Ginevra Weasley and The Pen-Friend of Destruction Chapter 1: End of The Line
"There he is, Mum, there he is, look!" Ginny Weasley screamed as she saw her idol, Harry Potter, pass through the brick wall barrier that separated Platform nine and three quarters and Hogwarts away from the normal world. He was a lot different to how she remembered, how she had remembered him since the first of September. He was covered in scratches and bruises and had much longer jet black hair. He was taller and better-looking than she could have ever imagined.
"Wow. He must have done something amazing" Ginny thought to herself.
"Harry Potter!" she squealed. "Look, Mum! I can see -"
"Be quiet, Ginny, and it's rude to point," said her mother as her hand was pushed back down to her side. The duo walked up to the arriving students and beamed at them.
Ginny looked up at Harry with awe, admiring his sleek, bruised body with the utmost affection for him. Her mouth wide open, she wished that he was her brother. She swayed her head, so that her thick red hair brushed his arm, causing him to look down at her.
"Sorry," she said with a loving smile on her face.
"It's fine," Harry replied and winked.
Ginny was so surprised at this that she almost choked and had to turn away from him to get her breath back.
"Busy year?" Mrs Weasley asked them.
"Very," said Harry. "Thanks for the fudge and the jumper, Mrs Weasley.
"Oh, it was nothing, dear"
"I picked the fudge though. I picked the fudge Mum, didn't I? DIDN'T I?" Ginny shouted eagerly.
"Yes, dear, and as Harry said, thank you," answered Mrs Weasley sighing.
But Ginny's attention had been caught by the sight of three strange looking people walking up to their group. One was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck and had a large moustache. The second was thin and blonde woman and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck. The third was young and had a large, pink face, blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head and was hiding behind his mother, looking terrified at Harry.
Ginny laughed.
"What?" asked her mother, just as the group arrived. "Oh," she said with a slight smirk on her face.
The man, with a furious look on his face, asked "Ready, are you?"
Ginny turned round to see who he was talking to, until Mrs Weasley said "You must be Harry's family!"
Ginny was shocked. "How could Harry, that sweet, sensitive boy be related to those cruel, ugly monsters?" she thought, almost crying at the thought. "Why can't he be my relative? WHY?"
"In a manner of speaking," said the man as he walked away, "Hurry up, boy, we haven't got all day."
Ginny walked over to Harry expecting a hug goodbye, only to be disappointed that he walked off with Ron and Hermione. She watched them with annoyance, wishing that she was that close to him, that she was his friend.
As he walked off towards his "family", she sighed and watched him with adorance.
"Ginny" someone shouted, but she ignored them.
"Ginny," they shouted again.
And again someone shouted "GINNY" as they pulled her away from that spot and towards their turquoise Ford Anglia that was waiting outside the magical King's Cross for her to go home.
Taking one last look at the slowly disappearing Harry Potter, she asked "Mum, Can Harry come round for the summer?"
Chapter 2: The Talk
It was the second week of the summer holidays and Ginny had been sent to tidy her bedroom. Storming up the stairs, she shouted at her mother, “I bet Harry’s bedroom is as just as messy as mine!”
“I don’t care! Are you Harry Potter?” screamed her mother, “And even if Harry was my son, he’d be doing exactly the same.”
Ginny reached the landing outside her bedroom door which was plastered with her own hand-drawn pictures of her and Harry together. Not a speck of paint was to be seen on it and a sign was placed in the middle saying “No Entry! Unless you’re Harry Potter” with a love heart drawn round it.
“Whatever!” she replied and marched into her room, slamming the door behind her. Her bedroom was just the same as her door. They were pictures of Harry on the wall, letters to Harry, poems to Harry and anything connected to Harry thrown all over the room.
A bright shade of pink could be seen in the gaps between the layered pieces of paper. Her bed stood at the far side of her small room but her duvet and pillow lay under the window. Ginny had stood at the window that very morning dreaming of how she and Harry could stand there and watch the sun rise. She began to pick up her tattered clothes from the floor that looked like they’d been there for almost a month.
“Fuck this,” she moaned, “If mum wants this done, she can do it herself.”
