Disclaimer: I almost got the sixth book done… If I was J. K. Rowling, then yea, I'd have it done by now.

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Blue Flowers of Celestial Years

Chapter 6: "The Winner of the Daily Prophet Contest"

In the two weeks that passed, Professor Snape never caught the person who shouted the rumor that he has a hernia, nor was the person who started the rumor ever found. Within those passing weeks, Snape's moods had been so bad that even the Slytherins were afraid to sneeze in the corridors.

Professor Snape had become more than a royal pain in the ass, in many students' opinions. The only person who was keeping Snape in line was the brilliant, yet kind of crazy, Headmaster Dumbledore.

It was the beginning of the fourth week of October when Ginny noticed something different. Students were looking at the front covers of the Daily Prophet, seemingly really interested in the articles. At first, Ginny assumed that another Voldemort attack happened; until the students looked at her and ran the other way.

This deeply confused, the poor Weasley, and since it was morning time, really did not want to think about what the problem was. It was not apparent to Ginny until she walked to the Great Hall and found Colin Creevy standing outside the huge double doors, looking very nervous.

"Ginny," Colin greeted, rubbing his feet together. "You might not want to eat breakfast this morning… or any time after for a while."

"Oh, no!" Ginny retorted, holding up a hand to stop whatever Colin wanted to say. "There was one time I skipped breakfast and I learned my lesson; I will never do it again. What are you doing out here anyway? You're usually in the Great Hall eating breakfast."

Colin paled a bit and mumbled something that Ginny did not catch.

"What?" she pressed, straining her ears.

"I said I am not in the Great Hall because your brother, Ron, and Seamus, are hunting for me. It took Harry, Hermione, and Neville to barely hold both of them back from attacking me."

"Why would Ron and Seamus want to hurt you?"

When Colin did not answer, Ginny decided to go into the Great Hall and demand an explanation for her brother and boyfriend's inexcusable behavior.

"NO! GINNY!" Colin cried out desperately when the red head magiced the doors to open.

Ginny entered, followed by a pale adolescent trotting behind her. They walked down the rows of long tables, not noticing the stares she was receiving. Ginny did not stop her walk until she saw her brother's red head sitting with a black haired person, and across from them, a brown, bushy haired person.

"We need to talk." Ginny said as she sat down next to Ron.

"I say we do!" Ron snarled, and then saw poor Colin. "And what are you doing here?" he asked in a cold voice.

"Ronald Weasley!" Ginny screeched, putting her hands on her hips just like her mother. "What has Colin ever done to you?"

"It's not what he's done to me! It's what he's done to you!"

Ron was just about to get up to run after Colin, determined to do an Illegal Curse on him, when his sister forced him back down in his seat.

"What is going on?" Ginny demanded, looking at the other boys.

They were all silent, and Ginny did not miss the glaring look Seamus gave pale, shaky Colin. Instantly, like any intelligent Gryffindor would, she realized that something had happened.

"What is it? What happened?" Ginny pressed again.

"You don't know?" Seamus asked, looking around at everyone else.

"No, I don't."

Ron threw his gaze back to Colin, giving him a glare that would put Voldemort to shame.

"So you did it on your own, hm? Thought you could use my sister for first prize, hm?" he asked in the coldest voice that Ginny had ever heard come from her kind brother. It was enough to make chills go down their spines.

"No—I mean—" Colin stuttered.

"What is going on?" Ginny interrupted desperately before her brother and boyfriend kill Colin.

Harry sighed in pity, handing the Daily Prophet to Ginny; she opened it up to the front page, seeing nothing in particular but the news.

Suddenly, she saw herself. There, in full color, was Ginny's picture that both she and Colin submitted. It was the picture of her own self, with her looking over her shoulder at Colin's camera, her bare back showing; however she still had the dress on.

Then, Ginny saw what the problem was; the picture was only printed to make it look like she was naked when taking the picture. Her eyes widened as she looked at the column heading:

First place: Naked Weasley Beauty.

