come on. Let's get everything upstairs," Ginny said genuinely smiling at her friends.
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Later that evening, the four friends sat outside enjoying the warm summer night. Ron and Hermione were lounging together arguing about possible rights for the garden gnomes who were sent flying earlier in the day by the twins. Harry and Ginny sat across from them listening to the sounds of the night; at least they were trying to.
"You know, when I imagined what the natural night life sounded like, this definitely wasn't it," Ginny said as she reached over to pick a daisy. In doing so, her skirt slid up her leg revealing a healing cut to Harry.
"Gin, what happened to your leg?" he asked softly enough that the bickering couple did not hear him. Ginny, however, did hear and she quickly tugged on her skirt trying to hide it even though it was already hidden.
"Um, I was trying to jump the fence earlier and I missed it. Before you ask, we tried healing it magically but there must have been something on the fence that interacted with it and prevented it from healing." With that, she threw a quick look over at the other two, noticing that they were no longer arguing but now seemed to be caught in a battle of lip locking. "I don't know which is worse, listening to them argue or having to watch them snog."
Harry glanced at his two best friends and back at Ginny. He gave her a look that said he was far from convinced but he would let it go. For now, anyway. He heard her let out a small, barely audible sigh as she relaxed again.
"Ginny! Harry, Ron, Hermione! Time to come in now!" Mrs. Weasley's voice called to them. All four kids got up to go and grudgingling cleaned up the small clearing.
"So, what were you guys talking about, tonight?" Ron asked as they trudged up the hill to the Burrow's kitchen door.
"We were discussing the sounds of the evening and how they were a little louder then we expected," Harry said throwing a glance over at Ron.
"Really? Are you too used to the city sounds? Amplifying them in your mind?" Ron asked grinning.
"Ha, ha. Very funny."
By this time, the four had reached the house and began the trek up to their appropriate bedrooms.
"I'm not all that tired. Anyone up for a game of chess before bed?" Ron asked. Both Harry and Ginny declined but Hermione accepted so she sat down and played. The other two continued up the stairs to their rooms. Once they reached Ginny's room, they bid each other goodnight and went to bed in their rightful rooms.
Ginny fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She had hoped for a dreamless night but it was not to be. She looked around and found herself in a mansion's entrance hall. She didn't know where it was or whose it was, but it seemed familiar. As she stood observing her surroundings, voices drifted to her ears. With nothing else to do, she decided to follow them and see what or whom they belonged to. Eventually she saw a door with lights underneath it and she listened closer to the voices and what they were saying.
"The time is drawing close. He already knows of his powers. Soon she will find her own. Something needs to be done and it needs to happen soon," one of the voices said.
"And it will be taken care of. You must not doubt the Dark Lord. I believe he is dealing with it now, as we speak," the other voice answered.
Now Ginny was really confused so she turned to leave. Just as she turned, a sharp pain lanced through her shoulder as a knife embedded itself in her. She cried out and saw two red serpentine eyes glowing at her.
She jerked awake, bathed in sweat and slowly began relaxing and reached to massage her aching shoulder. However, as she touched her shoulder, the pain shot through her again and her fingers touched a warm, sticky substance. She brought her hand back front and looked at it. It was blood.
Down in the family room where Ron and Hermione were playing, the mirror shattered and fell to the ground again. At the same time, up in Ron's room, a boy with ebony hair bolted upright, with his scar burning on his forehead.
A/N: So what do you think? Let me know in a review please. Please, please, please, please! There will be more parts to come if you like it. 'til next time. (