I wish I did own HP..because then I would be RICH:sigh: but I don't so don't rub it in
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Also A quick note: The story is going back into the past of before Ginny's ordeal for a while Thanks, TR
Charmed
By Terra Rose
Chapter 3
How strange this all may seem to you, dear reader. On one hand we have poor Ginny, so lost she might as well be considered missing. And Draco, on the other hand, is sprouting sonnets to a Weasley! What is that about! It is about time that we take a trip to the past and You'll be let in on the secret that Ginny is not yet privy to. But please be kind and don't tell her. It will ruin the storyline.
The past; a few months ago:
Dear Mr. And Mrs. Weasley,
We solemnly regret to inform you that your son, Charles Weasley was involved in the recent Deatheater attacks in Bucharest, Romania. He is currently staying at St Mason's in the critical care unit. We all wish that this news wasn't so unpleasant.
Best Wishes to all of you
Sincerely,
Cierra Dameon
Romanian Head Dragon Expert
"At first.. the letter came, and then we rushed to Romania expecting to find my brother very badly injured. But instead we arrived to find that Charlie had been... murdered in his hospital bed by another deatheater. I hate the lot of them! I hate them all! " Her words rang from her mouth and echoed throughout the minuscule room and she was left to sob silently into her hands, sitting on the edge of her seat ready to topple to the floor in agony and grief. The tears stung so badly: stung like hungry bees upon her soft milky face. The strangely large woman sitting opposite of the girl at a desk wrote onto a pad very quickly. She had brood shoulders, oddly shaped hands, and also a very crooked nose.
"Ah, Dear.. I think that about wraps it up. Thank you very much for your information. Expect the article to be published in the Prophet within the week." She said awkwardly before leaving the room.
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Letters came by the dozen from everyone wanting to wish the Weasleys the best. " We are so sorry" and "I understand what you are going through" What a joke. He was dead and they would never see his smiling face again. Never again would he come home to visit and share stories of his adventures with the family. The deatheaters stole they're beloved son and brother. And so the Weasleys grew weary of receiving mail. Then one day a few days before the new term began, a peculiar letter arrived for a Miss Ginny Weasley. Errol arrived as usual and dropped a small letter on Ginny's placemat.
"Oh Ginny's received some mail. Ron, run this up to her." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed busily from behind a large cookbook. Ron scooped the letter up and dashed up to his sister's room. Her door was bolted closed as it normally was, so Ron silently pushed the letter under her door and left without having to bother her.
"She is so different since…." he muttered walking away back to his own affairs.
She got up from her seat at the window seat and snatched the letter up. Another sympathy letter, she was sure.
Dearest Ginny,
I know that this is a hard time for you. And I am especially sorry for not writing you sooner. I didn't want to disturb you. I was just hoping that we could become friends like you had mentioned last term. And I want you to know that I am here for you.
With Love,
Harry Potter
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"Ginny, Darling, since when do you care what kind of robes we buy this year? I always just get what is on sale." Mrs. Weasley asked laying a few drab charcoal robes back down on a shelf. Mrs. Weasley herself wore a tattered maroon robe covered with patches. Her graying red hair was pinned into a messy bun, displaying her always dazzling brown eyes and high cheek bones. They stood inside a small boutique within Diagon Alley doing the new term shopping. The older Weasley sharply pushed her small spectacles back on to her face and looked at her daughter questioningly. Ginny snorted and turned away. Her mother could be so blind sometimes. Wasn't she once a teenager?
" I think that I am old enough to choose my own clothing, Mum." Ginny snapped bitterly before going to the other side of the store, and away from the bargain bin, where she could choose some more suitable robes for school. And did she do that very thing. She bought so many new outfits with the money Fred and George had given her, that she had to make a few trips through the floo powder to get them all home. It was all velvets, pastel colors, pearls and satin. Wouldn't everyone be surprised when she arrived to school with brand new robes. Now, Ginny had promised herself last year that it was over with Harry. They began to become very close friends and she felt that her attraction to him was nothing more than infatuation. Besides, he seemed enthralled with Cho Chang with her perfectly straight hair and onyx eyes. So she just told herself to get over him and date other people. But how easily can you erase such feelings? Ginny got her things packed into her trusty old hog warts trunk, tidied up her room a bit, and was ready for a brand new year.
