Chapter One
Authors Note: This is just a little story that I decided to make. Oviously. But, I am trying my best, and keep in mind, Im only in the Eigth Grade. So read, and enjoy. Also, I know that spelling is a problem, but my word prosesser doesn't know how to spell check, so pretty please deal with the spelling. Enjoy!
Ginny walked into Hogwarts, hoping for the first time seince her first year that she would be accepted. It was four years after she had graduated from her sevanth year, and she was now walking back into her old school, but this time as a teacher, not a student.
Her job was to be Defence Aginst The Dark Arts, and hopefully, she would be the first permanant teacher for over fifteen years. She had recieved a call from the Headmistress, Profesor Mogonnagal, to ask her if she was interested in taking the job, as another teacher had failed. Ginny had been far more interested in receaving a job in Transfugurations, but her old school friend, Hermione Granger had gotton it before she had found out about the opening.
Professor Dumbledor had resigned one year before Ginny had left school, when Lord Voldemort had been defeated at last. Harry Potter had done it finaly, in his last year at Hogwarts. A great battle had taken place, with Dumbledor's Army, or the D.A., that had been formed years before with Harry as their leader. Harry had been badly injured, and had just been released from St Mungo's a year and a half ago.
Harry had suffored greatly in the battle, and had badly needed those few years in St Mungo's. He was better now, and was working to become an Aurour, with Dumbledor's help. Ron had been working in the Ministry of Magic, trying to rise in enough positions and try to forfil his dream of becoming Minister of Magic, but only graduating five years ago, sadly had a long way to go.
Ginny walked into the Staff room, and there met Hermione, and together they sat down to discuss a few random things, like the weather, classes they were going to have, but when the discussion went to their familys, Hermione blushed and looked away. She and Ron had been living together for almost a year, but neither of them were very comfortable with talking about it with others. They were seen together, and once, a couple months ago, when Ginny had visited Harry, they had a small conversation about them.
Ginny and Hermione quickly switched topics, and choose a safer one, but where interupted when Mogonagal walking in, looked at them strictly, and they left the room silently. Even though they were no longer students of Mogonagal, they still felt akwark in her presance. They walked into the Great Hall, and Ginny suddenly felt nervious, some of the students in this room had been younger students when she was still in Hogwarts, and they knew her as Ginny, not Professor Weasly. She looked nerviously at Hermione, and she nodded helpfully, and they walked together to the Staff Table.
Professor Mogaonagal made her start of term speech, and then annonced that Ginny was talking over the dark arts class. Many sixth and seventh years got to their feet and cheered for her, and that made her feel much better. When they sat down, Mogonagal gave the final words, and the feast was served. Hermione and Ginny dug in, without speaking, and grinned at each other, their mouths full to the busting point with food.
Later that evening, Hermione came to visit her, she held Pig, Rons extreamly old, but still annoyingly pesky owl in one hand, and in the other, a letter. She looked anixous, and Ginny instanly rushed over to her, and they sat down across from each other. "
"Its from Ron, isnt it?" Ginny stated, rather oviously.
"Yes. It is. Should I open it?" Hermione, who had always know the anser, was now asking Ginny a question.
"Hermione, you live with this guy, you have known him for practically forever, why do you need to question your feelings every day? You need to answer it, it might be important!" Ginny felt bad, but it had to be said.
"I know!"
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Hermione tore open the letter, her fingers trembling, and read it, extreamly fast, even for her. She re-read it, and then pushed it over to Ginny. "You really need to read this Gin, its really for you."
"What? No, it cant be, its from Ron!"
Quickly she looked down at the letter, her eyes flashing over the page:
Dear Mione,
I know its only been a while seince we've seen each other, but the other day Harry stopped by, and hes really not looking too good. I tried to get him to go back to St Mungo's, but hes totaly refused! I've let him stay here for a couple days, but hes really getting impossabe. I had to take his wand away, hes trying to hex Dobby! Dobby always does something to protect himself, and gives Harry a right talking to, but Harry just isnt ok right now. He needs to go somewere, but I cant make him. Im not home enough, and even though Dobby has told me a million times not to worry, Im afraid Harry's going to hurt himself. Do you know anyone that would be able to take him in, and keep an eye on him? Even if it was just checking in every couple hours, he need to have someone thats able to make him feel safe. I dont think he understands that Voldamort is dead, he just wont be still. Can you think of anyone? I really need you to help me out! Hes desroying the house, and Dobby really doesnt deserve this much work, I dont make enough to pay him what its worth! Im hoping also, that you could use a school owl to send this back with, Pig was my only choice, and he doesnt really look to good, does he? Give my best to Ginny,
Love Ron
Ginny looked up. "What do you mean? Its got nothing to do with me!" She was very confused.
"Gin! Its got everything to do with you! You could watch Harry! I could help of course, and he would be checked on all the time! It would be perfect! Please say you will?"
"I dunno Mione, it doesnt sound like hes just gonna come of his own free will. And we cant make him!"
"GINNY! Think, would you! All you would have to say is that you need some extra help here, and he would come instantly! Your his best friends little sister, and not to mention..."
"Mention what? That hes practially in love with me! No! I cant do this, he might take it the wrong way, like its some kind of invatation, and it DEFIDENTALY is not! You cant just dangle me on a string in front of him! Im not that kind of girl!" Ginny felt herself getting histarical, and this defidentaly wansnt the time.
"Ginny! I would never do that to you! Im your friend, remember? Any anyway, Harry is your friend too, you cant forget that! He need you right now, you cant ignore it!"
