Re: Ginevra Weasley and the Disorder of the Phoenix [Time-Travel]
Episode 1: The Returning
(Quotes denote separate sub-episodes)
Ginny woke up with a start. It was pitch black. She wasn't entirely sure where she was. The last thing she remembered was giving Harry a very passionate (and very firewhiskey-fueled) kiss an hour after he asked for her hand in marriage.
She reached for her wand. "Lumos," she muttered. Her wand gave a fairly loud squawk and turned into a rubber chicken.
There was a knock at the door. "Ginny?" said a familiar, once-dead voice. "Ginny, it's a very good thing that Fred and George left a fake wand in your room, by the sound of it. You know you're not supposed to do underage magic. The ministry would have all our heads, and we don't want to give them an excuse to come barging in to Grimmauld Place."
Grimmauld Place. Sirius' old house. The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. The place Harry, Ron, and Hermoine had been hiding during the first few months of her sixth year. But, there was something odd... the voice, the familiar voice, the voice she hadn't heard since the Battle of the Department of Mysteries...
"Sirius?" she asked softly.
The voice gave a barking laugh, but a quiet one. "Who did you think I was, Barty Crouch? Since you're up early, how about you help me clean this place up? Kreacher's been out of the way, at least, so there is that."
Ginny sighed, and pinched herself. Pain. Not a dream. Somehow, she'd been sent to the past. For a brief moment, she wondered if Harry had been sent back as well. "I- I'll help, Sirius."
She wasn't very hopeful about it, but she knew he wouldn't be interested in her just yet. Not unless she was going to get a miracle.
Harry wasn't at Grimmauld Place yet. Ginny remembered that it had been about a week after he'd been attacked by dementors that he finally arrived at Grimmauld Place. She racked her brain, trying to remember the order of events that happened that summer. Dumbledore removed from the Wizengamot, which had happened later that day. Harry having to use underage magic in front of his muggle cousin, which had been the same week as Dumbledore's removal...
She remembered something about Mundungus Fletcher. Coming out of her thoughts, she asked Sirius "Can we get an Auror to keep watch on Harry? I've got a feeling that he may be in danger."
Sirius looked at her, and Ginny could have sworn that he was giving her a knowing look. "I'll ask Dumbledore if he can have Mad-Eye in Privet Drive instead of Dung. We can't send Kingsley, he's supposed to be looking for me."
Ginny smiled. "Thank you, Sirius." With that, they went to disinfecting the house.
Kingsley Shacklebolt came bursting through the door of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. "Dementors!" he roared. "Dementors in Little Whinging!"
Ginny closed the portrait of Sirius' Mum on her way down the stairs, who promptly stopped screaming. She had to act surprised, she had to act surprised "Dementors!" she asked incredulously.
Kingsley nodded. "It's a good thing Alastor was there; Harry and his cousin had been caught by them, the muggle boy was nearly kissed. The Ministry sent Harry an underage wizardry notice, but Alastor sent them a message by return owl saying it had been with his permission and supervision."
Ginny's heart was pounding. "So, what will happen to Harry?"
"Dumbledore wants Harry moved to Headquarters as soon as possible. They should be arriving any moment now."
Their eyes met across the room. Green gazed into brown. Ginny thought, for only the smallest of moments, that he was searching her eyes for something.
Alastor Moody quietly took his leave before the occupants of 12 Grimmauld Place could ask questions of him. So, instead, the Weasleys, Remus, Sirius, and even Snape directed their attention towards the black-haired boy in the room.
"Harry! I'm so glad to see you!"
"Good thing you're here, mate. Sirius was driving me bonkers!"
"I'm just happy to be rid of Vernon for the rest of the summer."
"I missed you so much, Harry."
"MUDBLOODS! TRAITORS! FILTH!"
"SHUT UP YOU OLD BAT! Welcome to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Harry."
Sirius' voice had an effect on Harry. He looked like he'd just met someone long since dead. 'Of course,' Ginny thought, 'for us he WAS long since dead. I'll bet Harry's shocked to hear Sirius again. I know I was. At least now I know he's my Harry, and not some Chang-loving Potter.'
