I stood there. Frozen from shock. Unable to form a single coherent thought.

Molly Weasley in all her glory, was standing there.

"Ah Albus! Always a pleasure to see you! And...who might this young lady be?" She said turning towards me.

Somebody could have slapped me in the face and I wouldn't have felt a thing. My OWN mother, who I thought of as dead was standing there. And not only that! She didn't even recognize me.

Dumbledore chose that moment to speak.

"Come on now Molly...take a good look at her" Molly frowned, but did as asked. She stepped closer and put both of her hands on my cheeks and looked into my eyes.

"Those eyes.." She said. She pulled back. "Albus...I don't know what you are trying to pull, but why on earth did you get a look-a-like Ginny?"

The way she said it. It was so...lacking with emotion. As though her only daughter (well...what she believed anyways) had not died three months ago. Dumbledore looked at me sympathetically and then turned back to Molly. She was still looking at Dumbledore with her eyebrow raised in question.

I looked at her. She looked normal, no flicker of pain that my (supposed) death had cost, no blinking away tears...no nothing.

"Dear Molly, this IS Ginny...she did not die that night three months ago" Molly blinked.

"Nonsense Albus...Ginny Watson was that girl who lived in the Orphanage in village close to our home...she and Ron used to play together before my son went to Hogwarts. I remember...she was that girl that died when Voldemort attacked the Ottery st. Catchpole Orphanage three months ago?" Molly said, sunken in thought.

Again I said nothing. I could only think one thing...

What the HELL!

"Thank you Molly, that would be all" Dumbledore answered.

"You're a wise man Albus, but a little weird at times" She replied with a grin and a wave goodbye.

As Dumbledore and I walked back to his office, tears spilled over my cheeks.

She doesn't remember me!

When we returned to the office, I couldn't hold my questions and started firing them at Dumbledore.

"What was that! Why doesn't she know who I am? Is it denial? Memory block? What is it?" I said through sobs.

Dumbledore put his hand on my shoulder in comfort.

"Listen very carefully Ginny, because I will say this only once" I nodded in acknowledgement and was silent, but tears were still flowing.

He continued. "That night, three months ago, we were expecting those Death Eaters"

I gasped and my eyes grew wide. "WHAT?"

"A spy that lies within the inner circle of Voldemort told us that he was going to attack that night. We wanted to trap him and so we gave everyone that was supposed to be at the Burrow Aztec protection amulets. Those are very rare and powerful. When in immediate danger, it transports the bearer of the amulet to a safe place, which was in that case was Number 12, Grimmauld Place"

"But why wasn't I transported to Grimmauld Place? I don't even remember anyone giving me an Aztec Amulet" I replied.

"That is indeed very...peculiar..."

"Peculiar indeed" I said VERY annoyed.

"I can only tell you what I know, Miss Weasley...that night...we had a team of aurors ready to charge, but they could not enter the Burrow, for Voldemort had unexpectedly put wards around it as soon as he arrived. As far as I know, we gave Molly and Arthur Weasley also an amulet for you. Anyways, the amulet only transports you when a spell is going towards the bearer which will cause death. When tortured, it does not kill you so it doesn't transport you...do you get it Miss Weasley?"

I nodded, feeling miserable and STILL very much confused.

"The Avada Kedavra curse was send towards all of you simultaneously and so everyone was transported to Grimmauld Place...except for-"

"Me" I finished.

"Yes...I was at Grimmauld place, when they were transported. Molly immediately began attending the wounds that everyone had. We asked her where you were, but she said: 'where Ginny is? Who's Ginny'...to this day I still don't know why, but everyone of your family doesn't know you as Ginevra Jamie Weasley, youngest daughter, but as Virginia Morgaine Watson...an orphan from the village"

My tears had dried up.

"But why would they think that?" I asked.

"I have no idea, but all of them have no recollection of Ginny Weasley"

My hands were shaking; I stood up.

"Dumbledore...I n-need to go home"

"Of course...it's a bit much for one day I suppose...rest dear, I will contact you some other time"

I flooed back and saw Grace and Lizz sitting on my couch. Lizz was playing a bit with Mister Wiggles and Grace was holding Miss Lady. They took one look at me as I entered.

"What's wrong!" They both asked me.

I shook my head, indicating that I didn't want to talk about it right now.

"Rest..." I said and slowly I walked to my room. I locked the door behind me. Grace would watch Lizz for me, but I wanted to be alone right now. Once more tears spilled over. What happened that night? Why didn't they remember me?

Everything is wrong...

And I am going to make it right!

The following week, Lizz and I packed everything that we would need. I didn't talk much...Grace and Lizz both asked me what happened in my meeting with Dumbledore, but I won't tell them. This I will handle on my own. On top of everything, I wonder what will happen to Lizz when she goes to school. She is still a bit paranoid sometimes and I am very overprotective of her...was this how my brothers were feeling when they were overprotective of me?

Anyways, ever since the meeting with Dumbledore, I have been keeping myself busy. I try not to stand still long enough to think about my family. I wonder though...I didn't notice at first, but now I do...Dumbledore mentioned to me that Snape was looking for an second apprentice. I would be the second...but who was the first?

Okay everybody! I need your help. I'm still thinking...do I want this fic to be a Ginny Weasley/Draco Malfoy shipper or shall I pair Ginny up with Harry Potter? Let me know and tell me what you think of my fic/chapter :D

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