Albus Dumbledore walked away from the Gryffindor Common room feeling slightly disturbed. Things didn't look as clear as they had last year, or even yesterday for that matter. Some where in the back of his mind, Albus thought that Ginny Weasley had been born on May 31. Exactly 7 months after young Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort. He knew he'd have to check on that.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't realize that he was at his office. Speaking the password he stepped onto the stairs, and walked into his office. Now, where had he put that infernal book? Ah, yes, in one of his drawers. Opening up the drawer on the left side of his desk, he pulled out a book.

Now mind you, this book wasn't just any book. It was the Hogwarts Admissions Book. This book recorded every magical birth in the world. Now, he turned to the book, the year 1982. May was easy to find, so was the 31st. Recorded in the standard emerald green ink, the very last admission for that day. May 31, 11:59 pm, was Ginny Weasley.

The next morning was of course interesting. Ginny woke up just in time to go to breakfast. She had been lucky, she was looking through books and she found a charm that would act like a shower with out her having to get wet. When she was clean, she dressed absent-mindedly. She couldn't stop thinking about what that boy had said yesterday…

"Greetings caretaker."

Ginny was taken aback; it was the boy from the alley. She didn't know him, or his name. But he was beautiful. His black-blue eyes watched her, waiting for her reaction. He got what he wanted.

"I am not the Caretaker, I am the Receiver, it is I who behold the sword. Do not call me that anyways; I am not in the mood to be trifled with."

"If you are not to be called the Receiver, then what shall I call you? Who are you if not the Receiver?"

"That is of no concern for you. Maybe it would be better for you to ask yourself- "who are you?" Replied Ginny; quoting him from the first time she had met him.

"You are someone of importance, do not let yourself fool around. Power radiates off you, and I'm going to figure out why!" The boy then got out of his chair and went to his room; Ginny did the same- going up the opposite stairs.

Why was the boy there? And was she really radiating power? She wasn't sure, and she wasn't quite sure that she wanted to find out; it could be dangerous for her.

Ginny finished dressing and went to the Great Hall. She wasn't really hungry, but she wanted her schedule. As soon as Colin saw Ginny enter the Great Hall he started following her. She didn't like Colin at all. He annoyed her, and it wasn't just because he and his brother followed Harry around constantly with cameras- it was justhim. Something about him seemed a bit off. Maybe it was just because he was flat. He was exactly as everyone saw him- annoying and obsessive. To make matters worse he had a crush on her. No matter, she could always shake him off.

"Colin, please could you just leave me alone, I have to talk to people."

Colin of course, did what she asked, and left her alone.

Ginny sat down beside Hermione. They chatted pleasantly until the schedules came out; Ginny hadn't gotten one, which was strange. Everyone got a schedule.

She didn't have to wait long before she was able to figure it out.

Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement. Odd for breakfast, ashe usually waited until supper to make any announcements. "Will Ginny Weasley please come to my office immediatelyfollowing breakfast?" asked the Headmaster.

People looked at her funny, but what did that mean? They were so stupid. Blind in their own way. Blinded by public opinion, or blindly following their own lord, beit Dumbledore or Voldemort with no thought to the conaequences. She followed Dumbledore, but lord knows she would disobey if she had to.

Not wanting to wait for breakfast to be over, Ginny slipped from her seat and walked to the Headmaster's office. It was maybe three minutes until Dumbledore arrived, he quietly spoke the password, and Ginny followed silently.

In the headmaster's office the two humans sat silently. Each contemplating their own thoughts, each looking at each other. This silent contemplationlasted maybe half an hour.

"Well Virginia, I suppose you are wondering several things. And maybe its time to tell you everything. I have several things to say, and they may not all be true, but you'll have to bear with me. I'm getting old."

Ginny nodded.

"First of all, I believe that you have found the Sword, or rather the Sword has found you. The owner of a small store in Diagon Alley, a small weaponry store, has contacted me. Now this was particularly important, this sword is rather powerful. I believe though that this is not a coincidence. You havemeet the requirements to own and wieldthe sword. You can be rather cunning, and have been through many hard periods of your life, particularly one in you first year. You are loyal and hard working, and you are intelligent and you wish to succeed. And you are quite brave and powerful. And now I do believe that there is something connected to your dreams and spells. This sword has arrived to you and now you are receiving all your magical potential at one time. These dreams, visions really would be a better term, are of the past. Yours or that of others.The scars on your hands are part of this surge of power. They were part of the visions, and now they leave a scar, a physical one as well as a mental scar."

