Undivided
Prologue: Do Not Come Back
Author's jibberish: This is the sequel to my first D/G chapter story "As Thou Being Mine". If you didn't read that, well, it's alright, but you might miss some of the references in this story. It's not a big deal. It's like watching the movie 2 Fast 2 Furious without watching the first movie The Fast and the Furious (this is my prime example because I watched that just last week…) Basically what I'm trying to say is that it's easy to catch up on…
As for those that did read "As Thou…" welcome back! I'm hoping that you've been waiting for this story (of course, my shameless plug at the last chapter wasn't quite clear…but whatever) and I hope you enjoy this story as well. My sister and beta, Xiaoyu Ling, really seems to like it so far. Anyway, Girlquinn will now shut up…
One more thing! The storyline for this is SS/PS to GoF because the idea of it was written a couple of months before OotP came out… ^^
There was an anonymous tip received by the Ministry's Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department. Arthur Weasley, with his colleagues, Daniel Crowe and Nathaniel Todd, stumbled on something far greater than they expected.
"There were three Death-Eaters,' Todd recalls. "They were at Towne's house, doing who knows. It was awful!" (Towne referring to Ethan Towne, an employee of the Department of the Magical Catastrophes)
According to Todd's testimony, Weasley had sent Crowe to notify the Magical Law Enforcement Department. Then, Todd and Weasley stormed in, coming to the aid of Towne.
"They were performing the Imperious Curse on poor Towne! We had to do something!" Todd explained. "Arthur was very brave! I was scared to death, nearly fainted. I'm man enough to admit it. Luckily, it didn't take long; the aurors got there quick."
Within five-minute time, a squadron of aurors arrived and brought the Death-Eaters into custody.
Those three men, Bradrick Harris, 39, Avon Seville, 42, and Gregory Par, 35, will have their hearing schedule for Monday, August 1st…"
"Three of my men…" he snarled, his long fingers squeezing the rolled up newspaper of the Daily Prophet. The snake which sat at his feet hissed. In a fury, he threw the periodical into the fire and it erupted into angry smoke. "Wormtail!" he called for his servant.
A plump man in ragged robes approached the figure near the fireplace. He fell to his knees and began kissing the cloak of his master. "Yes, Master?"
"Summon my men."
"Yes, Master." Quickly, Wormtail bowed and left.
The snake hissed again. "Don't worry, Nagini. They will pay as well. Crowe, Todd, Towne…and Weasley."
Ginny couldn't help but smile. She must have read the article over and over again. Her father was part of the capture of Death-Eaters. He and his colleagues even received a reward for their service. She sat by herself, in her room, putting the article in a frame. Ginny Weasley was very proud of her father.
Just then, a small little puff came swooping into the room. She immediately recognized Pigwidgeon, Ron's little owl. It had a rolled up piece of parchment in its claw and gave it to her. Ginny lovingly stroked it and let it settle on her headboard. She untied the ribbon around her letter.
HELP!
Dear Ginny,
Maybe I should repeat myself: HELP! Harry and I are dying here at Auror Camp. Just today we had to go through an obstacle course and I almost got my head burnt off! The bunkers we're sleeping in are so cramped and our schedule is so strict. We get up at 6 in the morning, morning run until 9, when we eat. WE have class (I didn't think we'd still have to learn stuff!) until 1 in the afternoon, then lunch, physical training (spell practices, courses, simulations), dinner at 8 and lights out at 9 pm. If it wasn't for Harry, I'd be long gone. He's been pretty good about this. He still gets kind of shaky when we're near dementors…then again, who wouldn't? We see them almost everyday.
I bet what we're doing is loads more fun than Hermione. Being an assistant at the Ministry under Percy must be a pain…
Anyway, give our love to everyone. I'll write as soon as I can.
Love, Ron
PS: Ask George and Fred to send some Pucker-Puff Lip Lollies. There's this prat from Durmstrang who won't shut up. Harry and I think fat lips will do the trick…
Ginny smiled. She hoped her brother and Harry could survive Auror camp. She had heard before it was very vigorous training for 10 weeks. Harry and Ron left two weeks ago.
Just then, an eagle owl swooped into her room, dropped an envelope and flew away. She didn't recognize the owl and she knew her Hogwarts letter wasn't due for another month.
Curious, she opened the envelope and pulled out the single card inside. Her eyes widened.
Do not come back to Hogwarts.
…~*to be continued*~…