Auxilium Memoria: The Choices that Weren’t Our Own

by ginners

Her world has been twisted since Year One. Now, she’s chosen to be the guiding light to the one boy with whom she could never hold a proper conversation in a war where her choices could damn them all to hell. She is the Auxilium Memoria. HG. OCG.

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: All characters from this chapter belong to the fabuloso J.K. Rowling. Can't say the same for later chapters but we'll get to that later, won't we? Later is NOW. The beautiful Arion; however, is my own… as is Jordan, Nico, and Venice. Snorkebongs are also of my own invention!

Author's Note: I hope Chapter 1: Maddening Indifference was to everyone's liking! Um… apparently I can't post until three days after I've signed up for my account… why? Well, in any case, if that's the way it's going to be :snarky, I'll just have to continue writing and not wait for reviews. :Grin: How would you guys like it? That I basically upload all the chapters I've got at once? Or upload a chapter at a time and get reviews in between so I can use them for the next ones? I'll read the reviews and incorporate them no matter what… so I really don't have much of a preference here. However, reviews are key! As is "banana". :Grin:

MODIFICATIONS: Oh lord… I've modified this chapter many, maaaaaaany times… It's just a little snippet at the bottom this time.

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Title: Auxilium Memoria: The Choices that Weren't Our Own

Description: Her world had been bent and twisted the moment she stepped into Hogwarts. Suddenly she's chosen to be the guiding light to the one boy with whom she could never hold a proper conversation in a war where her choices could damn them all to hell. She is the Auxilium Memoria. H/G. OC/G.

Chapter Two: Grimmauld Place amongst Other Things

The morning dawned. Ginny cracked open one eyelid as was her habit. :Grunt: The sun, damnation, the sun just had to seep through her shutters eeeeevery morning didn't it? She lifted a hand to half-hearted swat at the offending light. Waking up early during the summer time was not an option. Burying her head in her pillows scrunched her eyes and waited for the inevitable pounding on her door that her mother had taken to doing each morning to wake her up.

THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP. Ah… and there it was. Ginny made an unintelligible noise and dragged herself through her sheets, onto the floor, and crawled on all fours to the bathroom. Most unfortunately, someone was already waiting there in line.

"Wow Ginners… Taken to practicing the art of the dishevelled porcupine?" Ginny snarled by ways of an answer, and proceeded to claw at the bathroom door. "That would be George in there… showering." Ginny stopped her clawing for half a second to fix a piercing do-I-really-look-like-I-give-half-a-gnome's-arse look at Fred. He intelligently retreated a bit and hollered at George that there was a possessed thing trying to get at him outside the bathroom. Quite efficiently, George immerged two minutes later to conveniently get in the way of Ginny's clawing which resulted in his receiving a rather smarting claw mark down his shins.

"Argh!" he yelled, looking at Ginny wide-eyed... like she really could care less that morning. She felt grungy; her hair resembled a road-kill squirrel, albeit a very red road-kill squirrel and she really just wanted a hot shower to clear her head.

She slammed the door shut only to open it again immediately afterwards to hurl a piece of clothing at George.

"Oh that's becoming, that is, older brother." she sneered, his boxers enveloping his head. One more yelp and he tore up the steps to the room he shared with his twin.

"I think we trained her well, mate".

"True that, twin, true that." The two boys regarded the stairway entrance to their room and wouldn't have been surprised if the possessed looking Ginny had crawled her way right up there to take a chunk out of each other them. Thankfully that did not occur as she had switched on the hot water and was slowly boiling herself a brilliant cherry colour. Mmm… hot water.

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Breakfast was another affair completely. Breakfast meant various interruptions with half-asleep brothers (Ron) towing trunks downstairs (Ron), tripping over various articles of clothing and shoes (Ron), and suffering an ambush from garden gnomes as he tried to load his possessions into the luggage Floo (Ron).

Before anymore damage could be done, Ginny floated down the stairs in a much fairer disposition, chortled a sunny 'Good morning' to Fred and George, and hugged Bill and Charlie in turn. Several pancakes, some pumpkin juice, heaps of scrambled eggs, and lots and lots of syrup later, the dishes were cleared, the luggage flooed, and the Weasley family clambered one after the other into the fireplace and landed in the parlour of Grimmauld Place.

