Disregarded Happenings
"GIIIIIINNNNNYYYY" SMACK
Welcome to the planet
"Urrrgghh..." Ginny groaned rolling over in her sleep. She wasn't getting up. She wasn't...
Urgh, but I really should...
Finally in making a decision she opened her eyes to find herself nose to nose with her brother,
"ACK!" she screeched staggering up...and then...- "George!"
"Mom said to get you up." he grinned devilishly, "So...up is where I got you!"
"What?" she asked wearily
"Get up! Up!" he bellowed smacking her with the pillow again
"I am up you g-okay that does it." Ginny scooped up her own pillow and with all the force she could muster smacked George clean across the face. He was thrown against the wall and Ginny took a step backwards, satisfied. George blinked looking dazed then he peered up at his sister and nodded with approval.
"Nice...very nice. I would take my hat off to you if I were wearing one...but...I'm not. So come down and get breakfast before mum skins us both alive."
Ginny obeyed, stumbling out of the room and after George down three sets of staircases until she reached the kitchen. It was quite full, currently occupied by not only eight of the Weasleys, but Harry too.
"Oh." Ginny yawned "Hello Harry...when did you get here?"
"Yesterday night, dear. You were already asleep. We would have woken you up...but you seemed so peaceful. What is it that gets you so tired when you're on holidays?" Mrs Weasley inquired now stroked Ginny's hair.
"Nothing mum." she answered irritably. "Homework...honor's qualifying things. Quidditch practice...and I suppose it's good now that Harry's here because the three of us can practice." She smiled at Harry who nodded.
"I haven't been on my Firebolt in ages. I'm up to going out as soon as you two are."
"How about after breakfast?" Ron grunted with a mouthful of eggs.
Ginny was about to nod when suddenly she felt a painful force erupt into her mind. It wiped it clean of anything she had just been thinking...She felt white heat surge through her eyes. She whimpered quietly and squinted a little...
Why is Harry here anyways? Why is he always here? You know sometimes I think it'd be fantastic if Harry were just to-
"Ginny!" Ron said loudly snapping his fingers in her face. She jerked out of the trance, feeling the heat slowly fade away from her. She slowly opened her eyes all the way and looked back at Ron
"Erm...just toast. Went down...the wrong...pipe...thingy..." she said absentmindedly staring at Harry. "You know..." yawned Ginny falsely "I'm sort of...tired. I think I'll go back to bed."
She made to stand up and hurry back up the staircase but predictably her mother grabbed her arm
"No, no Ginny dear, you've had your sleep. You have things to do today. We can't be lazy. I want you to try and finish your homework today-"
"Mum. I have a million pages to do, I'm not even halfway-"
"All the more reason for you to get going!" she snapped "Then I need you to feed the chickens. Cut the grass, clean you room and set up a place for Hermione in there as well, I expect she'll be turning up sometime tomorrow if not today..." she breathed. Ron looked up at the two of them, still bent low over his plate, his fork halfway to his mouth.
"Why does Ginny have more homework than I do?" he asked confusedly
"Because, Ginny is in special classes this year." she answered stroking her daughter's hair lovingly
"Mum don't." Ginny said. She shoved her mother's hand away irritably as Ron snorted with laughter
"Special eh?" he guffawed "Does that mean you're an idiotic git or something?"
"No, it means I'm smarter than you, you ugly prat." Ginny snapped standing up.
"Enough!" Her mother screamed grabbing Ginny's hand as it raised into the air. Reluctantly she took her seat, Ron still chuckling quietly to himself and shoveling down bacon.
"Mum, seriously. I'm just going to go take a-"
"DUCK!" came Harry's voice out of no where. Automatically Ginny obeyed, just in time to avoid being hit by not one but five post owls.
"Pig!" Ron sighed exasperated. He stood up to collect his owl, but instead collided with a different one that had plowed forward at the sight of him. "Arrrrgh!" he choked trying to grab hold of the letter. When finally he managed, the owl gave a satisfied hoot as Ron glared at it, and finally flew out the open window. "Hogwarts letter." Ron grunted
"Yeah here's mine..." Ginny added ripping open the letter a tawny owl dropped by her feet, "This one's for you Harry...and I guess Dumbledore must know Hermione's coming, we got her's too..."
"What's Pig got?" Ron asked Ginny tore open Pig's letter obediently and scanned the first few sentences.
"It's for me." she said simply
"Oh?" Ron asked sharply "What's my owl doing bringing you letters?"
"It's a conspiracy of course." she replied sarcastically
"Well you sent it?"
"Laura." she shrugged letting her eyes fly across it briefly. "And now...I'm going upstairs...to...clean my room." she said eyeing her mother who gave a single nod. Ginny stalked down the hallway, mad at nothing, wishing more than anything that summer would end.
She grumbled her way up to her room. After shutting the door behind her, she collapsed onto her bed breathing in the comforting warmth until she realized, that her mother was right. She had a lot to do today. Sleeping should be near the end of her agenda. Ginny sat up cross-legged on her bed and hacked into the letter Pig had brought her
Hey Gin!
Shakalakalakaaaaa...sorry. I'm in France right now and they have THE BEST ICE CREAM. I'm not kidding Ginny it's so fantastic I've had like...a LOT...it's so good good good good goooood I love it! Good!