"Sirius..." Harry choked. He quickly regained his composure. "Sirius, this is your place?"
Ginny nearly facepalmed. Yep, that's her Harry all right.
Sirius looked upset at Harry knowing this. "Did Mad-Eye tell you that? We were saving that for after you got here."
"No, actually, it was the Black Family Crest hanging over the fireplace that tipped me off."
Harry started to move closer to Ginny, but he stopped before taking one step. 'Of course.' She realized. 'He doesn't know I've come back as well. He sees me as the Shy-Around-Him girl that dated... damn, how many boys did I date and forget? And I can't ask him our question without everyone getting suspicious... aha!'
"Hey, Hermione," Ginny started, loud enough for Harry to hear. "I've just remembered some homework for Binns that I have, on the four Founders."
Harry looked over at Ginny, with a strange look on his face. He quickly hid it by saying "The four founders? I've done a bit of research on them. What do you need?"
"Oh, you have, Harry?" Ginny asked, with just a little too much enthusiasm in her voice. "It's just that, since Gryffindor's sword was Goblin-Made, he only left behind a hat. But there's no record of the other founder's relics. Do you know what they are?"
"A Self-Filling Goblet for Hufflepuff, a Wrackspurt-repelling Diadem for Ravenclaw, and an Unopenable Locket for Slytherin."
Hermione looked confused. "Harry, how do you know that? It's not in Hogwarts: A History..."
Ginny smiled. Sign and Countersign - This was her Harry, and now to tell him that she was his Ginny. "So, a hat that talks, a goblet that fills itself, a diadem that helps you focus, and a locket. Thanks, Pronglet."
Sirius smiled mischeviously at the nicknames. "'Pronglet'? 'Bright-eyes'?" He asked Harry, a knowing twinkle in his eye. Ron and Hermione had never called him that, at least not as far as he knew. Ginny really did facepalm. 'Why don't we just tell them all now, Peverell?' she thought. She wasn't too annoyed with him, since she and he had just told each other that they were each other's.
Harry beamed. "Sure, why not? After all, Prongs was my father. Therefore, I'm Pronglet."
Before Ron and Hermione could question it, Ginny tapped them on their shoulders. "I'll explain tomorrow, just go with it." She whispered softly. Louder, she explained to Sirius "And my eyes can shine even in, say, instant darkness powder. Hey, Fred and George, there's an idea. Instant Darkness Powder. Could you do it?"
Gred and Forge were whispering to themselves at it already. They turned to Ginny. "Well, it can be done." "However, we'd have to import some from Peru in order to find out how it works." "After all, there's not much here in London for us to work with."
Molly looked at her sons threateningly. "You're not importing anything, young men!"
"Yes Mum." "Whatever you say, Mother Dear." "We'll just move to Peru after the war and study it there, instead." "It'd be for the Order's use, not for any joke shop we may or may not be planning to start after we leave school, of course." "If we could study it here, that is." "Honestly, with how you take our disinterest in the Ministry, one could really think you were on Fudge's side."
Ginny vaguely remembered not being allowed to listen to the conversation about the Order last time. Something about being too young. She couldn't remember what it was that Sirius had said to get that particular discussion going, but it had something to do with Harry asking something.
"Nearly time for bed, I think," yawned Molly.
"Not just yet, Molly," said Sirius, pushing away his empty plate and turning to look at Harry. "You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort."
The room got very cold and very quiet. Ginny decided to play innocent. She remembered Harry saying that he had asked Ron and Hermione last time, but this time he'd been too busy trying to befriend Kreacher the House Elf to ask. Harry set down his sandwich and said, slowly "How much would you tell me anyway? Even though I've faced Voldemort three different times since starting at Hogwarts, I'm evidently 'too young' to be in the Order of the Phoenix. Tell you what. I'll ask questions. Tell me everything that you'd be comfortable telling, say, Ginny."
"I - I think I'll go to bed." Said Ginny. She'd started blushing again at Harry's request. That definately didn't happen last time. She made to move, but Harry motioned for her to stay.
