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Opening her eyes, Ginny slowly let them adjust to the morning light. Arching her back and stretching

upwards, she tried to wake her body up. Ginny was about to give in and sleep for another hour or so before

she looking at her dresser discovering it was almost eight o'clock.

"Oh shit!" Ginny said quietly, while jumping out of bed.

After quickly throwing a baggy t-shirt that used to belong to Percy and a pair of shorts, Ginny threw her wand

into her back pocket and tip-toed down the hallway to Ron's room. Snaking her neck around the doorframe

she looked into the pigpen Ron called his room. He was still sleeping. Ginny grinned.

A few days back her brother had done something not so nice to his little sister. While sitting down for dinner

Ron felt the need to bring up the fact that Ginny had just gotten her period and had a small case of PMS. Not

that this statement was a false accusation, but Ron did NOT need to bring it up in front of Harry, Fred,

George and the rest of the family. Actually, she still was not sure how he found out in the first place, but it

didn't matter, she was getting revenge.

While doing some reading for school Ginny came across the perfect spell. It was a very simple spell in her

transfiguration book that allowed you to change a simple piece of parchment into various types of insects.

Conveniently, one of the insects listed was none other than a Mexican barn spider. These arachnids look

much like their well-known cousin the tarantula. Mexican barn spiders, conveniently, made their homes in

straw and straw-like materials. Although very menacing in their appearance, they were not at all venomous

and were in fact herbivores. She thought these would be perfect for a little dose of payback.

Slowly creeping into Ron's room Ginny weaved around the mess and made her way to the long trunk in the

far corner. The open trunk held inside it a Dreamweaver 1600, although not as good as Harry's Firebolt, it

came damn close for less than 1/4th the price. Ron loved his Dreamweaver, he polished it everyday at least

twice and would not let anyone touch it, and Ginny had never seen him actually ride it.

Taking out a jar of pre-transformed tarantulas, Ginny slowly released the spiders onto the back of Ron's

broom where they burrowed into the straw got comfy in their new homes. Smiling to herself, Ginny tip toed

back out of the room and went down stairs for breakfast.

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When Ginny pranced into the kitchen, she immediately noticed a certain black haired boy sitting next to her

mother chatting animatedly.

Harry had been staying at the Weasely house for the entire summer so far, more due to his refusal to be

within sixty miles of the Dursely home than invitation. Dumbledore, the old softie, felt that it would be easier

for Harry to stay at the Weasely's while he was getting over Sirius's death. And some how, Dumbledore

managed to get it approved by the authorities in charge of that type of thing.

Ever since Sirius's disappearance behind the curtain, Harry really has not been himself, and Ginny hated it.

He never talked to anyone about anything personal, and when the subject of something personal came up, he

would find one or another not to be involved in the conversation. Even Ron the most insensitive person in

the world noticed Harry's pull back from life; but of course insisted that Harry would get better with time.

His two best friends almost died, he must have something to say about it. Ginny thought to herself.

She had not even heard Harry say Sirius's name since the accident at the department of mysteries. In

addition to all this, no one had enough guts to bring up the topic of what happened at the end of last year in

front of him, everyone was treating him like a fragile doll and Ginny couldn't take it much longer, the boy

who lived need to get on with his life.

"Hi" Ginny said sheepishly, not wanting to interrupt their conversation too much.

"Hey, Gin." Harry answered back, gaping at the paper he held.

"You should see Harry's results form the OWLS," Mrs. Weasely exclaimed "I'm so proud of him."

Every since Harry had unofficially moved in with the Weasely's, Mrs. Weasely has been acting more and more

like Harry's mother. This sometimes upset Ginny, although she really did not know why.

Walking up behind Harry's chair, Ginny leaned over his shoulder to look at the paper he was so intently

scrutinizing.

"How'd you get that in potions?" Ginny exclaimed. He had passed with the highest possible marks.

"Not quite sure, I think I got Hermionie's results."

Ginny let out a little laugh, and backed away from Harry to take the seat next to him.