Ginny stared at the letter trying to laugh
Anwaaaaays, I got my letter...not a prefect of course. Pffffft. Whatever. Hey, meet me in the Leaky Cauldron on the 28th. I need new everything. Mum almost slit my throat for growing so much. And all these French sluts are hitting on J.J. It's funny actually. Oh well. Mail me back about the 28th okay?
Love from Laura
P.S: YOU NEED TO TRY THIS ICE CREAM GIN.
Ginny stared at the letter, for several seconds, imagining what fun Laura must be having, until a word jumped out at her; prefect. Without thinking she dove for her Hogwarts envelope, stuck a tiny hand inside and fished around until- She gave a groan of detest and flipped over the envelope. A bright red badge with the letter P positioned directly in the center shone up at her.
"Great..." she muttered, leafing through her Hogwarts letter for the section on prefects, "Just...great..." She found the page and smoothed it out on the bed. Heaving a sigh, she bent low to read it.
Congratulations New Prefect!
Congratulations! You have been selected to start your fifth year as a Hogwarts prefect! Traditionally, two fifth years from each house are chosen as prefects each year. It is a great honor to be chosen as a Hogwarts prefect. Know that prefects have several duties, responsibilities, and if they are not abused- privileges. A detailed list of these duties, and a manual of instructions will be distributed to you once aboard the Hogwarts Express on September the 1st. Once on board please make your way to the Prefect's Compartment where your Head Boy and Girl will be waiting for you. They will give you further instructions. Good Luck New Prefect!
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Like she had with the other, Ginny stared at this piece of paper for a long time, turning its contents over in her head. A mixture of emotions swept over her, and she was left confused. Finally she slammed the letter down and ripped the covers off her bed. Just as she was about to grab her pillow she felt something touch her foot and looked down to spot a third piece of paper, that seemed to have fallen out of her Hogwart's envelope.
New This Year!
This year Hogwarts introduces a new award. Prefects, the only eligible candidates will be observed throughout the year. At the end of term, the prefect who has seemed to demonstrate the most honorable qualities will be presented will the Hogwart's Award of Honorable Prefect Achievement. Good Luck Prefects!
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
After finishing what she hoped was the last letter Ginny set it down softly on her night stand. Right before she was about to finish making her bed she felt a jolt and turned around, automatically to face her letter. She picked it up, cradling it in her hands, and then making a decision, folded it five times before yanking open her sock drawer and burying it.
She spent the morning completing everything her mother had asked of her. When she had finished making her bed, and cleaning her room she set out a sleeping bag for Hermione before cutting the grass and feeding the chickens. When she was finished all of her housework, she wrote three potions essays, mastered the Engorgment Charm, caused her mother to scream bloody murder and run around the house in her bath robe when she turned the bathtub into an elephant and back, and translated several pages of Ancient Runes
"Ginny" came and irritable voice from behind her
"Mmmm?" she replied flipping through her text book
"Harry and I have been waiting all daaaay" Ron moaned like a two year old. She turned to face him, and Harry who was standing some five feet behind Ron squinting strangely. Ron was wearing a pleading look on his face, his bushy eyebrows turned outwards as he pouted "Please, Gin won't you just come play for twenty minutes?" he begged.
Flames exploded inside Ginny's mind and she heard a voice inside her speak.
Shut up Ron, ugly git, filthy prat, associating with halfbloods, mudbloods, waste of my-
"She can spare twenty minutes I suppose. The Quidditch team does need you three!" Mrs Weasley almost barked "Right Ginny dear?"
"What?...Oh...yeah...yeah..." Ginny said shakily absentmindedly running a hand over her forehead. Both boys were staring at her, though quite differently. Ron was blinking confusedly and tilting his head in wonderment..whilst Harry was staring at her so directly and unblinkingly it almost hurt. His mouth opened a little as though in discovery of something before Mrs. Weasley once again loudly brought them all back to reality
"Go on then!" she shouted from across the kitchen "I left your brooms out by the shed, and mind you don't fly too low or you'll be spotted!"
"Mum-" Ron groaned
"That means you Ronald Weasley" she snapped "Now, scoot." Ginny didn't need telling twice. Quickly, she bustled outside and found her broom leaning dully against the shed. She mounted it before either of the boys had even arrived and circled around the treetops. It was like breathing for the first time. ..
"Ginny!" Ron called several minutes later. She caught the quaffle in her arms and pulled into a dive where she dodged Harry and swerved from Ron scoring yet another goal into a tree, they had managed to warp into a sort of net using their wands.
"Yesssss!" she hissed sticking her hands in the air victoriously. She grinned as she passed her brother and circled higher before dropping the quaffle into Harry's outstretched arms. But just then, faster than blinking, she was gone. She did not exist. She was not there. She was not anywhere... Well she was somewhere. She did in fact feel her feet on the ground. She could see long fingers in front of her face. She could move them...they were her's...
"Is it working?" Ginny whispered softly
"My Lord...there-there is no way to know for certain at this point in time." whimpered a terrified voice.
Ginny wanted to know where the voice was coming from...she could feel rather then hear it. And it was somewhere close. But all was dark
"Well find a way." she heard herself hiss "Cru-"
"GINNY!"