Of loving defeats and happy memories
The days passed with surprising speed, New Year's Eve was a total blast (besides the fact that Sirius and the twins got smashed with Firewhisky and didn't escape Molly's death threats), and those days at Grimmauld Place were spent among games, parties, and joy: they were wonderful holidays for everyone.
Even the day at St. Mungo's went by quickly, but with a certain sadness for the kids: in a ward for long-term patients, they met Neville Longbottom who had gone to visit his parents who had been tortured into madness by Bellatrix Lestrange. Ginny couldn't forget the gentle face of Alice Longbottom as she stealthily approached her son Neville to give him a candy wrapper, a sign that she wanted to give him something in return: she wouldn't forget that day even if they hit her with a powerful Obliviate.
When the day of departure also arrived, Sirius was the picture of depression as he said goodbye to everyone.
"Take care of yourself, redhead," the man said to the girl, embracing her in a brief and gruff hug. "And never give up on him," he added seriously, stealthily indicating Harry who was saying goodbye to the other members of the Order of the Phoenix.
"I never really gave up on him," she retorted, the words coming out without any warning.
Those words began to echo in her mind throughout the return trip to school on the Knight Bus, even if at some point she had to let go of those thoughts and think instead of how to stand and not fall to the ground and hit her face on the bus windows.
Hogwarts always seemed to her like a fortress, safe as a home... and only at that moment did she realise how much that home was increasingly contaminated, with Umbridge waiting for them severely ready to make them pay for not asking her permission to leave in the middle of the night. Indeed, Ginny's friends told her the latest news saying that the old toad was beside herself with rage because Albus Dumbledore had bypassed the High Inquisitor once again.
"Blasting spells are the most useful charms in your arsenal," Harry was explaining to the members of Dumbledore's Army, the first evening back at school. He walked among them, who were arranged in two orderly rows and faced their opponent. "They are practically the ABCs of a wizard, you see. So, come on Dennis... give it a try."
Dennis Creevey, very small in his uniform, came forward and gave his teacher a big smile.
"He'll never make it," Dean muttered in Ginny's ear, who smiled and stretched her neck to see Ron and Hermione adjust the cushions behind Dennis as if they too took Dean Thomas's thought for granted. "Dennis is very small and is only twelve years old, while Harry... well... there's a reason he's teaching us to fight, right?" he added, winking kindly.
But Dennis took a deep breath and said: "Stupefy!" sent Harry crashing into the cushions without even giving him time to raise his wand. They were all surprised by the performance of that twelve-year-old and the kids couldn't wait to try that new spell. The pairs took turns in the centre of the room, with the cushions neatly lined up behind them and squared off against their opponents as in a real duel.
"Don't worry, I'll go easy on you..." Michael reassured her tensely, as he positioned himself in front of his girlfriend.
"Very kind of you," she commented amusedly, making the Creevey brothers cheer.
"Ready?" asked Harry and blew the whistle.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds, then...
"Stupef..."
"STUPEFY!" Ginny quickly shouted, interrupting Michael and waving her wand with a particular movement. Michael collapsed onto the cushions with a muffled noise, and many burst into admiring applause; Harry and Ron even congratulated her, but the girl had a vague idea that Ron had praised her only because she had Knocked Out her boyfriend.
"Really, you were great! Maybe if you managed to blast him away in real life too..."
"Ron!" Ginny huffed, but she was smiling as she watched Padma Patil help Michael get up.
"What? I'm just saying..." tried Ron.
"I think it's your turn, try to be a gentleman with Hermione," Ginny interrupted with a giggle, as Ron walked away and positioned himself in front of his cushions and his opponent. "Mh, as if there's a need..." she added maliciously, watching a determined Hermione: she would tear him to pieces.
"Who do you think will win, little sister?" asked Fred with a smirk.
Ginny replied: "Hermione" at the same moment George answered: "Ron."
"Ron?" repeated Fred confused and taken aback.
"Yes," affirmed George defensively.
"A sickle says Hermione wins, for Ron's shame."
"I'm in!"
But it was soon discovered that George had lost the bet and had to pay Fred a sickle, under the amused eyes of his sister and the embarrassed ones of Ron. George defended himself well by saying he just wanted to give him confidence but soon gave up and went to bet elsewhere, hoping to get his sickle back from the victorious twin.