Ginny could merely nod.

"Now there is a test that we could take, to test my theory. One does not generally get one of these tests until they are at leasttwenty, but it checks out the magical levels in a person. We can take this test several different ways; first we can perform an incantation that shows the power as an aura. The brighter the aura, the more powerful one is. You can also take a potion which also triggers an aura, the brighter the aura the more powerful one is. There used to be other ways, but the methods have been lost over the centuries. Which way do you want to take this test? An incantation is generally easier, but there are potions thatI had Professor Snapeprepare for the monthly tests that the staff have to take. I'm sure that Professorcan spare one, we usually don't use those."

"I think, sir, that I will use a potion." Was all that Ginny would say. She wouldn't tell him that she didn't like having wands pointed at her. So many times had that happened in her life. At first with George and Fred- then with Tom- and finally with the Death Eaters in June. Things had just gotten out of control. She couldn't take the chance at not panicking if someone else pointed a wand at her. Snapping into reality again, Ginny realized that the Headmaster had finished talking to the Potions Master.

"Professor Snape will be here with the potion soon."

Minutes passed, and finally Snape arrived with the potion. After greeting the headmaster, Snape turned to Ginny.

"You drink all this potion in one go. Drink every last drop or it won't work. I must warn you, incase you wish to change your mind, this potion tastes rather foul." With those last words and a sneerthe Potions Master swept dramatically out of the room.

Ginny drank the entire potion, and in seconds she was glowing.

"Interesting, you Virginia, have a very bright aura. A brighter aura than even a young Tom Riddle did. In fact, if Voldemort was young Tom you would very easily be able to defeat him. Alas this brings us to our next topic. You have heard about the prophecy that Professor Trelawny made about Harry?"

Ginny once again nodded.

"Have you heard it?"

Once again a nod.

"Well, I do believe that Sybil- or rather the Sight-made a small mistake. I believe that you are supposed to defeat Voldemort, not Harry. Yes, Harry did expel Voldemort from his body, but you are to finish him off. Now, there are severalfacts that point to this. You were bornseven months, to the hour, after Voldemort was first defeated. You have a snake-shaped scar on the side of your abdomen. Your parents have also defied Voldemortthree times. They joined the Order, they are rather fond of muggles and muggle-borns, and they raised their children like they lived. Three things Voldemort that Voldemort cannot tolerate. There is also a power Voldemort knows not about. Only you can uncover it."

"So, I'm going to have to defeat Voldemort? What about Voldemort being Slytherin's heir?"

"I'll tell you a little secret. Voldemort isn't really the heir of Slytherin. Yes, his blood does run through Voldemort's veins. But being a magical heir means something completely different. It really is a complicated process. When someone very powerful is about to die they can see into the future, to pick an heir, or rather have magic do it for them. We have read through each of the Founder's memoirs, and none of them mention aTom Marvalo Riddle, or Voldemort. None of the memoirs mention the heir by name. The founders' heir will be one person. This person will have all the traits of each of the founders, and something that belonged to each or all of them. Over the centuries experts have searched the globe for the heirs, but none have found the heir. This heir will be very powerful."

"And if one expert were to find this legendary heir?"

"Then they would become very famous, and they would be the pride of the wizarding world. And the heir would most definitely would be exploited."

"It must be necessary for us to have an expert under our employ, to make sure that the heir will not be exploited if discovered. Surely Voldemort would have them executed."

"A good idea Ginevra, surprisingly none have thought of that. Now, we're getting a bit off topic, but the aura test as we call it takes a lot out of a person. I have a side room in which you can sleep, it is much safer than the infirmary."

"What about my classes? Should I not attend them? I'm going to fall behind!"

"You have been excused from classes for the first week. Tomorrow you and I shall work on some of the work you would be doing in class. But enough of this, you will get some sleep, and then we will go down for supper. The sleep will do you some good. Take half the cup, and then you willsleep."

The aged headmaster walked a sleepy Ginny into a room she hadn't seen before. The room changed as soon as she entered. The bed became silver metal, with black hangings and blankets, and all the other furniture became silver as well. Ginny pulled on her pyjamas, which were strangely enough, folded on the foot of the bed. She went up to the head of the bed, sat under


End Chapter.

Sorry for not updating the story sooner, but I've been really busy. High school is a lot more stressful than elementary school so it takes awhile to adapt. I'm hoping that I will be able to update a couple of times during the vacation.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

-Eireann