They say things do not change; we change…

It had been two months since Ginevra Weasley left the world she knew behind. The river of tears that flooded her nights had dried up. Though her heart still ached every waking moment, Ginny knew she couldn't dwell. She would start a fresh new life. Having already gotten the locations of other camps in Britain, she was ready to be a solider. There would be only one more thing she would need to change: herself.

The young red head ended up in the county of Northumberland, in Northern England. According to the map, Camp Firmus Adstringo wasn't too far into the countryside. Taking off her robe, Ginny placed it into her bag and took out a small notebook. Her curious brown eyes looked up and down the street she had wandered upon.

Ginny looked into her notebook going over her list of items. Checking to make sure she had written down everything she needed, she looked around for a market. She put a wrap around her hair, and walked across the street.

The red head looked at "Jensen's Market" nodding her head in approval. Furrowing her brow she began to look curiously at the fruit and other vegetables on the display case outside. She looked into the store and caught two boys staring at her. She simply rolled her eyes and gave a large sigh. The men in the Muggle world were disgusting. They literally gawked at her as if they had never seen a woman before.

The two began to whisper to each other as she entered. She merely held her head high and began wandering about the small market picking up the items she needed and passing those she didn't. Both boys stood a little taller to get good look at the newcomer. Ginny tried her best not to pay them any mind. She was, after all, an engaged woman.

When she had all the items she needed and tired of their eyes constantly on her, she walked up to the cash register. She slammed the small blue basket on the countertop and smiled sarcastically at them. The two looked at her, dumbstruck for a few moments; the woman furrowed her brow.

"I'm ready," she told them.

"Huh?"

"I said I am ready." The boys looked at each other through the corners of their eyes and then back at her. She picked up an item and placed it in one of their hands. "Can we hurry, please?"

"Yea…" replied the other.

"Good. Now ring me up so I can get out of here."

"Huh?"

Ginny sighed angrily. "My items, I would need to buy them unless you are going to give them to me for free?" The boy she had touched widened his eyes and blushed furiously.

"Right," he said quickly, taking her stuff out of the basket. She glanced at the other boy who stood a little further back, smiling at her. She merely grimaced and began looking around the shop. It was a quaint little place, obviously family owned.

"So, what's your name?" she inquired suddenly, taking out a piece of gum and popping it into her mouth. The two young men smiled at her.

"Daniel," replied the larger boy.

"And you?" she directed to the other. The one using the register looked down at her breasts first and then up at her.

"Casey, but people call me Case."

"Casey," Ginny replied, nodding her head. "That works."

"What's your name?" asked Daniel, leaning on the counter. She shrugged.

"Camilla" she lied simply. He tried to flash a grin only for it to come out awkward.

"It's sexy."

"So I've been told," she looked away from him and back at Casey, his brown hair covering his eyes.

"My name means brave," he told her suddenly, his face turning bright red.

"That's nice," Ginny nodded. "So, what do I owe you for the stuff?"

"Oh," said Casey, looking at the register. "It's uh…£18.15." She smiled at him and handed him the Muggle money she had acquired over the past few weeks through various means. He touched her hand lightly and took the money with a grin.

"How old are you?" Ginny asked, they looked at each other and shrugged.

"I'm 18," replied Casey.

"I'm 19," said Daniel.

"That's what I thought. Thanks boys." Ginny grabbed her bags and proceeded to walk out the door.

"HEY!" called one of them, "can we get your number?"

Ginny shook her head. "NO!" she yelled at them as she disappeared out the door.

Ginny looked at all the stuff she had on the bed in her hotel room. Furrowing her brow, she thought about what to do first. Putting a finger to her lips, Ginny sighed.

"Might as well start with my hair," she breathed, picking up the hair scissors she had purchased at Jensen's. She took off her shirt to avoid getting hair on it and placed a towel around her shoulders. Ginny took a long look at herself in the bathroom mirror and sighed.

"Goodbye," she said simply, taking a piece of red hair in her hand. Looking at its length, she turned her head, closed her eyes and snipped it off. She held the long piece of her hair and stroked it; she threw it into the sink with a sigh and took another piece. Taking chunk after chunk of hair, Ginny let it all fall into the sink while thinking of her visit with the Headmaster only months ago…

The cold wind blew furiously over the Scottish land. The sky above was covered in clouds, giving no light to the land below. Small drops of rain began to descend from the sky, soaking the earth with its tears. The quiet night was suddenly disturbed when a loud pop was heard outside the gates of Hogwarts.

Ginny Weasley wiped her eyes from the blinding tears as she looked over the land before her. No one could be seen. She stood there for a moment listening to the silence of the night. The red head took out her wand and sent her Patronus to the castle. She held her breath for what felt like minutes, hoping that the right person would receive her call.