"Oh, Ginny you got a letter too." Mrs. Weasely handed a manila envelope form Hogwarts to her while

pushing a bowl of stew onto the table in front of her.

Ripping the envelope open carelessly, she found a book list, an 'I hope your summer has been good so far'

letter and a sheet of decorated paper saying she was a prefect for her house.

"Hey mum, I'm a prefect this year." Unlike what you would expect, Ginny was not all too excited with this

new aspect of her school life.

"I expected that, you have the best grades in your class dear," Mrs. Weasely sounded a little annoyed

keeping her eyes on the stew she was preparing, "even though you don't try." Now she just sounded

dangerous.

"Mum! I get better grades than any of the boys ever did!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Its not that you get bad grades Ginny, your grades are fine, it your effort!" Mrs. Weasely was a little mad

with Ginny's insolent remark, "DO you know what you could achieve if you just tried, even just a little! Your

teachers say your brilliant, but they also say you're lazy and you don't finish your homework, some say you

don't even bother to stay awake in class."

"Well if I am getting good grades, that are better than the rest, then why do I need to try? If I work harder,

what is it going to do, I am still going to learn the same material, there are no higher subjects available for

my class!" Ginny was one of the brightest Hogwarts had ever seen, if she put half as much effort into her

studies has Hermionie, she probably would have already graduated.

"I got a letter from Hogwarts a week ago, asking me if they could move you into some sixth and seventh year

classes." Mrs. Weasely tossed the letter onto the table for Ginny to read. "Its your choice what you want to

do, all I can tell you is that it will be a lot of work on your part, but it will pay off."

Ginny fingered the letter, a little shocked that they would move her into seventh year classes, I mean sixth

year maybe, but seventh? "What am I going to do my seventh year when I have taken all the classes that are

available?" She hadn't calmed down a bit.

"The letter said something about special training. Basically you could take advanced single classes with

teachers during their off periods." Mrs. Weasely explained.

Ginny took in a breath as if she were going to say something but could not find the right words.

"It would be a lot of work Ginny, but I think its worth it."

"How many classes in all are we talking about here?" Ginny asked after reading through a small bit of the

letter.

"As many as you see fit. It's a very flexible schedule." Mrs. Weasely said, "You could take a few sixth or

seventh year classes and see how you handle through them and if you like it then I am sure Dumbledore

could change you classes a few weeks into the year."

Ginny looked a little shocked, "Uh, I'll think about it," Ginny said slouching down into the chair.

Harry was pretending to be reading his letter, but he seemed to be in an uncomfortable position. When he

looked up you could see it in his face, he did not know what to say.

"Wow, Gin I didn't know you were that smart." Harry proclaimed awkwardly, "Maybe we'll be in some of the

same classes."

"Yea, maybe." Ginny responded lightly, she was still getting over the initial shock; she always thought

Hermionie would be the first to be offered something like this.

After a short silence, Harry and Ginny began to dig into their stew, eating quickly and talking scarcely.

After a very long period of awkward silence, Harry stood up. "Well I'm done," He stated setting his spoon

down, "I've got to go work on a potions essay, and I don't even know what its on yet."

"Well good luck" Mrs. Weasely said. Harry gathered himself and his letter and made his way to Fred and

George's old room.

Fred and George had moved out of the house a few months ago, living off their profits from the joke shop.

Actually now that Ginny thought about it, there were only four people in the house, excluding Buckbeak who

had moved into their backyard, with much disapproval from Mrs. Weasely. So, with Mr. Weasely gone

visiting Bill, it was quite quiet in the Weasely house especially for a Sunday morning. So quiet, in fact, it was

almost unsettling, especially after Harry left; there was still that tense air between Ginny and her mother.

Finally putting her spoon down, Ginny gathered the papers around her and started to make her way to the

stairs.

"Ginny" Mrs. Weasely voice came.

Turning her head around to look at her mother gave the sign that she was listening.

"Just think about what I said, will you?" She asked nicely.

Ginny let out a heavy sigh, "Fine".


