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I ignore her.
:I think that we should just let her humiliate herself,: Ash comments, :the majority of the Weasley's are so good at that.:
There was a sound of someone huffing trying to catch up to us, and I keep facing forward.
"Ginerva Weasley!" she screeches again, this time grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking.
There is a sharp crack as Ash backhands her across the face. Molly pulls back and glares at her. The one glare that could stop the twins up to their worst mischief, but I found it no longer pulled a heart stopping reaction out of me. Ash simply stares at her. Almost like she was waiting for a small child to finish a temper tantrum, knowing that it would eventually end itself and the child would come crawling back for love and attention.
"Who do you think you are?" she hisses, "How dare you strike your elder?"
"My elder, you think yourself my elder. You who dares to harm my sister?" Ash growls.
"Sister? Sister! This ungrateful brat has no sister," Molly sneers, "and I doubt that she would be friends or family with a Death Eater slag like you. I've trained her better."
"That would have been true if you hadn't petitioned to have her removed from their family. Trained her, is she a dog now?" Ash retorts.
"And Ash brought me into hers. I didn't not ask her to, she offered to. And she has been a better family to me than you ever have," I hiss at Molly, "she's shown me what it means to have a true family. She never turned her back on me, like you lot did."
"A true family, them! That's laughable," she growls, "all they're doing is setting you up to fall. They're going to drag you before their Dark Lord and make you take his mark. Right now they're just weaving a web of lies over your eyes. Who would really want you to be family."
I laugh bitterly, "they're the ones going to force me to be something I'm not. They're going to force me down the road to darkness, to madness. You're the one who did that, you're the one who is trying to make me something I'm not. A tame little house mouse, fawning over someone who doesn't want me, who you've stuffed to the brim with lies that were spoon fed from your knee."
"We have never lied to you, we are your family. We have no reason—" Molly begins.
"You have never lied to me! You've spent the past 15 years lying to me," I snarl, "only now, the wool has been pulled off of my eyes."
I could see in her eyes, the moment her patience snaps. She grabs my arm and starts trying to haul me bodily away from my friends.
"That's it," she snaps, her voice authoritative, "we're going to St. Mungo's. They'll sort you out right quick. And I'll make sure they don't let you go until you're in your right mind again."
A hand comes down on Molly's wrist, squeezing until her hand opens and drops my arm. I step back into Ash.
"I think that she's made it very clear that she is not going to go anywhere with you, that she wants nothing to do with you," Ash drawls over my head, "and don't think we'll stand by and let you bully her.
"You gave up your rights to tell her what to do when you took that first step into the ministry. It's done, and now there is nothing that you can do about it. I've traditionally brought her into my family. None of the Weasley blood is left in her veins. Shove off."
She throws her wrist back into her face.
"Come one, we've things to do," Ash says, turning her back on Molly.
A hand on my shoulder turns me as well. We only make it a few steps down the street when Molly whips out her wand. Ash stumbles forward a step, a hex striking her right between the shoulder blades. There was a cold death in Ash's eyes when she turned around to face her again.
"What a noble woman you are," she says sarcastically, "that you cannot even attack me while I am facing you. You have to wait for my back to be turned before you attack."
She takes out her wand and points it at the woman standing so arrogantly in the street, thinking that there was nothing a student could do that she wouldn't be able to handle. With a small flick of the slender piece of wood, Molly found herself on the ground.
"You think me defenseless because I am young and you are wise. When you are not wise, and I am stronger because I am older," Ash continues, "you think that Ginverva has no friends. She does. You think that without you, she has no family. She does. It seems that in the years that she has lived with you, you did not even try to get to know your own daughter. And now, you have lost the chance. If you dare strike me again, I will not hesitate to duel you."
And with that Ash turns and walks to the door of the building, right as she walks through the door I could sense her lifting the spell. She went up to the front desk and tapped to get the receptionist's attention. The woman looked up for a second before indicating that Ash could go through and head up the stairs.
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I push away the anger that still is seething below the surface, the point between my shoulder blades still stinging where the spell had hit.
Going up the short flight of stairs to the solicitor's office, I knock only once before walking into the office. He stands up and comes around the desk taking my hand and shaking once gently before doing the same to Ginerva standing behind me.
"Well, this is just a formality. You already know what is going to happen," he says.
He turns and picks up the papers off of his desk.
"I need you to sign these forms" he says, "confirming that everything is as it is supposed to be." He shuffles the papers on his desk again. "And these are the papers to legally bring Ms. Ginny into your family."
I sign the first set of papers that he had handed to me and hand them back quickly. As I set the quill to the second set of papers, I can feel the pressure of Ginny's eyes on me. I smirk as I sign it with a large flourish.