Oh her mother is going to KILL her! Ginny started to tremble as she read the column that came with it:

"First place in the Daily Prophet's Muggle Picture Contest goes to Mr. Colin Creevy, and his lovely model, Ginevra B. Weasley. She poses nude in the picture, surrounded by nature's beauty, as Mr. Creevy takes the picture. Who knows what kind of special relationship they have together? Here is to the lucky lovers! Mr. Colin Creevy wins one hundred and seventy Galleons, and Ms. Ginevra B. Weasley wins one hundred and fifty Galleons. Congratulations, you two lucky lovers!"

Ginny felt sick to her stomach; her mother is going to kill her! She is probably sending a Howler to poor Ginny right now. She continued to look at the paper, griping the edges she held in her hands so tightly that the news paper ripped in half.

Ginny mumbled an apology to whoever received the Daily Prophet. All she could do was tremble in anger.

"Ginny, are you alright?" Seamus asked, noticing how pale his girlfriend's face was getting.

Ginny shook her head, her hands still gripping the two halves to the paper. She opened and closed her mouth, trying to scream the truth, but words would not come out.

"Colin, you better watch your back." Ron growled as Colin shook his head, also trying to explain.

"It's not his fault, Ron." Ginny said, finally finding her voice, even if it was hoarse

"You mean… you purposely posed nude for a pathetic sum of Galleons?!" Ron demanded to his only sister.

"No! Will you listen before you go jumping to conclusions?!" Ginny yelped, getting close to crying from embarrassment.

Colin decided to sit down beside Ginny despite the glares he received from the two guys who always protected her.

"Okay, I agreed to be a model for the contest Colin wanted to participate in." Ginny explained, her forehead in her hands. "I was wearing a royal-blue dress that was strapless, and exposed my back. That picture that you see in the paper was supposed to be printed in full length. Colin and I even picked out what picture we wanted to send in, and I even read the paper he sent with the picture, explaining that it was supposed to be in full length!"

Everyone was silent, knowing that Ginny was speaking the truth, however, that was not going to stop Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, or the whole wizarding world, from reading today's paper.

"Mum is going to kill me…" Ginny moaned to her brother, who put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

"It won't be so bad…."

Ginny looked at Ron, seriously considering if he was adopted into their family.

"Ron, this is our MUM we are talking about!"

Harry looked at the watch on his wrist, looking at the time.

"Classes are going to start soon." He gathered his things, stood up, and looked at Ginny with a smile filled with pity. "Good luck, Ginny."

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Ginny had her Potion's book opened in standing position on the desk, with her face buried in it to hide herself. Yet she could still hear the whispers and feel the stares landing on her, causing her to shutter.

Professor Snape entered the classroom in a foul mood as usual. He went to the front of the class, sneering down at the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.

"You will make this potion," he said, indicating to the blackboard, and the formula appeared there. "And I expect it to be done today, no exceptions, and no questions. Understood?"

The class answered in unison.

"Did I say you can talk?!" Professor Snape snapped, his dark eyes roaming over his students. The class did not answer. "Good, now get to work!"

Ginny sighed, getting her hand-me-down cauldron out and started on the potion. It was a rather difficult formula that forced the person to dig through their memory from first year to the present time.

While she worked on her assignment, Ginny felt people glance at her occasionally, sensing what they were thinking about her. She added another ingredient, looked back up at the board, trying to see the instructions; instead, she saw her fellow classmates looking back at her with disgusted expressions.

Only when Ginny gave them her best Weasley-is-going-to-make-you-suffer-her-wrath look did they turn around with scared looks. They then began to mumble among themselves as Ginny read the next line of the directions.

She was at a complete loss because of the Daily Prophet's lies. How could they print something like that in the paper?! Do they hate her family that much?! More importantly, how was her mum going to react to the article? Ginny gulped and shuddered at the thought that creped into her mind.

Ginny read the last note on the board; it said that the potion should be a blue color with light blue vapors coming from the liquid. She looked at her potion and saw it was exactly as described on the board. Of course, Snape might try to find something wrong with it.

Speak of the devil… Professor Snape came walking down the tables, looking at his students' working progress. There was one student who had a green liquid that was spewing black mud of some sort.

It was strange just looking at it.

Unfortunately, that student just had to be in Gryffindor so, of course, the Mighty Professor Snape took ten points off the house.