"We had fun today, right?" Ginny smirked at her boyfriend as they left the Room of Requirement at the end of the lesson to be alone after about a month they hadn't even seen each other. He blushed at the embarrassing memory of a girl who Knocked him Out but in the end nodded, and led her to an empty classroom. "Come on... I know you wanted to be the gentleman but next time you can Knock me Out, if you want," she added, grinning.
"There will be no lack of opportunity," said Michael haughtily, his nose in the air.
Ginny laughed, annoying him even more. She was still wondering if breaking up with Michael on the spot without even having an explanation available was right for him and her, and in the end, she concluded that it was better to wait to see how things went. It was strange, but she really couldn't make a move towards him... and maybe she was exaggerating. If she really had to live her life, she shouldn't make it hell because of Harry Potter.
"Don't make that face... sit down, come on," Michael encouraged with a little smile, nodding his head towards the desk, but she had no intention of moving. He chuckled and lifted her up to place her on the desk and began to kiss her passionately. If someone had entered at that moment, their growth would have been stunted, and not just a little. It was only when Michael's hand began to slip under Ginny's sweater that she abruptly moved away from him.
"Sorry," she mumbled embarrassed by that rash action, while the boy frowned. "I thought I heard a noise coming from outside..." she added, wondering if shamelessly lying could be of any use to her.
"Really?" Michael asked, perplexed.
"Yes..."
The boy huffed annoyed but went to check, and when he reassured the girl that there was no one outside, not even Peeves or a ghost or any armor wanting to wander the corridors, the two resumed their activities from where they had left off. This time, Michael's hand didn't slip under Ginny's sweater but slightly under her skirt... and that's when the girl freaked out.
"What the hell are you doing?" she hissed frustrated, pushing the boy's hand away.
Michael was seriously taken aback. "What did I do?" he asked, and he seemed genuinely sincere. A furious look from the girl was enough to make him realise that he probably had gone too far with her, and he hurried to say: "Sorry, I didn't know it bothered you... you know, I'm not... well, sorry."
"Not what, exactly?"
Michael bit his lower lip, and didn't answer.
"Michael, don't make me do something I'd regret," Ginny warned with a tone too threatening, and put her hands inside the robe to pull out the wand in time, that is when the boy would refuse to tell her something.
"Alright! So... I... well... I'm not exactly... I mean, I'm not a virgin," Michael said quickly, blushing.
It was not going well at all.
"WHAT?" Ginny exploded like a buffalo, and her tone was far from calm. She had always suspected that Michael wasn't exactly as pure as his mother had made him but those were only assumptions, nothing really certain. "And when the hell were you planning to tell me? Holy heavens, I'm with someone who's already experimented! And you didn't tell me! And can I ask who was the girl?" she added, menacingly scary.
"Uh... Marietta Edgecombe," Michael said, the shadow of a smirk.
From bad to worse.
"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT, YOU BIG IDIOT?" Ginny screamed jumping down from the desk, as irate as she had never been. "Aha! Hands under the sweater, under the skirt... hoping I'll be one of your next ones? You have... you have... and you didn't tell me! It was the first thing you should have told me before getting together with me!"
"But what difference did it make?" Michael retorted, beginning to heat up himself because of the girl's too exaggerated reaction.
"You should have told me!"
"But what difference did it make? If it's too soon for you, I'm not..."
From worse to disaster.
"Soon? SOON?" Ginny shrieked hysterically, turning as red as a pepper and reaching a state of deep internal frustration. "Do you really hope I'll get into bed with you one of these days? AND DON'T AVOID IT!"
"No..."
"Yes, you do! Oh, go to hell"
And hissing a huge swear word, Ginny ran away muttering more curses against her boyfriend.
The day after, a rather sullen Micheal came to say good morning to the girl at the Gryffindor table under the surprised gaze of everyone (and the threatening look from Dean Thomas), and she, prompted by the continuous impatient huffs from her friend Vicky, who also had sharply reprimanded her for being too harsh on her boyfriend, apologised to him several times, and those apologies were sincere enough. Yes, Vick had almost threatened Ginny with death and had downplayed Micheal's non-virginity issue by saying it was nothing if the boy had done that with the best friend of the girlfriend's enemy. In the end, Ginny had to reluctantly admit that she had probably acted like a touchy little girl. Demelza even stunted her growth, but that was another matter.
"Listen, darling, I want to make it up to you for my oversight," Micheal said decisively, while Vick sighed. In fact, all the young girls (many twelve-year-olds) at the Gryffindor table were sighing, and that was not really a good thing for Ginny, who was starting to get seriously impatient.
