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Summary: Victoria Weston lives in New York with her eleven year old daughter when her daughter receives a letter from Hogwarts. Now she is forced to go back to England and face the past, especially her former self known as Ginevra Weasley...
A/N: Read IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END! Other than that…:o)…ENJOY!
Chapter 6 – Freedom
"And I want that four feet essay on Animagus due on Monday," said professor Weston to her seventh year students. "We shall start the actual process of Animagi by the end of next week. You're dismissed."
As the students heard about their dismissal, they quickly packed their books and started to leave the Transfiguration classroom. Animagi had been prohibited until the wizard or witch had reached the age of thirty in the past but due to the war, students excelling in Transfiguration were supposed to able to be successful Animagus by the end of the year. This not only put a lot of pressure of the students but on the new professor as well, who did not know how to become an Animagus herself. She had talked to Dumbledore about it, but he had insisted that she will be able to teach the seventh year students successfully.
"Professor?" said the deep voice that broke the chain of her thoughts.
As Ginny looked up, she was met by the same mesmerizing green eyes that she had faced so many years ago.
"Yes, Mr. Zabini?" asked Ginny patiently.
"I was wondering if I could hand in my essay on Tuesday?" asked the boy rather coldly. "We have a Quidditch game on Sunday and practice on Saturday."
"I do not think that that is a good excuse," answered Ginny strictly. "Today is Tuesday. You have three days to finish it before the weekend. And I do believe that you are capable enough to finish an excellent paper in three days."
"Good day, Professor," said the boy before quickly leaving.
Ginny didn't know what to think of this boy. In physical appearance, he was very much like Blaise but their personalities were like fire and water. This boy, Carlos, was cold and empty while Blaise had been warm and full. But Ginny couldn't help but remember the past and Blaise whenever this boy stood in front of her. The same past that she had tried to forget for twelve years now. Sometimes she wondered if he knew anything about Blaise's being but chose not to ask. That would be playing with fire. And ever since Snape had given her that advice at the beginning of the school year, she was very careful as to what she did and said.
Thanking the Gods, that the seventh year class had been her last class, Ginny closed the door with her wand and turned her attention towards the first year essays.
Had two month really passed since her daughter and she had first arrived at Hogwarts?
Slowly looking towards the window facing outside, she was met by the rainy weather. She wondered if the storm would quiet down for the Quidditch match for Sunday. She hoped so for the safety of the students that she had begun to learn so much about. But personally, she had always loved to play Quidditch in the rain; it gave her a feeling of freedom. Quidditch…it had been such a long time that she had played Quidditch. Looking outside, she suddenly got an idea. Grabbing her cloak from her chair, she quickly left her classroom after locking it.
As Ginny arrived in the Entrance Hall, her mind was not set was what could happen to her but on the freedom that she hadn't felt in so long. As she exited the large entrance door of Hogwarts, she felt the soft yet fast rain on her head. Quickly pulling her hood up, she ran towards the Quidditch field.
As she breathlessly arrived at the now soaked field, she thanked herself for buying Molly that broom a while ago. Quickly accoing the broom, she embarked on it and flew towards the sky. She could feel the wind and rain rushing through her now wet hair. For a few moments, she just floated there on the broom. But as the rain started to get faster and faster, Ginny's speed increased as well. She rushed up through the sky as the rain pushed her down. When she felt that she was at the top of the world, Ginny's broom vertically faced downwards as she now roared towards the ground. AT first she couldn't see the ground. But as she raced downwards, she slowly began to see the ground. She felt the heart beat against her chest and her blood rushing through her rains. The ground was becoming nearer and nearer…it was only a couple of meters away…she was almost there….as she quickly raced towards the ground, she felt the same freedom that she hadn't felt in many years. She was almost there….
When she was only a meter away from the ground, she pulled her broom back up so she roared horizontally. She felt the wind rip through her clothing and could feel the water on her skin. This feeling…the wonderful feeling that she had forgotten till now…this feeling…this feeling of freedom….this freedom of flight….
As she continued to fly around the pitch, she noticed the lone figure that stood by the fields watching her. As she looked closer, she saw that it was Snape. What was he doing here? And watching her?
As she got off the broom and walked towards him, she could clearly see that his cloak was not wet even though it was raining. Remembering the spell that kept you dry from rain, she mentally cursed herself.
"Hello Snape," said Ginny finally being able to call him by his last name.
"Weston," said the man nodding.
"So how are you?" asked Ginny not knowing what to say.
"I am fine but you are not," said Snape gravely.
"What do you mean?" asked Ginny gravely as she turned to look at him in the eye.
"There seems to be rumors circulating about you and your daughter among the Death Eaters," said Snape seriously. "They are all wondering who the new teacher is and where she is from."
"Since when do Death Eater care about who and from where the new teacher are?" asked Ginny.
"Since the new teacher's daughter seems to have been sorted in Slytherin and passing her courses with flying colors," answered Snape starting to walk towards the castle. "Not to forget the fact that the child's father had been in Slytherin. But no one has ever known anyone by the name of Weston attend Hogwarts, forget Slytherin."
"What am I going to do?" whispered Ginny to herself.
"You cannot do anything about it now," Snape answered her. "I did tell you to be careful about what you and your daughter told others."
"How could I tell Molly not tell anybody that her father had been in Slytherin?" asked Ginny sadly.
"It is quite easy," responded Snape. "You just tell the child."
"Molly believes that her father is dead," said Ginny quietly. "If I told her that, she would become suspicious."
"You should tell your child the truth," said Snape without any emotion.
"I cannot tell her," said Ginny shaking her head. "How do I tell her that her father was not the man that she had dreamed to know? That he is actually Voldemort's second in command?"
"Weston," said Snape looking ahead. "Although, it will be hard for the child, it might save your lives."
"I…I…," began Ginny. "I don't know what to do. I wish Dumbledore never made us come here. He put both our lives in danger."
As they slowly made their way towards Hogwarts, they both remained silent but it wasn't awkward. It was a comfortable silence which left them to their own thoughts. Ginny didn't know what to do anymore. Should she tell her daughter about her father? Should she keep silent but warn her daughter to be careful among the Slytherins? Should she run away with her daughter to someplace quiet? Should she…
She had been thinking so much that she didn't even notice when they arrived at the Hogwarts Entrance.
"Weston," started Snape. "Tell you daughter not to take any pictures with her friends. Lucius seems to be very interested in the new Transfiguration teacher and her child."
Quickly saying farewell, Ginny made her way towards the Transfiguration Hall while Snape started to walk towards the dungeons. But it was only when Ginny reached her chambers, did she notice that a dry spell had been placed on her cloak and that it hadn't been her.
A/N: Hey! The beginning of this chapter seems to be a bit out of place but trust me you needed to know that. Ok. I hoped you liked the ending of this story cause I did…author has a goofy grin…anyways cough cough I wanted to tell you guys that I started revising this story and changed quite a few things in chapter 1. I'll probably do the other chapters some time. Tell me what you think! Oh Yeah and if anybody is willing to be my beta for the story, please email me! That way you won't have to put up with my writing mistakes.
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