Snape passed by Ginny's cauldron, looking at her successful work, barely nodded to her, and kept on walking. Ginny let out a breath she did not know she was holding, and she hoped that Snape did not hear it.

Thankfully, he did not as he passed another student. The Ravenclaws and Gryffindors were doing poorly in making their potions today than usual. Snape sneered at his unsuccessful students, obviously disappointed in them.

"Well, for those of you who did not get distracted by today's picture on the front page of the Daily Prophet, good work; however, for those of you who did, you can thank those two people for the extra homework you have to do."

Several students turned around and glared at a very, very angry Ginny Weasley. It was not her fault that those stupid people messed up on their potion assignment!

When the bell rang, Ginny practically stormed out the dungeon doors, up the hall, and towards Transfiguration class.

Professor McGonagall saw a red haired, young woman with fire all around her. The teacher was sure that Miss Weasley was scary enough to make even Voldemort shake where he stood.

"Miss Weasley," Professor McGonagall said, nodding towards her student. "I was wondering if you decided what career you wanted to have the rest of your life."

"Healer, I want to be a Healer." Ginny answered, not moving her eyes from staring straight ahead of her.

"Well, good, we need more Healers. I will give you a list of required courses you need to take before you leave Hogwarts."

When class started, Ginny just did as she was told, and did not talk to anyone else. Colin, who sat behind Ginny, felt really guilty because she did not even turn around to say hello like she normally did.

After class, Colin caught up with Ginny, who was walking very fast.

"Ginny!" he called out.

Ginny stopped, looking around to see who was calling her.

"I'm sorry." Colin said when he finally reached her.

Ginny looked puzzled.

"For what?" she asked.

"For everything that happened; for talking you into being my model, for the Daily Prophet article, and for the reason you are having a bad day."

Ginny blinked.

"Oh, Colin, it's not your fault. You don't have any control over the actions of other people. I don't blame you, and you shouldn't blame yourself."

Colin looked down at the ground; that was when Ginny noticed that he is a few inches taller than her.

Bummer.

"You didn't say hello to me like you usually do." Colin muttered.

Instantly, Ginny felt guilty; she was not the only one taking the blunt because of the Daily Prophet, but Colin as well.

"I'm sorry, Colin, I forgot to greet you. Again, I'm sorry."

Ginny could barely see the smile Colin gave her.

"It's okay." He said.

Ginny felt a little better as she was walking to Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom; however, she saw a cut out of the picture from the paper, on the stone walls. Ginny shook, tearing it down, and ripping it to pieces with the other students staring at her.

"What are you all looking at?!" she snapped and stomped off to her classroom.

There was still fifteen minutes left before class started. Ginny entered the classroom and unintentionally slammed the door behind her. After that, Remus came out of the backroom with a puzzled face, until he saw Ginny.

She was standing by the abused door, her hands were fists, and the way the light hit her hair, she seemed to be on fire. Her scowl did not look any better.

"Well, Ginny, I must say you are in quite a good mood today." Remus chuckled sarcastically.

Ginny let out an answer that sounded like a cross between a snarl and a snort. Remus closed the back door behind him, looking a bit paler than yesterday. The full moon must be coming soon.

"….Daily Prophet… going to…. Kill…. Editors…." Ginny snarled out through her clinched teeth, so pissed off she could not even talk straight. "Students… stupid… going to… kill them… as well…"

"Now, now, killing your peers won't help anything." Her teacher stated, motioning for Ginny to take a seat where she usually sits.

Ginny stomped over to the desk, and sat down roughly, still scowling and baring her white teeth.

"Did you read the Daily Prophet?" Ginny asked when she finally calmed herself enough to form a straight sentence.

"Yes, I did. As a matter of fact, I thought I saw you in there…"

"That IS me on there!" Ginny yelled, not meaning to snap at the one person who truly understands her.

"Yes, Ginny, I know. Now, what happened to make you so upset?" Remus asked calmly, not even flinching from Ginny's Weasley temper erupting.

Ginny explained the whole story, concluding once again that her mother is going to kill her.

"I'm sure Molly won't kill you." Remus tried to reassure his student.