"No... you don't have to..." she stammered, even more embarrassed.
"Yes, today is Valentine's Day and maybe we can go to Hogsmeade."
OUCH.
"Angelina expects us to train all day," she stammered again, without looking him in the eyes. "I told you I joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and Angelina wants us to train to be ready to beat Hufflepuff tomorrow and... I'm sorry, Micheal!" she added, truly dismayed.
"Oh, it's okay..." was his response, and after giving her a small kiss on the cheek, he almost ran away.
Ginny immediately looked at her two friends, who returned the same mortified look. The girl stuffed a slice of toast in her mouth, without really intending to eat anything else to complete that breakfast, with a mushy bite.
"Can't you just...?"
"No, not at all! I won't mess up a training session!" Ginny anticipated vehemently, already imagining her friend's intentions to play cupid. Vick was indeed a good friend but when it came to boys she lost her mind... and started meddling everywhere, playing cupid for couples in crisis. It was magnificent on her part but sometimes it really became stressful.
Anyway, if before Ginny didn't want to skip an important Quidditch training to dedicate herself to her offended and sulking boyfriend for the treatment received in those last days, after half an hour she had to admit that maybe a boring stroll in Hogsmeade between kisses and reconciliation caresses was better: the training was a total fiasco, especially because of a disheartened Ron.
"Stop... stop... STOP!" Angelina shouted for the tenth time, within fifteen seconds. "Ron, you must cover the central hoop if you're not sure! Just do it, don't fly around it otherwise the Quaffle can slip away, and tomorrow we cannot afford to lose! Okay... you can continue!"
And so they did.
Ginny took a long time to spot the Snitch and in the meantime glanced at the boys below: Kirke and Sloper were pathetic, wielding their Beater bats left and right, risking hitting not the Bludgers but the Chasers; Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were as excellent as always and made the difference for the whole team; Ron was... a hopeless case.
"ANDREW, YOU ALMOST KILLED KATIE!" Angelina barked, as the sun began to set behind the mountains of Hogwarts. "You too, Jack... Merlin, can you be more careful? Your job isn't to dismount members of your own team!"
"Sorry," muttered the two Beaters.
"And Ron, how many times do I have to tell you not to leave the hoops unguarded?"
"Why don't you just let me resign?" Ron growled, grumpy and in a very bad mood.
Ginny glided down, and heard Angelina say rather harshly, "I trust you, Ron! You come from a family of excellent players, you just lack confidence and self-belief. You have to give it your all, I won't let you resign when I know you can give your best!"
The training lasted another ten minutes and it was only when Angelina had a nervous breakdown due to Ron's umpteenth wrong guard, not to mention when Kirke actually hit Katie on the head causing her severe dizziness and making the Bludgers he missed attempt to kill Ginny, making her think only of saving her skin by abandoning the search for the Golden Snitch, that the training ended beautifully. Angelina was almost in tears, but reassured the girls that they (she stressed that word a lot) had played well and thanked them for being there in such a critical moment.
"Come on, Angie... we can always make it..." said Alicia, but she wasn't even convinced herself.
"Yes," sniffled the Captain, with eyes now sparkling with tears. Then she headed to the changing rooms alone, probably to find a plausible excuse for a future suicide in the showers that involved drowning herself.
"Hufflepuff will tear us apart..." muttered Katie, as soon as Angelina was at a safe distance. "Kirke is really a sissy: I need to go to Madam Pomfrey to get my head fixed. The last thing Gryffindor needs is to lose another team member and get disqualified, resulting in..."
"... Angelina really committing suicide," Ginny concluded for her, wiping the mud off her hands.
The day of the match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, Ginny was so nervous she chewed her nails to the point of bleeding before heading down to the changing rooms, with Vicky and Demelza breathing encouragement down her neck and telling her it would be okay: she really wanted to believe it. It was her first game, and she wanted to make a good impression in front of everyone, even putting on her robe backward until Demelza took charge of the situation.
Angelina and the Slytherins were right: Hufflepuff would thrash them, and if Smith went around snubbing them, they would really be in trouble.
"Come on, guys... good luck to all, and give it your all!" Angelina encouraged them, skipping the usual pre-game speech. The players nodded, and Ginny checked her reflection: she was as white as a ghost from nervousness, but better white than green like Ron.
"Go for it!" exclaimed Vicky cheerfully, leaving the changing rooms.
"Yes, good luck everyone!" said Demelza happily, following her friend out.
