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The Forgotten Prophecy

Written By: Jeeths

Chapter 14: Onyx

Ginny ran down the stairs muttering softly and fuming silently. She didn't have to worry about Ron noticing her strange behavior because Ron barely ever noticed her behavior, and Harry wouldn't dare bring Ron into this mess. Ron would probably kill him for touching his baby sister without her permission, let alone his.

She began pulling out the groceries one by one, placing the dragon liver in the right spot, along with many other things needed in the average wizard's household.

"Hey mate, what's wrong? You look as though you've been run over by the Knight Bus. You're sleeping okay, right?" Ron asked, noticing Harry's flushed state.

"No, I'm fine, stubbed my toe is all," Harry replied, continuing to bring the groceries by the fireplace into the kitchen. Ginny rolled her eyes behind Ron's back at the lame excuse.

"Alright…" Ron said, warily, supposing Harry had to tell him something that was not meant for Ginny's ears.

Ginny continued putting the groceries away in their appropriate places. When she finished, she made her way towards the stairs yet again seeking solitude in the confinement of her room. However, she was interrupted as she heard a sharp crack and ran into something rather plump along her path. Parchment scattering everywhere obscured her vision as her arse ungracefully connected with the floor.

"Oh dear," Molly said, quickly casting a spell to make the parchments come together in a neat stack and land on the kitchen countertop. "Ginny, dear, are you all right?" she asked, coming to her daughter's aid.

"Mum, I'm fine," she said, ignoring the proffered hand and pushing herself up from the ground. She continued on her journey towards her bedroom.

"Ginny dear, I need to speak with you," Molly said, rustling through the stack of parchments she had brought with her from the Ministry.

"I didn't do anything!" she exclaimed abruptly. 'Wait a second…I don't get caught for doing anything. Could I have lost my winning streak?' Ginny thought to herself. All of a sudden, Aunt Prewett's words came back to her.

"Molly should come across everything official when she goes to the Ministry to take care of my paperwork."

Everything clicked. She spun around to face her mother. 'Does she know about the prophecy? She won't let me go on the exchange program under any circumstances if she does. I guess I won't mention it unless she does…'

"Is there something I should be wary of, Ginny?" Molly Weasley asked, shooting her a questioning glance.

"Haha…no! I think it's just a bit of Fred and George's reflex replies rubbing off on me. I didn't do anything. Not anything I'm aware of at least…"

"Alright then there is no need to worry!" Molly said, fully trusting her one and only daughter. Beckoning Ginny to follow her into the den, she left Ron and Harry to press their ears up to the door to find anything out. Once both women were comfortably seated and Mrs. Weasley finished shuffling through the papers she had brought with her Molly spoke again. "Ginny this might come as a shock to you," she said pausing, as Ginny mentally prepared to look surprised, "but before your Aunt Prewett passed away, she wrote a will, leaving all of her possessions to your inheritance. You have received everything of hers, and she wishes for you to use it as you will, but not to squander her savings mercilessly." Molly paused allowing Ginny to take in this supposedly new piece of information.

Ginny mock gasped. "Oh…" Ginny said, trying to feign surprise, "Uh…what?"

"I knew it would take a bit for it to sink in, considering you just found out about her passing as did the rest of us, and it was harder upon you because you were so much closer to her than the rest of us were, but we realize that you need to be informed of this, and you need to sign some papers as well," she said, handing her said papers to read and sign. "Now I've already gone through it all and it seems to me that it's not a rip off. Now, Ginny," she continued, placing her hand on Ginny's shoulder in a motherly gesture, "you need to realize that this money is your responsibility, and you need to follow Aunt Prewett's wishes accordingly. And, even considering our financial circumstances, the family will not try to take your money from you. They are merely for your purposes."

Ginny nodded dumbly in response.

"Also, Ginny, realize that this is quite a sum of money, especially considering her past job and her current one. As you know your Aunt Prewett offered to help us with our problems many times, but we politely refused. We of course could manage on our own. I, as your mother, simply refuse to deal with you squandering her money and coming back like a prodigal daughter, do you understand?"

Ginny once again nodded. She would never do something like that. It would only disappoint her aunt if she were here. Her aunt actually used to be a model for Gladrags Wizardwear, as was her mother in her younger years. As Molly had several children, her figure had drastically changed over the years, and she quit the job when she found out Bill was on the way. However, Aunt Prewett had stayed in the field for several more years, becoming one of the most renowned witches of the age. She was as widely known as the muggle Tiara Banks. Then, after she decided to retire from the industry, she took up another career, as one of Gladrags Wizardwear fashion designers. She gave Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions quite a run for their money. She was one a niece would very much be proud of, and would do her best to not disappoint.

"Now, Ginny, I need you to read over these papers carefully, make sure you understand them, then, if you agree to the terms, sign on the dotted line," Molly said, handing her a quill and the parchments she had been rifling through earlier.

Ginny quickly scanned through the terms of agreement, and then signed her name in cursive on the dotted line.

Molly then patted her on the back, picked up the parchments and stacked them neatly until they were all straight. She magically folded them into an envelope, and then tied it on Errol's leg, sending him flying out the window. She stood up from the couch. "Alright Ginny dear, I ought to make lunch! I'll let you mull things over a bit, shall I?" she said, swiftly walking out of the room, hastening to make lunch.