"Do you even know my mum?" Ginny asked with one eyebrow raised.

"Yes, I do. As a matter of fact, if Molly would kill anyone (unlikely), she would more than likely kill Mr. Creevy before she kills her only daughter."

"That picture…" Ginny moaned, leaning back with a sigh.

"That picture caused a lot of guys to blush; I do believe they're attracted to you. It was quite… exquisite." Remus laughed, putting a hand behind his head as a blush came to his cheeks.

Ginny could see the young teenager in that smile who might have done, or said, the same things when looking at a crush.

"That doesn't stop everyone that knows my family from believing such a disgusting lie." Ginny cried as she buried her face in her arms. She hated crying, especially in front of a person who probably thinks she is weak.

Ginny felt a hand on her arm and she raised her head, looking up at the handsome face of Remus Lupin. He held out a clean handkerchief for her, and she accepted it, and dried her tears off her face.

"This is so horrible." Ginny said.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, Dumbledore got pretty angry when he saw that picture in the paper."

Ginny squeaked, wondering how that was going to make her feel better. Anyone who makes Dumbledore angry deserves to die because the Headmaster is so kind and forgiving. Remus put a hand up, silently asking to continue.

"He knew how the picture was supposed to be printed because Colin had to go to the Headmaster, asking for permission to use a student for modeling. Dumbledore agreed, and Mr. Creevy showed every picture he took of you to the Headmaster. Mr. Creevy particularly favored the one you two sent in for the contest."

Ginny was silent, wondering why Colin would love the pictures of her. Then an idea came to her.

"Maybe Colin still has a copy of the picture we sent in!"

"I wouldn't doubt it…" Remus mumbled, but Ginny did not hear it.

"Maybe we could make a school article with the real picture on it, and post it around school and at Hogsmeade!" Ginny continued. "Then, people will send some copies to the Daily Prophet, asking questions…"

Remus nodded as other students of the class started to come into the room.

"That's a start…"

Ginny handed Remus back his handkerchief, now noticing that the bite mark on his hand was gone.

At the end of class, Ginny stayed behind, as usual, but still packed up her stuff. She looked at Remus as he gathered some things up to put away.

"Do you want some help?" Ginny asked.

Remus smiled and shook his head negatively.

"No, that's okay. I can handle it."

"I'm going to go to supper, but I will be back later on, if that's okay with you."

The soon-to-be-once-again werewolf nodded, picking up the items.

"It's okay with me." He said.

"Hogsmeade is this weekend." Ginny informed. "Are you going?"

"Can't. Full moon."

"Oh… sorry." Ginny said, putting her head down in shame that she had forgotten about the moon.

"It's okay." Remus said, carrying the items to the backroom.

When Remus came out, he was expecting Ginny to be gone, but she was still standing in the same spot.

"Is something wrong?" he asked worriedly.

Ginny dropped her book bag and wrapped her arms around Remus, pulling him into a soothing hug.

"Thank you." She said, putting the side of her head on his chest.

Remus was at least six feet tall, and Ginny's head only came to his chest, a reminder of how shortness runs in her family.

Remus hesitantly put his arms around Ginny, excepting the hug even if he was shocked at someone daring to touch a werewolf. Then again, Ginny is completely different from everyone else.

"For what?" Remus asked, wondering what the young woman has to thank him for.

"For listening to me rant about my problems of life; for being here when I needed someone to talk to."

Remus nodded as Ginny slowly pulled away, already missing his soft, kind, warm arms. She picked up her book bag and waved to him.

"See you later!" Ginny called as she headed out the door.

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At the Great Hall, students were gathered around, eating supper. Ginny spotted her brother's red hair and she walked over to him and his friends. As she sat down, she noticed they all looked angry.

"You guys, too, huh?" Ginny asked, getting a plate full of food.

They all nodded silently and continued eating. Ginny noticed the tension all around Ron, Harry, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, and Colin. It was like a bomb about ready to go off; all it needed was a spark.

"I can't believe these people!" Ron snapped at no one in particular.

"Let me guess…" Ginny started. "They were looking at you and whispering among themselves."

"Oh worse than that, Gin." Harry said, resting his head in his hand.

