"Miss Weasley..." Dumbledore welcomed her into his private quarters.

Dumbledore was still alive, though very weak. Malfoy had lowered his wand during the Death Eater riot. Snape had come a millisecond before the other Death Eaters, and was able to stow Dumbledore away, after getting Dumbledore a special potion.

Dumbledore was minutes away from dying, but Snape had provided him with a potion that would give him a little more strength to last, while Snape could go back to the Dark Lord and then come back to prepare the final potion that the headmaster needed.

Harry was still resentful though, because both Malfoy and Snape had paused before helping Dumbledore. That meant, at least in his mind, that they weren't truly good.

"Miss Weasley, " Dumbledore repeated, finally catching her attention, "here's your packet." The headmaster said, handing her a packet of parchment.

"Packet?" Ginny asked. They were both seated in the Order's meeting room, however they were both alone.

She was especially grateful to him for asking her to come inside, because her mother was in hysterics and arguing with her father.

"Well you certainly can't go back in time as Ginny Weasley from the future. You need a life that doesn't consist of this life. Ginny," Dumbledore said, try to phrase his next sentence carefully, "Who do you think your mother shares her deepest secrets with?"

"Well, Dad of course."

"Why do you think that is?"

"That one's obvious enough, no offense Professor: it's because they're husband and wife. They're close and...involved," Ginny stuttered, slightly embarrassed.

"That's right... Now, tell me exactly, how do you think that Salazar is going to spill his secrets to you, a student?"

"Well I don't know. I'll probably —Sir?" Ginny gasped, shocked. "You don't expect me to... seduce Salazar Slytherin?"

"That's what I'm suggesting. Although it would be best not to tell anyone."

"Sir, you expect me to become his mistress? Have an affair with someone in the past? A teacher?" Ginny said heatedly, disgusted that her own headmaster could even suggest such a thing.

"Now, now, Miss Weasley. Don't twist my words. 'Mistress' is an extremely strong expression. I'd only expect you to do what you'd do with any of your boyfriends. Honestly Miss Weasley, what other choice would there be? A student, Ginny," said Dumbledore.

"I'm appalled that you of all people would bring this up," Ginny frowned.

"Yet you agree. I see it in your eyes." Dumbledore sighed.

"Yes, unfortunately I do," Ginny said.

She looked down at the parchment in her hands.

Name: Ginevra Black

Age: 17

From: Shrewsbury, Wales, England

House: Slytherin

Hobbies: Quidditch, Archery, breeding exotic magical plants

Favorite Things: Italian dinners, dancing, moonlit walks, dragons,

History: Pureblood father (mother died) is working full time in Paris, France. Heard of the new school Hogwarts, and decided to send his daughter off to 'boarding school'. No siblings, but is strong and independent. Reason for her house quality: Is sneaky and can get out of troubling situations with sly, Slytherin wit.

"So I really am going into Slytherin?" Ginny asked, struggling to hide her discomfort.

"Well you'd get closest to him in that house." Dumbledore said, as if stating the obvious.

"Sir, what am I exactly looking for on Horcruxes?" Ginny questioned.

"Well, Ginny, we need to know more about them. Dear me, how to explain... Ah! When you were at school how did you learn various spells, potions, and history of famous witches and wizards?"

"We... um, well, we studied them?" Ginny mumbled, feeling rather stupid.

"Exactly! You learned their history and studied them thoroughly. Unfortunately, we are quite incapable of studying horcruxes for, as you know very well, we are rather short on real horcruxes," Dumbledore explained, a twinkle highly visible in his eyes. "So all we really want you to do is learn as much as possible about the horcruxes; and who better to learn from than the very man who may well have created them?!"

"So Ginny: how does it feel to be going back into time?" Fred asked charmingly.

"I'd be scared as-" Angelina stopped as Ginny gave her a look. The older girl smiled disarmingly at her. "Well, as if I was going back in time to a powerful wizard who knew more about things than he should."

