I gave myself a little break...and did what mom would do...if she was here...if she'd remember me...
Anyways, I was making some tea. I never knew that I took after my mom so much...
Should I visit them? I wondered as I drank my tea, sitting in the living room. They are (after all) still my family. And why don't they remember me? It's probably a spell...right? Could I really be this Virginia Morgaine Watson?
I shook my head. Damn Gin! Keep your head together...I'll go to the feast and after that I'll visit them I decided. I had a quick shower and changed into some casual robe. I brushed my hair. When I walked to my door I knew that tonight was going to shock people...a Weasley...back from the dead (or so they thought) There was this tiny little thing that kept nagging in the back of her mind. If Voldemort didn't already know...then he was certainly going to know that she was back.
I'll think about that later
I walked back through the corridor and saw many sideways. I suddenly remembered that I have no idea how to get to the Great Hall from this part of the castle.
"Lost?" A voice drawled from behind me. I whipped around and came face to face with Malfoy.
"It would appear so" I said. It was not actually what I wanted to say; my first reply would go more like: 'I don't need any help from you! But then again...you have talent in directing people just like you directed thirteen children straight to Heaven, Ferret!' But...seeing as I f him. was indeed lost, I hoped he developed that talent into directing me to the Great Hall instead of Heaven.
I took in the sight of him. His hear was no longer slicked back, but hung loosely around his face. The most gorgeous eyes that I had ever seen (Not that I would EVER admit it…EVER). The robe that he was wearing was similar to mine (black), but his was a more classy fabric and without any wrinkles. Unconsciously I tried to smooth out my own robe.
"I've heard that Weasels have a keen sense of smell...why don't you 'smell' your way back to the Great Hall, Weaslette" He smirked.
Ugh...stupid smirk...
"I would, but the awful smell that YOU give off is too much for me to 'SMELL' my way back, stinky ferret" I snapped back.
He huffed! He actually huffed. "You huffed!" I said, snickering.
"Malfoys don't huff!" He growled and began striding into a corridor. I followed him...I mean...what else could I do?
We walked in silence and the only thing what I could see was his seriously pissed of face.
"Malfoy...are you leading me to the Great Hall?"
I got nothing, but some words that I would rather not repeat.
"Look...I didn't mean to offend you with the whole 'you smelled and you huffed' thing...okay…so actually I did wanted to offend you, but..."
He only looked even more pissed off. He walked very quickly and I came very close to actually jogging in order to keep up with him.
"Don't be pissed at me! When the first thing that comes out of YOUR mouth was an insult"
He looked a bit less pissed, but kept walking with long strides. Eventually, they arrived at the Great Hall. We were both a bit late and therefore, the Great Doors of the Great Hall had already closed.
I breathed in a deep breath. It is time to return. I looked to the Doors and Malfoy and me opened them. Of course, the door opening after it's closed (at the feast) was not an every years occurrence and so every head turned to look at me and Malfoy. I felt heat rising to my cheeks. Malfoy looked as indifferent as always.
The Hall was filled with wizard and witches. I saw that they were busy sorting the first years. My Lizz (I saw) had not yet been sorted. I was happy that I hadn't missed it. All the eyes followed Malfoy and me until we sat at the Staff Table.
McGonagall had pursed lips and she seemed to not like the disruption that I and Malfoy had caused. Though, she continued.
"Plagel, Sandra" She called.
A small brunette stood up and walked to the sorting hat.
"HUFFELPUFF!" it cried out. The girl joined her table.
"Stanford, Tristian"
"SLYTHERIN"
"Weasley, Elizabeth" McGonagall pronounced slowly, knowing the impact that it would bring. And as predicted, people started talking immediately.
"How can she be a Weasley professor? I've read a book about the most famous wizarding family and seeing as the entire Weasley died three months ago with no surviving offspring, I cannot see how this could be a Weasley" A boy said. Third year, if I guessed right.
He's like a male Hermione.
