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The Forgotten Prophecy

Written By: Jeeths

Chapter 4: All aboard the Hogwarts Express

"GINNY!"

Ginny woke up to her mother yelling her name, telling her to hurry up or they'll miss the train. She reluctantly swung her legs out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She shoved her diary, quill, and ink bottle into her bag, and got up to get dressed. She had put out an outfit the day before so she wouldn't have to go searching through her trunk. She quickly got dressed, brushed her teeth, and brushed her carrot colored hair, pulling it into pig-tails.

"GINNY!"

"Mum's definitely not in a good mood," she said as she opened her door to walk downstairs with her trunk.

"You could say that again. C'mon I'll help you with your trunk." Fred said, walking into her room. She glanced at her room, making sure she didn't forget anything. They both grabbed a handle on each side and heaved. "Bloody hell, Ginny! What d'ya have in this trunk?" Fred asked, astounded at the trunk's weight.

"It's all of Lockhart's blasted books!"

They reached the bottom of the stairs, and George took the half of the trunk Ginny was carrying to give it to Mr. Weasley to put it in the back of the blue Ford Anglia. Ginny ate a bit of toast from the table and drank a glass of orange juice before heading out, just catching a glimpse of her father tripping over a chicken with her trunk. Ginny climbed into the front seat of the car, and they were off to the station. They came back once, twice, and a third time after Ginny realized that she left her bag with her diary in it. So finally, they were off to the station, running very late.

When they arrived at the station, Percy went through the barrier, then Mr. Weasley, then Fred and George, and then it was her turn. She was going with her mother, but that wall did look very hard and firm, despite the few times she had already run through it when saying goodbye to her older brothers…She took a deep breath and ran along with her mother screwing up her eyes as she went. 'Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh n…' She had made it! Her mother dragged her to the train, saying their good-byes.

"Now remember Ginny…" Mrs. Weasley droned on the list of things to remember while her mother was not there.

So she got on, then, not knowing anyone as of yet, set off to find where her favorite brother had gone off to, hoping she could sit with him and his friends. After a while of no luck whatsoever, she settled to stay in a compartment all by herself. She was pulling her trunk into her compartment, and couldn't get it onto the luggage rack.

"Gents get her trunk," said a drawling voice. She swiftly turned around. Malfoy stood at the entrance of the compartment. His two goons, Crabbe and Goyle, began heading towards her trunk.

"That won't be necessary Malfoy," Ginny replied curtly.

"Oh, but I do insist," as Crabbe and Goyle continued towards her trunk and heaved it up.

"Thank you," Ginny said, wondering what had happened to Malfoy's usual behavior.

"You're NOT welcome," he replied, snapping his fingers and stepping aside from the entrance of the compartment. Crabbe and Goyle rudely tossed Ginny's trunk out into the corridor.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" Ginny's Weasley temper presented itself.

"Weasley, this is MY compartment, and it will be for years to come. Do remember to take note of that and stay out of here," he said with his usual sneer.

"I DON'T SEE YOUR NAME ON IT!" Ginny yelled back.

"Well that can be arranged, as I see I have enough money to do so, unlike you muggle-loving Weasleys," he snarled just as Hermione came in through the door hearing Ginny yelling.

"Ginny, come on and sit with me, lets leave this prat alone," she said softly, hoping Ginny's temper would die down.

"And here's Mudblood to the rescue. Where's the rest of the dream team?"

Hermione was about to retort when Ginny said quietly to the hurt looking Hermione, "C'mon Hermione, he's not worth it." They both exited the compartment, and Hermione helped Ginny lift her trunk out of the corridor. They moved it into Hermione's compartment a bit down the corridor. When they had lifted the trunk onto the luggage rack, Ginny asked "Hermione, have you seen Ron?"

"No, I was about to ask you the same thing. What about Harry?"

Ginny shook her head, wondering where they had gone.


To Be Continued…

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