Ginny walked over to the staircase, but was confronted by a worried looking Harry.

"Ginny…" Harry began, but losing track of the words that he had diligently rehearsed, looked forlorn and lost.

Ginny brushed past him and began the ascent towards her room, not saying a word. Harry, still not knowing what was wrong, followed.

Harry had enough of it her silence. He took her by the arm and spun her around so that she was facing him. "Ginny, please, what's wrong? What did I do?"

"Harry, not now! I have enough on my mind as it is. Now please just LEAVE ME ALONE! I'll explain everything that your tiny brain hasn't already processed LATER!" she said, huffing and making a beeline towards her room, leaving a very confused Harry behind.

She decided that a nap would be nice, but found she'd had enough of that, so she'd wallow in her own misery just lying in bed. Yes, that's what she would do.


Ginny turned over, entangling her legs in the ever so pink sheets of her bedspread even more. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and her pupils adjusted to the light filtering through the open window. The cool summer breeze played with loose strands of Ginny's curly hair that had emerged from beneath the blankets like molten lava through a crack in the crust of the earth. She had fallen into an unplanned nap as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Hearing the flutter of a wing, she lazily shifted her gaze towards her side table, where she heard the noise come from. There, perched on the edge of the table, was a deep black owl, its luxurious feathers glistening in the rays of sunlight. It was the same owl that had brought Aunt Prewett's letter to her the night before. She slowly sat up in the bed, her back propped up by a few pillows.

"Now, who's owl are you?" she spoke softly to the bird, lightly stroking its feathers.

The owl hooted softly, lightly nipping her finger, cocking its head to its side.

As the owl moved its head, Ginny noticed something glinting around its neck. She trailed her finger along its neckline and found a black collar, invisible amongst the black feathers. At the middle of the collar was a golden tag, the size of a sickle. Inscribed on the front was the unique name, "Onyx".

"So, your name's Onyx is it? Well that's a very pretty name," Ginny stated. She felt the indentation of something inscribed on the back of the golden tag. She flipped the coin over and squinted at the tiny words.

"TO: Ginny Weasley, LOVE: Aunt P"

"Oh…I guess your mine then, aren't you?" she spoke softly with the slightest trail of a grin on her lips. "I'm sorry! I didn't give you anything last night! Hold on while I go knick some of Pig's stash of owl treats! Whether or not you went hunting last night, you should still have something," she said.

She went up the stairs to Ron's room, and as she reached the landing, she sharply rapped her knuckles upon the wood of the door.

She heard a muffled, "Come in," and she obliged by cautiously entering.

There was a redhead lying upon the orange covered mattress that matched the rest of the orange covered room. He was reading Which Broomstick, a very popular magazine of the age. A raven-haired boy was on the floor, obviously concentrating on a wizard's chess game, not even glancing at the door as it had opened.

"Mind telling us anything?" the red head that had now looked up from the magazine questioned.

"Not really, although I did come up here to knick some owl treats. Is Pig around?" she asked, looking around for the tiny creature who would be very unhappy if it witnessed the criminal act a certain witch was about to perform.

"Nope, you're in luck, he's off delivering some mail to Hermione," Ron said.

She quickly made her way over to Pig's stash of owl treats near the foot of Ron's bed. As she picked a few treats out she could distinctly feel a pair of eyes on the back of her head. She ignored the feeling of the hair prickling on the back of her neck as she shut the lid of the container and backed away, fully prepared to turn and stalk away with her back facing the ever-staring eyes. However, her plan was quickly demolished as she tripped over the trunk at the foot of Ron's bed, and was promptly knocked off her feet for the second time in a day, falling onto something tough and squishy, with much clattering heard everywhere.

The clattering was the sound of many chess pieces breaking into tiny pieces, while the tough squishy surface was conveniently Harry's lap.

She had knocked her head on Harry's king which turned the dull throbbing from her earlier fall into sharp pangs of pain. She seemed to be falling a whole lot lately.

She opened her eyes and was once again greeted by emerald green.

Ginny groaned loudly. How did not even glancing at him turn into staring straight into his eyes, while in his lap nonetheless!

A voice shook her out of her reverie, yelling "I had him stumped for the first time in months and you had to mess it up! You've been so clumsy lately! And Harry's been better at his game too!" Ron complained. But those emerald eyes were still rested upon her brown ones, full of unneeded concern. Ginny then became fully aware of one of his hands on the back of her head and the other on her arm. She jerked away and swiftly got up, turning to leave.

"Sorry 'bout your game Ron, better luck next time!" she said, sidestepping the disgruntled chess pieces who were pulling themselves together once again.

Ron jumped up and ran to block the doorway. "Gin, I was planning on asking you some questions and now would be a better time than any," he said, his voice almost pleading.

Ginny smiled at Ron's attempt to be nice. "Ron, every question will be answered at dinner tonight, ok?" she said, giving him a reassuring pat on the cheek.

Ron moved out of the doorway. "Just answer one question then," he said.

"Fine," she said, dreading the worst question ever, just so she could peacefully get out of there.

"Those treats can't be for Errol because Mom just sent him out on a delivery, what owl are they for then?"

She gave him a small smile, then said one word, "Onyx," and ran down the stairs to her room.


To Be Continued…

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