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The place was just as she'd remembered it. Dark, slightly depressing, filled with overbearing adults, complete with shrieking paintings, a demented house elf, and a Grimm animigus running around. Oh wait… lack of Grimm animigus! Ginny glanced around the front parlour of Grimmauld Place. Why did the good things always have to go first? The rest of her family were spread about seeking Hermione and Harry out… Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt had decided it was a great idea to drop by and say hello, all in all, chaos was abound. Their trunks were floated to their rooms as the adults immediately began hushed talks about 'matters that didn't concern children', and the Weasley children either pranked, ate, joined in with 'matters that didn't concern children' (Bill), or in Ginny's case, remained standing in the parlour trying very hard not to one, smack up the Order for their exclusiveness, and two, break down crying because there was a definite lack of Sirius.

A firm hand on her shoulder brought her back to the world. "Remus!" she exclaimed, latching on to him in a bone-cracking hug.

"Hello Ginny. I thought you'd be here."

"You thought I'd be here in the parlour where we all arrived? Aaaaw Remus, that's so clever of you!" he laughed and shook his head.

"Still the biting wit, eh, Ginny?"

"Of course." she sniffed. "Without Sirius around, someone's got to keep up the snarkiness." She regretted it the moment she said it. Damn her mouth… it never ever consulted her brain before taking off. "Oh… oh Remus, it wasn't supposed to come out like that…" she mentally smacked herself. Remus heaved a huge sigh.

"It's okay Ginny. If any could joke about when Sirius was here, it was you." Ginny contemplated for a second.

"True… Damnation, I can't stop thinking that he's still is here."

"Ginny!" he said, feigning shock. "He hasn't left us! Deep down, he's still there." he explained as though to a smile child. She snorted.

"Making up for a lost childhood, Remus?" she asked. "The cotton candiness of all of the crap that the Order and my parents has laid on me about Sirius's death is starting to really make my brain hurt." True, Remus had just repeated to her exactly what all the Order had taken to telling her for the past year whenever she mentioned Sirius… deep down:psht: No kidding. There was nothing corporeal around to say he was still there. Remus laughed and steered her towards the staircase.

"You, Snarky One, are going to your room to unpack. Then you're going downstairs to join the rest of them in the den."

"Oh? And what do you suppose I'm going to do in the den with 'the rest of them'? Hmm? If it includes anything involving Hermione and how much I disappoint her with my :cough: apathy, I will take a vase and quickly acquaint her over-large head with the inside of it." Remus cocked his head to one side and quietly chuckled.

"No… the rest of them are playing a very spirited game of chess."

"Ah…" said Ginny. "Well then, I'll go do that." turning to leave. "Oh, and Remus, let's say… midnight and two thirds?" Remus grinned, really, he was still a very becoming bloke if he smiled and :grinned: more often.

"Midnight and two thirds." he affirmed. Nodding, Ginny climbed the stairs to her room to unpack. She laid all her books out in front of her and the letters than she had received from her friends over the week she spent back at The Burrow. She missed them already. They came from her three best friends: Jordan Knight, Nico Ciarniello, and Venice la Noble. She smiled at the memory of their train ride back to Platform 9¾… they, all three of them, had ambushed the trolley lady, sent her shrieking to the front of the train lambasting rabid Snorkebongs. Ginny smirked at the memory… three well placed charms and a hex later, the trolley lady couldn't see anything for the little demi-pixies tangling themselves in her hair and attacking her face with sparkle dust… really, overall it had produced rather tragic effects. Ginny doubted still, the probability of the trolley lady clean of sparkles. They were very pretty though! They were :sparkly:. The four of them had horded all the pumpkin pasties and chocolate frogs before charming the trolley to wheel through the tiny corridors of the train at faster speeds than a Muggle car terrorizing students of all years and finally ramming into an unsuspecting Draco Malfoy.

They'd dissolved into laughter when they got safely back in their compartment. It had been a fun trip. Mmm… pumpkin pasties. Ginny suddenly felt hungry though breakfast had been less than an hour ago. Reasoning that she was a growing child of sixteen and needed constant nourishment, she finished unpacking and went downstairs to the kitchen to grab a scone or two.