Molly glared at Harry, missing the motion. "And just why should we do that? You deserve to hear a lot more than Ginny does, beca-"
"Because why? I guarantee you that she'd find out everything and more anyway, if not from me than from Hermione."
"Hang on!" "How come Harry gets his questions answered?" "We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!" "'You're too young, you're not in the Order,' Harry's not even Of Age!" Bellowed the twins angrily.
The argument between Sirius and Molly started again in earnest. Snape was looking from Harry to Ginny, with what Ginny swore was a look of understanding in his face. Harry facepalmed, and went over to him, motioning for Ginny to come as well. Pulling Snape into a side room, Harry lit his wand.
"Severus," began Harry. He stopped suddenly, and Ginny wondered if he didn't know what to say to his professor.
Snape, however, was kind enough to tell him just what to say. "Potter, you are to call me 'Professor Snape', or else 'sir'. Not Snape, not Severus, not Snivellus, not Sev. I am your teacher, not your friend."
"Very well then, sir," said Harry simply "but, as I'm sure you have already guessed, I am not the same Harry that watched you show the Dark Mark to Fudge back in June."
Snape made eye contact with Harry for a minute or two. In the background, Ginny could hear her mother emphasising the words "needs to know". Didn't anyone know or care that Harry and her weren't in the room any more?
Snape broke eye contact with Harry, and then turned to Ginny. "Do I have your permission, Future Mrs Potter?"
Dumbfounded, Ginny said without realizing it "Yes, sir."
Snape made eye contact with her, and she began to remember the major points of her life. Harry telling her that he came back too. Waking up to the voice of a dead man. Harry proposing to her. The rebuilding of Hogwarts. Draco apologizing for his and his family's actions. The mass funeral for those that fell in the Second Battle of Hogwarts. The funerals of Fred, Snape, and even Tom Riddle. Voldemort's last killing curse rebounding on him. Molly killing Bellatrix. Hagrid carrying Harry. The Carrows torturing her before Easter Holiday. Snape as Headmaster. The evacuation of the Burrow. The Funeral of Albus Dumbledore. The First Battle of Hogwarts. Her anger at Harry for cutting Draco open. The death of Sirius Black. The battle in the Department of Mysteries. Harry emerging from the Maze. Waking up in the Chamber of Secrets, seeing Harry standing over her. Harry at Platform Nine and Three Quarters for the first time... Harry... Harry...
The effect broke. Snape looked away, embarrased. "I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I did not mean to see into your heart." He turned back to Harry. "Potter, she loves you very deeply. If you ever cause her pain, I guarantee you that you won't even live to know the wrath of her family. Now, I'm assuming that the two of you will want Occlumency lessons?"
"We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this, if you please!" came Sirius' voice through the door.
"Professor," said Harry "we should probably rejoin the rest of the Order."
Ginny nodded. She'd never had Legilimency used on her before. She had thought that she was only reminiscing at high speed until after Snape had apologized.
Unnoticed, Harry, Ginny, and Snape returned to the conversation.
"Not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture - from us, rather than a garbled version from... others." Lupin said, giving the impression that he knew some Extendible Ears still were in use. Which, as true as that was, was not something that Ginny found particularly comforting given her memories of the next four years. The next minute or so proceeded roughly as Ginny remembered it - Molly trying to prevent Harry from learning anything by appealing to a higher authority (in this case, the orders from Dumbledore), another argument between Sirius and Molly, and Lupin's defusing of the situation.
"I think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this," he said calmly. "He's old enough to decide for himself."
Harry looked at Molly and Arthur, and said firmly "I stand by what I said before. I want to know what's going on. If it's not something you'd be comfortable telling your daughter, then don't bother telling me."
Apparently, Molly Weasley didn't quite understand the hint, as she then proceeded to order Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George out of the kitchen - to no success. As before, Arthur intervened on behalf of the twins, and Harry pointed out that Ron and Hermione would hear everything from him anyway. This only left Ginny, who was ordered out of the room again. She stormed out, yet somehow careful not to wake the portrait of Sirius' Mother.