"They actually… said some things…" Hermione whispered, disgusted with her fellow students.

"Like what?" Ginny asked.

"Nothing." Ron said, looking at his friends also telling them not to tell his sister.

Grrr. Brothers can be so infuriating!

"Listen, I have an idea." Ginny said, and turned to the person sitting diagonally from her. "Colin, do you still have a copy of the original photograph we sent in?"

"Yes…" Colin hesitated.

"Excellent! We can put it on a school paper, explaining the real way it was supposed to be printed, and post it around school and at Hogsmeade."

Everyone had to think about that before agreeing; it sounded pretty reasonable.

"Great idea, sis!" Ron beamed at Ginny, and then turned to Hermione. "And aren't you supposed to be the one with the brains?"

If looks could kill, Ron would have died a long time ago. Instead, he backed away from the bushy-haired girl, reminding everyone of an Arthur-Molly situation.

"Of course, you are still the one who's the most intelligent!" Ron squeaked, forcing a pathetic smile.

It was at that moment that a personal letter came, carried by a personal owl.

The Weasley's family owl, Errol, came flying in, holding a red envelope in his beak. As usual, he landed roughly in front of Ginny because the envelope was addressed to her.

Ginny's eyes widen. She had never, in all her years at Hogwarts, ever gotten a Howler! It was always Ron, or Fred and George who had gotten them; never her! Ginny picked the red envelope up with shaky hands, trying to get up before the Howler exploded—

"GINEVRA WEASLEY!!!!!!!" Mrs. Weasley's voice boomed over the Great Hall, her voice echoing off the walls as the whole students and teachers fell silent.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR FATHER'S REACTION WAS WHEN HE OPENED UP THE DAILY PROPHET THIS MORNING?! HE NEARLY DIED OF A HEART ATTACK!!! AS FOR MYSELF—"

Ginny's face turned darker than her hair as she slid off her seat and underneath the table. Even under there, Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed in her throbbing eardrums as Ginny stared at her friends' feet.

"—I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO EMBARRASSED AND DISGUSTED OF MY ONLY DAUGHTER BEFORE IN MY LIFE!!!! DID YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT WHAT YOUR FATHER HAD TO FACE WHEN HE WENT TO WORK?!?! DID YOU EVEN THINK THAT YOUR OTHER BROTHERS WILL ALSO RECEIVE THE DAILY PROPHET!?!?! HOW AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN TO THEM THAT THEIR ONLY LITTLE SISTER BEHAVED IN SUCH A MANNER?!?!?! DID YOU EVEN THINK AT ALL?!?!?!!?!?

"WHEN YOUR FATHER READ THE ARTICLE, HE WAS ABOUT TO GO TO HOGWARTS HIMSELF AND KILL CREEVY, WHOEVER HE IS!!!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH EMBARRASSMENT YOU CAUSED THIS FAMILY??!!?!

"HOW CAN YOU HAVE SO MUCH DISRESPECT FOR YOURSELF AS TO DO SUCH A THING AS POSE NUDE FOR A BLOODY PICTURE?!?!?! AND MERLIN KNOWS WHAT ELSE YOU AND CREEVY DID TOGETHER WHEN YOU WERE ALONE!!!!!!!!"

Now Colin turned red, lowering his head to try to cover himself as much as possible. He started to seriously consider joining Ginny under the table, only realizing that would have made the rumors about them worse if he did.

"YOU CAN STAY AT HOGWARTS FOR CHRISTMAS FOR ALL I CARE!!!! I AM SO ANGRY WITH YOU GINEVRA, I CAN'T EVEN SEE STRAIGHT!!!! IF YOU PULL ANOTHER STUNT LIKE THAT AGAIN, I WILL DISOWN YOU AND SEND YOU AS A SACRIFICE TO YOU-KNOW-WHO!!!!!!"

After that, the Howler burst into flames. Several students laughed, some shook their head in disgust, others pitied Ginny, and the rest could care less. After a good many minutes, Ginny immerged from under the table, her face still playing color competition with her red hair.

Then, to make things worse, the spark that could make the bomb go off came, laughing behind Ginny.