It wasn't to say that Ginevra Weasley was plump by any lengths, but she had rather begun filling out over the last of the school year and a week into summer and plenty of Vitamin D from sun had given her a wonderful light bronze (something very different from her normal flawless ivory complexion)… riiiiight. True, Ginny's hair had retained its wonderful silkiness that very rarely took to redheads, and her hair really was red… not the fire-engine red that had haunted her as a child, but a deep auburn-mahogany red that fell halfway down her back and curled slightly at the bottom. Consensus, once she reached Hogwarts again, would place her as quite the looker. Her brown eyes were deep with the odd fleck of gold once in a while, and her full five foot five frame put her at the big 3.0 inches taller than her mom. Ginny boasted a very lovely figure, and damn it, if eating countless pumpkin pasties and the various home-baked products that Molly Weasley churned out contributed to that figure, then Ginny Weasley would continue eating them if the world crashed down around her.

So… Ginny stalked into the kitchen, grabbed several scones, chose the largest chocolate cookie she could find and settled at one end of the dining table facing the members of the Order who had seen her come in. Tonks was gawking quite visibly at the amount of food she had acquired.

"Wotcher, Gin. Hungry?"

"Ain't even the half of it Tonks. How've you been?" the pair exchanged several comments before they became aware of the silence around them. Looking up from her conversation, Ginny saw almost the entire Order scrutinizing her. Ah, how lovely… and there was the delightful Professor Snape glaring daggers at her down his large nose. Ginny was actually very fond of Snape. She found him quite amusing. "Ah…"

"Ginevra Weasley, you are disrupting a very important meeting here." her mom announced flatly. Her glare clearly said she wasn't welcome. Heaving a huge sigh and trying exceedingly hard not to roll her eyes, Ginny collected her food and walked towards the kitchen door with a tragic air. As she got there she spun about,

"If the Order were half-inclined to do anything productive, it may want to ask the input of a certain Boy who is likely to save us all… then again, two years has proved the Order quite useless. Well… I do suppose we could figure things out for ourselves, us 'youngsters'. Merlin knows we'll probably need to. :Sigh: You lot enjoy yourselves. Oh, and excellent pastries, Mother, the biscuits could do with a little more chocolate though. You look into that if you've time on top of all this… productive and wonderful business. :Sniff: Ta!" she said, waving a free hand as she disappeared down the hall.

Had she delayed a little to see their reactions, Ginny would have found a very red Molly Weasley about to explode in a tirade (thank God for small miracles like laryngitis), a grinning Bill Weasley, a very amused Remus Lupin, a glittery-eyed Professor Dumbledore, and a quietly approving Mad-Eye Moody. Well, well, the youngest Weasley had some spunk. Asides from her mother and perhaps Snape who didn't condone any level of fun, the Order had decided then that they rather liked young Ginny Weasley. She could prove to be quite interesting… if Sirius had been there, he'd be laughing aloud.

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"Oi Ginners!"

"Halo, halo Fred."

"Whoa… much food?" he asked, reaching for a scone.

"Hey, hey! Hands off. I sacrificed my pride getting these. You want them, you go and get roasted by the Order." she snapped, swatting his hands away. Grinning, she took the cookie, rammed as much of it into her mouth as possible and proceeded to chew it like a cow.

"Ginny that's disgusting! Stop being a child." Hermione. Ginny's gaze averted. Hermione Granger. :Ugh: Smart girl, very smart: had an affinity for text books. Completely illiterate when it came to normal every day life as far as Ginny was concerned. She swallowed her bite of cookie and regarded her coolly. Really, the girl just asked for it!

"Well, halo Hermione." Ginny said pleasantly. "How have you been lately? My, my, don't you seem to be a hop, skip and jump away from pure bliss. Hmm..." she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "I do suppose you could go and make wonderful friends with Kreacher with that sunny disposition… oh but yes, I forgot! You're can't! Isn't it horrid when people judge you for invariable things like blood and age? Pity that. Is that why you resort to hogging Ron and Harry? No one else around to listen to your endless lecturing, eh? Well, do shut up, and don't talk to me unless you've something constructive to say." Okay, low blow. Very low blow, Ginny. If it weren't for her unrelenting annoyance at the girl's patronizing disposition that so reminded her of the Order, Ginny may have taken the comment as it was… she really was being disgusting with the cookie, but that was the bloody point wasn't it? The den had grown suddenly quiet as a startled looking Hermione was at lost for something to say. Good, thought Ginny. "So, Ron. Want to play me, or are you too scared that wittle Ginners might beat at your own game?" Ron snapped out of his shock as Testosterone Gear 1 clicked in.

