A/N: alright here ya go the longer chapters ive been working on….they take a hell of a lot longer to type-much longer than they take to write-did i mention im not one for typing? So yea…thank you my lovely reviewers you keep me updating…hope you enjoy…-manda

Chapter 17 Training, Baths, Kisses, and War

Ginny woke up and slipped out of bed, when they'd come in from the common room she couldn't remember, and went into the bathroom. She opened her medicine cabinet behind the mirror and took out one of her morning after contraceptive potions and downed it. She rinsed out the vial and set it with the others to be refilled later. She closed the cabinet and looked at herself before she started getting ready. She brushed her teeth- tasted lovely after the potion-, brushed her hair and pulled it into a ponytail, and washed her face then patted it dry with a nearby towel. She kept the towel and moved back to the main room and over to her chest-of-drawers taking out a pair of shorts and a spaghetti-strap shirt with a built-in bra and getting dressed. She left her PJs in a pile on the floor and opened the door between her chest and the bookcase and entered the personal gym they had-it was originally meant to be the bedroom but they liked having the bed in the open so people would be more likely to knock before just walking in.

Gin closed the door behind her and set to work, stretches to get her blood pumping and to wake her up the rest of the way and then moved on to beating the hell out of a punching bag. When she was glistening with sweat and her muscles sore she moved to the table by the door and grabbed her set of knives. She closed her eyes and turned around facing the target on the wall across the room. She took a few deep breaths, finding her center, and threw the first knife, and then the next, and the next until she had no more knives to throw. She opened her eyes and looked at the figure of Tom Marvolo Riddle which presently had ten knives protruding from it: three in the head, one in the throat, one in the heart, two in the gut, one in the palm of its right hand, one in the groin, and one in the left knee. She smirked as she followed the knives down and let out a laugh when she saw she's neutered it. "Sorry Tom."

She looked at a clock and shrugged, "Might as well keep going." She did some more stretches and then went to the small fridge by the table and took out a bottle of water. She took a drink and set it down on the table, trading it for a black, silk handkerchief and tying around her eyes. She reached for the bottle and found it instantly taking another drink and setting it back down as she moved to the section of the room they used for fighting. Gin cracked her neck and back and then called on an imaginary partner, there was a fight in her mind but she was fighting thin air in reality. The further she drew into her mind the more challenging the fight got. She fell to the floor when her partner tripped her and she did a flip to right herself. The door opened but she didn't hear it, allowing Draco and Blaise to watch her as she fought no one. She drop kicked her partner and then she realized they were there as she picked herself up off the floor. She looked towards the door, unable to see them but she followed the line of magic that linked them to her and soon she was standing in front of them. Blaise reached out and removed the smooth cloth from her eyes and Draco blew cool air over her sweaty form. "You realize I'm still going to have to take a shower, right?" she said to Draco.

"Ok." They both said grinning.

"Alone, unfortunately-you have to train." The grins fell from their faces,

"Meanie." Draco mumbled.

"Killjoy" said Blaise.

"You can join me when you're through, if I'm not already done." Draco punched Blaise in the arm and Blaise returned it.

"Ok, we're done." They said smirking.

"Ha. Ha. Now go." She walked past them and pulled the door closed behind her. Gin grabbed some clothes and walked back across the room and into the bathroom once more. She turned on the water, letting the tub fill while she stripped off her clothes. 'God, I love this bathroom, shower, huge bathtub, hot tub, it's a dream come true.' She walked in and let the water run a bit more, after all the thing was the size of a pool and should therefore be treated as one. She finished washing and then shaved, "The beauty of being a witch: we don't need those stupid muggle devices to have smooth legs, hell I don't even need a wand anymore." She said to the empty room and she thought about having shaved legs and then it was done. She smiled and leaned back against the edge of the tub, soaking. When she could take no more she got out and dried herself off with a towel then got dressed.

Gin walked into the main room "Why didn't…" she looked around but there was no one in the room. "Huh." She walked back to the training room and opened the door, a grin spreading across her face at what she saw. Blaise was laying on top of Draco his tongue in the other man's mouth. They obviously hadn't been there long because Blaise was just now forming a storm above them and Draco was leaving a light trail of ice anywhere he touched Blaise. Gin watched as the rain soaked them through and when she felt liquid heat running through her she blushed and shut the door, leaving them to their…studies. She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her black dragon-hide boots on and then left the room. When she got to the statue that concealed Dumbledore's office she stopped realizing she didn't know the password. "Uhm, lemon drops?" she tried though nothing happened. 'Damn it Dumbledore what is your password?' She shouted in her mind and jumped when he answered.

'No need for that kind of language Miss Weasley. The password is candy, please come on up.'

