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Chapter 3: A New Life
Pain. Pain is what she felt. Her head was throbbing. Ginny stayed still until the aching subsided. Slowly, she sat up and looked around. The room she was in looked familiar. She briefly wondered where she was and why none of her friends were there. Then, it all came rushing back and Ginny let out a loud groan. She had been looking into the Mirror of Enited and she felt a sharp bolt hit her and something else, many something elses, sharp something elses. She looked down at her arms; they were covered with bits of dried blood.
Sighing, she looked once more around the room; yes, this is why the room was familiar. She was in the Room of Requirement. She knew there was only one thing to do and that was to find Dumbledore. She was sure that he would be able to help her.
Ginny cracked open the door and looked into the corridor. She breathed a sigh of relief, as there appeared to be no one. She slowly began creeping down the hallway, with each step she grew more confident until she broke into a run. She just had to get to Dumbledore's Office.
Faster, she went as she rounded the corner, not thinking or caring anymore, other than getting to the Headmaster's Office, when she ran into someone. They both crashed down onto the floor. Before she could get up, Ginny felt someone's hands grabbing her, pulling her up, throwing her against the wall. Startled, she found herself looking into a pair of angry gray eyes, filled with hate and suspicion. She trembled slightly.
"Come to spy on us? Who are you?" The boy with the angry gray eyes demanded as he pointed his wand at her throat, she could feel the tip digging into her tender skin.
"I-I need to s-see Pro-Professor Dumbledore," Ginny squeaked out between heavy rasping breaths.
"Why? So, that you can do him harm, so that you can harm one of us? Perhaps, we should just kill you now."
"Enough, we'll take her to Professor Dumbledore and let him decide what to do," another voice said.
Ginny felt the wand being removed from her throat, giving her the chance to look at her captors. Four boys, she would say about older teens surrounded her. Her rich brown eyes locked with a pair of clear blue ones. A very familiar pair of blue ones, a pair that she knew. Ginny let out a gasp.
'No, it can't be…can it?' were her last thoughts before she fainted.
James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew stood over the fainted girl.
"I think we should take her to the infirmary and then tell Professor Dumbledore," Remus suggested to his friends.
He couldn't take his eyes off the girl in front of him, he breathed in her heavenly scent, stirring his senses. The girl was a puzzle. He had never seen her before, yet, even in this state, she brought out feelings in him that he couldn't begin to describe.
"I agree with Moony," James said, interrupted his ponderings.
Sirius gave a low growl, "How do we know that she isn't a spy or something? You heard what Dumbledore said about the war at dinner."
"Right, but Professor Dumbledore will know what to do, and he can take care of himself," Remus pointed out.
In agreement, the four boys took the girl to see Madame Pomfrey for treatment. She had immediately placed the girl in a bed and shooed the boys out so that she could more thoroughly examine the girl. The boys continued on their way to the Headmaster's office.
Ginny woke to the sound of a bustling Madame Pomfrey and a concerned-looking Headmaster.
"Seems like you've had quite a trying day," Dumbledore said soothingly.
"How long have I been asleep?" She asked, sure now that it all had been a terrible dream.
"Two days," he replied. "May I inquire as to your name?"
'So much for it being a terrible dream, it's a nightmare!' Ginny thought. "My name is Ginny Weasley."
"Are you related at all to Arthur Weasley?" He asked.
Ginny gulped, "Um…you could say that, he's my…my father."
"Mr. Weasley has only one child, and he was just born, so how can this be so?"
Ginny thought for a moment, should she lie or tell the truth, the truth she decided would be better, at least to the Headmaster, so that she could get home.
"I'm from the future. I don't know how I got here. My dad just had my oldest brother, Bill. Anyways, you, the future you, gave us a mirror that shows us the past, and I could see you giving an announcement in the Great Hall, and I saw the Marauders, and everyone was looking very grave, and…and I just want to go home!" Ginny said in one breath, her eyes beginning to tear up. 'What if I can't get home?'
For the first time in his life, Dumbledore was in shock, complete shock. How could she have gotten here? Why was she here? How was he going to get her home? He mused over the situation for a few moments.
"Miss Weasley, I feel it would be in everyone's best interest, if we did not disclose any of these details to anyone else. I'm going to work on a way to get you home. May I ask you a few more personal questions?"
She nodded.
"Good, thank you. Where do you go to school?"
"Here. I'm in my sixth year."
"Excellent. You may continue your education here, and you will be in your correct year. What house are you in?"
"Gryffindor."
Dumbledore's eyes began to show their familiar twinkle, "I should have known. Any child of Molly and Arthur would be a Gryffindor. You mentioned a mirror, what mirror was this?"
"The Mirror of Enitsed."
"Ah. That might be useful to obtaining how you ended up here. Do you remember anything else?"
"Well, my friend and I were looking into the mirror, and other members of the D.A. were practicing making and blocking various curses."
"The D.A.?"
"Oh, um…Dumbledore's Army. It's a self-defense club, of sorts."
"Interesting. Lemon drop?" Asked Dumbledore as he placed one in his mouth.
Ginny shook her head no.
"Alright, Miss Weasley, that satisfies my questions for now. However, I feel that we should at least change your last name to something else and come up with a different reason as to why you are here. Any thoughts?"
"I can use the last name Granger. I know no one will have that name. It's my friend's last name and she is muggle-born."
"Very good. We can say that you were attending an Salem Institute for Wizardry and Witchcraft, but you had lived in England until you were nine, before moving to America."
Ginny nodded. She could do that.
"Very well. Once you are feeling better, Madame Pomfrey will send for Professor McGonagall, who will be your Head of House."
"I'm feeling much better. Can she come now?"
"Yes, Miss Granger. I will go speak to her. Get some rest before she comes. Good day."
A few moments later, a much younger looking Professor McGonagall appeared.
"Good day, Miss Granger. Please come with me. I will show you to the Gryffindor dormitories."
It all felt surreal, being shown things that she already knew, being called by a different name, living a lie in the past.