"Oh, and I'm sure you've got a total other thing coming at you Ginny Weasley." he retorted in a voice that clearly said get-your-arse-here-and-play-me-or-die. Ginny happily plopped down with her scones and cookie and leaned in to the board. My, my, wasn't she on a roll today. She'd successfully pissed off everyone that she thoroughly disliked… namely, her mother and Hermione.

Fred and George exchanged glances and very painfully subdued a strong desire to high five each other… if they, as good, honourable young men, could not take a bite out of Hermione for her infallible idiocy, baby Ginners very well could!

The room immediately began to fill up with conversation again as Ron and Ginny went head to head, aware of nothing else but the chess board. Hermione, in all her petulance had got up and stalked towards the kitchen, intent on giving Mrs. Weasley a full report on Ginny's inexcusable behaviour, Fred and George burst out laughing the minute Hermione was out of earshot, and Charlie (joining the younger ones in a once in a blue moon stint to feel young again) pulled out his wand to charm the fire from the fireplace to cheer on Ron and Ginny at random. Quite forgotten in the midst of Ginny's outburst and the twins' antics was Harry Potter. In fact, Harry really had been bored out of his wits till she had come into the room looking so different from what he remembered a week ago and lashing at Hermione so uncharacteristically. Who on earth with this fireball who had taken over soft-spoken little Ginny Weasley? He was starring at her then… maybe not so little anymore he thought to himself looking at her unbelievable developments in the past week. Whatever happened to her, it really suited her much better, and Harry decided that she was quite brilliant.

So many decisions had been made about Ginny that day. She had amused, belittled, inspired, terrorized, humiliated, and uplifted quite a few people who had to do a double-take to make sure that it was indeed Ginny Weasley who was talking and not someone else. So… what on earth had happened to Ginny?... in one week no less.

Ginevra.

Ginny stirred… someone had called her name…

Several moments of silence passed. Oh, bloody wind.

Ginevra…

Okay, she definitely hadn't imagined it that time. Ginny sat up in bed and glanced warily around her bedroom. It was pitch black and it really didn't sit well with her that she was hearing voices in the middle of the night calling her name.

Ginevra!

She snapped her head to the wall next to her. Oh merciful Merlin, please don't tell her that the wall was talking to her. Ginny peered closely at it… wait a minute. The wall was blurred a little. Since when were walls blurred! She reached out with a hand and tentatively prodded the spot and yelped in surprise when her finger went clean through it. Argh! Permeable walls! Her finger still inside the wall, she sat stunned not knowing what to do until she felt a huge tug and found herself sprawling through the blurry spot in her wall and landing on the other side… on very hard stone.

Where in the name of Merlin, Morgana, and Maeve was she! Ginny glanced around at the white palace that she had plopped so unceremoniously into… in nothing but Bill's old oversized t-shirt no less. She realized uncomfortably that she wasn't alone. She just had to have that extra sixth or seventh sense that told her that someone was watching her closely. Ginny turned and her jaw dropped.

Standing before her in all his wonderful masculine glory was possibly the most beautiful human being she had ever seen… well, was he human? She had no idea, but damn, if he was, she wouldn't mind getting a date to Hogsmeade with this bloke. Apparently her thoughts weren't exactly quiet, either that or he could read them… the man… uh… angelic being… looked at her with raised eyebrows (she decided then and there that he would be the only one ever to be allowed to raise eyebrows at her).

"Ginevra."

"Yes…?"

"Welcome to Lohengrin."

"Uh… thank you." she said, unsurely. "Is… is there a reason why I'm here?" The bloke raised his eyebrows again.

"Well, one would suppose." Ooooooh, so the guy wanted to be sarcastic, eh? Okay. Ginny knew this game, deeply buried though it was.

"All right then. You seem to know what's going on around here. Enlighten me, oh ethereal being." she snapped. If this bloke, gorgeous as he was, wanted to pry her out of bed at ungodly hours just to make her feel stupid, he had another thing coming at him. Well… he did, if he hadn't smiled so dazzlingly and reduced Ginny to a sizeable blob of goo on the floor. Damn it, why did he have to smile?