Ginny mounted her broom and exited the changing room following the Chasers, cheered by a couple of joyful shouts from the Gryffindors as Lee introduced the team. Angelina gave her a timid smile before approaching the Hufflepuff team captain for a handshake, and Ron quickly shot to the hoops without looking anyone in the face.
"Looks like the Gryffindor team has got some new talent!" Lee announced through the magical megaphone, closely monitored by a stern Minerva McGonagall. "Andrew Kirke, Jack Sloper, and Ginny Weasley, sister of Keeper Ron and the former Beaters Fred and George... also a promising new talent for the team created by Angelina Johnson! And here the two captains come closer!"
"Shake hands: we start at my whistle. One... two... three!"
"And they're off!" Lee energetically announced, and Ginny soared up hoping to quickly find that Golden Snitch and not embarrass herself in front of the whole school. Summersby, the Hufflepuff Seeker and her opponent in that first game, gave her a big smile before heading in the opposite direction, holding a tissue in his left hand and sneezing unexpectedly: he had a cold.
Good to know... thought the girl, seeing a glimmer of light.
Lee's commentary made everything exciting, but there was nothing exciting about that disastrous game. Not even ten minutes had passed before Smith had already scored twice, Kirke was already panicking and missing the Bludgers, Sloper was already having vision problems and swinging the Beater bat left and right, and Ginny hadn't even spotted a trace of the Snitch. If only she could get her hands on that tiny golden ball... it would save Ron from further embarrassment.
"Spinnet with the Quaffle, passes to Bell and... Smith takes the Quaffle!" moaned Lee, as the two Seekers flew over the field looking for a golden glimmer. Ginny saw the Snitch fluttering around Summersby's ankle but hesitated: she couldn't risk the boy noticing he had the ball right under his nose and snatching victory for Hufflepuff. "Smith with the Quaffle heading towards the opposing goal, Smith near the goal... come on Ron, block him!" but the cheers came from Hufflepuff. "And he scores! Another goal by Zacharias Smith of Hufflepuff! Tough luck, Ron!" added the commentator.
"Yes, tough luck..." muttered Ginny, annoyed, as she closely marked Summersby.
"And here's Johnson with the Quaffle dodging Smith and... OH SHI..."
McGonagall snatched the magical megaphone from Lee's hands because he had let slip a huge swear word: Sloper hadn't seen the Bludger and had swung his bat at Angelina's teeth, resulting in Kirke being left alone to deal with two furious Bludgers and falling off his broom backwards, like a sissy. Soon, Angelina's mouth was covered in blood, but meanwhile, the game continued and while the girl was in crisis, attempting in every way to stop the flow of blood from her mouth, Hufflepuff scored.
That game needed to be forgotten, that was for sure. Ginny cursed herself again, then, just as she was about to let slip another bad word, she saw it... the Golden Snitch was fluttering below them. The girl sped down in a dive and soon the Hufflepuff Seeker joined her, his hand stretched out ready to grab the tiny ball but... then came the miracle. Summersby sneezed loudly and let the Golden Snitch slip out of his reach while Ginny urged her broom on and quickly grabbed it, happy to bring victory to Gryffindor.
"GINNY WEASLEY CATCHES THE SNITCH! SHE CATCHES IT!" Lee screamed from the megaphone, excited that Gryffindor hadn't completely sucked and happy for their victory. "The performance of our new Seeker was truly remarkable but... unfortunately, Hufflepuff wins by ten points! Sorry, Gryffindor... better luck next time!"
All that was heard afterward was Angelina screaming in anger.
After carefully avoiding the Slytherins who continued to point and laugh at her and her brother, Ginny hurried towards the Gryffindor Common Room where a funeral-like atmosphere lingered due to the bitter defeat. Angelina had gone to Madam Pomfrey to have her bleeding gums treated, accompanied by the sad and sulking Alicia and Katie; Kirke was whimpering in a corner of the room while Sloper tried to console him.
How pathetic could that team be?
"Don't take it too hard, Gin," William consoled her, passing her a mug of Butterbeer. She immediately brought it to her lips, hoping to drown her sorrows in alcohol and puffing at the fact that there wasn't something stronger than Butterbeer. "You flew really well, it wasn't your fault!"
"Yes," Christopher admitted seriously, "you were really good, and after all, the match was fun. When Kirke fell backward, it was the best and look at him now: crying like a little girl over there. What does he have to say for himself, having made a fool of himself in front of everyone?"