Harry stood up and followed her out, slamming the door behind him and leaving behind a bewildered Mrs. Weasley in his wake. Molly called to the door. "Harry, I thought you had questions for us."
Ginny smiled as she turned around. With a tease in her voice, she whispered to Harry. "All part of your grand scheme to include me more this time around, Peverell?"
Harry winced; she had used the name that she saved for when she was annoyed with him. "Sorry, Ginny, I didn't mean to annoy you. Would you prefer that I didn't mean what I said?"
Ginny thought about this for a moment. "I think we should make mum and dad keep to what they agreed to. If they can't tell me, then they can't tell you."
Harry nodded, and they both re-entered the room...
"Okay, Harry, now - Ginevra! Bed!"
...only for them both to leave it again. It went on like this for five minutes (with more and more people joining Snape, who had set up a Muffliato so that they could laugh freely) before Molly realized that Harry meant what he said about keeping it to what she'd be comfortable telling Ginny...
Which was blown completely out of the water when Harry asked his first question. "How long has Riddle been trying to break into the Department of Mysteries?"
Ginny facepalmed. From the look on his face, Snape was having to make an effort to not do likewise. All the other order members just stared at Harry. Sirius recovered quickly, asking softly "How do you know about the prophecy?"
"I never said anything about a specific prophecy, just that Riddle was trying to get into the Department of Mysteries."
"And how did you know about that?" asked Molly sharply.
"You remember that article that Rita Skeeter wrote about me last year?"
"Which one?" asked one of the Twins.
"The last one she wrote before Herm... before her Hiatus, where she was writing about my 'funny turns'." Harry took a large gulp of Butterbeer, then continued. "They happen when Riddle is feeling strong emotions. I think Snape can explain why it happens better; it has something to do with the connection that Riddle and I share." Harry said slowly. "When he is particularly... emotional, I see and hear what he can see and hear. Last time it happened, he was upset with... someone... as to how he didn't yet have any useful spies in the Department of Mysteries." He looked over to Snape, who looked back with what Ginny thought was a look of understanding.
"What Potter says is not wholly inaccurate." He began, slowly. "The Dark Lord has been frustrated at his inability to retrieve The Prophecy. It is possible that the connection between Potter and The Dark Lord can simulate Legilimency, which means that Potter would be able to see into the Dark Lord's mind when he is... beside himself. If this is the case, I will suggest to Dumbledore that we have Potter learn Occlumency as quickly as possible. However, if the Dark Lord is in dire need of new spies in the Department of Mysteries, then that is news to me." With a sigh, he continued. "He despises Rookwood, calls him useless, and the other Death Eaters occasionally pretend that he is not one of us, but Rookwood's placement makes him almost as valuable to the Dark Lord as I am." Snape, after a moment's thought, continued. "Well, his placement, as well as his command of the Imperius Curse. Bellatrix, Yaxley, and formerly Crouch, were the only Death Eaters to create a stronger leash, as it were, on their victims."
Arthur frowned. "We knew about the Imperius strength of Bellatrix and Yaxley. Rookwood's is surprising, though." He took a swig of Butterbeer. "Crouch's was as good as Moody's, from what I heard. Where does Rookwood stand in that respect?"
Snape pondered for a moment, then gave his answer deliberately slowly. Ginny looked at Harry, and mouthed 'They forgot about us.' Harry nodded in silent agreement.
"Potter was able to resist Crouch at first contact, and when given plenty of time to prepare to resist. There were maybe only three other students at Hogwarts that could have done that. Rookwood would be resisted by about a third of the fifth years, half of the N.E.W.T.-level students at Hogwarts... IF he announced it a minute before casting."
"And if he didn't?" asked Harry apprehensively.
Snape looked deadly serious. "When you are caught by a surprise Imperius, Potter, it is nearly impossible to resist, and that is under normal circumstances. Rookwood has refined his Imperius in such a way that there is no sensation of bliss. His is particularly powerful against those who have a Trained Resistance to Imperius – not unlike what Crouch did to you in repeatedly exposing you to the floating sensation – because people trained to resist Imperius will expect a floating feeling and a general loss of awareness."