"Oh ho! She has a temper!" he crowed laughingly. "I thoroughly approve. So, shall we get started?" It was more a statement than a question. "You are here, in Lohengrin, land of the Seraphim. We oversee all things, Magical; Non-Magical, Spiritual, Scientific… we take in stride everything that lives in on earth. We make no distinction between different humans. To us…" and at this he grinned, "…you are all rather inferior." Ginny scowled… Okay, if he wanted to pry her out of bed at ungodly hours to tell her that she was inferior he may find that he had another thing coming at him.

"Right. So what on earth, you pompous Lo-en-gryn git, do you WANT WITH ME!" she thundered. The Seraph sniffed and looked her up and down.

"You will either speak to me with respect, or you will not speak at all." he stated rather coldly. Well now, that was rather unfair as he didn't seem to have a problem with insulting her freely. "You are here because one of your people has decided to wreak havoc amongst all humans and we, the Divine, have decided to intervene because it has decidedly become out of hand."

"So, you guys are concerned with Tom? Well then, if you're so all powerful, why can't you just get rid of him:Snap: It'd make things a lot easier for the rest of us. Plus, if you wanted someone who can speak with authority on how to kill Tom you might want to get in contact with a certain Harry Potter. Maybe you've heard of him in all your undying wisdom? He and not I, is responsible for everything Tom-related. I'm just his best friend's younger sister."

"Yes, well in that case, we could just get rid of all humans collectively and then we wouldn't have to worry about anything, now would we? Not. Listen here girl. You are here because Harry Potter is only one boy against a whole world of evil. You are here because my superiors, the Lord only knows why, chose you to help him. And you are here because until this is over and your… Tom Riddle, is gone, I am to oversee your progress." he said. "So you will stop this incessant immaturity and listen when I am speaking to you. You are charged with the responsibility of guiding Harry Potter. You will remain here, in Lohengrin to learn what you need to know and then you will return to earth." he said beginning to stride down the length of the huge hall. "My name is Arion. I will be with you at all times from now until you complete your task. We will begin with the history."

So Ginny stayed in Lohengrin unaware of the days that passed by which translated to nothing in her world. She studied under Arion learning the history of Lord Voldemort whom she insisted on calling by the Muggle name that so irked him. She saw in recorded memory the first war, the rise to power of Dumbledore, the unity of Lily and James Potter, their death, Voldemort's first fall, the birth and life of Harry Potter… and she saw Sirius die. Again. She learnt of the displacement of the heavens with the amount of power that Tom had amassed. The amount of pure evil that had controlled… and then she met Tom.

Well, she met the good side of Tom who had already died and gone to Heaven. Arion had left her for a good long while to converse with him and Ginny had discovered that she could not hate this Tom, the Tom that lived in Heaven and watched his other side rage evil throughout the world. And she listened to Tom when he told her one thing in all the sorrow he possessed. "If no one can stop me, I know I can. Remember me as I am now, and remember that if I can die, then so can he." Then he just left

Tom Riddle left a perplexed Ginny that day. He seemed so heartbroken. Well… so would she if she had to look down from the heavens at her evil self killing everything and not be able to do anything about it. Still… This could easily have gone straight to Harry, why her? When Arion came to fetch her she was still trying to understand what he wanted her to do. Sure, she knew that she would somehow help Harry, though Arion had infuriatingly refused to tell her how, and now she had met the essence of good Tom Riddle and all he told her was that he could die. Excellent! What headway they've made!

Well… it did mean that Voldemort could be killed. That was always good to know.

Arion kept Ginny there for some time. He taught her how the art enchantment (something that didn't show up on the OWL or NEWT curriculum), how to control and strengthen her power… and then very suddenly, he had told her that she was going home

"What! But I've learned next nothing!" she cried when he told her… really, she had gotten attached to the place. "You've basically told me a very informative story and reviewed what I've already learnt at school… which, thank you very much, I had quite a hand on already." Arion looked at her placidly… damn him and his everlasting calmness.

