Begging For a Second Chance

Hey everyone! This is my first Harry Potter fan fiction so please have pity on me! I am open to all kinds of reviews. Let's face it, no one on this website is perfect and we can use all the help we can get. I am not going to touch the demise of Voldermort, because let's face it, J. K. Rowling is the only one who can truly portray that story. Instead I am going to write about two girls who feel lost because the people they love are making the decisions for them. So we are going to pretend the end of the sixth book didn't exactly happen. Please don't hit me and enjoy!

HecateMagik

Disclaimor: I only play in the imaginary world created by J. K. Rowling. Don't sue me please…

Chapter 1

It's a little bit funny…

Fall 1977

Isn't it a little bit funny when everyone always thinks they know what the right thing to do is when it comes to other people? Lily Evans thought it was sad. How come other people decided they could act in her best interest?

She crumbled the note she had just received by the school's owl.

..Petunia has invited Vernon's family over for Christmas dinner to finalize some of the wedding plans. I know it is horrible to ask you LilLil, but you know how temperamental your sister is. Only the best will do for her. We are extremely proud of your success, but as you know, we can't explain you schooling to the Dursleys. We will see you at the end of your second term. Continue your good work.

Love,

Mum

Lily felt her blood boil. Why did her sister always feel the need to isolate her? Ever since Lily's first year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Petunia felt the need to make Lily feel extremely unwelcome. Little things like making sure not to invite Lily along with her when she went out with her friends made Lily feel unwelcome. Petunia would only invite her friends and boy friends over when Lily was away at school. During the winter and summer months, Petunia would avoid their house like a plague, making sure no one knew of her extra special sister. The worst had been after her sixth year; Lily had carried her trunk up the narrow staircase of her home only to find her door to be locked. She jiggled the handle couldn't get the old door to turn. She found her mother cooking over the rickety old stove.

"Why is my door locked?"

Her mother bent her head lower over the pot. Lily thought she heard her mumble something.

"What?"

Her mother turned around and looked at Lily with the same green eyes she had. "Petunia did it," she said simply.

Lily coughed. "Can I ask why she felt the need to lock my door?"

"Well, she had some of the girls overnight and she didn't want them accidentally stumbling across your room." Her mother turned back to the pot.

"I take all my school things with me during the term. There would be nothing in there to embarrass her."

Her mother just hummed softly as if ignoring her.

"What is it?"

"Well," her mother turned around and paused, "they don't know she had a sister. She just told him it was a closet that Pa keeps all his spare tools."

Lily just stared at her mother.

"Oh LilLil, it's just too hard sometimes. Petunia wants to be a normal girl honey. It is too difficult to explain where you go for the year. She doesn't want people to know she is related to a…"

"A witch? What is the shame of that? I don't go around stealing the villagers' children and cook them in my cauldron for the love of Jove!"

Lily's mum crossed the small space and put a hand on her shoulder. "But you do indeed have a cauldron."

That had been the final step in the process Petunia had started. No longer where there pictures of Lily sitting on the mantle place seen anywhere in the small two floor house. All the artifacts a person left behind were gone in the Evans' household. It was like Lily never existed.

Now Lily was back at school for her last year. She dropped the crinkled piece of paper underneath the table in the Great Hall of Hogwarts castle. She wasn't the only one who could pretend someone didn't exist.

Fall 1998

Isn't it a little bit funny when everyone always thinks they know what the right thing to do is when it comes to other people? Ginny Weasley had been trying to ignore it for months. When ever she thought of him, she would squeeze extra hard on the skin of her arm. The physical pain made her forget about the emotional. Alright she was kidding herself, but that's what she did. It was better than dwelling on the Boy Who Lived. Boy Who Lived! More like the Boy Who Decided Thinks He Can Tell Her How She Should Really Feel.

Who would have thought when they had exchanged their kiss the winter before everything would go so horribly wrong? Harry Potter was everything Ginny had been looking for in a man. He was kind and compassionate. He could think on his feet. He knew how to make her laugh. And the way he filled out his uniform didn't hurt either. And what girl could seriously resist his charm anyway? He was more than his tragic past, but unfortunately that is all he ever thought about anymore. He never thought about the future anymore, maybe he never did.

Ginny pinched herself for even dwelling on him. She instead went back to the Muggle book her father had sent her in his last owl. Dwelling on other peoples problems were a lot better than thinking about hers. Especially since there were always interesting looking couple plastered on the cover.

"What are your reading, Mudblood lover?"

Ginny's red head shot up. Draco Malfoy was peering over her shoulder, staring at her book. He was a seventh year along with the Boy Who Wasn't On Her Mind. He was unfortunately the vilest person currently attending Hogworts.

"Please keep your evil tongue to yourself, Malfoy."

Malfoy chuckled. His hair was pale under the lights of the Great Hall. "Well are we a little testy, Mz. Weasley. Is that the only thing your father could afford to give you this year? A Mudblood book. Very nice."

Ginny sent him a look. "Please go away, I am doing nothing to you."

Malfoy laughed. "Why are you even still down here? Dinner has been over with for ages. Did they kick you out of Gryffindor? Too many red heads running about for their taste?"

Ginny decided not to even dignify the twit with a response. She turned back to her paperback and read more about how Sebastian was trying to woo a love scorned Ginger back.

The one thing Draco Malfoy detested was being ignored. He swooped down over the girl and grabbed the book from her hands.

Ginny jumped up. "I am not in the mood! Give me my book back!"

Flipping through the pages, Malfoy began to laugh. "Ah, so this is what you do instead of trying to jump Potter. Good choice Weasley. This book is probably better that he could ever be."

Ginny had been told more than once that her skin turned red very easily. When she was embarrassed, when she was scared, and especially when she was mad, her normally pale cheeks turned as red as a tomato. It made teasing her way to easy for Malfoy.

"Hit a nerve huh? This is the best you are probably every going to get. Weasley's never go far."

Ginny could barely breathe she was so mad. Her fingers itched to grab her cherry wand from her robes. But she wouldn't satisfy Malfoy. She sat back down on the bench and placed her tiny hands on the table. She folded her hands together.

Malfoy said a few more taunts, but she refused to respond. In disgust he tossed her book underneath the table. To top it off he 'accidentally' knocked into Ginny on his way out. She banged her forehead against the side of the table and slumped to the ground.

Touching her head to make sure she wasn't bleeding, Ginny crawled under the table to get her book. Oh great, just her luck. The corner of the paperback somehow managed to get caught in-between the oak floorboards. She grabbed it hard out of frustration. Part of the cover ripped as she fell back and hit her head again.

Saying a few words her mother Molly would surely chastise her if she knew, Ginny retrieved the rest of her book. But something else caught her eye. It looked like there was a whole in the floor. She crawled back under the table to examine this newly discovered place. She pulled out her wand and murmured the incantation. Her wand's tip glowed. It looked like an old tree knot had broken off over the years. She reached down and pulled out a crinkled piece of paper.

Dear Lily,

I know you were so looking forward in coming home for winter break, but I have to be the bearer of bad news. You just can't this holiday. Petunia has invited Vernon's family over for Christmas dinner to finalize some of the wedding plans…

Ginny sat under the table in Hogworts castle reading an old owl. It appeared she wasn't the only one who felt all alone.