"Because Ronald! Ginny is not our child! She's adopted, we wanted a girl so desperately, and when you were a boy, we sought into adoption. You weren't even a year when Ginny was adopted! The thing is, her parents were, and still are incredible intelligent! It's a blessing that your sister is being moved up a year! Be happy for her!"
Ginny was adopted. 'They aren't my real family.' With this thought the tears began to freely flow.
On with the story
Ginny awoke that morning to the dripping of the faucet in Madame Pomfrey's office, giving a slight moan, she rolled onto her side.
"Alas Poppy, our young patient has awoken," Dumbledore said, the twinkle returning to his eyes.
"Prof-" but she couldn't speak. Her voice was so dry from not talking for two weeks.
"Here Ginerva, drink this, a glass of water may allow you to regain your voice, but forlornly we may have a problem. You're mother and father are in need of being reached. They have a right to know that there only daughter, only child for that fact, has been unconscious for the past two weeks," Dumbledore sighed.
Tears threatened to steam down the young girl's face. No, she thought, he can't know. No one knows. No one is allowed to know. I am a Weasley. A Weasley! She plead to herself in the safe house of her own thoughts.
"My child, I know the truth," he answered to the look on her distraught face. "Would you care for me to explain? Pish posh, why am I asking? You're in quite a vulnerable situation and if do say so myself, want to know all that you can before your parents arrive.You see Ginerva-" but at that exact moment the med witch walked towards her charge.
"Dearest me, Miss Weasley I would like to perform a few tests on you within the week, to make sure that you are recovering correctly, and safely. Thank Merlin you were brought in when you were, a few more minutes and we would have lost you," she gave the pale girl a smile. "Now a few quick spells and a pain potion and you should be up for a while, and if Albus permits it, I dare say, you'll be back in class come Monday." Poppy waved her wand and muttered a few incantations, Ginny's bandages were now clean, and quite obediently she swallowed the potion.
"Now my dear Poppy, I am in need of discussing a few things with the young Miss Weasley, if you would please."
"Oh yes, of course headmaster," The plump med witch returned to her office and shut the door. Following, the headmaster waved his wand and sealed the door, this was not a story meant for everyones' ears.
"I have watched you this year my dear, and I swore to your parents that I would tell no one else of this story, not even the Weasleys." Ginny nodded not completely sure she wanted to hear this story. "Almost 17 years ago, just a few months before you were born, Molly Weasley contacted me. She longed for a daughter in her house of many men, but, alas, ever child she bore was a male.
After your brother Charlie she began taking natural supplements and herbs that were suppose t o lean towards a female conception. She even began to slip your father ancient herbal recipes that re suppose to make him only produce females in his tea. However, try as she might, she could not conceive a female child.
In desperation she set up a meeting with me. It was early January, most of the students were home for break, and due to the time of this meeting, if they were still at Hogwarts they were fast asleep. She wanted to ask of an adoption that could take place, for you, she longed for a daughter, and so did her husband, and this was the last possible option. You see, wizard adoption are nearly unheard of, however, the certain circumstances surrounding your birth parents and you allowed for this to be a possibility.
Now there was another woman, her name is Antonia. She had come to me in confidence just a few days prior, wanting to give her child up, and Ginny that child was you." Ginny grasped her bed sheets tightly, still unsure of what this situation meant to her.
"Now my dear, are you up for a short trip?" His blue eyes twinkled magically.
After swallowing the lump that had been growing in her throat since the man began to speak, she whispered, "Yes sir, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to walk that far."
"No need, no need, we are going to take a look at your mother, Antonia I mean." He summoned a large basin, filled inside with a slivery liquid. "Ginerva, do you know what this is?" He asked in reference to the basin.
"A pensive?" She said unsurely.
"Correct my dear. Now, do you understand how they work?" She nodded. "Now you may go first, and I'll follow. We should end up in my office, seventeen years ago." Ginny lowered her face to the sliver liquid, and a moving sensation overcame her, finally the room stopped spinning and she landed rather ungracefully on her rump in the middle of Dumbledore's office. The headmaster joined her moments later, his only comment, "Years of practice."
A younger Dumbledore stood before her, sitting at his desk. Sliver objects spinning along the shelves that lined the walls. There was a knock at the door.
"Enter please," The younger Headmaster called.
A young witch entered the room, with a deep purple velvet cloak billowing behind her.
"Ah, Antonia, it is so nice to see you. Although I must say, the circumstances do not seem to be positive ones." The young witch removed her cloak exposing her features. She neared five foot nine, with a pale complexion. Her black hair contrasted the most to her skin, although her magnificent green eyes shown against her pale skin as well.
She was dressed in high fashion. A wizarding outfit, it was mainly a forest green, matching her eyes. It slightly resembled a tight muggle dress, following down to about her knees, a black camisole was placed under the outfit to contain some modesty. The dress was revealing in some places though, especially around her small, but noticeable, baby bump.
She appeared to be in her early twenties yet when Ginny looked at her eyes, she seemed to age in front of her. Worry and frightfulness were masked beneath dark eyeliner. "Thank you for seeing me Dumbledore. I have come on rather urgent news. You see," a smile appeared on her face. "Victor and I are expecting. She's due in five months time. Yet," she looked down and folded her arms, gazing into her stomach, where the fetal Ginny lay. "He, he wants Victor back. Says that…that, my life will be taken if he doesn't return. And Dumbledore, Victor is a good man, really he is," she looked to him with pleading eyes.
"It was his father's fault. He found himself in debt, and he helped him. Told Victors father that if he were to help him out of debt, then his eldest son would have to serve him. Victor doesn't want it, I swear it. But his Lord cannot learn of our child, he'll try to take from us as well. Please Dumbledore; can you put her into another family, one that will love her?" Tears were flowing freely by this point. "But when she turns seventeen sir, we wish her back to us, let her grow up away from the pain, but know that we love her."
"Alas Antonia I have a family in mind, I asked the woman here tonight. But why, may I ask, do you want her back at seventeen?"
"She will legally be an adult, he cannot make her join, or take her from us at that point. She will be as safe as possible once she is legal, but still young enough to follow in our ways, to be able to learn our old magic, to be married with our maiden name…" the woman trailed off.
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door, "Enter please." Another young woman came in, though she was a little older, perhaps her thirties, with flaming red hair that Ginny would recognize anywhere.
"A Weasley, Dumbledore? But she'll still be in his view! There hasn't been a female Weasley in ages! It will draw suspicion, and may risk her safety!" Molly Weasley looked down onto her own lap, slightly uncomfortable, and quickly losing hope.
"Av- Antonia. Dumbledore has told me that you are to have a daughter, and that we may keep her from danger, even though we'll have to let her know the truth and return her to you. Arthur and I have discussed this, and if it means that we can have a daughter for seventeen years, then so be it, we're willing." Molly Weasley smiled upon the crying, black haired girl.
"Alright," she said biting her lip. "But-"
"Yes? Molly Weasley asked frowning a bit.
"May I name her? Please? She's more than likely to be our only child."
Her frown turned back to a smile, "Of course. Do you have a name picked out?"
"Yes, Ginerva Mikayla."
"Ginerva Mikayla Avery, a beautiful name," the headmaster commented.
Ginny felt the spinning sensation again, it is time to go home. Her eyes closed and she landed on her hospital bed. "I'm an Avery?" was her only question.