Ginny grimaced, then burst out laughing.
"Still, if I hadn't hesitated..." she insisted, regretfully.
"But you couldn't dive at Summersby without him seeing the Snitch!" Demelza protested to cheer her up, sitting next to her on the armchair and giving her an affectionate pat on the arm. Ginny appreciated her friends, but the guilt was a bit too strong for their niceties: she shouldn't have hesitated, period. Disheartened, she got up from the armchair and went to look out the window... just like someone depressed.
She placed the mug of Butterbeer on the windowsill and sighed loudly.
"Hey, nice catch," said a voice that made Ginny's stomach twist. She turned around and found herself dangerously close to Harry, who smiled at her with an encouraging and slightly sad smile: perhaps he missed Quidditch, and that game had been so depressing it made him regret having hit Malfoy.
"I was lucky," she said sincerely, with a small shrug. "It wasn't a very fast Snitch, and the Hufflepuff Seeker had a cold: he sneezed and closed his eyes at the wrong moment. And anyway, when you return to the team..."
"Ginny, I've been banned for life!" Harry objected gloomily, sighing just a bit.
"You've been banned as long as Umbridge remains at school," Ginny corrected him cheerfully, with a mischievous smile. "And that's a big difference. Anyway, once you're back, I think I'll try playing as a Chaser: Angelina and Alicia are leaving next year, and I prefer scoring to seeking," she added, but Harry was only half listening: he was looking at Ron, hunched over and sad as he stared at his knees.
"Angelina won't let him quit the team: she says he's got the game in him," the girl said, as if reading his thoughts.
And with one last sad look at a depressed Harry, she dragged herself to the dormitory without saying a word.
After the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff match, February was replaced by a gloomy March in which nothing special happened, apart from too much studying and several nervous breakdowns from some fifth-year students complaining about the upcoming OWL exams. Ginny always wondered how those who were not part of Dumbledore's Army would manage to pass the practical Defense exam.
March was quickly replaced by a stormy April, and finally, the DA had a free evening for a lesson, something the kids were eagerly anticipating: they were to begin practising with Patronuses. That afternoon, Ginny said goodbye to her friends and headed alone to the seventh floor, stopping first at the fourth-floor bathroom to drink some water. As she walked through the corridor, several Slytherins began to tease her, and Blaise Zabini, a tall boy with pronounced cheekbones whom Ginny knew only by sight (or at least enough to know his name and fill him with insults), assumed an expression of absolute superiority as he watched her from the corner of his eye. Blaise had never shouted an insult at her; he seemed different from the other snakes, but he was still an aristocratic snake with a snooty attitude.
"The Slytherins don't like you very much, do they?" asked Luna Lovegood's dreamy voice, as she gracefully floated towards Ginny and joined her with her magazine clutched to her chest. "They're really mean to you, aren't they?" she added, with her large, protruding eyes scrutinising the girl.
"They have it in for Gryffindors," she retorted, puffing slightly.
"The girls are jealous of you; you're very pretty," was one of Luna Lovegood's most bizarre comments, she always said what she thought without beating around the bush or lying, which was what Ginny appreciated most about that slightly crazy fourteen-year-old.
"Did you see how Blaise Zabini was looking at you? He's afraid to let his friends know he likes you because you're a Gryffindor!" Luna unexpectedly said, in such a serious tone that it almost convinced Ginny to believe her. But it wasn't possible that Blaise Zabini had a crush on her because they hardly knew each other: the first time they spoke was when he caught her and Michael kissing in an empty classroom and threatened them to disappear or he would call the Prefects.
"That's not how it works, Luna. Zabini is just too aristocratic to even shout insults at me, let's go!" Luna didn't respond and began to hum a little song. "The Quibbler?" she then asked, politely offering her the magazine. "Oh... yes, thank you..."
HARRY POTTER SPEAKS OUT:
THE TRUTH ABOUT HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED
THE NIGHT I SAW HIM RETURN
Ginny read the article in silence, absorbing the impact of the words written in the newspaper and chuckling at the title. Then she said, "That's why Umbridge signed Educational Decree number twenty-seven! My friend was supposed to get me a magazine, but she didn't manage to get one..."
"You can keep it, so she can read it too," Luna kindly said. Once they reached the Room of Requirement, Luna joined her and continued talking until Michael Corner interrupted them with snide remarks towards his girlfriend, as they had argued again over a series of stupid problems those days: probably, they were both tired of that situation. Ginny was primarily tired of Michael's constant huffing and his insinuations about Harry Potter, which might have been founded... but that was secondary.
