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Cunning like a Fox

By: Jodelle

"A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls

If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face"

-A Thousand Years, By: Sting

Chapter 6: Of Past Lives

Ginny's eyes snapped open out of habit at six am sharp even though it was a Saturday. She quietly slipped out of bed trying not to disturb her room mates especially Pansy who was a light sleeper. When she went into the shower she put up a silencing charm so the girls wouldn't hear the water rushing noisly through the old pipes.

It took Ginny fifteen minutes to get ready and when she did she looked dangerous. She was dressed in her auror training gear and carried the thick Head Aurors Manual under an arm. Afraid to put a spell on such a valuable book to shrink or disguise it she had simply put a blue cloth cover around it and had written on that cover a title in random bits of Bulgarian. It might interest people initially but why would they disturb something that they couldn't read even if they wanted to.

Again she used the trick where you close your eyes and sensed what was around you. She smiled unconciously as she realized Draco was on patrol as he was a prefect. In her old world they'd gotten along well enough although it highly irritated her brothers. It was upseting to see him return to being such a stuck up brat.

Ginny easily avoided all the prefects and the occasional teacher. She was soon sitting in the room of requirement that had taken the form of her old apartment. She stood in the kitchen taking out a teapot and brewing a batch of peach tea. The tea reminded her of watery apple juice.

She'd always been a tea person not caring much for coffee unless she was really tired and needed a pick-me-up. She smiled into her teacup upon seeing that the tea leaf remains took the shape of a – well a ring. She looked again mildly surprised as this meant something along the lines of marriage...perhaps a marriage purposal?

Ginny hadn't even dated much in her old life, she figured she feared commitment or deep down didn't really care much for the men she dated. Of course why bother dating when the man who was the love of your life was dead?

It was true that she could search for her love early but the thing was the boy had been so different as a child compared to the adult he'd become. He'd reminded her of an angel with his soft elegant features. Shaking her head she tried to stop the tears that were welling up in her eyes from falling. It wasn't that she was ashamed of crying but rather afraid if she started to cry that she'd never stop. As it was she swipped away a couple of tears before walking up to her bookshelf.

They were supposed to be put in a trance and go deeper into their subconcious until they reached the bottom of stairs. This was simply meant to make a person concentrate and look deeper within themselves. At the end of class they'd do a quick reading of tea leaves.

She started swearing when she heard the big clock start ringing. She only had five minutes to reach Trewalny who was at least fifteen minutes away. Merlin be praised she was going to be late.

"Now everyone should choose a handkerchief and spray some of your choice perfume on them. Good. My dears this will help you overpower your senses so they will yeild to you and let you push past the present to get into the past. Your eyes we will cover with these tea bags to help keep your eyes closed while you are caught in a memory."

Professor Trelawney walked around the room handing out the wet tea bags and handkerchiefs. Ginny chose a mint smelling perfume when the tray laden with perfume bottles floated by her. She sniffed it and started to sneeze upon inhaling the sharp smell. After she got used to it she sighed in contentment and frowned when she realized she didn't have any peppermints to suck on which she craved at that moment.

She sat down by Neville who started trying to put her in a trance. However knowing Neville it would take him longer to learn how to put someone in a trance in comparision with the other students. Trelawney soon came to sit by them when she noticed the trouble they were having. Although one might say Trelawney was a fraud there were somethings she knew how to do from rote memorization.

"Alright Dear. Close your eyes breath in and out slowly. Squeeze my hand gently when you are as relaxed as you can get."

Five minutes later Ginny gently squeezed Trelawneys hand and Trelawney slid a fluffy pillow behind her head. She then held the perfume coated handkerchief over the girls nose and put the wet tea bags over her eyes.

"Okay. Now imagine that you are walking down a long flight of stairs. One like the main staircase on the fifth floor. The further down the stairs you go the more relaxed you feel and feel less anchored to your body. Act as if you're flying from your body."

Ginny felt a shiver go up her spine as she imagined herself a ghost floating above her body. " Now imagine at the bottom of the stairs there is a large garden. Take it all in before moving past it into a room filled with mirrors. Each mirror shows you a different past life look into one dear what do you see?"

Ginny felt overwhelmed for a moment by the sight of herself. She was being held tightly in the arms of a blond man as she sobbed into his chest. She was then being torn from his arms by what appeared to be a muggle mob as she saw not a single wand.

She screamed a scream loud enough to wake the dead as they tied her to a stake. She realized she must be a muggleborn as they called out her crimes of witchcraft. If she'd known how to use her magic she could have apparated away or used a flame freezing charm.

Someone tossed fagots at her feet for kindling of the fire. As they lit the fire she heard the blond man cry out to her, "Jeannine, I know you didn't mean to-that you're not evil! Tell them Jeannine make them listen!" As he tried to rush forward to strong men grabbed him around the middle and by the arms pulling himn away.

Before they covered her head with a sack she finally caught a good look at the man. He looked just like Draco Malfoy only he was different. He didn't have such pride as to not cry for her as she was burning. Several times she heard him break free of his captors only to be captured yet again. She could hear a girl screaming and realized she was the one screaming but strangely she felt no pain.

In real life her eyes flew open. She sat bolt upright the tea bags falling off her face and into her lap. Panting she looked around herself terrified for a moment that it had been real.

Trelawney let go of her hand and walked over to her shelf filled with teacups. She stood on her tip toes and returned to Ginny with a potion. She was about to ask what the potion was when Trelawney explained that it was a calming potion.

"Not all past memories are pleasant so I get Professor Snape to brew this especially for this class. The best idea is to keep you eyes open so you don't imagine the event in your mind and breath deeply as a lot of emotions are made by our breathing. Tired-panting, angry-sharp intake of breath, crying-being racked with sobs. ... the list goes on. "

Ginny nodded softly whispering to the teacher what had happened. She winced upon remembering the panic she was in during the past life regression. Then upon remembering Draco's face she asked the question that had been in the back of her mind.

"If we have someone that is married to us in a past life should one marry them again?"

Trelawney look surprised. "You think that you saw your soulmate!?!"

Ginny bit her lip and nodded. Trelawney explained that we could love multiple people throughout our lives but our soulmates knew us in some way shape and form in every life we'd ever lived in. They were always there regardless of if they were really involved with our lives or not.

"Your personalities change in each new life so I can't say how well you'd mesh with your soulmate but there is always love to be found in a match between soulmates."

Ginny thought on this and trembled. It always came back to Draco Malfoy the man who wore an angels face but acted like a demon. Of all the people it just had to be him!

Ginny sighed thinking, 'Give it a few years he can't remain a brat forever. He'll grow up.'

Ginny then slunk out of the Divination room heading toward her dorm for a much needed nap.

A/N: I know it's a little shorter than most of my posts but I hope you enjoy it all the same.

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