Chapter 1
I rolled over onto my back. My red hair spilling over my pristine white pillow, looking like a waterfall. I know all of this because of the mirror I had above my bed. Just like I know that there were tears spilling from my eyes. I kept staring though, the tears going unchecked.
I don't think I can handle it. It had been a while since it happened and it still burned me to see who I was. Who I wasn't.
No longer was I Ginny the innocent little girl who had a crush on Harry Potter. I was this Ginny, the one who was lost and hated the people who didn't save her. Harry Potter was to busy with his own problems, which inadvertently were because of the things she had done. Her brothers ignored her, they didn't care because she was bad for her reputation. Well Percy didn't ignore her, at least not until Penelope came along.
Before she had left Professor Dumbledore had given her the choice of going to America. He said she would go to America when ever she gave him the say so and than go to a muggle school anywhere in America . Well he hadn't said I would be going to America, he gave me the choice of which country I wanted to go to, I chose America. I think he knew how close to Sirius I was and how much his death hurt me.
Making up my mind to write him tomorrow and tell him I was accepting his offer, I rolled to my side again and stared at my wall.
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Professor Dumbledore,
I am accepting your offer to go to any country I chose whenever I chose. I chose America. Los Angeles, California to be exact. My only problem seems to be that I don't have a place to stay, maybe you have already thought of this, if you haven't do you think I could stay with a normal family who knows of magic and go to regular school as you had said? I would like to leave a soon as possible, sir, I haven't told my family of this idea yet and I think if I did they would automatically say no. If it is not to much of a burden, do you think you could tell them? I'm going to start packing my bags because I know your mind and connections work fast.
I thank you sir,
Ginny Weasley
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Albus Dumbledore sighed as he finished reading young Ginny's letter. He knew that Sirius' death had hurt her as much, if not more, as it did Harry. He may be old, and not as quick in the mind as he was when he was younger but he still knew that something had happened to young Ginny in the Chamber that no one knew about and no matter how much he hoped, and prayed that it wasn't what he thought it was, his gut told him it probably was. Making up his mind that he would not make the same mistake he had made with Harry, he started on writing two letters. One to an old student, now living as a muggle, and Mr., and Mrs. Weasley.
Little miss Weasley was strong, she just didn't know it yet.