Ginny stood staring at the statue in shock,

"Candy." she tried again and the statue hopped aside. She climbed the stairs to Dumbledore's office and walked in without knocking, taking a seat across from him without speaking. She looked at him and started to say something but closed her mouth.

"Good morning Miss Weasley."

She tried again, "Did we just, did I…I mean were you…. What just happened?"

The Headmaster smiled at her confused look, "It would seem that you are telepathic, as I imagine the two young men you're living with are as well."

"So are you right, I mean you have to be right?"

"Anyone can talk to a telepath so long as they think loud enough, but yes, I am a telepath as is Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall. You want to make sure you are concentrating on the person you want to speak with when you do it otherwise everyone will hear your voice in their head."

"Oh… ok. Add that to the list of things we can do…. Anyways I guess that means you now why I'm here; of course you know why I'm here. So yea, no more lessons. We have a war to get ready for and if we're the ones that have to destroy Voldemort now then I'd like to be ready. Other than having a thorough knowledge of the Dark Arts, are there any other strengths he has that you know of?" she asked the old man.

"He's telepathic too, though we usually call that type by other names."

"Oh yea that thing with Potter, I mean Harry….and the dreams and all that crap."

"Yes, Miss Weasley, "all that crap" the difference between them is that "crap" is mind probing and blocking it as well, where telepathy is mind speaking, I imagine it will come in handy." He laughed. "He also has Nagini."

"Nagini, what's that?"

"It is his snake, loyal to him through everything, more so than his Death Eaters."

"What kind of snake is she?"

"We don't know, but you can bet she probably has some sort of poison, he wouldn't have use for a snake that had no defenses."

"Of course. Hey, random question, When the Chamber was open, the Sorting Hat gave Potter Gryffindor's sword- and I know it had to do with him being a Gryf at heart- but if a Slytherin needed help would the Hat have anything to give?"

"All of the Founders gave something to future generations. Godric the sword, Helga gave a protection amulet, Rowena gave a book of spells and enchantments, but Salazar. Miss Weasley-oh very well then- Ginny, Salazar gave something more. He gifted a part of his own magic, and it can only be given once."

"But why? Did he really think something horrible would happen- not that it hasn't- but still?"

"Salazar was a Seer, he saw something evil many years down the road and he didn't want to take any chances, he died not long after."

"How did he die?"

"He died in the war, the war in which the Earth took back her powers; in fact the war is everything. That was when the Ancients still roamed freely, but the wizards were growing weaker than the Ancients, obviously, and they wanted more power, that's what started the war. It ended with Salazar; he had the others drop the protective shield saying the madness needed to stop. So he went out and they barely had enough time to raise the shields before he sacrificed himself."

"What?"

"He threw his magic out and the force of pure magic killed everyone within a kilometer, everyone save the people in the shield. To cast out your magic is a painful ordeal; magic is what gives us longer lives, what helps us survive the things we do. When he threw out his magic he interrupted the flow of the natural magicks causing an explosion of sorts, his good magic threw back all the negative magic."

"Sir, how is that possible? I mean the war was what caused the muggles so how does that work?"

"Muggles came during the first part of the war, wizards complained about not having as much power as the Ancients, so they had their magic stripped from them. The war wasn't nearly as bad in the beginning, in fact it had almost been settled, but a group of wizards mourning the loss of their family and friends who had become muggles and had therefore been banished caught an Ancient off-guard and, though she was stronger than them, she was greatly out numbered. Everyone felt her death, the Ancients most of all and the war started again, stronger than ever, everyone was out for blood. During the time the war was being settled the Founders had their dispute, Salazar didn't want muggleborns- they were the cause of the war- but the others didn't think it was right to blame the child for the parent's flaws and mistakes. I believe you know the rest."

"Is this what they teach in History of Magic? 'Cause if it is you really ought to get someone else to teach it, Professor Binns isn't doing it justice."

"Well Ginny, if there is nothing else, I suggest getting some food and letting those young men of yours know you're alright."

"Thank you, Professor." She said as she shut the door behind her and made her way back down the stairs. 'I went to see Dumbledore. Going to the Kitchens be back in a few.' She thought thinking of Blaise and Draco as she turned towards the Kitchens. She tickled the pear and was greeted by a group of house-elves when she stepped through the portrait hole. "Hi, can I get some food for me and two others?" half a dozen elves rushed off gathering food on silver trays.

"Does the Misses need anything else?" a house-elf asked.

"Actually, I was wondering if there was a way to get food sent to our room when we need it without having to make twenty trips down here a day?"

"Yes Misses, we can ask Professor Dumblydorr if we can gets yous a two way fridge?"