"You, my dear, are getting ahead of yourself. You seem to think that it's all done by a wand. You're wrong. The oldest magic took no wand. The greatest magic takes no wand. You don't see God waving around a wand do you?" Damn. Rhetorical question. Did God even do magic? Didn't he just will things happen and they do? "Look at yourself, Ginevra. You have grown more here than you have in your life combined. You have the advantage that you know the past in all its facets and possibilities." Ginny contemplated this… well, it had felt like she spent a good lifetime there… She hadn't really noticed any change. Did she feel any different? A mirror appeared in front of her suddenly… well then; she hadn't seen one of those in a while. Peering at herself in it, she recognized seeeeeeveral changes. She supposed she should have studied any signs of wisdom growing off of her but… where on earth did that chest come from! And her features, they were so… defined. "Like what you see?" asked a slightly snide Arion. "To be sure, you're… acquired beauty will come in handy some time." Ginny looked at him stupidly. "Look here. You've developed an attitude and a stance here that you may not understand but everyone else will. To them you will have suddenly procured an unwavering confidence and arrogance. You will appear to them as a young woman from the girl you were… in a night. Lohengrin gives you your best and brings out your worse. You will return to your world feeling empowered, feeling that the world has wronged no one but you. It is the Lohengrin Complex." He paused for a while. "I can't tell you what it is, but I can tell you to expect to make mistakes. For now, you need to snap out of this because you're mother will be hammering on your door any moment to wake you up. Your main purpose here was to remember what has happened before. The rest of your training will happen in your world."

And with that, Ginny had no time to get her word in before she woke up abruptly in her own bed… that ruddy sun was leaking through her shutters again. She felt disoriented for a moment. What in bleeding Morgana happened? Had it been a dream? What day was it? Why had no one noticed she was missing? A sudden THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP made her almost crash through the ceiling. She cautiously opened the door to her room to find her mum glowering at her. In less than thirty seconds, she learned that it was in fact the morning after her little visit to Lohengrin, she had not been missed and… she had :changed

Observing herself in the shower, Ginny discovered that she had kept her womanly physique. Well, well, well… so it hadn't been a dream after all. To her great discomfort, though, she had also discovered a large tattoo winding from her lower back up to the space between her shoulder blades. In the mirror she could make out two words… Auxilium Memoria Excellent… the Seraphim had bloody branded her. Oooooh… if she ever saw Arion again she have go at him.

Blinking once or twice, she realized the exact weight of what had been placed on her shoulders… and there was more training to come:Groan: Lohengrin had given her the backbone and biting wit that she always hid from everyone but her closest friends. It had augmented her confidence and ugh… given her rather abrupt and unmanageable assets.

That morning, a day after coming back from Hogwarts at the end of her fifth year and a night after a dreamt lifetime, Ginny Weasley walked down to the kitchen with something different in her step. She held such fluidity and was that… anger in her eyes? How about that… that posture, and that taut 'Halo' sounded quite gritty. Well, do give me a break, she thought. She wondered how many of them could have all the information that she did and keep silent about it. And what on earth was she supposed to do with all of it? Guide Harry? Well, that was vague wasn't it? Knitting her eyebrows she sat at the breakfast table thoroughly confused.

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"HAAH!", Ginny's Queen lashed out to swipe Ron's king off the board. She grinned and reached over to pat him tenderly on the back. "It's okay Ron… We all get soft… it comes with the old age." she explained smiling. Ron scowled. He had lost a game of chess to his baby sister. How was that possible! He demanded a rematch to a laughing Ginny who rose from her seat to get more food from the kitchen. "Keep on roaring, Ron. I suppose if you go at it long enough, your brains will match your volume."

Still chuckling, she wandered into the kitchen. Hmm… more scones… However, something distracted her as she stopped short in the doorway of the kitchen, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. There was an addition at the kitchen table to the Order. A very familiar addition.

"Ah, Miss. Weasley!" said Dumbledore happily. "No time like the present for introductions. This is Professor Caelestis, he will be joining the staff at Hogwarts this year. He'll be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts." he said. "Would you like to say hello? Or how about you go and fetch Harry and the rest? I'm sure they'd like to meet their new professor." The headmaster rattled on for a bit but Ginny heard none of it. She looked at this 'professor' and saw an all too familiar smirk. A smirk that she had coped with for an immeasurable amount of time in a far away place.