Hermione suddenly had a fearful look in her eyes. So did Arthur and Molly. Sirius gulped. Ginny's mind was racing. 'An undetectable Imperius... I remember what Crouch did to us. That floating feeling... I could never have said no to that voice that promised more bliss... but that bliss became a warning...' "So," she began "Rookwood's Imperius power comes from people thinking it's their own idea."
Snape nodded. "Rookwood was only ever caught as being a Death Eater because he'd tried to command Karkaroff instead of convincing him. That's how the rest of us came to know about Rookwood's trick. It wouldn't surprise me if many of the willing followers had originally been Imperiused by Rookwood, Lucius Malfoy included."
Ginny and Harry nodded. They both thought about the Malfoy family after the war had ended in their home time. While Draco and Harry could never be called friendly, and Narcissa certainly still wanted to cling to Blood Superiority, Lucius had genuinely stopped chasing the Dark Arts.
The room was quiet for a few minutes, the silence broken only by breathing and the occasional gulp of Butterbeer. Harry smiled. "So, now we all know what Riddle's after. Now back to my original question. Why does he want the prophecy?"
Hermione looked at Harry, frowning a little. Before she could speak, however, the door opened again. Everyone looked up at the newcomer, who looked back at them. His royal purple robes covered the ground immediately around his feet, his snow-white hair (echoed in his beard) came down to his belt, and his nose looked as though it had been broken long ago and never fixed properly. Ginny wondered if Albus Dumbledore kept his nose like that out of penance for what had happened between himself and his family.
The old wizard entered the room, and an awkward silence fell upon the members of the order. Dumbledore hadn't wanted any of the students, least of all Harry, to know about the prophecy. Ginny smiled inwardly; Dumbledore could never have planned on time-travelers.
It seemed that Harry was unfazed. "Hello, Professor Dumbledore. The others were just bringing me up to speed about what Ri- what Voldemort is up to." Ginny wondered briefly as to why Harry was suddenly calling Riddle Voldemort after years of saying Riddle. "Also, I think Professor Snape has some important news for you."
Severus (who was taken by surprise at this), nodded in agreement and took Dumbledore aside. Once everyone was relatively sure that Dumbledore was out of earshot, Arthur Weasley answered Harry's question.
"Dumbledore figures that Voldemort attacked you because he only heard part of the prophecy. How Voldemort heard the prophecy to begin with, he won't say. As things stand now, the Death Eaters are so focused on getting the full contents of the prophecy that they are neglecting their other projects."
Harry looked as though he was deep in thought. "That fits with the lack of mysterious events. But that still doesn't answer why he wants it. Does he think it'll give him the means to kill me for good or something?"
Ginny really did smile at this point. That was exactly what the case had been last time. Remus picked up where Arthur left off. "Dumbledore says that Voldemort thinks that is the case."
"Wait… Dumbledore said that You-Know-Who only thinks that this is the case? As in, it really doesn't?" said Ron
Before anyone could answer, Dumbledore and Snape came out of wherever they were and stopped the conversation. "Mister Weasley, that is just a likely possibility. In any event, the longer that Voldemort is focused on getting the prophecy, the longer we have to prepare for when he moves into the open."
Harry snorted. "Well, in any case, that's really all I wanted to know for tonight. Even if I never got a satisfactory explanation for why this is going on, I know what is going on. I do have another question, though."
Dumbledore looked apprehensive, but against his better judgment he said "Ask away, Harry."
"The prophecy had to have been made to somebody, yes?"
"Yes, it was." And that was all Dumbledore would say on the subject. Not that Harry had asked further questions. "Now, I would like to meet with Harry, Mister Weasley, Miss Granger, and Miss Weasley. I would like to discuss something with them, and I would rather it were not overheard."
The four students obediently followed Dumbledore into a side room. Nobody questioned Dumbledore when it came to Harry. Nobody ever did.
Dumbledore conjured up five chairs and a table. As each of the five took their seats, Ginny noticed that Dumbledore was avoiding looking into anyone's eyes. Dumbledore sat with his back to the door, with Hermione immediately to his left and herself to his right. Ron was next to Hermione, and this left Harry with the seat next to Ginny. She smiled at Harry, but said nothing.
