Chp. 3
Ginny stepped out into the great hall; it hadn't changed at all since the war. She remembered how excited she had felt when it came time to come back to Hogwarts for another year, she looked around now and all she could remember was the death and destruction the war caused. She mentally shook her head, readjusted Zander on her hip and moved forward with Ron, Hermione, Harry and Luna. She stayed behind them hoping no one would notice her, they had all agreed not to mention her unless asked. She watched all her old school mates come up and talk to the others never even glancing towards her. Ginny sighed and eventually made her way up to the astronomy tower, Zander still sat on her hip. No one stopped her or even glanced at her, she muttered under her breath at everyone, she hadn't realized it had meant so much to her till now, she wasn't hiding she was waiting. Waiting for someone to pull her out of her shell and throw her back into the world. Her family wasn't going to do it for fear she might break, she wasn't porcelain she wouldn't shatter if held too hard she had been through the same war they had and fought her own. She was a 'big girl' now. "Bunch of prats!" she cursed after closing the door behind her "How could they not see? Not one recognized me! Some friends!" she put Zander down and watched him as she ranted.
"The hair change is a bit much" a deep voice said from the shadows. She was silent her magic tingling ready to defend her son if need be. "Relax I'm not here to cause trouble. I've done enough of that" the voice confided.
"Show yourself!" she demanded, the figure sighed
"If you insist" the figure emerged from the shadows head down, hands in their pockets, Ginny noticed their hair first, their white hair glittering in the moon light. Her breath caught in her throat suffocating her.
*
Ginny woke a few minutes later to the sound of Zander crying. She sat up quickly cause her to become lightheaded, with her hand on her head she looked around "What happened?" she asked
"You passed out" the voice from before said. She snapped her head to the right and found Draco Malfoy trying to comfort her crying son. She thought back, the last thing she remembered was Malfoy lunging forward with a worried look on his face. She scoffed in her head and convinced herself she was seeing things. "Everyone down there is convinced your dead Ginny" her breath caught when he used her first name. "You can't honestly blame them for not recognizing you?" she didn't reply, she just stared at him "I have to get back down there I'm sure my fiancé is running amuck" he handed Zander to her and turned to leave.
"Your engaged?" she asked causing him to turn around
"Not all that surprising is it? I've been told to marry her since I was born. I never had the option of making my own choice of marrying someone like you" he turned and left her alone with a sobbing one year old.
"Someone like me?" she asked herself. She sighed "Guess it's time to give up the charade, it's time to go back to being Ginevra Weasley" she let the glamour fall around her, her red hair fell around her face framing her smouldering hazel eyes and cherry red lips. She had grown a bit in the last year she was now around 5'6, mostly legs. She stood, brushing her dress off and scooping up Zander. She made her way back down to the ball, she stopped by the door and took a deep breath. She walked into the sea of familiar faces and braced herself for no one to notice her. Everyone stopped and looked at her, she noticed Malfoy starring surprisingly hard, she was suddenly surrounded by hundreds of people asking millions of questions.