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A/N: Okay, I get to pick out of that hat again to see who this chapter will be about. And on the note of ships, which has come up, this will be a Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Susan, and Draco/Luna. I'm sorry if those aren't you favorite ships, but I don't think there'll be too much romance in this particular fic. And I know the Draco/Luna might raise an eyebrow or two, but that's only if you haven't read whydoyouneedtoknow's Dangerverse, which if you haven't, you most definitely should. Now, this chapter will be about… Ginny!

The Chosen Eight

Chapter Six

The Choosing - Lady Gryffindor

Ginny sighed as she lay down in her bed. Her relationship with Dean was not going well. Sure, he was a great guy, but he kept asking her questions about where she went when she was not at home. She couldn't really tell him that she was at the secret headquarters of a covert society that Dumbledore had assembled to fight Voldemort. She doubted he would even believe it! Not that he ever really pressured her too much when she told him to drop it.

She sighed again. It wasn't really Dean that was the problem. It was Harry. Or rather, her undying love for him. She knew it was stupid, that he could never see her as anything but Ron's little sister. But she couldn't help it. No matter what she knew in her head, her heart refused to listen.

She cracked her eyes open and then snapped them all the way open as she saw the light flooding the room. However, when she looked around, she realized that it wasn't her room. The walls were made of stone, and the floor was a beautiful white marble with gold inlay. Looking around, she jumped when she spotted a man in the doorway.

"Who are you?"

"I am Godric Gryffindor. Welcome to Alabaster Castle, little lady."

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A little while later, Ginny found herself sitting in a beautiful library, in the most gorgeous robes she had ever seen, let alone worn, sipping tea with a Hogwarts Founder. Needless to say, she was a little dazed. With what she had just been told, she had the right to be outright disbelieving.

"You've chosen me as your Heir?" Ginny asked incredulously. "You couldn't have chosen anybody better?"

Godric shook his head in amusement. "You have got pure nerve, my dear, and a pure heart to go with it. I couldn't have chose better."

Ginny blushed at that, but quickly switched subjects. "And another thing, you've mentioned others, and from what I've gathered, one of those is an Heir of yours as well. How many are there?"

"Eight," he replied, smilingly.

"There's never been eight at once before."

"Indeed, there have hardly been four at once before. I believe it was only once or twice. Most of our Heirs were of different generations. There were always four active at a time, but they could be of all ages. It was very hard to find four that fit in the same age group. We chose Heirs at crucial points in history, this must be understood. You are now approaching a most crucial turning point. An Heir has gone astray and has amassed far too much power, even thought we took away as much of the power we bestowed upon him as possible. That is partly why there are eight this time around. The other part is simply because you are who you are. That cannot be changed. And even if there wasn't a power-crazed Heir on the lose, you would all be chosen."

Ginny let this all sink in. She knew that Voldemort was an Heir of Slytherin. To think that he was ever of a quality to be chosen as an Heir… It made her almost afraid to find out the identities of the other Heirs. Who knew who they would be?

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Ginny woke up ready to face the future. She wasn't sure if she could do it, but she knew that she wouldn't have to face it alone. That alone was enough to reassure her that maybe they would succeed.

Tbc…

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