"Oh that would be terrific, thank you." She looked up to see the house-elves standing before her holding up a few trays of food. She focused on them and they hovered in front of her. "Thank you again." She smiled at them and turned to leave the trays floating out the portrait hole in front of her. She was quite a sight walking through the halls, silver trays floating around her and no wand to speak of.

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Blaise stood to help Ginny through the door when he say the trays but sat back down when he realized they were floating. He watched as she set them on the table in front of the couch and then he slid on to the floor, his back against the couch and his legs under the table, and started to eat. Ginny squeezed in beside him as Draco did on his right.

"We've got more powers." Ginny said.

"More?"

"Yepp, we're telepathic, we can speak to each other through thoughts, actually we can speak to anyone through thoughts, and anyone can speak to us- they just can't speak to each other."

"Cool." Blaise said.

"That explains earlier."

"Drake, that explains how I heard your voice after that thing with Ron at the beginning of the year."

"Huh?"

"I heard you say thanks but you weren't there when I turned around."

"Ahh, you big softie!" Blaise said ruffling Draco's hair, Draco sprayed pumpkin juice, and Ginny laughed.

"So, why'd you go see Dumbledore?" Draco asked fixing his hair.

"For Christ's sake Drake, you haven't got much hair and it's spiky no matter what you do to it." She swatted his hand away from around Blaise who in turn grabbed their hands and held them in his. "Originally I went to quit our lessons so we'd have more time to train, but then we talked about Voldy, he's telepathic too, and he's got a snake as well."

"Good for him." Blaise said looking at them. "So why'd you leave to begin with?"

"Well I got out of my bath and found you two, shall I say occupied? So I let you be and went to Dumbledore.

"Now all we have is prepping for Voldy."

"And anything else that comes…." Draco added and the others looked at him "What? It has been my experience that if you say it can't get any worse then it always gets worse, this is the same thing. Figured I'd go ahead and say that we don't know if there is anything after Voldy." He shrugged.

"Whatever." Blaise and Ginny said together.

"Ok, if we're Elementals, what does that make you?" Draco asked Blaise.

"Me, the Spirit in me gives me the power to control aspects of the weather. I can create storms, of any kind I think, and make them disappear as well. So I suppose I'm an Elemental as well, just not, damn technicalities."

"What's next?" Ginny asked them.

"More training?" Draco supplied.

"Fuck that! I'm going to bed." Blaise said walking away from them.

"To do what?" she asked.

"Gee, now that would be up to you." He smirked crawling under the covers and then threw her his pants.

Arthur and Molly Weasley looked distraught as they sat across from the Hogwarts Headmaster, leader of the Order of the Phoenix, and the most respected wizard alive.

"Albus, he's practically declared war!" Arthur shouted and Molly sobbed.

"He's… they're... gone." She mumbled.

"Is Harry ready for this? Can he defeat Voldemort in battle?"

"It is no longer Harry's responsibility." 'Ginevra, I need you in my office, bring Draco and Blaise.'

"What do you mean, Albus?" Molly asked wiping her eyes.

"Harry is not the one to bring Voldemort down."

"Then who is?" At that moment the door opened and the three Slytherins walked in.

"Mum, dad, what're you doing here?"

"Molly, Arthur, you remember Virginia and Darien. They are back, stronger than ever, and they have another. This is Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, together they will destroy Voldemort."

"Yea, but what are you doing here? What the fuck is going?" Ginny asked.

"Voldemort has made an unofficial declaration of war." The man said gravely. Ginny shook her head.

"Mum? Dad?" her voice was strained.

"The Ministry was attacked, as was Diagon Alley."

"And?"

"Percy's dead…."

"Gin," her mother spoke up. "You should sit."

"No. What the hell?" she was tearing up despite the fact that she really didn't like Percy but he was still family.

"Gin, Bill's gone too." Her mother started crying again.

"No. NO. NO!" she sank to the floor crying. "Bill." She croaked. "Noooo."

"Gin?...Love?"

"Kitten? You need to breathe." Her tears were flowing freely and Draco and Blaise sat next to her in the floor, their arms wrapped around her. The three adults sat watching them, Ginny tilted her head back looking to the Heavens, her eyes pitch black save for the blood red flames in them and she screamed. She dropped her head to her chest and closed her eyes, crying.

"If it's a war he wants, it's a war he will get." She whispered, venom dripping from her words.

A/N: just to clear up the talking and the thoughts: spoken words are "example" speaking through thoughts is 'example' and regular thoughts a person keeps to their self is 'example'...hope that helps...and for the record bill and charlie were the only brothers she really cared for...yea...this chap was beta-read by my bestest friend steph aka coldflamez..so check her out too..kk enjoy and dont forget to r/r thanks-manda