"To conjure a Patronus, you must think of a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember... you must let it fill you. Only when you have thought of a happy memory, pronounce the spell: Expecto Patronum," Harry said as the kids started to sweat from concentration, their faces tense and immersed in the happiest memories they had ever experienced. "It's not easy; this is very advanced magic... but if you find a memory powerful enough to fill your heart with joy, your Patronus will take the form of an animal."
The room soon filled with 'Expecto Patronum!' but Ginny couldn't think of a happy memory: what could possibly be her happy memory? Maybe... her first time on a broom and flying all over the Burrow's garden in perfect harmony? Yes, she remembered it was a truly happy memory.
"Expecto Patronum!" she shouted, but only silver smoke puffs came from her wand.
After about a quarter of an hour, Hermione was the only one who managed to give her Patronus a form: a shimmering silver otter. Then, gradually, other members also began to shape their Patronuses, and many creatures like hares and swans started to sparkle in the Room of Requirement, causing irritation to those who had not yet managed to perform the spell. A happy memory... a happy memory... maybe, the Quidditch World Cup?
"Expecto Patronum!"
Puffs of smoke, still silver smoke puffs.
"It's not easy; maybe you didn't choose the right memory. Come on!" Luna cheerfully encouraged her, while a hare hopped around them. "If you can't do it, it's okay. And then, conjuring one in a room lit by daylight is very different from conjuring it in front of a Dementor," Harry told the kids who had not managed to shape their Patronuses.
"Don't be a killjoy: they're so cute!" exclaimed Cho cheerfully.
Murderous instincts in three... two... one…
Ginny would have loved to headbutt her on the forehead and cause her a brain trauma. "They're not supposed to be cute; they're supposed to protect you," the boy explained patiently, and Ginny, looking at that same boy with incredible sparkling eyes, realised she had found the most beautiful memory of her life: her rescue in the Chamber of Secrets. Those incredible green eyes looking at her with relief while she believed everything was lost, while she believed she would die down there like a cowardly evil traitor.
She rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and took a deep breath. "Expecto Patronum!" she shouted, and a silver horse trotted into the room, to the astonishment of those present. Her Patronus was a horse, and the horse was a symbol of freedom, energy, and brightness: it fully reflected her. Ginny was so happy with the form of her Patronus that she didn't even notice that the students were watching her free horse with a smile on their lips; Harry praised her for managing to conjure a corporeal Patronus, and those green eyes pierced her through and through, under the threatening gaze of Michael.
She was so distracted by her horse that she almost didn't notice a little elf had entered the room. What was a house elf doing there? And how on earth had it found that room? Hermione gave Ginny a look, and she understood that it was Dobby, the elf they had talked so much about and who had suggested that place for practice: he was on their side. "Harry Potter, sir... Dobby comes to warn... but house elves cannot talk..." squeaked the elf, terrified.
"What happened?" asked Harry quickly, anxiously.
"Harry Potter... she... she..."
"Umbridge?"
Dobby nodded with a tremble of his head.
"Umbridge what? She didn't discover us... she didn't discover the DA?"
The answer was written on the terrified face of the elf. "Is she coming here?"
"Yes, Harry Potter!"
Ginny was frozen, her wand still extended in the air, and her gaze fixed on the elf attempting to hit himself with a large Dark Detector, under the even more alarmed gaze of the DA. Harry stood up abruptly and faced the companions watching the scene terrified, then he too shouted really terrified. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? RUN!"
Translators notes
So another day, another chapter, seeing old friends back in the reviews spurred me to translate a third chapter today! So I hope you enjoy :3, as for the scent of the perfume we might see it in the future if I remember the story correctly ( as you all are reading this, I am re reading it as I am translating it lol).
Here's the original authors note:
Author's Corner
I had warned you that the rating would increase, indeed I always imagined that Micheal wasn't quite the innocent boy his mother made him out to be and that he had already experimented with someone. This chapter isn't very interesting, but as I've said before: the best is yet to come. The chapter is almost entirely dedicated to Quidditch, also because it was Ginny's first match and I wanted to highlight it. Moreover, the character of Blaise Zabini starts to take shape from these chapters, and I regret not having added a scene where he and Ginny get to know each other.
Kisses.
Next up: NEW HEADMASTER, NEW LIFE.