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Ginny was shocked. She was in Atlantis. She had gone back in time. But how? And who exactly did people think she was here?

"Uh... Aphrodite? Who am I exactly? I seem to have lost -" she caught herself, "Ehh, forgotten a few things."

Aphrodite smiled that marvelous smile of hers. She placed the damp towel she had used for Ginny on a rope near the window. "I believe you are Madame Weasley's daughter, Lady Ginevra."

Ginny gave an amused look. Lady Ginevra? It was so silly, yet so amusing. "Oh yes, I seem to remember now." Then she slowly pushed the covers off her and realized she was wearing a toga type dress. It looked similar to Aphrodite's, only smaller and less silky looking. On the side of the bed, small, brown sandals were waiting for her.

"Where do I go now?" Ginny asked, looking at herself slightly in a mirror.

Aphrodite walked over to her, looking shocked. "Why, you can not leave the house of healing without thanking Apollo."

And just as if that was his calling, he came walking in from the entrance of the house. He was a handsome young man, and was wearing a white toga that matched his golden brown locks.

Ginny instantly felt she needed to thank this good looking man. "Oh, thank you, Apollo. Your treatment was much appreciated."

He smiled, baring sparkling white teeth. "Anytime, Lady Ginevra. You may go and join the happiness everyone is enjoying outside."

Ginny then realized that this city was all about happiness. To be honest, it was kind of freaking her out. No city could be this happy, no matter how lost it became in the future. But, Ginny just nodded and eagerly made her way outside. Outside she saw children playing, people celebrating, and people selling goods in the marketplace. She just stood there in awe at the beauty of the city. It was bright with sunlight. The towers stood tall, the buildings had wonderful designs. Ginny just felt happy looking at it.

Finally, she was snapped out of her daze by someone waving a hand across her face.

"Ginevra? Are you there? Word was going around about your fall, very rare indeed." The voice sounded so extremely familiar, but Ginny just couldn't put her finger on it. She turned to look at the girl a year older than her, with straight and short black hair, and a white toga on. She was actually beautiful.

"Uh, Pansy?" Ginny said in awe.

"Don't be silly Ginevra. You don't have to pretend that fall made you forget my name." Pansy replied.

"Oh, of course." Ginny said slowly.

Suddenly Pansy's face brightened. "Ohhh, the boys are fencing at the Column... we must go see! Sir Harry is there!"

"Who?" Ginny asked in wonder, but Pansy grabbed her wrist and led her to the place she referred to as the Column. It was just a small stadium, with columns surrounding the area. It was pretty much a large gazebo.

"Isn't he adorable?" Pansy said dreamily.

Ginny just stared at her if she was crazy. However, she looked over to Harry and he had just defeated someone at fencing. He took off the shield on his face and smiled brightly, head high. His jet black hair gleamed in the sun as he turned his head welcoming applause. Ginny knew that Harry was not that type of person, no matter how handsome and muscular he looked at the moment. It just wasn't right. And why was Pansy being nice to her? Were they friends or something?

The boy who was down was just as tall as Harry, only not as muscular; he looked a bit scrawny under the small shields. He took off his face shield slowly. It was Draco Malfoy. The teenage crowd gave a "boo" and threw random sticks at him. Ginny didn't understand what was going on.

"And..." a voice said loudly. Ginny knew it all too well. "I, Dean Thomas, have been proud to be your host this morning. Sir Harry Potter is once again undefeated and long time competitor Sir Draco Malfoy still hasn't won."

Harry walked down a little aisle still smiling with his head high. He seemed just a little bit conceited, Ginny thought. She left Pansy to go find Harry and talk to him about his behavior. There was a large crowd but she found her way through. When she reached the sort of front, Harry had hugged and kissed a girl who was just as conceited looking as him. Her hair was golden brown and curly, she was a petite girl wearing a silk toga and a circle of flowers around her hair. Ginny recognized her – it was Hermione.

"Hermione!" she shrieked, unable to bare what was going on anymore. The crowd of teenagers looked at her, surprised. It was obvious that Ginny had just made a mistake.

"Well, young lady, I prefer Lady Hermione, if that isn't too hard," Hermione replied, Harry at her side. He waved his hand, making the crowd leave in a snap.

"Who are you?" he asked at first. "Oh wait... you're from that red-headed family. The none-nobles. Is it Ginevra?"

Ginny thought that for a happy city some people were pretty rude. "I don't appreciate that!" Ginny replied, her temper getting the better of her. But she calmed down. "Why are you two acting like this?"

"We've been like this since we can remember." Hermione replied, looking at Ginny as if she was an alien. "Maybe you should go back to the house of healing... are you the one who took the fall? That might be it. Nobody just comes up to us and talks to us you know. We were chosen by King Zeus and Queen Hera to take over the throne, as it is custom to choose nobles to take over the throne. It is an honor..." she sighed happily, twirling a curl of hair in her finger.

"Ok..." Ginny replied, unsatisfied with that answer. There had to be a more legitimate reason. "But, what did you mean by my family not being noble?"

Before they could answer, Pansy came and butted in.

"Oh, Sir Harry, Lady Hermione," she bowed. "I am sorry for my friend's behavior; she took a fall this morning. We'll just be leaving now." She grabbed Ginny's wrist again and quickly rushed out of the Column.

"What were you thinking? Talking to them like that!" Pansy exclaimed.

"What? I can't talk to my friends like that anymore." Ginny forgot where she was.

"Friends? They are a class above us! They are noble, as our families are... well none noble."

"Could you please tell me about this noble thing?" Ginny asked, irritated.

"Well, I am assuming you've forgotten all this because of your fall, so I will explain," Pansy said. "The nobles are the richer class, and the none nobles are just the others. Everyone is happy and everyone works. It is just that some people are wealthier than others. Queen Hera tried to put a stop to the classing, but it's always just been a thing of the youth to say to insult." As she was explaining, they were walking to some destination Ginny was unaware of. They bumped into someone who was sitting on the steps reading a book. It was Draco Malfoy wearing glasses. Ginny had to admit that no matter how much of a twit he was in her time, she always thought he had good looks. But now, in this time, he wasn't that great looking. He actually looked intelligent and shy. He didn't look like that bad boy Ginny knew him to be.

"I'm sorry, ladies, for being in your way," he said politely, moving a step up.

Ginny couldn't believe it. "Oh, no, we're sorry for interrupting you," she blurted out.

Pansy and Ginny walked on.

"He is so polite," Ginny mused.

"Yes, but not as good looking as Sir Harry." Pansy said.

"What class is he in?"

Pansy looked at her again as if she was weird. "None nobles, like us. Our families are familiar with each other and often trade goods in the market."

"The Malfoys and Weasleys! Friends?" Ginny asked, appalled.

"Something amazing would be the Potters and the Weasleys. Get it together, Ginevra!" Pansy replied.

Ginny was tired of hearing Ginevra. It was too long and she always wondered why her mother named her that. "Can you just call me Ginny for short?"

"That's an odd request, but of course I will," Pansy answered.

Ginny wasn't even worrying about going back at the moment. This was the beginning of something interesting.