Ginny groaned; she knew that laugh, anyone with hearing knows that laugh.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she growled, not bothering to turn around.

"Well, I just wanted to congratulate you, Weasley, for helping Creevy win the Daily Prophet contest." He replied, trying to act innocent about his intentions, although the smirk on his face gave him away.

"Well thank you," Ginny said, finally turning around and sneering. "Although that is not the way the photograph was supposed to be printed for the contest."

"Really?" Malfoy said, suddenly interested. "I thought that your mother was simply tired of being so poor that she told you to pose nude. Then again, by the sound of that Howler, it seems you did it by your own free will. Typical Weasley. Of course, now at least you have more money then your pathetic, poor family."

"Malfoy…" Harry growled through clinched teeth as his hands balled up in fists.

"You could actually make a career out of it." Malfoy continued, either not hearing Harry, or just ignoring him. "Sure, you would be disowned from your family, but who would want to be tied to a family like the Weasleys? Then you can marry the mudblood, Creevy, and become a Creevy and have nice little half blood children."

Malfoy sneered at Harry, knowing he is a half blood.

"Of course, it really shouldn't surprise me." Malfoy continued when everyone was dead silent, but the tension was building. "Weasleys always did have a weak point for muggles and mudbloods. It really isn't surprising that the youngest Weasley is going to have a career of being a whore—"

At that point, the bomb went off with a loud bang.

Before Malfoy, or anybody else, could react, Harry had jumped to his feet, took quick steps across the table because he was sitting across from Ginny, and jumped on Malfoy, pinning him down to the ground with his fist flying. Ron followed soon after when Crabbe and Goyle joined in to fight Harry; however, Ron was having a hard time fighting two hulky guys off, so it was then that Seamus entered the fight.

Ginny yelped as the Great Hall erupted all around them; many Slytherins entered the fight, followed by many Gryffindors. The teachers ran to the center of the fight as the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs backed away, clearly not wanting to be in the fight.

Ginny did not know how it happened, but she was pulled into the center of the fight, and pinned to the floor. There were so many fists flying that she did not know who was hitting her, but she did see Malfoy with a bloody nose and a lot of bruises on his face. He was still being held down by Harry, who seemed to have lost his glasses in the fight.

Suddenly, and enormous, hard fist collided with Ginny's left eye. The hit felt like her eye was going to explode from the socket, and then another fist connected with her lip. Someone pulled her hair, and another stepped on her stomach.

That was what made Ginny fight back as she tried to crawl out of the bodies of students; she fought her way through, her fists swinging at anyone, her feet trampling over anyone unlucky enough to meet the bottom of her shoes.

"SILENCE!" a booming voice sounded through the noise, bringing peace immediately.

Everyone looked up to see Headmaster Dumbledore standing over the mob of students, the delightful twinkle in his eyes was gone, only to be replaced by anger. Several of the teachers, including Remus, tried in vein to break up the fight before the Headmaster interfered. That made the students back away from the Headmaster in fear, revealing the main culprits of the fight.

Unfortunately, Ginny tripped over someone when the chaos was happening, and landed on Malfoy's stomach. Her left eye ached, her lip was split and the blood flowed down her chin. Despite her appearance, Ginny was still categorized as one of the main culprits; she knew she was when Professor McGonagall's eyes landed on her.

"Never, in all my years at Hogwarts, have I ever seen such a thing!" McGonagall scolded the Gryffindors and Slytherins. Their head of house was so angry that she was shaking very badly.

"Professor McGonagall will deal with the Gryffindors, and Professor Snape with deal with the Slytherins." Dumbledore said, his voice soaked in disappointment as he turned and walked away.

Malfoy shoved Ginny off of him and he stood up, giving the others a dreadful sneer despite his busted lip. Ginny looked at Remus' expressionless face, wondering when he came in the hall for supper.

Remus made a small indication of warning towards Ginny's lower region. Ginny looked down, seeing her school skirt riding up her legs, dangerously close to exposing her knickers. She blushed and stood up, smoothing out the knee-length skirt.

Ginny nodded her thanks to her favorite professor, which he returned.

"You four, in my office! Now!" McGonagall snapped at Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Ginny.