Soon she was on the train sitting in a compartment all to herself, looking out at the English countryside. She could get lost in her thoughts while looking out at the vastness of the Britain landscape. Rippling fields, humble estates, and the greenery. How could the world be so beautiful and yet have so many problems? Ginny sat thinking of a certain green eyed boy who had smiled shyly when she had said hello to him earlier. She took the small letter from her jacket pocket and read it once again. It was so strange.
After a while, Ginny came out of her daze when she heard a soft tap at her compartment door.
"Come in." Her childlike voice sounded full of sadness. The door slid open and Ginny's friend Hermione sauntered in.
"Ginny?" Her soft caring voice called from the door of the compartment. Ginny looked up into the deep cinnamon brown eyes full of compassion of Hermione Granger. She stood in the door way wearing her black Hogwarts robes intact with a shiny prefect badge pinned proudly to her chest. She looked so much older than Ginny remembered. Her bushy brown hair was combed into a ponytail and clipped with the coral clips Ginny had given her for Christmas. She also had a silver locket dangling from her neck.
Ginny motioned for her to enter the cubicle and so she did so quickly.
"How… are you doing?" Her words with iced with sympathy as they echoed cautiously from her glossy mauve lips. This made Ginny feel very irritated but she kept it to herself.
Ginny nodded to indicate that she was "fine" and brushed a few scarlet curls out of her face. She was very pretty; Hermione noted to herself. The summer had revealed a much more grown up Ginny for Hermione barely recognized her.
" I am doing quite well. The summer holiday was wonderful but I am ready to resume school." Hermione answered softly sitting down delicately on the edge of the seat opposite of Ginny.
"Oh I see." Ginny went back to her gazing.
They sat for a few moments in an awkward silence. Then Hermione broke the silence surprisingly.
" Well I didn't mean to interrupt or anything of the sort. I am actually supposed to be in the Prefect compartment getting information." Hermione stopped to see if Ginny was listening.
"If you need to go somewhere, then please leave." Ginny whispered quiet as a mouse.
"Oh no. I don't have to be off for a few minutes. I just wanted to come chat with you." Hermione stated nonchalantly while rearranging her robes and dusting off her prefect pin.
Ginny didn't reply, but instead she continued to gaze out the window at the countryside. Hermione knew that she would have been offended if it was under normal circumstances that someone treated her like that.
" I have never been much of a gossip. Actually I rather discourage gossip. But I just wanted to come and let you in on a bit of.. gossip." Hermione arched her eyebrows and awaited Ginny's reply. Ginny sighed as if she didn't even realize that Hermione was there.
"I am sorry, Hermione. But I just not in the mood to chat today." Ginny's voice was thin and frail as thought it might crumble like a smashed bun and her soft chestnut eyes were glassed over. Hermione jumped to her feet and pulled a handkerchief with the initials HG sewed neatly on the tip, out of her cloak pocket to offer to Ginny.
"Oh, I am awfully sorry for being so forward. I know that you are going through a hard time." Ginny accepted the handkerchief and wiped a few stray tears from her porcelain cheek.
"It's ok, Hermione dear. You've done nothing. Now please tell me this gossip." Ginny displayed a false smile and motioned for Hermione let her story spill.
"Now, this is more than just any gossip. I heard it first hand. He told me so himself. Harry Potter really likes you. He has been owling me all summer about you."
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"I have had it with these dim-witted Slytherins who think they can get away with anything! When any student disobeys the school rules, they need to be punished." McGonagall's shrill voice sounded throughout Dumbledore's finely furnished office. She stood stoutly, hovering over a certain Slytherin who had been caught in the act of playing a particularly awful prank on the prefects of the Gryffindor house, with her bony hands on her hips. Dumbledore sat at his desk completely composed, listening to the commotion while eating lemon drops casually. The Slytherin sat in a deeply cushioned side chair with his neatly combed pale blonde locks and deep gray eyes fixed on the head master.
