Chapter 11

I don't know how, but I managed to drag myself out of bed the following morning. Which was very surprising, because all I seemed to want to do was go back and curl up in my bed.

Someone knocked on my door and I went to see who it was. Lizz.

"Hi...mum.." She said a bit hesitantly. It was obvious what was bothering her. I told her about every Weasley being sorted into Gryffindor. She was probably hoping that I won't be mad at her for being a Slytherin.

"Hi Lizz! Congrats to making Slytherin" I smiled, my crankiness gone.

She smiled brightly at me.

"Thanks!" she grinned. I stepped aside, to let her in. She looked around the room, taking in every detail.

"Not bad...but then again...I don't know if this is just compensation for the salary"

I shook my head. "Slytherin to the boot...why haven't I seen it before"

She shrugged and plopped down on the couch. "D'you know that they don't have pancakes in this school? I don't know if I will make it through the year..." Lizz trailed of dramatically.

"You'll do fine" I told her as I walked into my bedroom. I started picking out clothes.

"You don't know half of the food of Hogwarts...so maybe you'll find something more delicious then pancakes..."

"Impossible" came the reply.

I picked out some every day's clothing and pulled my robe over it.

"Come on" I said as I went back to the living room. "Let's head for breakfast...I don't even know if you're allowed to be here...now that I think about it...how DID you know that this was my room?"

Together we walked to the Great Hall.

"I knocked on every room of the teacher's wing until I found yours"

I gasped. "You didn't"

"Actually...no...I knocked on ONE door and I'm telling you know…watch out for the blonde teacher/potions guy you work with...he was really pissed off when I told him I was looking for you"

I groaned. I'll have Malfoy on my back now...

"Then how did you know where the teacher's wing in the first place?"

Lizz colored a bit.

"Lizz..." I said, with a warning in my voice that meant: You-better-confess-now-or-I'll...warning!

"Well...I met these two boys, Drew and Matthew and when I said that I wanted to visit you, but didn't know where the teacher's wing was...they wanted to help..."

Like I would believe that. I lived with Fred and George for a LOT of years...

"You mean that Drew and Matthew wanted to go exploring, you tagged along and happened to stumble upon the teacher's wing"

"Yeah..."

We reached the Great Hall and split our ways. I went to the staff table, noticing that Malfoy was already there, looking...to put it nicely...pissed off.

"One very good morning to all of you" I said cheerfully, knowing it would annoy Malfoy. A murmur of replies was send, but not from Malfoy. A glare from him.

"Need to control your blonde annoyance of a kid, Weasel" he snarled.

"Need to control that mouth, Ferret" I snapped.

"Language Mister Malfoy and Miss Weasley, I'd hate to keep warning you for this like mere students" Snape commented, who sat beside Draco.

We both colored and continued eating in silence. After breakfast, we agreed to go to an unused classroom and prepare our potions lesson. Snape had given us instructions that morning. It was a potions lesson for fourth year students, Gryffindors and Slytherins.

"I say that we start with the Draught of the Living Dead" Malfoy said.

"Don't be stupid! The term has just started! They don't know how to brew that potion yet"

He shrugged. "It was in the summer homework for reading"

"Where reading is the keyword, not learning it out of the top of their head!'

"Well, what do YOU suggest then"

"I say...shrinking potion"

"That is stuff they did end of last year!"

"It's just reviewing a bit!"

"You sound like McGonnagall"

"You sound like Snape"

"Why thank you"

"Arg! This won't work if YOU keep this up"

"Like it could ever work! Nothing could ever work between a Malfoy and a poor, stupid, low-life Weasley with no family!"

That hurt me. I could feel tears, threatening to spill. I didn't matter that I knew that my family was alive (even though they don't remember me) What mattered was...that he DID believe that they were...gone...and still can make such a comment.

I stood up abruptly. My chair falling to the ground, because of the motion. He looked slightly embarrassed, but I didn't care. I ran from the room, thankful that the students were having class at the moment. I ran up to the Headmaster's office. He wasn't there. I went to the bookcase and ran all the way to Grimmauld place. I was now (because of Dumbledore) able to enter it without someone having to open up the door. I ran inside, but then stopped dead in my tracks. In my misery, I ran to the place where my family was...but they could not comfort me. They knew Virginia Morgaine Weasley, someone they barely knew.

I grew angry. Angry at life that was so unfair to me. I punched the wall that was left of me, as hard as I possible could. Pain shot through me as I buckled down to the floor, cradling my hand in pain.

Suddenly I felt a presence beside me. I looked to my right.

It was Harry. He said nothing, but looked at me with concern. I was still crying silently as he gently lifted my hand and examined it. Grabbing his wand, he muttered something and I felt the pain flowing away.

I didn't say anything, in fear of telling him everything...that I was Ginny and that he knew me...

He still remained silent, but pulled me in a hug.

There I sat...on the floor...with Harry holding me...while I released all the pain inside of me.