Hermione, Colin, and Neville had been smart enough to back off from the fight. The two boys, and surprisingly, Hermione as well, looked the other four in pity, silently wishing them good luck.

They all entered Professor McGonagall's office, and their teacher promptly slammed the door behind her after the students entered. She turned around, still shaking with anger, with her hands on her hips.

"I have never…" she began, not even able to talk properly. "What you four had started was inexcusable behavior! I have never been so disgusted with my Gryffindor students in my years teaching here! Even James Potter never did anything like this!"

Harry put his head down, his cheeks burning with shame.

"Of course, Sirius…" McGonagall mumbled, but then realized she was going off the subject. "I will be writing to your families tonight—"

Ginny squeaked in horror; her mother was already so angry with her.

"—And all of you will receive two weeks of detention, starting tonight!"

"Professor," Seamus whispered. "Ginny didn't start anything. She was pulled into the fight, and she was trying to get out of it."

"That doesn't matter, Mr. Finnegan!" McGonagall snapped. "All of you will receive two weeks of detention! Say anything more and I will forbid you all to go to Hogsmeade!" McGonagall looked pointing at Ginny whose busted lip had blood trailing down her chin, and dropping onto her clothes.

No one said a word. Seamus looked at Ginny, knowing she was innocent, but she could not get out of it. Ginny smiled sadly, her lip splitting more when she did and she winced in pain.

"Mr. Potter, you will serve detention with Professor Snape."

Harry winced, his glasses still absent from his face.

"Mr. Finnegan, you will serve detention with me."

Seamus nodded, although dreading it inside.

"Mr. Weasley, you will serve detention with Mr. Filch."

Ron's shoulders slumped when he heard that.

"And Miss Weasley, you will serve detention with Professor Lupin."

Ginny looked up.

"But, Professor, it's close to…" Ginny started, but then stopped herself when McGonagall's eyes shot sparks out of them.

"That doesn't happen until this weekend, Miss Weasley, which is really none of your concern."

Ginny nodded, ashamed of herself for fearing Remus' wolf side.

"All four of you, get out of my office, and if any of you…" McGonagall stopped, shaking her head. "Just get out of my sight!"

The four Gryffindors practically stumbled over each other in attempt to get out of McGonagall's office, without facing her wrath again.

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AN: Thank you everyone who wished me a happy birthday! You people are so cool! Unfortunately, my disk, that I kept all my notes on for future chapters got possessed, and now I can't bring the documents up. God, I have such bad luck! So, I will have to try to remember what I can, and search through my room finding the papers that I wrote the notes on. (unenthusiastic) Yay.

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LupinFan227: Oh, that kind of crush! Yes, she does have a crush on him… for now anyway. Yes, I think we have all had our share of teacher crushing. (sighs and thinks of that hot teacher she crushed on) Anyway, thank you for your encouragement on my creativity, if I have any. I like your Remus in a lot of your fan fics. Thank you for your review!!!!

Branmuffinpower: I took French language class for two years, but alas, I forgot a lot of it as the years passed, and I didn't practice it. I think I am a morbid person, too, and I like it! I'm sorry the Yankees lost. I remember when they played the San Diego Padres for the World Cup (San Diego is where I am originally from). We lost, of course. Boo hoo. Yes, you did say happy birthday in advance, thank you! I love Tom as well. Heeheehee. Thank you for your review!

aikakone: Great Laichi? Have you been reading my friends' minds? Because they call me the "great laichi" sometimes. By the way, you have not offended me because I don't mind. You guessed it, I am a Scorpio! Yay! So is my dad; I think that is why we get along so well. You're older than twenty? Do I dare ask how old you are exactly? I don't think I will ever fall out of love from Harry Potter, no matter how old I get. Yes, Colin is crushing on Ginny. Poor Ginny; now she has three guys after her heart: Seamus, Colin, and Remus. Thank you for your review!

Elizabeth Turner: I think Remus is very sexy as well in my mind. Daniel Thewis looks… well… okay, so he doesn't look good as Remus. I think the crew who interviewed for the cast parts didn't think that even the little guy has huge fans, so they just came up with anyone. Thank you for review!