"Now, I think your description of my students is a little outlandish!" The nasally sticky voice of Snape came in defense very quickly. He stood on the other side of his pupil like a guardian, his slimy black hair falling into his face.
"Spare me, Severus. I could muster a lot worse of a description, I am sure of that." She slapped her spectacles back onto her face, as they were sliding ever so quickly down the crook of her nose. The bickering began to get even worse as a back and forth insult of houses began.
The evening was growing late, and all the first years had already been guided up to their dorms and tucked into brand new four posted beds. But it would be even later before the occupants of that particular office would be off to their own slumber. They all we growing weary of the arguing.
"Ok. I have heard enough nonsense for tonight. And I am sure that all of you are ready to retire to your quarters." Dumbledore's wise voice sounded suddenly. He got up slowly, setting the tin of sweets he had been munching on down in their place on his desk. He clapped his old calloused hands together cheerfully.
"Now. I think we can solve this dilemma very easily. I need the assistance of an older student to guide and tutor a younger student. I am sure that you, Draco, will not mind at all taking the task as a punishment." Dumbledore looked into Draco's eyes mischievously. The old coot had a very convincing gaze with his crystal blue eyes twinkling behind crescent moon spectacles.
"Of….of course not professor." Draco murmured slowly, not even believing that he had actually just agreed to take care of a snotty under classman.
"Great. Off to bed." Dumbledore shouted pulling a nightcap from out of nowhere.
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She felt old. Ancient like a forgotten piece of furniture left to rot in the depths of a musty attic. The morning came very slowly for the youngest Weasley child. It seemed like centuries before she felt the warmth of the sun upon her skin. She sat up carefully, pulling the warm velvet covers off to expose her wooly socks; socks that Charlie had sent her from a Bulgarian excavation of Westchimes Dragon fossils.
Her deep brown chestnut eyes, eyes that she had always been complimented on, had lost their sparkle and were clouded over with anguish. She sat there for a while, wondering why she had come to school. "Harry's letter." She thought to herself. Breakfast was not for another hour. Ginny pulled a capacious fluffy towel from the linen closet before heading for the prefect bathing room with her journal and a large mug of chai tea in tow. Hermione had given her the password last night , hoping Ginny would use it to unwind. After bathing, Ginny dressed in a new satin robe and sat with her feet in the warmth of the water. She pulled out her suede journal, a gift from Bill, to write for a little while. She composed her thoughts, beginning with what had happened that summer. She started touching on Charlie's death and her tears began to course. She continued writing and sobbing.. that is until the door of the bathing room opened abruptly. She hid her journal quickly behind her. There in the door way stood a boy, with the deepest piercing cerulean blue eyes Ginny had ever seen. And tresses of hair so golden yellow, it reminded her of fresh creamy butter. He was tall, with broad shoulders yet he wasn't brawny like Harry and Ron had become. He had soft white skin with freckles dusted across his nose and high Grecian cheek bones. Draco Malfoy. He was smiling about something to himself until he saw Ginny. Ginny wiped a few stray tears from her face, gathering her belongings to quickly depart.
"Who are you?" How strange it was to hear his voice sound normal, and not cruel. She smiled to herself, realizing that he didn't know it was her, Ginny WEASLEY. She wished that she could think up some fantastic story to tell him, explaining some extraordinary reason why she was there.
"You know who I am, Malfoy." She replied whispering softly before getting up and leaving.
After Ginny left , Draco prepared a bath and got a few things out of his bag to read. He noticed a towel lying on the marble floor and so he snatched it up quickly. A pretty pink suede book fell out of the towel and hit the ground hard. Draco scooped it up, and began to flip through the pages.
August 31st
Dear Anybody,
Summer was wonderful and luxurious. I spent an awful lot of time reading, spending most of my allowance on secondhand books. I would have bought brand new books, but in reading a book that used to belong to another I often imagine who they were and what their exciting lives held while reading the novel. It makes my life seem more important, somehow. The new term has begun and classes resume tomorrow. I am not that enthusiastic about lessons to begin. But then again, that will keep me busy and my mind off of him…I wonder why I have to keep thinking about him. He is gone. There is nothing more to think about.