Alicia piped in, "And that most of the weight of the Order rested in my hands and possibly the wizarding world would cease to exist if I botched it up. In short, I'd be absolutely terrified!"

"Well we'd never know it to look at you," George reassured her. Alicia grabbed George's hand as he winked at her.

"Shut up, you prat," she grinned, teasing him gently before kissing him on the cheek.

"Alright now, stop that before Ron isn't the only one to puke slugs," Charlie raised his eyebrow. "Come on Ginny. Let's go pack some of your things...shi-ort snouted dragons!"

"Nice save," Ginny smirked, glancing at Mum to see if she had noticed Charlie's almost slip.

"Thanks. Um...Professor Dumbledore?" Charlie said, standing to greet the headmaster as he entered the room.

"Yes?" Dumbledore replied; his eyes were twinkling.

"Well if Ginny's going to be acting as a superior pureblooded prick, she can't just show up in hand-me-down robes."

"Never fear, Mr. Weasley, I have that covered. Two Slytherin sets of robes are waiting for your sister in her bedroom. Now Ginny, don't forget to ask the Hat to place you in Slytherin. Tell him you're on a mission from the future." Dumbledore replied. "I also took the liberty of setting out a few sets of more casual outfits upstairs."

"Thank..." Ginny replied, absentmindedly. Who would've thought she'd be doing this?

"Ginny," Mrs. Weasley chided.

"Oh, right... sorry. Thank you, Professor." Ginny said, formerly.

"Quite alright my dear," Dumbledore replied. "Now hurry and pack up. You'll be leaving tomorrow morning." Ginny nodded and ran upstairs to her room and grabbed a few trunks. Ginny glanced at the 'few sets of casual clothes' on her bed. More like seven sets! All beautiful, new clothes.

Ugh I sound so shallow. Ginny thought. Hey, I can sound shallow! I'm not Ginny Weasley anymore! I'm Ginny Black! She countered.

No, you're Ginny Weasley. You're playing the part of Ginny Black, and you and Ginny Black are not shallow.

Ginny harrumphed sourly. Why do I always win? Or the better question, why does my blimming annoying side always win?

Most of the clothes were Slytherin green; a few were a lovely sapphire color that complimented her hair quite nicely.

Ginny stuffed them in her trunk along with her robes and dress robes (all of which had been conveniently on her bed). She assumed Dumbledore knew well enough to be discreet about all the items provided for her. If her mum knew about all the new extravagant trinkets and garments, she'd go bonkers.

Ginny also packed a magical quill that wrote in her 'father's' handwriting, two large bags of galleons, for her spending money.

Well one thing's for sure, Ginny thought guiltily as she placed the heavy money bags in her trunk. My pureblood father is bloody loaded.

It was expected that the school would provide the text books for each year, since the school was just starting; it was most likely still rather small.

.

"Ginny, you be a good girl do you hear? Oh, I'm going to miss you so much!" Mrs. Weasley cried.

"You take care now. Prank 'em so Hogwarts will be prepared for us!" George and Fred said.

"Do well, Pumpkin." Mr. Weasley said, kissing her head.

Tonks grasped her hand, blinking tears out of her eyes, "Take care of yourself Ginny, and do come back soon!" Professor Lupin (Not professor anymore, Ginny reminded herself) put his hand on Tonks' shoulder and led her away.

"Miss Weasley, this spell we're using is complex magic. As long as you are back in time, the time here will remain the same. When you wish to come back, you must do this." Dumbledore performed a series of complex movements of the wand. He taught Ginny quickly.

"After you do that, say soothsayer. That way it will only become complete when you want to come home."

"Don't fail, Ginny. We're counting on you. Try to have a bit of fun, as well," Dumbledore whispered, winking at her.

Ginny clad in simple black robes, holding her trunks, an owl in its cage, and everything she needed, watched Dumbledore move his wand in a slow pattern. It made her slightly woozy, and when he said "Sayer Sooth," she saw a flash of violet purple light come out of his wand, and the faces of her friends slowly disappeared.