She picked up her mirror and looked into her dark brown eyes. They shone in the morning light and in the reflection she saw her notepad lying on her bedside table. Her eyes next moved to her flaming red hair. It was a mess and was tangled after the water fight she’d had with her brothers that morning. It was thickly covered with various items that had been thrown at her. Fred and George had thought it would be funny to change what they had in their water balloons resulting in her hair smelling and looking the way it did.
Ginny grabbed her pink fluffy towel and made her way to the bathroom to wash herself. As she walked up the third flight of stairs, a door opened behind her and Percy’s voice was emitted from it.
“Erm… Ginny, can you come here for a second?”
“What now? I’m trying to relax, but no, people just have to interrupt me! What do you want?”
“Well… erm… Come in” Percy said and the door widened to allow her in.
She had never been in Percy’s room before. She had thought of it as different from going in either of the others. They weren’t so secretive or full of pride. Percy was much different to the rest of the family. He was smart, pompous and regarded himself as important. She entered the room and looked around. It was just as she had expected. The bed was made and there was nothing on the floor. His school robes were hung up in his wardrobe in a protective plastic case and his desk was organised into different types of belongings. On the wall were pictures of famous ministry workers and Gryffindor banners. The walls were the Gryffindor colours, red and gold, and they had magically been enhanced so that the Gryffindor lion appeared every so often.
Percy had been sitting at his desk doing a paper on the laws of Transfiguration. He pulled up a chair and invited Ginny to sit down. She put her towel on the end of his bed and closed the door. Wondering whatever Percy could want, she started the conversation.
“Well? What did you want then?”
“Mum wanted me to talk to you about something. Something important,” he replied.
“Mum? Why didn’t she talk to me herself?”
“Well, the thing is, she wants you to lay off with the constant chattering about Harry Potter. Ron is getting annoyed and so are mum and dad. We all know that he’s famous and that you like him, but there is no need for you to go on and on about him. So just... you know... stop talking about him like that and that much. And also, mum wants you to get rid of those pictures on your door for when he comes round”
“WHAT? Why can’t mum just keep her nose out of other people’s business for once? Arrgh, she’s so annoying”
“Yes... well... please just try, for Ron’s sake as well as hers”
“OK... If you really want me to” finalising the conversation as she walked out of the room. She continued up the flights of the stairs in the hope of a nice warm shower without being interrupted again and without her privacy being invaded like it so often was.
“They can’t tell me what I can and can’t do,” she thought to herself, “I’ll do what I want.” _________________
Ron burst into the kitchen just as Ginny had sat down for her breakfast. Knocking over the milk jug in surprise she screamed “Ron! You made me jump.”
“Shut up Ginny” he replied with a look of annoyance, “Any post, mum?”
“No, Ronald. Now be patient, he’ll reply when he wants to,” she answered him.
“But Mum, it’s been two weeks since I posted the first letter and now I’ve posted twelve and he still hasn’t replied!”
“Who? Surely he isn’t that important,” Ginny wondered out loud.
“Harry Potter, dear, and I don’t care Ron. There’s nothing we can do,” said Mrs Weasley.
“Harry Potter!” Ginny squealed, “Of course, there’s something we can do.”
“Exactly, Mum. Can’t we please just go and get him from the muggles?” Ron begged.
“No!” She bellowed, causing a moaning to occur, “well not yet.”
The kids looked up, their gloomy expressions, replaced with eager smiles.
“If he hasn’t replied by Tuesday, then we will go and get him. OK?”
“YAY! Thank you Mum!” Ginny screamed as she squeezed her mother with delight.
“Thanks Mum, but please can you sort her out before he gets here,” Ron asked.
“I thought I had. Didn’t Percy say anything to you, Ginny?”
“Yes, but I can’t help it because I love him, Mum,” Ginny said dreamily.
“Don’t be silly. It’s just a crush and because he’s famous.”
“So what? I still can’t help it and you can’t stop me!”
“Please, just try,” Ron pleaded as he walked out of the room.
Ginny took the last bite of her bacon and left the room too. She watched Ron walk up the stairs and when she was sure no-one else was around she snuck out of the house.
