Chapter 3
Molly has been waiting the Chosen One till the bitter end and so brothers only barely managed not to get late to the train but I didn't care. We moved to the Burrow through the fireplace where I began preparing a dinner which hasnt taken too much time given that now throught ten months I had to cook only for three people excluding holidays. After having a dinner I rushed upstairs to busy myself with studying various subjects and my handiwork in breaks, waiting for a guest, whose arrival would be "exciting" for Molly.
Grandma Muriel appeared at evening when it was a time to prepare a dinner which I have already been doing.
-Good evening aunty! What brings you to us?" There was an unveiled scorn in Weasley's Seniour ' s voice and, to my surprise, there was a fear as well.
- "Im here because of your daughter, Molly," old woman began, "each saturday' s morning till studying in Hogwarts will be starting I will take her to my house to teach her in private."
- "No! You won't get my daughter!" Weasley were getting furious, which looked hilarious considering that all participants of a conversation knew the truth. "She has another fate, she must..."
- 'Molly, she owes nothing to no one," grandma's voice was steel, "in this age girl's wishes shall be taken into consideration, time for her education shall be payed too..."
- "Im not letting Ginny go anywhere!" Molly shrieked.
- "No one is asking you, dear," Pruett smirked, then adressed me, "Ginny, do you agree for me to become your mentor?" "Yes, grandma," I answered, smiling slightly and rushed to my room to continue me business.
- "Sign, the girl had given her agreeing," I heard a domineeting voice of Muriel while ascending the stairs.
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Naturally, Weasley signed a contract but her treatment to me deteriorated visibly - the smiles, which had been in the beginning of my arrival here, were no longer there. But I didnt care, I was busy with homework given by my grandma, I was studying additional literature and was sewing from time to time, also, each Sunday I was visiting Lovegoods, bringing pastry or some clothes made by me. Two weeks after my brothers left to Hogwarts first orders began appearing. I reported to brothers that they should find someone who could take meazurements with hands or through a spell, then they sent an order to me with wishes of additional options for clothes or accessories. Initially, there were two or three a week but a month later they grow in numbers and variability. Now I was sewing not only blouses, shirts, trousers and cloacks, but also an underwear with certain options, outcoatcs, which won't requires an usage of fur, which I havent worked with yet. How would I know what exactly a customer needed? Simple - customers were describing an item throughly or just sent a draw or a photo. Prices weren't as steep as at Malkin's shop but I was profitting still. For example, I was sewing a shirt with runes for ten sickleys or silver coins when schoolers were purchasing the same clothes without a runic embroidery for fifteen. And so by the time of a Christmas I have earned about hundred galleons in a pure profit, occassionally getting out to the Diagon Valley for purchasing materials. I was keeping money in a bottomless pouch so that Mollly couldn't get to it, as she was aware of my activities and has already attempted to get my earnings. Since my family thought ceremonies and rituals were a black magic thing,- which I found amusing when find out - I decided to celebrated Yule, or Christmas, as it is known among ordinary people, with Lovegoods. After a ritual of 24 th of December, I felt all weariness, which has accumulates in me, vanished and my body as well as my soul received a new surge of energy.
Christmass gifts come out symbolic - for a whole family I have made a dreamcatcher which is shun spirits away and helps to receive pleasant and peacefull dreams. From Ron's first letter I learnt that Harry has been sorted to Hufflepuff, my brother wasn't happy about that, I knitted a hat and mittens for Harry in colours of Hufflepuff, with initials and warming charms. I applied a letter to this gift: "Merry Christmass, Harry Potter! Im glad you listened to my advice. Ginny Weasley, the girl from the Train Station." Ron hasn't come back from the school for Christmass, probably stayed to keep trying to influence the Chosen One. But thats for the better, this way I wont have to hear the brother's whining. Parents have plans for holidays and so as soon as twins and Percey have come back from the school, the whole family headed for Romania to Charley, if I got it correctly. I have never thought that I will ever see a living dragon. What can I say? These perfect beings are hazardoud creatures of fifth class of danger, they are also killing machines. But they were of interest for me because of ingredients and materials for a handcraft. Charley was aware of my actinity and so his christmass gift was a roll of dragonhide and a small pouch of dragonscale. At my questioning look, which was saying like where did he get it from in such amount, the brother replied that he has gathered materials from dying dragons, which were impossible to be saved. I was doubting this but so be it, it was I who involves in smuggling after all. Of course, I fellt bad for these wonderfull beings, but humans have always been greedy. Parents and Ron gifted me with sweets I didnt like, but Percey and twins fetched several rolls of rare fabrics. I was curious about where did they get money for a gift like this. One day, while taking a stroll with Charles throughout a wildlife reserve, while the rest of the family has left to a local market, I noticed the dragons were following me with their glances, which was making me feel uneasy. The brother noticed this too and frowned, like contemplating about something. "You are not Ginny," Charley stated and looked at me in such a way I realised I better tell him the truth. "How did you figure this out?" I have confirmed his speculation with this question "I have come to this by dragon's reaction on you," my brother began his narration," these being are reacting at our family very violently, because we are being Blood Traitors for several generations already. But as for you - dragons reacted like they should have reacted at a person with pure aura, though when real Ginny visited last time reptiles were enraged a lot. Besides, your activity, to which my sister won't ever lower herself...
