The 2nd Golden Goblin Awards





For Dee<3 with shiny, white teeth,
who forced wanted me to write a fic on Draco,
and who chose its title.

♥
SixteenthFFthreadonSS<3.

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Chapter #1
The Beginning

“There is a cosmic dance of creation”

Things had not been so bad, lately. Fred and George had agreed to let her help them in their shop over the summer, and she had definitely grown a few inches. She was a little over the height of five feet six inches now and, as far as Ginny Weasley was concerned, it was more than fine.

She met the twins on her way upstairs, and noticed that they were carrying armfuls of what looked like mashed, sticky lumps of wet paper. “Mum’s in the kitchen,” she said, before they could open their mouths to ask. “Better Apparate, she’s not too happy.”

Molly Weasley would not be, of course – not when she knew half a dozen members of the Order were coming to dinner, and she had a bare half hour to cook a scrumptious meal, not only for them, but also her brood of seven kids. Not to count Harry and Hermione – both of whom had come over for the summer – and a tired Mr. Weasley.

Fred and George had other things on their mind, though. “I’m not sure if we can Apparate with all this in our arms,” Fred said, looking slightly worried. “Is she really that angry?” Ever since their shop had proved itself such a massive success, Molly Weasley had stopped trying to convince them to give up their ideas of a joke shop, and return to Hogwarts; but a spell of Molly-Weasley-bad-mood still meant that caution was required.

“More than you know,” Ginny replied, her eyes glinting as she surveyed the supplies in the twins’ arms. “What are those anyway?”

“That’s classified,” George said, looking smug. “We shall see you... later.” He turned to Fred, and there was a certain sparkle of mischief in his eyes that Ginny did not fail to notice. “Shall we give it a try then, George?”

Fred nodded. “Indeed, brother.”

There was a crack, and the two of them disappeared into thin air. Ginny shook her head, using one of the gloves in the pocket of her jeans to pick up a portion of the paper-lump that had fallen out of Fred and George’s laden arms, when they had taken to Apparition. On closer inspection, it looked like snow frozen in place, and it shimmered when she held it up to the light. A sudden urge to re-examine it later, overwhelmed her and, wrapping it in her glove, Ginny stowed it into a back pocket of her faded jeans.

It was late in the afternoon, and she was looking forward to a nap, now. Today had been her last day helping the twins with their joke shop, for tomorrow would see the Hogwarts Engine whisking her away to her second home. Her mind still on the shop, she made her way into her bedroom – it was small, made to seem smaller by a massive poster of her favourite quidditch team adorning an entire wall – and was surprised to see a tawny owl perched at the window-sill, looking slightly dazed as if it had collided with the transparent window-pane, in an effort to hop into the room.

“You poor thing!”

The owl hooted rather faintly in response. If it had been a person, Ginny thought as she crossed the floor and opened the window, I would have thought they were drunk. The bird hopped in, tried to rub its head against her hand as she stroked it, and then held out a leg. Ginny quickly untied the envelope attached to it, and was surprised to see that it bore the Hogwarts crest. Did this mean that she was in trouble? Sure, the last thing she had done before returning home for the summer was to turn Millicent Bulstrode's hair a flaming pink but, surely, Dumbledore would not write to her parents now, now that the holidays had pretty much come to an end.

“You won’t find out if you don’t open it, you know.”

Ginny turned; the speaker was the oval-shaped mirror mounted on the wall opposite. “Thanks for the info of the century, mirror man,” she said, shaking red locks out of her eyes as, with a sparkle in them, she tore open the envelope and plunged a hand outside. Something golden and scarlet fell to the floor, something golden and scarlet and rather metallic. What followed next was an exclamation filled with clear surprise.

“My God, I’m a Prefect!”


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{ Index }

[] Chapter #01 :: The Beginning
[] Chapter #02 :: Head Boy
[] Chapter #03 :: The Coming of Destiny
[] Chapter #04 :: The Prologue to no Escape
[] Chapter #05 :: Companionship
[] Chapter #06 :: A Brief History of Time
[] Chapter #07 :: Blanket
[] Chapter #08 :: Leonti
[] Chapter #09 :: Ambush
[] Chapter #10 :: The Entrance to Pre-Death
[] Chapter #11 :: The Eye of Fate
[] Chapter #12 :: The Fire of Regelia
[] Chapter #13 :: Better than Chocolate
[] Chapter #14 :: Our Iron Bridges
[] Chapter #15 :: The Final Separation
[] Chapter #16 :: Love Cancels Love
[] Chapter #17 :: The Tree of Solutions
[] Chapter #18 :: The Proof of Humanity
[] Chapter #19 :: The End of the Beginning
[] Endnotes {and disclaimers}