She pulled her hood over her head, shielding her face from the cold wind. She leaned against the gates trying to steady her beating heart and heavy breathing. Being in a place she loved so much sent a chill down her spine, having spent some of the best times of her life here. Yet even those good memories couldn't keep the tears out of her eyes.

"Stop crying!" she scolded herself but it was impossible. All she could see was Draco standing there, looking as if his world just ended. Ginny covered her face and took a few deep breaths. She looked up into the sky as the moon came into view and slowly closed her eyes. "Please," she whispered. "Please, give me strength."

The gates suddenly split apart leaving only enough room for one person to slip through. She looked around; making sure no one was following her, and went through the gates, jumping a little as they clicked shut behind her. Her brown eyes scanned the land before her, trying her best to see past the rain. There was nobody out there. No one had come to get her but someone had certainly opened the gates. She walked tentatively towards the imposing castle, her keen eyes looking all about her. When Ginny reached the entrance to the castle, she began to make her way up steps when a rustling noise caught her attention. Her Patronus, a large horse with a flowing mane, stood not far from her.

Ginny looked around her once more, making sure no one was watching. She left the steps and began making her way towards the horse. As she grew closer it, began walking away and kept going. The red head could do nothing but follow, her brow furrowed as she wiped her eyes from the pelting rain. After a few moments of following the silver formation, it stopped. Once Ginny caught up with it, her Patronus faded away leaving Ginny in front of a large door. Her brown eyes focused on the door, wondering what to do now. Lifting her wand, she attempted to tap it when a soft click hit her ears and the door opened before her.

Poking her head inside, she saw a large staircase and slowly made her way up. She reached the top step and cautiously pushed open another large door. Ginny stuck her head in and sighed, she had reached Dumbledore's office. She pulled her bag in with her and set it down. She walked a bit further into the office, looking around cautiously, to see if the Headmaster was in.

"Hello, Ginevra Weasley." Ginny turned around quickly to see Albus sitting in his grand chair, wearing his striped blue and white nightgown and hat. She wiped away the wetness that remained on her face and smiled.

"Hello Professor," she greeted, ascending the steps to his desk. He smiled at her softly and beckoned her to sit. She shook her head.

"I believe you are here for a map."

The young red head furrowed her brow, "a map, sir?"

He smiled and picked up the parchment sitting on his desk. He handed it to her and watched as her eyes scanned over it. "It is a map of all the war camps in Britain. I think the camp in Northumberland will suit you."

She looked at him with question. "How did you know?"

"I received an owl from your father." His weathered face turned serious as he watched the young girl sink further into one of his chairs. The tears once again began rolling down her face and she wiped them furiously away.

"I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, I knew this was going to happen."

Ginny looked up at him with sad eyes. "You did?"

Dumbledore nodded and stood up. He walked around his desk and moved to sit in the chair next to her.

"Ever since your first year, I knew there was something great about you, Ginevra" She sniffed. "You had something that not even I could put a finger on. It wasn't until your love for Draco Malfoy was revealed that I finally saw it."

Ginny looked up at him with alarm. "What does Draco have to do with this, sir?"

"There will be time for questions later, Ginevra," he said with a smile.

She sighed and shook her head. "I..."

"You were meant for this War," he said softly. "You have always felt this guilt, this pain in your heart and I can see it. I see it even now." Her brown eyes questioned him. How did he know? "You think that in this war you will rid yourself of that pain, that the hole will finally be filled."

"Will it?" she asked looking at him in earnest. Ginny wiped a few tears away and sniffed. "Is this my time?"

His only response was to smile sadly. He reached over onto his desk and pulled another piece of parchment. "You know what you must do Ginevra, I don't have to tell you." He handed her the parchment. "On this is your new identity. I have given you Caché as a last name. What your first name will be I leave up to you. Whatever you put in this space will go directly to me. Hand it to the man who checks in all the new men at Camp. There I will send the rest of your information."

"Which is?" came Ginny looking at the paper. "Who am I going to be? What if they ask me questions?"

"Your name is Caché. Your father was a Wizard and your mother was a Muggle. You were born in Wales but moved to France when you were 8." He walked back to his desk and sat behind it. "Your father died in the first war. He worked for the French Wizarding Ministry. When it came time for you to attend Wizarding School, your mother refused because you were first born."

"You wrote to me and asked if I could send a tutor; which I did. Now that you are able to leave home, you have decided to go after the men who killed your father. Anything else you can just make up." He took a deep breath and looked at Ginny, whose eyes were wide with astonishment. "Can you do that Ginevra?"

"Y-yes," she said, "anything to be far from here and into that war."

"Good," he replied. He then stood up and faced his window. "It's time to go Ms. Weasley," he said softly.

Ginny furrowed her brow. "Sir?" she began.

"If you don't want to face your parents, I suggest you use my fireplace."

She quickly stood up, jamming the papers into her bag. She looked at the Headmaster and smiled. "Thank you," she said softly. "Thank you so much." He nodded at her and pointed to the fireplace.