Dumbledore looked in Harry's direction. "Who else?"
Ron and Hermione looked confused at this. Even more so at Harry's answer. "Not Ron or Hermione. Just Ginny, as far as I know. How did you find out?"
"Severus told me. Did we win?"
"Riddle died from a reflected Avada Kedavra."
"No priori incantatem? What happened to your wand?"
"Hermione broke it when we were escaping from a trap, but Riddle had your wand anyway."
"Tom had my wand? Interesting. Who killed me?"
"Snape did, but Draco Malfoy disarmed you before that."
Ron and Hermione were looking more confused by the minute. "Er, sir, what exactly is going on?" asked Hermione timidly.
Dumbledore stopped and chuckled. "My apologies, Miss Granger. It would seem that Harry and Miss Weasley here are from the future." Ron looked at Dumbledore like he was even more insane, while Hermione just looked like she didn't believe what she was hearing. "I assumed that, given the nature of your friendship, all four of you had come back. It would seem that I was mistaken."
Harry nodded. "If I knew why me and Ginny had been sent back, I'd be working to fix it right now. Is it possible to send people back in time against their will?"
Dumbledore thought for a moment. "If it is possible to go back in time, then I am sure that it is possible to send others back in time without their foreknowledge or consent. I take it that you did not plan on being in this time?"
Ginny spoke, annoyed. "Considering I had just accepted Harry's marriage proposal before we had been sent back, I should think neither of us were planning on this." Ron's jaw dropped, and Hermione giggled. Ginny chose not to reveal that the two of them would become a couple in the future. Apparently, Harry did as well. Ginny continued. "Sir, do you think that we could end the war before it really gets going this time? Harry lost a lot the first time around because we didn't know enough soon enough."
Dumbledore considered for a moment, then sighed. "It should be possible, if you did indeed kill Tom for good in your time. Did you?"
Ginny looked at Harry. "Yes." He said simply. For once, Dumbledore did not immediately believe Harry. Instead, the two of them locked eyes. Ginny was sure that Dumbledore was viewing Harry's memories, looking for proof of the fact.
Dumbledore looked away sharply, after only a few seconds. "Oh dear… well, at least you did survive that time. And thank you for confirming what I had suspected ever since Miss Weasley's first year at Hogwarts."
"And, er, what did you suspect? Sir?" asked Hermione.
"That Tom Riddle anchored his soul to this world using multiple horcruxes, Miss Granger. One of which, unfortunately, either was or is Harry." Dumbledore sighed, and wiped his eyes. "In any event, I do have some unfortunate news to share with the rest of the Order, and it affects you four directly." He stood up, and the four followed him out.
Harry took Ginny's hand and whispered to her. "Ginny, you wouldn't happen to know why Mad-Eye Moody was in Little Whinging the other night, would you?"
Ginny blushed and whispered back. "I didn't want you to be fighting the dementors alone this time around. I know you can do it, but we do have the Ministry to worry about this year."
"There is that, only..." A kiss, and then they both were quiet as Dumbledore made an announcement.
"It would seem," began Albus "that the Ministry is not content to ignore Voldemort's return to power. With the arrest of Alastor Moody-"
The room exploded in anger and noise.
"Mad-Eye arrested!" "What happened?" "Fudge is off his rocker!"
Dumbledore held up his hand. Harry squeezed Ginny's hand harder. "The Ministry believes that Alastor brought dementors into a muggle community in an attempt to discredit them, with evidence that the dementors are no longer under the sole control of the ministry. Yes, that is not what happened, but he did not argue the charges. I don't think I'd have been able to get him out of trouble, especially after what happened last year. In any event, he is under house arrest, and the Ministry is using this as an excuse to appoint one of their own as a Hogwarts teacher."
Harry and Ginny groaned. "Not Dolores Umbridge!" they said together. Remus flinched at the name, and Dumbledore nodded gravely.
"Indeed, Professor Dolores Umbridge has been appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher by Minister Fudge."
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