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Chapter Two-

Newcastle Upon Tyne

That night Ginny didn't dream. She wasn't sure whether this was a good or bad thing. Hopefully good, she decided. Ginny had chosen to look on the 'bright side of things'. This meant that she wasn't going to think about the dream-people (as she had come to call them).

This lasted a whole three hours.

Ginny groaned, and put her head on her hands. Why me? She thought sadly. No other girl has these nightmares. Why am I different?

Just then a bundle of brown feathers crashed in front of her, and Ginny heard a feeble hoot. Scooping up the owl in her arms, she rushed to Errol's stand, and held the owl to the water bowl. When the owl had drunk its fill, she had a good look at it.

"Hello, Hiram," Ginny cooed at her aunt's owl. Hiram was as old as Errol, and belonged to her mother's sister. Mrs Weasley and Agatha Berk weren't particularly close as siblings went, but they were still fond of each other, and they wrote often.

"Mum!" Ginny called as she carefully extracted the piece of parchment tied to Hiram's leg.

She could hear Mrs Weasley coming down the stairs. "I hope it's-" she began, and then saw the owl. "Oh," she said disappointed. "I thought it was from Professor Dumbledore."

Ginny nodded sympathetically. She knew that her parents, Dumbledore, the Ministry and some others were incredibly busy, trying to keep Voldemort in check. The Daily Prophet had begun to post the causalities on the front page, and every article seemed to be about Voldemort.

Mrs Weasley put the letter down, and looked at Ginny. "It's the usual," she said, "your aunt wants one of you to come down and stay with her for a few days." Mrs Weasley looked pleadingly at her.

Inwardly, Ginny sighed. After the death of her husband, Agatha Berk had been very lonely. Having no children of her own, she loved to invite one of the Weasley's children to her house down in north-eastern England . However, not having had any experience with children, going to her house always ended up being rather boring, and a bit of a chore.

Suddenly Ginny's face lit up. "I'd love to go to Auntie Agatha's," she said quickly.

Mrs Weasley looked surprised. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," she beamed. She had just remembered where Auntie Agatha lived. In a suburb called Gosforth. In Newcastle Upon Tyne, the place where Virginia Weasley had died. Where her grave probably was.

Giving her mother a hug, she raced upstairs to pack.

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Stumbling out of Agatha Berk's fireplace, Ginny was wrapped in her aunt's warm embrace, then pulled back so Agatha could have a good look at her.

"Oh, haven't you grown?" she exclaimed, ruffling Ginny's red hair.  Ginny blushed, and looked up at her aunt. Agatha Berk was a tall, buxom woman in her mid-forties with a shock of red hair, cut short and framing her face.

Agatha smiled and looked past Ginny. "Got your bags?" she asked.

"Yes, Auntie, they're just here," Ginny answered, and following her aunt, hauled them into the guest room.

That evening at dinner Ginny asked if she could look around the city.

Her aunt nodded. "Of course. There's so much to see around here, though it's mostly Muggle architecture. There's Hadrian's Wall, a little way out of the city, the Cathedral of St Nicholas and. . ." she went on.

Ginny didn't really want to visit the places her aunt was mentioning. All she wanted to see were the old graveyards the city had.

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"Now, are you sure you have enough money to get home?" Agatha asked her niece for the fourth time.

"I'm sure, Auntie," Ginny said, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. She had found it hard to get to sleep the night before, so excited was she.

Steeping out the door, she waved goodbye to Agatha and started to follow her instructions about how to get to the bus stop that would take her into the centre of the city.

"And if you get lost, go to a phone box or to a police station, okay?" Agatha called after her.

Ginny nodded, and turned the street corner, out of sight and hearing of Agatha.

At the bus stop Ginny had a bit of trouble giving the correct money to the old driver. "From another country, are ye?" he asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. Ginny nodded mutely, and hastily sat down on one of the seats.

The old lady knitting next to her smiled. "Where are you off to now, young lady?"

"City centre." Ginny replied.

"Shopping?"

"Sightseeing."

The old lady leaned forward, closer to Ginny. "Oh, you'll find Newcastle such a beautiful town, I assure you," she gushed. "It's such a beautiful place. I have tell you about some of places you really need to go to."

Ginny hadn't the heart to refuse her, and so, listening to the old lady's ramblings, the trip passed quite peacefully.

When Ginny got off the bus, she felt her heart sink. She hadn't realised that Newcastle was such a big city. She swore under her breath. It's impossible to find one single grave, she thought.

Having spent three unsuccessful hours searching, Ginny retreated to a small café to have lunch. Agatha had kindly given her fifteen pounds with which to buy her food with, and have 'a little treat' afterwards.

Balancing her food, Ginny sat down in the corner, and quietly began eating. The American couple seated a few places away were very loud, she noted with some annoyance. They were talking at the top of their voices about the places they had visited.

"That stone wall was really something," the man said. "What'd you make of it, Krystal?"

The woman shrugged. "What's so amazing 'bout some old, tumble-down wall that a man that's been dead thousands of years helped build, Chuck? You're too easily impressed, that's what."

Chuck frowned. "What about that cemetery in the middle of the city then? All those graves? Gave me the creeps, it did."