Their house was called The Burrow. It looked as thought it had once been a large stone pigsty but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it was held up by magic. It stood on the top of a hill so that it overlooked the town below. Muggles could be seen driving here and there making their way to work and the sun had already risen quite high in the sky.
Ginny sighed. She loved this sight; she loved to look at the difficult lives of the muggles but respected them for their effort. She felt sorry for them for not knowing about Harry Potter.
Suddenly, to her left came a rustling noise. She turned but didn’t see anything. Taking a step away, she continued to look at the view, imagining what it would be like to walk through the town.
Again, there was the noise. She again turned towards the thick hedges separating the garden and a field. A group of small, leathery looking gnomes were huddled together in front of them.
“Gnomes again,” she thought, “I’d better tell Mum.”
And with that thought she made her way back to the house.
“Mum,” she bellowed as she walked in through the door, “The gnomes are back!”
Thump.
Ginny sat up.
Thump.
It was ten past one in the morning and Ginny could hear someone moving outside her bedroom door.
Thump Thump.
Now, there were two of them. No; Three. Ginny dared herself to confront the things in the hallway. She got out of her bed and felt around for her slippers. However, by the time she had found them, the thumping had been followed by a small cluttering as the three had reached the kitchen.
Creeping towards her window, she looked out onto the front lawn. An owl hooted as the kitchen door opened and three black shadows made their way outside. One looked up at Ginny’s window, surprising her and causing her to hide behind her curtains.
The shadow muttered something. The other two simultaneously looked up. Ginny staggered away from the window and leapt into her bed.
“Whoever it is, they’re gone,” she thought “and it’s not my business anyway.”
Pulling her covers over and tucking herself in, she closed her light brown eyes and fells asleep almost instantly.
“Beds empty! No note! Car gone” a voice bellowed.
For the second time that morning, Ginny was woken from a heart-warming dream.
“YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY’S BOOK!” Mrs Weasley continued.
Confused with what was going on this early in the morning, Ginny made her way down towards the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen in her long nightdress, she scanned the room for the source of the argument. It looked as though it had ended as Ron, Fred and George were sitting at the table while their mother offered some food to an unknown, black-haired figure in the corner of the room.
The figure turned towards him. It was Harry Potter. Ginny squealed. Many thoughts ran through her head and many questions for Harry but instead she ran out of the room.
As she stood in the hallway taking big breaths she heard Ron say “Ginny. My Sister. She’s been talking about you all summer.”
She felt like killing him. She wanted to run back into that kitchen and put her skinny little hands around his big fat throat and squeeze until he was unable to say anything more about her to Harry Potter.
“He’s so inconsiderate,” she thought.
She crept up the stairs to her bedroom and sat on her bed. She had been waiting for this moment all summer, but now she was so embarrassed that she wanted him to leave immediately.
The room was still covered with her fan works but now she was ready to clean it all up. She gathered all her work up and stuck it in a box (which she put at the back of her magically extended cupboard.) Ginny didn’t want Harry to think that she was just a freakish fan; she wanted to be friends with him and for them to get on well.
Yawning, Ginny made her bed and looked around the room. She could see her bright pink carpet so easily now and all that was left on the floor were some clothes and a magazine called The Quibbler that she had been reading. She picked up her clothes and took down to her mother.
“Finally tidied you room, then” Mrs Weasley asked sarcastically.
“Yes,” Ginny replied, “Happy now?”
“Yes, but have you got rid of those things from your door,”
“Shit!” she thought.
“No! Damn it. I’ll go do that now,” she said.
“Thank you, dear,” her mum said giving her a wide smile.
Ginny hurried up to her room again and hastily recovered the pieces of paper from the door. All that she left was the faded parchment with her name on it. All over the door were marks where the other drawings had been stuck on. She carried the drawings into her room just as she heard her mother shout, “Your sons flew that car to Harry’s house and back last night!”
“So that’s how he got here,” Ginny realised, “and who was outside my door last night.”
And just like last night, some thumping was resounding from outside her bedroom door. Opening the door slightly, she peered out. It was Harry and Ron. As soon as she saw the, she slammed it shut.
“Ginny,” she heard Ron say, “You don’t know how weird it is for her to be this shy, she never shuts up normally.”
