Only Half-Weasley

Chapter 2

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to write and it's a bit short, but I have had mixed feelings on it. I thought that I would start with Holly and Ginny going to Diagon Alley, but then I realized that that wouldn't work with the situation they were in. So, here you go! I hope you enjoy it despite the length! And thank you so much for the couple of reviews I got! They were inspiring :)

Ginny was rudely awakened the next morning when she heard a sharp knock on her bedroom door. She peeked at her clock and read "8:57" and nearly fell of the bed. She hadn't meant to sleep in so late; they were supposed to go shopping for Holly's school supplies that morning.

"Ginny? Are you ready?"

At first Ginny didn't recognize the voice, but them quickly remembered- it was Pam! Ginny had entirely forgotten that she, Holly, and Pam were going to the London Zoo that morning. Grabbing a blanket to wrap around her, Ginny opened the door to her room a crack and saw Pam's small figure waiting impatiently. How was Ginny going to explain the situation to her?

"Pam! I am so sorry- I slept in!" Ginny cried.

Pam smiled understandably. "It's alright, Gin. I'll be in the kitchen making coffee."

"Is Holly up?" Ginny asked looking at Holly's closed door.

"No, she sleeping, too," Pam answered. "I'll go wake her up."

Ginny watched Pam retreat to Holly's room and then Ginny closed the door. After a nice warm shower, Ginny debated over what she was going to wear- if they were going to Diagon Alley, she did want to stand out, and yet, she didn't want to blend in too much. Even when she lived in the wizarding world, she thought that some of the fashion was loony.

"Ginny! What is this that Holly is telling me? She tells me that you're sending her to a magic school! What is this about?" Pam's sharp voice pierced Ginny's ears.

Ginny cringed before picking a neutral shirt and jeans and then coming out of her room. "What did Holly tell you?" Ginny asked innocently.

Holly stood next to her grandmother with a defiant look on her face. Ginny's face grew hot as she addressed her daughter. "Holly, will you do me a favor and go get some milk from the market."

"But Mum-"

"Now," Ginny gave her daughter a stern look and handing her a pound note. "And take your time, please."

Holly grabbed it and stomped out of the room. This left Ginny to face her angry mother-in-law. Ginny walked to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the dining room table.

"Ginny, what is this nonsense about?" Pam asked, standing over Ginny.

"I'm not sending Holly to Alex's old school," Ginny responded tiredly.

Pam threw her arms in the air. "And why not? Holly is perfect for the school!"

Ginny shook her head and looked into the black pool of her cup. "I'm sending her to the school I went to," Ginny muttered only loud enough for Pam to hear.

Pam looked incredibly at the redhead in front of her. Ginny never talked about her past, where she went to school or anything about her life before Alex. Every time Pam ventured a question about it, Ginny always managed to successfully change the subject.

"And what school is this?" Pam questioned curiously.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Ginny replied evenly.

Pam stood shocked. So Holly was right- Ginny was crazy!

Ginny shook her head and looked up at the older woman as if she could read her mind. "I'm not crazy, Pam, I'm a witch and so is Holly. We got her Hogwarts letter yesterday." Ginny motioned towards the kitchen counter where the piece of parchment was curled up.

Pam picked up the letter and read it through. After a few moments, she finally spoke. "Are you trying to tell me that…magic exists?"

Ginny nodded and pulled out her wand- something she hadn't done in almost twelve years. With a swish, her hair turned black like water pouring down from her head. This was almost too much for the older woman as she set herself in a chair next to Ginny.

"How did you- how did you-?" Pam stumbled. "You can't be serious!"

"It's made of mahogany," Ginny recollected, ignoring Pam's statement of disbelief. "It has a phoenix feather core and is 12 inches. Mr. Ollivander said that it would be very good for transfiguration. It is also a good for defense spells, too." Ginny turned her hair back to the reddish color that she hated and put her wand back into her pocket.

The two were quiet for a moment, neither knowing what to say. "Don't do this to her, Ginny," Pam pleaded. "She wants to like her father- give her that chance. You will be destroying her dreams if you send her to that school of yours. I have already lost my son; I don't want to lose my granddaughter as well." There were tears in Pam's eyes as she said this and Ginny felt her stomach squirm.

"I know, Pam," Ginny said sympathetically, "but things will start to change. Even if I don't send her to Hogwarts, she is still a witch with magical blood. Odd things will happen to her that not even she will understand. If she tries to explain it, no one will believe her. At Hogwarts, she will be going to school with people who are just like her. She won't be considered 'odd' or 'crazy.' I will be condemning her to years of pain and confusion if I don't send her to Hogwarts."

The older woman was now sobbing and muttering, "What will I tell the family when they ask about Holly's education? Oh yes, we have a witch in the family! How wonderful! They'll think I was crazy!" Her sarcastic tone hit Ginny like cold water to her face.

"Well, then you can understand why I haven't told you about myself before now," Ginny answered coldly. "This is what I feared; that you would act like this."

"She just has so much potential to be just like her father," Pam stated, wiping tears from her eyes.

Ginny's pity left her and anger began to fill her heart. "What about me? She has half of my genes, too! She can't always be like her father!"

The front door slammed and Holly's blonde hair appeared with the milk and some biscuits in hand. Pam and Ginny stared at Holly as the child bit into her biscuit. "What?" she questioned, looking between her mother and grandmother. When the saw the tears in her grandmother's eyes, she turned to her mother. "You made grandma cry!" she accused.

"Oh, it's alright, dear," Pam tried to laugh, taking out her handkerchief to wipe off her face. "Your mother did no such thing. Now, I need to go. You have a good time getting your school supplies, ok dear?"

Holly nodded as she watched her grandmother leave the apartment. "I can't believe you," Holly turned on her mother. "I don't want to go to that school of yours and grandma doesn't want me to, either! Why don't you ever listen to me?"

"Because I am your mother and you will listen to me!" Ginny shouted back, still heated from her talk with Pam. "You don't understand, Holly! You will never understand unless you listen to me! You are not who you thought you were!"

"Well, then it's your fault!" Holly replied angrily. "You always encouraged my dreams! Now you want to take them away! I hate you!" Holly ran out the door and down the street before Ginny could even blink.

"HOLLY!" Ginny screamed after her eleven-year-old. Without thinking about the consequences, in the middle of daylight in a purely Muggle neighborhood, Ginny disapparated and appeared right in front of Holly. She appeared so fast, in fact, that Holly ran right into her and fell backwards.

"Get away from me!" Holly yelled, but then realized something. "How did you get there?"

Ginny picked up her daughter and brushed the dirt off of her clothes. "You can learn to do this one day if you'll only give it a chance," Ginny offered, and then stood on her knees facing her daughter. "I know how much you want to be like your father, Sweetheart. You really resemble him in so many ways. However, this is a chance in a lifetime. There are so many opportunities for you that they are endless. Give it a chance."

Holly gave her mother a blank look, but after a minute, she looked down at the ground and nodded. "But what if I don't like it there?" she asked.

Ginny laughed and stood up onto her feet, leading her daughter back towards their apartment. "You will love it, Holly," Ginny assured her. "If you end up not liking it at the end of your first year, though, on my honor as your mother, I will take you out of that school and send you to your father's old school."

Holly sighed, but looked considerably calmer. "Alright, fine," she gave in. "One year."