"Im sorry that it happened like that with Ginny," I said, "I myself was shocked when instead of hell or paradise I ended up in a child's body."
"Tell me about yourself and your previous life, I guarant you that parents and younger brothers wont learn of this," Charlie asked me. I told him everything, what have happened to me. When I finished me story, he smiled, "of course it is not proper to say that, but still I would say - as a sister and as a person you are much better than Ginny..."
Upon my return to Burrow, I payed a visit to Lovegoods immediately, they granted me a usefull present, just as in previous time. Seeing that Xenophilius was an owner of a magazine it wasnt hard for him to issue several examples from catalogue of clothes created by me. I liked nickname they choosed - Mokosh. Very symbolical, considering where I came from. When they even had a time to fetch models I was sewing? Im not surprised at this family's abilities anymore. Me and Xenophilius made a deal according to which he would get five percent of prophit from my items' sells. These people helped me a lot and still helps, so this is the least I can do for them.
Before elder brothers' leaving to Hogwarts I have given them the catalogues. Redheads understood what to do with them. Of course, after catalogues appeared, there were much more orders. Everything was arranged in simple manner. A purchaser would shove their wand into an item they choosed and then an inscription with their name and location, and a number of the item would appear in my notebook. I was working with prepayment, amount of which was a half of the item's price. The prepayment would go into my vault, registered at summer under name of Eveline Pruett, and this income would also reflected in my notebook. When the order was ready I would deliver it with an owl and the purchaser was supposed to pay throught a day after delivery, in case of failure of the payment the item would be sent back to me. And promised five percent would go to Lovegoods authomatically. That was a system Ive organised together with goblins who have requested only for one percent instead of one and half. Everyone was satisfied.
Before start of Hogwarts exams I managed to earn five hundreds of galleons, which have stayed in my vault. Though there were a lot of orders I wasnt forgotten to perform tasks from Pruetts, especially for Potions, in which I began succeeding quickly and studying of which was going in a fast rate. As soon as grandma noticed this, she rearranged the lessons' schedule. From eith oclock to ten on saturdays I would be reporting about hometask with claryfication of material I have problems to understand, and since eleven to seven there would be practice and some theory for potionbrewing. I was fine with this, since I wanted to try to issue parfume, though there was one problem - a flore shall not be a local one. Pruetts gave me two years for inventing parfume with local plants and if everything would go fine, they they promised to bring me to America and Russia
My brothers come back home at end of June and immediatelly showered me with orders for them for the next year, except for Ron who was still angry at me for my friendship with Luna. I didn't mind because Ive already been able to sew of to knit three items simultaneously, which was helpfull in time-saving. How about exhaustion you may ask? I simply wasn't feeling it thanks to ritual, I was conducting in my room or in Lovegoods' house. But then a question arise -how I would handle everything at school. One Saturday in June instead of studying I went to a Diagon Valley with grandma Muriel. From our conversition I learnt that Llord Pruett was very approving of me since Im increasing money given me at last summer instead of wasting like Molly had been doing. And so Pruett family decided to make me a gift before my arrival to Hogwarts. In order to prevent my manufacturing from stopping while I would be busy with lessons at Hogwarts they bought a house elf Ellie for me, she has been taught basics of cutting and sewing, they also gifted me a suitcase, inside of which there was a room of twelve squared meters, the room was arranged as a sewing workshop and a small potion brewery. It was a very expensive gift and so I wont never make my relatives upset, since they believe that on this rate I would make it. I have bound Ellie to myself immediatelly and so I would be giving all procurements to the elf, so that she would bring them to my room, I have given her an access preliminary, since runic protection was still working. In the end I bought fabrics, yarn, ingredients for experimental potions and various materials for 400 galleons, so there was two hundreds left on my account aside from contribution from Pruetts. In the end me and grandma went to the bank to put a half of gifted money into assets, I have pointed out and I hired one of goblins, which were servicing Pruetts, so that he would watch over my account and increase its content. By this creature's grin I realised that the bank's worker left satisfied with conditions. Getting back home, I began creating cloacks for my brothers, simultaneously teaching the elf of nuances because she would be sewing while I would be studying in Hogwarts. Days before Potter's arrival were monotonous, my chores were limited to cook a lunch, the rest of time I would pay my lessons, experiments with potions and sewing, with latter a bit decresing due to summer season. That was how days before beginning of august were going. Said beginning of the august was peculiar for that there were no twins, no Ron and no charmed car...