"There is a small Wizarding community in Fife in a town called Kincardine. Get a room and stay there. Don't spend more time there than necessary. If I know Draco Malfoy well enough, he won't stop until Molly or I order him to."

Ginny nodded and walked quickly over to the fireplace. Throwing the Floo Powder into the fire, she stepped in and looked at him once more.

"It's the Phoenix Inn, you'll be fine," he said and looked out the window once more. "Be quick Ginevra. Be safe."

She smiled sadly at him and said, "If you see Draco, tell him I love him."

The old Headmaster smiled and replied, "He already knows."

"PHOENIX INN!" Ginny called and was gone with a whirlwind of green.

Ginny looked at herself in the mirror of the bathroom and grimaced. Her hair was finally done, cut into a style that was most popular with boys; she had noticed it on the two at Jensen's. She turned her head from side to side making sure it was even and as nice as possible. She sighed and dusted off the towel and walked back into her room. Picking up the duct tape, she peeled off the plastic wrapping and went back into the bathroom. Ginny then took off her black lace bra and placed it on the side of her sink.

She then stopped and looked at herself. Ginny touched her flat stomach and looked at the size of her breasts. This was the one time she was glad she wasn't as well endowed as her mother. She looked down at them and sighed.

"I won't see you for a while girls," she said and placed the sticky part of the tape on the top of her right breast. She began to wrap it around her body tightly. After she was done, Ginny picked up a white undershirt for men and put it on. She turned to the side to see if there was any hint of her ever having breasts. She looked down and patted herself.

"Merlin this is painful!" Ginny commented with a look of disgust. Taking her wand, she then put a charm to make the shirt seem bigger than it actually was, hiding the leftover miniscule bumps that she couldn't get rid of.

After Ginny had finished with that, she held her wand in her hand as she looked at her face. It was too girly. It needed some adjustments. As gently as she could, Ginny expanded the size of her nose making it flatter and wider instead of her small pointy one. She then slid the wand over her top lip making it shrink a bit. While looking at herself, Ginny managed to drop her wand on to the cold floor. She sighed, bending over to pick it up; coming back up she readjusted her underwear and found another problem. If she was to be a boy she needed to have the necessary parts. She bit her lip and leaned against the sink. Men didn't just expose themselves like Fred and George did they? "Yea, fat chance," she said to herself and proceeded to work on her new face.

After avoiding her problem, the young woman made her eyebrows longer and thicker. With a sigh, she put the wand down and examined her face. No longer was she elegant Ginevra Weasley with long flowing red hair and full lips, but Casey Loic Caché with short messy hair and thin lips.

Ginny finally left the bathroom and headed towards the bed, where she had the Muggle men's jeans she purchased along with all the other male clothes she acquired as she made her way to Northumberland. She put on the two-sizes-too-big pants and a belt to keep them up. She looked at herself and nodded.

"Not to bad," but she instantly stopped. Her voice with this face just did not match. Ginny cleared her throat and as low and rough as she could said: "Hey, I'm Casey!"

Ginny shook her head, thinking it was too low for her. Straightening her shoulders she tried once more. "Oi, I'm Casey, what's your name mate?" she bit her lip and furrowed her brow.

Then, thinking about Harry's voice and how it wasn't as deep as Draco's but not as high as Neville's, she tried her final voice. "My name is Casey Caché and I am a solider in the Order," she smiled brightly and nodded. "That will do indeed."

Giving a sigh, Ginny flopped onto her bed. She lay there for a long time, thinking about tomorrow and what it would bring. Turning over, she felt cool metal slide against her neck and looked down. Slowly, she pulled out her engagement ring and felt her tears start up again. Touching it softly, she thought about Draco and what he might be doing.

According to the pieces of information sent to her from Albus, Draco was heading the Hogsmeade camp with Harry. She thought of him sitting in the Three Broomsticks with some seedy, busty blond and drinking a butterbeer. The thought made her want to vomit. Ginny sighed and stuck the ring back down her shirt. Closing her eyes she began to doze off into sleep.

"Good night Draco," she said softly, and soon her world was black.

A thunderous pop sounded through all the countryside. Ginny looked around at the beautiful scenery. Rolling green hills, lush trees, and blue sky were what presented themselves. The countryside in Northumberland was truly wonderful. She looked around, thinking that there was no camp there. She began looking over her coordinates again.

"Was this right?" she thought to herself. Then suddenly a piercing ringing was heard. Ginny looked from left to right, trying to find the source of the sound. Very slowly did she turn around and her eyes went wide.

Rows and rows of white tents stood not a mile from the hill she was on. From where she was she could see men walking around, fires going and small colors, obviously from wands. Her heart began to beat faster and faster as she thought of going in.

"This is your war too, Ginny," she told herself. "I mean…Casey." Picking up her bag, she made her way down the hill and toward Camp Firmus Adstringo.