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Summary: When Ginny Weasley, head auror, wakes up from a coma she finds that things are not as they should be. Returned to the body of a fourth year she isn't quite the girl people remember.
Cunning like a Fox
By: Jodelle
"I am sometimes a fox and sometimes a lion. The whole secret of government lies in knowing when to be the one or the other."-Napoleon
Chapter 1: Auror Ginny
Ginny sighed into her pillow. Yawning she realized she'd been drooling on her pillow and wiping the corners of her mouth she made a noise of disgust. Turning herself over moving sluggishly she pushed her blankets back and was surprised when she felt silk brush coolly against her uncovered legs rather than the scratchy wool she was used to.
Shivering she looked around at the unfamiliar room. In one corner was a vanity, on the wall next to it was a door that must lead to the bathroom, and directly across the room from that door was a large window with a tiny ray of sunshine coming in through a thin line of it not covered by the drapes.
Her large four poster bed dressed in blue silk and velvet was in the middle of the room with the window to one side and the door to the other side. As she sat up right she swore softly as her elbow hit a small nightstand almost knocking over a pitcher of water.
She frowned a little as she rubbed her bruised elbow. Merlin...what did that word mean. It was as if she'd just spoken gibberish.
Yawning she muttered more gibberish and realized she understood herself now. Where had she learned French she wondered. Her thoughts were cut short as a tiny aged house elf popped into the room carrying a letter that glowed red in it's gnarled hands. Hmm...a howler Ginny mused reaching for the nightstand for her wand.
And to think people disliked them. Ginny grinned at the thought of hearing her boss yell at her about something that didn't really matter... the man could be such a perfectionist. Casting a spell to make it so nobody else would be disturbed by the noise she gently crushed the bit of wax holding the envelope closed.
Boom...
"Ginevra Molly Weasley," here Ginny blinked hard. "I've had enough of your sassy back talk! Your father is ill and how dare you say you don't want to come visit him at the hospital! I don't care if hospitals make you uneasy this is your father we're talking about! I'm sending Pig with the tickets for your trains and you would do well to actually board them or I will personally come to get you and if I have to, well by Merlin, you better pray I don't have!"
What was she twelve? Ginny scowled wondering if she'd said someone to her mother in the middle of the night as she couldn't remember ever saying she wouldn't visit her father or hearing he was sick for that matter.
Lifting a hand to ruffle her short hair she paused as she felt something that felt like soft fluff, rather than her bristly short pixie cut, she felt long locks that she had to remove from in front of her eyes. She wondered if she had been prepared for another raid by Mandy their disguise guru.
Stretching Ginny scooted off the bed and made her way to the closet to select a uniform. Throwing open the door in her haste she was surprised to see an assortment of blue cloaks paired with a blue gray dresses. She frowned as she tried to remember where she'd seen such a thing before when it hit her.
That uniform was what the girls from Beauxbatons had worn when they'd shown up at the Triwizard Tournament. Frowning more deeply she wondered why these were there in place of her auror uniform with it's notice-me-not enchantment and it's assortment of useful pockets.
It was at this moment that her eyes fell upon a collage of pictures tapped to the inside of the door. She gapped at pictures of herself with girls she'd never seen all wearing matching Beauxbaton's uniforms. There was a pretty blond girl with a mischievous grin that could rival the twins grinning back at her, a girl with black hair that was blue at the tips, and a girl with pale peach hair that had a frizzy-ness to it that rivaled Hermione which she supposed must be a muggleborn as she had, little seen in the magical world, braces.
She stared before looking frantically around the room as a child does when they lose their mother in a crowd. Ginny grabbed onto the clothing in the closet and shoved them aside before throwing them onto the bed trying desperately to find her auror uniform to assuage her sudden fear. Not finding her black attire anywhere in sight she turned around to face her room that was now in shambles.
Pushing everything off the bed she noticed for the first time that there were drawers underneath the bed. With shaking hands she yanked the drawers out and stared dumbfound at much of the same as what she'd found in her closet. She had handfuls of photographs, the camera from which she guessed they'd come from, oodles of clothes, sketchbooks, art supplies, and the one thing that let her relax.
She held a generic spiral, in the color she like best, which was emerald green. Hoping to find details of the day prior she was horrified when she saw instead an entry she didn't remember writing in French no less. Sure it was her handwriting but something was amiss here. Her department had never sent her on a mission without letting her be aware of the details...if this wasn't a mission she couldn't make sense of this sudden change of scenery.
Ginny slumped to the floor her hair obscuring her view of the fistful of photos she held. If nobody had disturbed her there she would have stayed. In normal Ginny mode she would have sifted through the rooms contents more until everything made sense but she felt so overwhelmed.
"Now really dear it can't be that bad," a beautiful voice spoke with a bit of an accent affecting the words. Ginny spine went rigid in panic as she looked for the speaker. Nobody was there she thought after looking in every direction.
"Over here dear."
Ginny looked over at the vanity and saw her own reflection looking back at her with a sympathetic look. Her eyes went wide taking in a much younger face than the one she was used to seeing. Her doppleganger in the mirror smiled widely before winking.
"Don't worry dear, magic remember. How about we get you cleaned up and smiling again, then we can move on to tidying up the room."
Ginny nodded mutely. Taking out her wand she said a few cleaning spells to put the room back in order before returning to the mirror. She snapped her fingers causing the mirror's personality to stop affecting her appearance and saw her image stand still.
Ginny thought she looked to be about fifteen as she brought her hands up to her face to feel how smooth her skin was as opposed to the wrinkles she was used to. The day prior she'd been forty-two and now she was fourteen maybe fifteen at most. Merlin, if it weren't for magic she'd swear she'd just lost her mind. So she looked fourteen but was she truly fourteen or was it a spell?
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Ginny collapsed on her bed as the sun began to set. She'd locked the doors with spells only an auror would know terrified of meeting the girls she'd seen in the photos before she knew what was going on. So this wasn't a spell she thought with a sigh of defeat. She'd then wondered if she'd been given a potion but if she'd been given one it would have worn off by now.
She wondered what she ought to do next and that was board a train.
-Jodelle...
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