Ginny Weasley woke with a start in her comfy bed in The Burrow. She looked around her dark room, her mind filling in items in the dark. She could even see the little pink witch hat cloaked in darkness by the door.
"This room still looks so clean- we really are dirty people." A voice whispered from the darkness. She couldn't place that silky voice.
"Ha. Life is like a day you live yourself. You can't stay clean forever. So who's next?" This voice she recognized as her own. Touching her neck she wondered how it had escaped. She grinned, coming to the realization her brothers must be playing tricks with her again.
"Fred- George! Stop it already," Ginny hissed. From outside her door a soft tumbling and cursing could be heard. She grinned, she had to have been right! She smiled to herself in the dark and went back to sleeping.
She opened her eyes once more when her room flooded with light. It was hard to imagine such a pretty room when the Dark Lord was in full power once more. He was romping around England, somewhere. It was also hard for her to imagine that Percy was waking up in his room too. After last year's episode with separating himself from the family he wasn't quite connected to his siblings anymore. Their Dad was still uneasy around him and Mum just acted like nothing had happened.
She went about the routines of the day and went to have breakfast. Mail ended up in her bacon-- another book list that needed to be fulfilled from the used bookstore. Oh yes, all was routine. Hogwarts was just around the corner.
Fred and George watched their sister from afar as the family had tripped to Diagon Alley to shop. She was rummaging through the used bookstore for a book on Apparating level 5. They were talking between themselves quietly. "How did she know?"
"She could have heard us," Fred whispered in return.
"Nonsense. We weren't moving. You know we were about to spring the illusion on her. I remember! You had your mouth open when she said that," George elbowed his brother as they stumbled to a spot closer to Ginny.
"Maybe she's a seer?"
George snorted, "Stupid, that's seventh son! Not seventh kid."
Fred peered hard at his sister as she hummed softly to herself flipping the pages of a book. "Are we so sure? I mean... haven't there been cases of girls having the power?"
George nodded. "Yet again, stupid, seers are often girls. Just never the seventh, that's exclusive for boys, about the only time they get the power- I think. Anyway, Ginny isn't a seer so just drop it."
Fred sighed, he was almost certain Ginny was a seer. Either way it couldn't hurt to test her out.
Ginny looked at her playful face in the mirror. Madam Malkin was fixing up her robes at the hems. Ginny continued to stare at her pleasant image even as it began to change under her imagination. She could just see her locks wild and mad, free from her ponytail. Her eyes were dark like chocolate, and cold. She even blinked highlights of pink and gold into her hair.
Yet, when she tried to erase such a new her it didn't go away. The mirror still showed this spectacular Ginny grimacing as Madam Malkin fussed with her robes. In this illusion the new Ginny had had enough and tossed off her robes in favor of Muggle clothes. Black pants and a shredded red shirt turned the new Ginny into a punk. And the Dark Mark etched into her lovely pale skin glared from under those shredded sleeves.
The new Ginny turned to Draco who stood behind her.
"No!" Ginny gasped stepping back off the stool and into a warm body.
Madam Malkin rushed to Ginny's aid, plucking her off the sorely angry Draco Malfoy.