“Thanks, Ronald,” she thought and with those words she stayed in her room for the rest of the day.
Chapter 4: Strike At The Ministry
Although Ginny was trying to dampen down her affection for Harry, she couldn’t help but notice that everybody else in the house seemed to like him. Every time they saw him he was always offered something, asked something or started a long conversation with. She felt like that her family wanted her to be the one who was not looked upon as helpful or polite. It was time to go back to her normal self and show Harry what she was really made of.
However, she was still so easily embarrassed to be near him as she always did something stupid like squeal or make a mess.
One sunny morning about a week after Harry had arrived at the Burrow, Ginny was sitting at the kitchen table eating some porridge when Ron and Harry entered the room. The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. It happened all the time as Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over when Harry entered a room. And every time, she was just as embarrassed as the last (and this was always obvious because her face always glowed like the setting sun).
But Harry seemed so polite that he always pretended he hadn’t noticed it and continued on with whatever he had been doing.
“Letters from school,” said Mr Weasley, passing Harry and Ron identical envelopes of yellowish parchment addressed in green ink, “Dumbledore already knows you’re here, Harry – doesn’t miss a trick that man. You two’ve got them too,” he added, as Fred and George ambled in, still in their pyjamas.
All the boys took their letters and began to read them thoroughly, (which would take them a few minutes). Ginny looked up at her father hopefully. It was the year that she would join a wizarding school and she was hoping that she would be invited to Hogwarts, like all six of her brothers and her parents.
Luckily, her father saw her face and exclaimed, “Oh yes! There is one for you too, Ginny! I almost forgot, how silly of me”.
“Oh, are you starting at Hogwarts this year,” Harry asked Ginny.
She nodded, blushing to the roots of her flaming hair, and put her elbow in the butterdish.
After cleaning her elbow, Ginny frantically ripped open her letter, eager to hear what would be said. She began to read.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Miss Weasley,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl no later than 15 August.
Yours sincerely,
Professor McGonnagall
Deputy Headmistress
“You got that later than I did,” Harry said, “Mine had to be answered by the 31st July”.
Ginny smiled but looked away. Looking down at her list of things she need for school, she realised that she would be getting it all second hand, especially the Gilderoy Lockhart books. The list read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Uniform
First year students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils’ clothes should carry name tags.
Set books:
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi By Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them by Newt Scamander
Break With a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart
Other Equipment
1 Wand
1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 Set Glass or crystal phial
1 Set Brass Scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS
It was a lot more than last year and Ginny was unable to see how she would be able to get all of this stuff cheaply, even when they bought it second hand.
Meanwhile, Ron had been reading a letter from a friend of his.
“- and we’re going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why don’t we meet in Diagon Alley?” Ron finished reading the letter, “Let me know what’s happening as soon as you can, love from Hermione.”
“Who’s Hermione?” Ginny thought and smirked at the thought of her, “It was a girl who Ron could speak to. Now that’s a miracle.”
“Well that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then,” said Mrs Weasley, “What’re you all up to today?”
“Well we were going to go up to the paddock and play some Quidditch,” said Fred.
“Go on them. Just be careful!” allowed Mrs Weasley, “Don’t be seen.”
Harry, Ron, Fred and George walked out of them room.
“I’ll be in my room,” said Percy as he followed the other boys out.
Ginny was left sitting at the table by herself, like usual. Being the only female child in the Weasley family meant that she was always left out, and often asked to help with chores, (which she hates).
“And what about you, my princess?” Mr Weasley asked.
“I don’t know, Dad,” she sighed.
“How about you come to work me?” he offered, “Perkins is ill and I find it quite lonely in my office.”
“Err... yeah... sure... It’ll be fun... and different,” she agreed reluctantly.
“Good. You won’t regret this. I promise you.”
Leaving her letter with her mother, Ginny made her way upstairs to get dressed. Pulling on her jeans, she realised what she had just signed up to; a day of sealing envelopes and conversations about muggles.
“Fantastic,” she thought.
When she had got back downstairs, Arthur was already waiting by the fireplace with a smart black robe on.
“Ready, are you?” he asked.
Ginny nodded.
“Great, let’s go!” he said and turned towards the fireplace producing a small sack from his pocket, “OK. Come here.”