People have problems everyday. There are deaths every instant that I sit here writing. People are crying and suffering…as I sit here. I feel as though thousands of people have died, yet only my broken heart is dead.
Charlie is gone forever. But what is next? What other relative are we going to have to bury? How many more students are going to be killed because of You know who?
And one more thing…why is he dead and not me?
Sincerely,
No one important
Draco was moved by the sorrow and passion in the journal entry. He was curious as to who this journal belonged. Charlie…who had died recently named Charlie?
Draco couldn't remember anyone by the name of Charlie being deceased, and so he put the journal into his bag and continued with his bath.
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The owls came flocking into the great hall right on schedule, that cool misty morning at breakfast. Parcels of every shape, size, and color fell to their respected recipient's hands. Ginny began to butter a muffin when a small maroon letter descended into her lap, startling her. She set her knife down and took the letter into her hand, staring at it for quite some time. Then she carefully and precisely opened the small message, breaking the wax seal in the shape of a phoenix.
Ms. Weasley,
I have found you an older mentor that can offer you guidance and help you in your time of need. I would like it very much if you would meet with him every day after lessons in a place that you would feel comfortable. It is my opinion that this will be beneficial, not only to you but to him as well. He has been instructed to meet with you in the side corridor by the angel statues directly after breakfast to discuss a meeting place.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Ginny reread the letter several times, wondering if perhaps it was a hoax. A mentor? What was he thinking? She pushed her muffin away, having lost her appetite at the thought of having to discuss anything with a complete stranger. It was probably some touchy feely Ravenclaw guy, too in tune with his own feelings. Or maybe, a know-it-all Hufflepuff that would be far too opinionated. Or a Gryffindor that she would have to see everyday in the common room. No matter what, it would be a very uncomfortable situation. She sighed deeply, after almost everyone had finished with their porridge and muffins. She would have to eventually get up and face the mentor. But she just wasn't sure if she really wanted to face him today.
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Breakfast was completely awful, beside the second rate house elf cooking, but Draco had received some instructions to meet with the pillock underclassman. The nerve of that headmaster. He stood in the side corridor by the beautifully carved stone angel statues, leaning casually against the wall immersed in a small pink suede book. He noticed a young girl standing near by, with deep crimson hair and deep brown eyes glassy as though she had been crying recently. She seemed confused, as though she was searching for something. He realized that she was the same mysterious girl that had been in the prefect bathroom.
" Are you lost, Red?" He asked in a teasing way, putting the book he had been reading away. She looked up at him with her same intense eyes. She looked right through him, her gaze so deep and empty.
" Malfoy…Since when do you speak to me?" She questioned, her voice sounding as weak as a newborn colt. Draco looked at her carefully, trying hard to recognize her sweet freckled face. But he could not recall a girl that looked as she did, although she appeared somewhat familiar. He had never been good with remembering people by their faces. Then he put the pieces together.
"Little Weasley? Is that you?" He inquired with a sneer on his face. How could he have been so dense? She did look very dissimilar, though. He couldn't remember a time when he had seen Ginny not smiling. Her cheerfulness was quite annoying.
"Mafoy, I really don't have time for you. I am supposed to be meeting with someone here." She turned away from him disgustedly. But he advanced forward.
"The littlest weasel has finally grow up, huh?" He drawled, circling her like she was a piece of rotting corpse and he was a hungry vulture. He chuckled to himself, examining her.
"So, You are meeting someone. It just so happens that I am meeting someone as well. So I suggest that you find someplace else to rendezvous with one of your little Gryffindor prats." He smirked at her as though he owned the entire world. There was something that bothered Ginny; his eyes. They were dark gray orbs when earlier in the prefect loo, they were bright cerulean blue.
"Malfoy, I have explicit instructions from the headmaster to be at this spot. I am sorry if my presence is that offensive to you." Ginny was annoyed with the Slytherin ego. They acted as though the world was theirs to dictate. Draco scoffed at her before realizing that he had just met his new pupil. They both had received instruction from the headmaster to meet in that very spot. She was the underclassman that he would be mentoring. He would have to meet with a snotty nosed Gryffindor EVERYDAY. Not just any snotty nosed Gryffindor; a WEASLEY!
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