"…Ginny? Openly gawking at your new professor may prove not be very tactful… handsome bloke though he is.", remarked Dumbledore. Ginny snapped out of her reverie flushing a wonderful red.

"Ah yes, Professor." She stepped forward and offered a, "Nice to meet you Professor… Caelestsis. I'll go and get Harry and the others now." Ginny swivelled on her spot and marched out of the kitchen. Behind her, she heard a soft deep laugh.

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Notes:

Halo: Halo… is my way of saying "hello", and is pronounced ha-lo. Not hay-lo. I just don't like spelling it as 'hallo'. It looks too… yellow… don't ask.

Cookie: So there's been an age long consensus that the British say 'biscuit'. Wrong. I'm quite attached to the British myself and have many British friends whom all say cookie. They describe it very much the way North Americans do… cookies have a little more substance to them. They're chunky, filling… etc. Biscuits are the thin decorous things that you have with tea. Not substantial. Long live cookies.

Merlin, Morgana, and Maeve: Okay… wizard equivalent of the saying 'Jesus, Mary, and Joseph'. Merlin is, of course, a legendary wizard. Morgana is a witch… the supposed half-sister of King Arthur… had a few run-ins with Merlin herself. I'm quite fond of Morgana. I don't hold to the idea that she was an evil psychopath trying to kill her brother… if she did, did she really have to guard his body in the afterlife in her very own magical kingdom of Avonlea? Yeah… didn't think so. Maeve, also know as Mabd, was the Queen of the Faeries at one point. Key figures in Magic.

Lohengrin: Stolen from Wagner's opera The Ring of the Nibelung… I was at loss for ideas… I needed a fantastical sounding name. Lohengrin offered itself. :Grin:

Arion: Okay… it's not Orion, not Arian… none of that. I had a hard enough time trying to think up of a name without resorting to Tolkein's Elvish names… bless that man, he made up really beautiful names. He's a Seraph come to keep an eye on things. Does Dumbledore know his true nature? Hmm… we'll see. Oh! I also thought that Arion would look something like this Jonathan Bennett… (thoroughly and mind bogglingly gorgeous.) Look him up on imdb (. Com) Take him; add a white linen toga-like thing and an ethereal demeanour, and you have Arion. Thank you, thank you… I'm a genius. He's beautiful. :Sigh:

Caelestis: Caelestis is the latin word for 'heaven dweller'. I thought it'd be appropriate and slightly more subtle than something like Professor Angel (Angelus in Latin).

Seraphim: Plural form of Seraph. Highest order of angel before the ultimate 'Archangel'. Rest assured, I won't be getting into any religious debates in this fic.

Auxilium Memoria: Latin for 'support memory'. Literally. This will come into play much later on… for now, it's a pretty silver and gold ambigram tattoo on her back… we'll find in later chapters that this tattoo is only visible to certain people.

Harry: His character has not been developed yet! He isn't just a bumbling, silent teenaged boy who likes looking at girls. :Grin:

I know the plot is currently running at full pace… I wanted to get a few basics down pat… why is Ginny suddenly so snarky? Why has she gone from girl to beautiful woman in a week… all that good stuff. Oh! And for the purposes of this fic… you may have realized Dumbledore doesn't die (at least not in Rowling's context). I'm rather attached the kooky old man myself.

If any of you would like to give me advice on a one on one basis, I'm perfectly open for that. Feel free to have a go at me. My email is in my profile. Hope you enjoyed reading!

Snippet from Chapter Three:

"Late, Remus? Well, well, well that isn't like you –" she spun around and found herself staring at someone who was decidedly not Remus.

Arion stood before her clothed in t-shirt and shorts. :ack: Her eyes bugged a little. Damn it, he just had to be so gorgeous. "What are you doing here?" she snapped, annoyed to always be caught off guard around him. "I have to meet someone." she said, inviting him to leave. Raising an eyebrow (Ginny bristled at this… still, he was the only one who could raise an eyebrow at her), he gestured to the cocoa and food.

"Anyone significant?"

"A good friend."

"Oh, so he'll understand if I joined you. You know, to get to know my new 'student'." He said, smirking.

"No, he would tell you to leave if I said you were bothering me."

"Am I bothering you Ginevra?" he said with a hurt air. "And all I wanted to do was to mingle with the commoners!" Ginny snarled.

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