Throwing herself onto the bed, Ginny began to read the letter addressed to her parents carefully.

Dumbledore had written it himself, he stated multiple times that Ginny was, in fact, the brightest girl in the

school and her 'natural talent' needed some extra attention. After reading it a second time, Ginny needed to

get away from the subject of Hogwarts and classes, and decided a bath would be a nice way to do it.

Walking down the hall, she noticed Ron was still asleep, typical, she thought; he usually did not wake up until

one in the afternoon during the summer. The Weasely house only had one bathtub and one shower and they

both resided in the same room. Fortunately, it was only the two women of the house that used the bathtub.

Turing on the faucet Ginny took a small vile that was on the ledge of the tub and poured a small amount of

the blue liquid into the water. Immediately the liquid turned a light pink shade and seemed to get thicker.

While the bathtub was filling, Ginny looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the opposite side of the

room.

Her hair was tangled; she never bothered to brush it this morning. Her shirt was six sizes to big for her, but

did nothing to taint her small figure. In the past few months Ginny must have grown at least four inches and

now reached almost 5'6'', she had also managed to produce a chest, small but nonetheless, better than

before. Her face a broken out a bit, she knew there was a spell to cure acne, but she never bothered to look

it up, her freckles hid most it anyways. Taking off her shirt, she noticed that the countless number of times

Harry and Ron had practiced quidditch with her over the summer, had done a lot for her body. Her stomach

was much more firm than earlier in the year and lacked the certain roundness it had before. In addition her

legs were firm and slender, in all she was truly becoming a woman.

Stepping lightly into the warm water, Ginny let herself relax into the water, keeping only her head above the

surface. Staring up at the ceiling, she tried to come to a decision on what to do about her classes. She

would have to work hard she knew that, that really was not what was bothering her. Why would Dumbledore

go through all this trouble just to 'address her learning needs'? She really did not need classes, give her a

book and she will learn the material without a teacher explaining the same thing repeatedly. Sinking into her

thoughts, Ginny began to fall asleep.

A loud crash made her finally snap out of her trance.

Maybe Ron found the Mexican barn spiders. Ginny smiled to herself at the thought. She wanted to

see this.

Wrapping a towel around her slender body, she opened the door and made her way to Ron's room, but he

was not in there.

He's probably already downstairs complaining to mum. Again she herd something but this time she

it was a deep thud and a high-pitched scream. She had to see what he was doing. Almost laughing, Ginny

ran down the stairs.

What she saw was not Ron making a fool out of himself flailing around and screaming, but two dark figures

were in the kitchen and two others in the common room. Ginny's heart sunk, Ron was on the ground

motionless in front of the table, blood streamed out of his nose and mouth, and his arm looked like it had

four new joints. Beyond him, Mrs. Weasely was screaming something at one of the figures throwing things at

him and dodging his spells at the same time, she obviously did not have her wand.

Looking around Ginny could not see Harry anywhere. One of the hooded figure's spells caught Mrs. Weasely

in her side. She slumped over, falling to the ground in a heap. The figure slowly walked over and levitated

her body so her face was even with his. Pushing his hood back, the figure revealed his face. Ginny knew

who it was immediately; he was responsible for what she went through first year.

Noticing the scene, the other three hooded figures gathered around Lucius Malfoy and Mrs. Weasely.

"Where is your daughter Molly?" Lucius's voice was dark and shallow. He was circling her like a crow, his

dark eyes were fiery and full of rage. Cupping her face with his hand and made her look directly at him "MOLLY! I asked you aQUESTION!" His voice rang through the house and he began to tighten his

grip of Molly's face.

Ginny backed into the stairs, she had no idea what to do, was her brother dead!? What do they want! She

didn't know, but what ever she did, she needed her wand. She turned and quickly made her way back up the

stairs. However, before she could make it to the bathroom, she felt a cold hand on her mouth and someone

swiftly pulled her into Ron's room and threw her against the wall.


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"what do you think will happen to this

world, when they find their last hope for freedom from the dark lord's hand, died

a craven death?"