Dumbledore so stood up. "I see this as my cue to explain a few things. This.." he said indicating to Draco. "Is Mister Malfoy, he is one of the apprentices that Professor Snape has this year and this young lady.." He pointed at me. "is Miss Ginevra Weasley"
One could drop a needle and everyone would hear it. They all stared...at me, frozen to do anything.
"I know this must be quite a shock., but she has not died that faithful night alongside her family. She has survived, but I will not go into detail"
McGonagall resumed to encourage Lizz to walk to the hat. I held in my breath. Where would she go?
After a while the hat called out.
"SLYTHERIN"
Everyone was too stunned to even clap. Lizz colored with embarrassment that nobody did. I started clapping and soon everyone followed my example. I was happy for Lizz that she found a house that she belonged to, but I hope nobody will judge her, because her last name is Weasley.
Dumbledore spoke and before soon, every plate was filled with food. It always amazes me how happy I feel in Hogwarts. It was really my second home. Well...considering that I count the Burrow as my first home, I suppose Hogwarts is my only home now. If you don't count the fact that I still have my apartment...but it has not a lot of sentimental value so I won't consider it a real home, but technically speaking it is...arg! Y'all know what I mean.
"So..." Malfoy said. "How come you didn't die?"
I grew angry again, but realized that I couldn't really start yelling at him in the Great Hall. I was something akin to a teacher and couldn't lose my cool in front of the students as easily as I used to when I was back in school. Ah...the memories...
Flashback no ones P.O.V.
Everything was peaceful in the Great Hall. Harry, Ron and Hermione were eating at the Gryffindor table and everyone chatted happily. Then an angry voice, broke the happy chatter of everyone.
"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" The voice yelled. The Great Hall was silent as they looked at Ron. He dropped the knife that he was holding and it made a loud noise as it clattered on the ground. His mouth was open in a silent scream that wouldn't come out.
Everyone looked at the Doors and saw the little Weasley sister walking in. He face said it all. She was seriously pissed off.
"How DARE you!" Ginny growled.
Ron stood up quickly and dragged Harry and Hermione up with him. "Do something" he squeaked. Everyone looked at the fight.
Ronald Bilius Weasley, Harry James Potter (THE boy-who-lived), Hermione Jane Granger versus Ginevra Molly Weasley, little baby sister.
"OUT of my way...Harry...Hermione!" Ginny spat. "This is a Weasley temper you're dealing with and it's wrath is not directed at you so it is wise to step away from the battlefield"
Hermione and Harry had heard the stories from Fred and George. The Weasley twins had broken Ginny's favorite toy and Ginny was REALLY pissed of. They had never dared to tell them what Ginny had done in retaliation. They just warned Harry and Hermione to run for it, should they see her temper rising.
Both of them sidestepped and Ginny came face to face with her brother.
"W-what's the matter...Gin?" His shrilly voice said.
"Don't you GIN me! You tried to read my diary!"
"How do you know!" Ron said confused, scratching the back of his head.
She pulled out her diary from her robe and held it out for him to read the letters on the cover.
"MISTER RONALD BILIUSWEASLEY HAS TRIED TO READ THIS DIARY, BUT HE FAILED" Ginny read out loud.
Ron cowered as Ginny withdrew her wand. She gave him boils over his face, rash all over his skin (and over some unmentionables) that itched very much and (her famous bat-bogey hex) that caused bats to follow him. (It had taken Pomfrey over an hour to get those creatures away from Ron.
End Flashback
Ginny silently laughed at the memory. She got a week's worth of detention for that, but it was worth it. Turning her attention back to Malfoy, she was angry again.
He smirked. "Didn't you hear what I asked? I asked you why you haven't died?"
I ignored him.
Bastard!
The feast finished and I stood up. "Can I see my...you-know...sir?" (meaning the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione)
"Of course Ginevra"
And we walked. Up the stair and into his office. Down the corridor and we found ourselves standing in front of the door where I last saw my mother.
To say I was nervous...was an understatement...
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