Ginny stopped listening. A cemetery in the middle of Newcastle? She hadn't seen that one. What if. . .

Hastily getting up, Ginny paid for her food, and went to find the cemetery. You never know, she thought hopefully.

This cemetery really is old, Ginny looked around. She pulled her jacket closer. The biting wind whipped her hair around as she read the tombstones, most almost illegible because of their age.

Her hand traced the words on a small tombstone, one that belonged to a child. These were the ones that saddened her the most. They were pitiful, dwarfed by the large ones that bordered right round them.

The cemetery was full of old graves, with hardly any space between them. Ginny knew that there was even more graves than she saw; When the graveyard became too crowded, other graves were placed on top of some of the old ones.

Her eyes wandered over the dates, trying to find the right one. 1876, 1789, 1803, 1732, 1655, 1543. The list seemed endless. But Virginia's grave did not seem to be there. Ginny refused to give up. This was the cemetery that she had really thought the grave might be.

1856, 1628, 1780, 1569, 1571. . .

Wait a minute, Ginny stopped, and walked back. 1571? That was the year she died. . .

Ginny shook her head. Who was she kidding? It was an extremely remote possibility that that grave belonged to Virginia.

She stopped. This was the grave.  It was a rather plain tombstone, grey, and the writing had worn away in some places. The words at the top were still visible though, 'Alea iacta est'.

Ginny looked at them blankly. She thought that the words were Latin. Her eyes ran down the rest of the tombstone. It was so old and weathered she couldn't really read it. Also, the script in which they were written in was hard to read too.

Some phrases jumped out at her. Loving wife. . . charming daughter. . .

And then she saw it. Malfoy.

Ginny gritted her teeth. All she needed was a first name now. Getting down on her hands and knees, she tried to brush away the dust and weeds covering the remainder of the tombstone. She only managed to uncover one letter, but she knew that that was enough to confirm her suspicions: the letter V.

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"Auntie Agatha," Ginny asked in a conversational tone, "today I saw this old grave when I was sightseeing, and it had some Latin words on it. Do you know a bit of Latin?"

Agatha looked thoughtful. "I know a bit, Gin. What were the words, can you remember?"

Of course she could. "Alea iacta est." Ginny said promptly.

"Oh," Agatha smiled. "That's the name of a Roman dice game."

Ginny's eyes widened. A dice game?!

Agatha went on, "I believe the exact translation is, 'the die is cast.'"

Ginny looked relieved. That sounded a bit better than just the name of a dice game.

But why would Virginia have that on her grave?

The moon shone onto Ginny's face, bathing it in pale white glow. She was having a dream.

Virginia was standing in front of a commanding woman sitting on a chair as if it were a throne. The woman was shaking a fist at her, and Ginny could see her mouth moving, as if she were shouting. Suddenly Ginny could hear what they were saying.

"How dare you, you insolent braggart! After all I've done for you! Clothed you, fed you, you won't even do a simple thing for me, and I your own flesh and blood!"

It was if somebody had flicked the 'on' switch on a television.

Virginia's cheeks flushed red. "A simple thing? A simple thing, you say! I wouldn't call GETTING MARRIED a 'simple thing'!"

Ginny frowned. Ginny mustn't be married yet, she deduced.

The woman who Ginny thought must have been Virginia's mother got up off the chair, and hitching her skirts, faced Virginia. "You will marry Wilfred Malfoy whether you like it or not! He is of good stock, and the Malfoys have money and influence." Her voice was soft, dangerous.

Virginia didn't seem to notice. "You care more about money and prestige than the wishes of your daughter? You know Wilfred is an evil man; and he must be twice the age that I am!" Virginia drew herself up. "Won't you and Father reconsider your choice?" The words came out as a plea.

"No." The woman raised a pencilled eyebrow. "Think, girl. You could have everything you ever wanted, plus more. And Wilfred is NOT an 'evil man'." She pursed her lips. "I have your best interests at heart, you must understand that, Virginia."

"All I understand," Virginia hissed, "is your greed and selfishness."

This time it was her mother who flushed angrily.

"For the whole of my life, I have obeyed your every command, however silly or frivolous it seemed. And now, you present to me a marriage to a man that I despise. You are cruel and heartless." Virginia's voice rose, " I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!"

Her mother stared, then lifting her hand, slapped Virginia hard on the arm. Holding Virginia's neck in a pincer-like grip, the woman bared her teeth in a snarl. "You will marry Wilfred Malfoy and be grateful for it!" Her voice cracked, and she gave Virginia a shake before dropping her to the ground.

Ginny opened her eyes, and gazed up at the ceiling. So, Virginia's mother dominated her life, and it was her who made Virginia marry Wilfred.

Ginny massaged her neck. It was hurting. I was probably sleeping in an odd position. She sighed.

She got up, and turned the light on, and then went to the mirror. Her eyes opened wide in shock. Around her neck were bruises shaped like fingers, in exactly the same places that Virginia's mother had held Virginia.

Shaking, Ginny Weasley sat down on the bed.

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This time, to stop all those reviews that said 'It's been five reviews, why isn't the second chapter up?' I'm going to say that I'm not going to put up the next chapter until I get 35 reviews.

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