Ginny walked over to her father, who put his arm around her tightly.
“Hold on tight!”
They stepped into the fireplace and Mr Weasley took a pinch of glittering powder out of the bag and threw the powder into the flames. With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose almost as high as Mr Weasley, who shouted “The Ministry of Magic.” As he did this, the flames engulfed them and they disappeared.
Whoosh.
Five seconds later, the duo appeared out of one the fireplaces in the Ministry of Magic. Ginny looked around. They were standing halfway down a very long and splendid hall with a highly polished, dark, wood floor. The peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with gleaming golden symbols that kept moving and changing like some enormous heavenly noticeboard. The walls on each side were panelled in shiny dark wood and had many gilded fireplaces set into them.
In front of them was a fountain. A group of golden statues larger than life-size stood in the middle of a circular pool. Tallest of them all was a noble-looking wizard with his wand pointing straight up in the air. Grouped around him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf. The last three were all looking adoringly up at the witch and wizard. Glittering jets of water were flying from the ends of their wands, the points of the centaur’s arrow, the top of the goblin’s hat and each of the house-elf’s ears, so that the tinkling hiss of falling water was added to the POPS and CRACKS of the Apparators and the clatter of footsteps as hundreds of witches and wizards, most of whom were wearing glum, early morning looks, strode away towards a set of golden gates at the far end of the hall.
Mr Weasley grabbed Ginny’s hand.
“Don’t let go. I don’t want to lose you,” he shouted over the noise of the commotion. They were pushed here and there as they made their way to the golden gates.
Occasionally, Mr Weasley waved or shouted at another Ministry worker, and a few times Ginny tripped over other feet. Eventually, they reached the golden gates and the security desk.
“Hello Ernie, good morning so far?” Mr Weasley asked.
“Good Morning Arthur. The Department of Magical Transport are on strike starting 12 o’clock remember!”
“Oh dear God! I forgot. Thanks for reminding me.”
“My pleasure, and who have you got here then?” asked the man who peered over the desk at Ginny.
He was quite an old man, far too old to work in any other section of the ministry, and was wearing deep blue robes with the letters MOM inscribed on them in silver. Ernie also had a badge pinned to his robes that read Security. He had a big brown bushy beard but was bald, and he wore some rounded blue spectacles. He was considerably short for his age, this being one of the reasons Ginny had been unable to see him in the first place.
“This is Ginny, my daughter,” Mr Weasley told him, still holding her hand.
“Hello there, Ginny. How old are you then?” Ernie asked in his high-pitched mocking voice. Ginny was astounded at the way he spoke to her and decided to give him a piece of her mind, much to her father’s disgust.
“I’m 11 for your information,” she said in a very rude voice.
“Woah! I’m sorry. You just didn’t look that old,” Ernie replied while Mr Weasley whispered in her ear to not be so rude.
Ginny glanced at him while he apologized and ushered her through the golden gates and into the atrium of the Ministry. Considering its size the atrium was not as busy as it could have been. It was built the same way as the corridor, just a bit larger.
“Over here,” Mr Weasley pulled her daughter into the smaller hall beyond, where at least twenty lifts stood behind wrought golden grilles. Ginny and Mr Weasley walked into an almost empty, apart from 2 people, lift and stood in the corner.
“Right, we want second floor,”
“Okay Dad. What will we be doing anyway?”
“Oh, you’ll have to wait and see,” Mr Weasley smiled.
Within seconds, a voice resounded in the lift, “Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters and Wizengamot Administration Services.”
They were almost there and Ginny was already regretting the whole idea of coming with him.
They’d been at the office for 2 hours when a paper aeroplane flew in through the door and landed on top of the pile of envelopes that Ginny had just been labelling.
Mr Weasley picked it up and read it, his expressions changing from happy to shocked.
“Galloping Gargoyles!” he exclaimed, “I’m so sorry, Ginny. I have to go out. There’s a toaster attacking some muggles in a shopping centre in Edinburgh.”
“Finally, some action,” Ginny thought while saying out loud, “Can I come?”
“No, this is too dangerous,” Mr Weasley answered, “I’m so sorry, just stay here, promise me.”
