To the Future
A HariPo fanfic
Note: Nothing much to say except for the usual "these characters belong to JK Rowling." Sigh… I saw the fifth movie. If you've read the book, don't see it. Otherwise, go see it. Sigh…
P.S. REVIEW! & don't kill me for the pairing. :)
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The First Telling
"Ginny? Ginny, dear!"
"Ugh…" The redhead rolled over and looked up at the ceiling of her bedroom with her ocean blue eyes. "Coming, Mum!!"
Ginny threw her legs over the side of her bed and yanked the covers away from her. She looked in her trunk and pulled out a stretchy pair of black pants with flared legs. Ginny then pulled a peasant top with 3/4 bell sleeves over her head and kicked around for her clogs. It was only when she was trudging down the stairs the next minute when she was awake enough to realize that things weren't going to be quiet this morning.
"Good morning, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley said, keeping her eyes on the kettle and various pans on the stove. "Sit down, eat, and then we'll go."
Her daughter had just sat down when she heard the last part. "I'm sorry… We're…going somewhere?"
"Yes, yes. Of course! It's that time of year once again. But no more questions, or we'll miss the departure."
Now Ginny knew where this was going. She could feel her blood boiling in her veins. "No. I'm not going back. I told you already that it would be pointless." She pushed back her chair and stood. "I came of age last year and now I'm eighteen. I'd also look like a complete dork, being the oldest kid in school."
Mrs. Weasley stopped what she was doing. "You are going back to finish school, Ginny. I will not have my only daughter be a drop-out bum with no qualifications for a job. Now get your things ready to go."
"I won't!!" Ginny moved out around from behind the table and marched toward the front door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mrs. Weasley shrilly hollered at her.
"To get a breath of fresh air!"
"Oh, no you don't! Petrificus Totalus!!"
Ginny turned around just in time to deflect her mother's magic. "Resorting to spells, Mum? I would think you'd know better than to try anything on me, what with Harry being my teacher."
The taunt didn't do anything but provoke Mrs. Weasley further. "And I suppose you think some man will marry you like this, accepting immaturity and all?"
"'Immaturity'? 'Immaturity'?! I'm not going to act as a brood mare for the family!!"
Mrs. Weasley heaved a sigh, her hands resting on her hips. "I'm not asking you to be a brood mare. I just want to see one of my children live their life to the fullest."
"The twins are fine! Fred has Verity and George has Angelina –don't count them out yet. And don't forget that Charlie's still alive. They've done as they pleased and so did the others, so let me do as I want."
"No." Mrs. Weasley locked eyes with Ginny; her face drained of all color. "Things have changed, Ginevra, since then. With the twins doing as they please, Charlie missing, and Bill, Percy, and Ron dead, I am going to do my damnedest to ensure your safety and happiness. You may be happy doing something else, but I know that you'd be done without a future." The mother smoothed down her apron and skirt, returning to her light-hearted demeanor. "Now go upstairs and pack, dear."
Tears were gathering behind Ginny's eyes, but she knew better than to continue this any further. She hurried back up the stairs and began packing every little thing she owned. Her mother wanted her to fetch her things, right? Well, she wasn't specific, so Ginny should just pack all her belongings. She paused when a family photo slipped from her notebook. Nine pairs of eyes stared at her, but there were to be only five –or six, with Charlie –nowadays. Now the tears, though quiet, were unstoppable. Ginny could barely count how much she had lost since the Second Great War…