“But Dad...”
“NO! Now please stay here, and finish those envelopes,” Mr Weasley bent down and kissed her on the forehead. Then spinning on the sport, he disappeared with an almighty CRACK.
“Great,” Ginny said and she sat down behind her father’s desk and reluctantly continued licking the envelopes.
Two hours later and Ginny had neither heard nor seen her father. She was beginning to get hungry, as it was 1 o’clock. She wasn’t going to wait for him to return, as for her information, he could be away for another few hours.
She left the office and saw many ministry officials running all over the place.
“This is getting out of hand.”
“This has to stop now!”
Suddenly, an almighty voice resounded from the atrium, “We want more money and better offices!”
Ginny looked down and saw some other ministry workers carrying picket signs. It was the Transportation strike. She’d completely forgotten. That’s why her father hadn’t returned.
Ginny almost cried. She was stuck now. There was no way to get home and she didn’t know her way around the ministry. She was hungry and scared. The day was getting worse by the second.
Another ministry worker bustled past and accidentally knocked her over.
“Whoa! Sorry about that,” he said and then looked at her, “Hey, you look a little young to be here! Who are you with?”
“Arthur Weasley, but he’s out and can’t get back,” she mumbled, “because of them.” She pointed to the atrium.
“Oh, so you must be Ginevra. Your father’s told me all about you.”
“Call Me Ginny please,” she requested, “I hate being called that.”
“Oh sure, sure Ginny. I’m Kingsley, Kingsley Shacklebolt,” he introduced.
“Hi Kingsley, er, is there somewhere I can get something to eat round here?” Ginny answered.
Kingsley chuckled. “Sure there is, follow me,” and he led Ginny towards the elevators.
This time, the lift went to the seventh floor and they got out. Here was a huge café full of witches and wizards. The room was walled with glass so the occupants could see all around the ministry of magic. The walls lining the outside of the building were magically enhanced to make it look like they were above ground, as the ministry was actually below ground.
“Now what do you want. It’s on me, I don’t expect you have any money,” Kingsley offered.
“Erm, well what is there?” she asked.
Ginny was led over to the selection boxes and chose what she wanted. From that moment, she and Kingsley were great friends.
For the rest of the day, until her father arrived, Ginny was given a tour around the ministry and shown all the different departments. Shacklebolt was very friendly, and off duty. He was an auror and wasn’t needed for much these days, as there were little dark wizards around since the time of Voldemort, a dark wizard famous for killing muggles, but stopped by the mere resistance of a mother and her baby, and the power of love.
Finally, at 7 o’clock, the strike finished and Mr Weasley would be able to return to the Ministry and collect his daughter. As the protestors made their way up to their offices, Kingsley and Ginny returned to Mr Weasley’s office and sent an owl straight to him. They talked and talked about everything they’d been doing, everything they liked to do. Ginny had finally found someone who understood her and liked her for who she was. She was ecstatic to have him as a friend, and even more ecstatic to learn that Mr Weasley and him were friends too.
Eventually, half an hour after sending the owl, Mr Weasley returned to his daughter with an anxious look on his face.
“Are you OK? I’ve been worried sick, I’m so sorry I couldn’t get back,” he questioned.
“It’s been fine, I’ve been hanging around with Kingsley Shacklebolt. He’s a great guy,” she said as she pointed to behind him.
Mr Weasley whizzed round and saw him.
“KINGSLEY! Old mate, how are you? Thanks so much for looking after her.”
“Hey Arthur, Life’s good. It’s been a pleasure looking after her, she’s a great girl, you’re lucky to have her,” he chuckled.
“Well we better be going Ginny, your mother will be worried,” said Mr Weasley, “thanks again Kingsley.” He held onto Ginny and the pair turned on the spot and with a CRACK they were standing outside the Burrow.
Mrs Weasley came running out.
“There you are; where have you been? I’ve been waiting for ages for you to come back! Are you alright? What happened?” she asked anxiously.
“Molly, its fine, there was just a little problem with the transportation department. We’re here now and we’re starving. What’s to eat?” Arthur replied.
The three walked back into the kitchen of the Burrow and had something to eat. It was a better than Ginny had thought it could have ever been. _________________
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