Chapter 12
In this year only three girls ended up in Slytherin House and so we were put together to live in the same room. Our roomate was Astoria Greengras, who has seemed to be an icy princcess in the Great Hall but in fact the girl was lively and joyfull, though only in our presence. Our roomate admitted, that she had been very surprised by my sorting, but after looking at my behaviour she quickly realised, that I have nothing to do in other houses. I feel like this is a beginning of a new friendship. The studying proccess turned out to be easy to a point of obscenety, but this is probably going to be easy only in a beginning and so I spent my free time to researches and orders. As for teachers and disciplines? I will start from transfiguration, which was a first in a row. A demonstration of animagia, a transformation of a cat sitting on a desk into a professor is able to cause an excitement only for muggleborns and those who were brought up by muggles. Also, MacGonnagal was claiming, that an animagia is a very complicated subdivision of a transfiguration, which not everyone is able to learn. I don't believe it! In canon three of Maraudeurs learnt this subject in a third year to keep a company to their friend-werewolf. Then, the professor gave us a task to turn a match into a needly, while doing so she didnt provide an explanation of a transformation, she only gave a formula. A curious thing is that almost all slytherins including myself handled the task, as for gryffindor - only two of them made some progress and said progress was limited to sharpen this match. Guess who were given points? Certainly, it wasnt us
As for DADA's professor - one could write a whole book about him. Of course I know what Dumbledore is inviting such people to a teacher' s position , it is so that a young generation will grow undereducated and always relying on someone but the Headmaster and Harry Potter arent eternal and so I have bougth a normal textbook about Dark arts and a defence from them. Said textbook was issued in forties of a current century. Having visited one single lesson teached by writer Lockheart I quited attending DADA's lessons. After all the most important thing for grades were results of OWLS.
"Miss Weasley, for how long have you been studying potion brewing?" The potion brewer asked me, when we stayed alone.
"For over a year, sir" At my reply he arched his brow, which meant a distrust, "grandma has been surprised at my abilities too when she began teaching me."
"Are you talking about Muriel Pruett?" The professor inquired, looking thoughtfull and interested.
"Yes, sir."
"Im waiting you each tuesday and friday at seven afternoon," Snape responded, then fixed his gaze down at parchments, scattered on his desk, letting me know, that the conversation is over.
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At that day I was walking to the House's living roomm with my mood brightened up, seeing, that I will be taught delicacies of the subject by a master of it. But my lightened mood has disappeared immediately, when on my way I encountered my brother, who had forgotten in the dungeons who knows what. "Ginny, how could you?!" Ron began yelling through a whole corridor to hear. "Hanging out with snakes! Have you thought about parents?!" "I don't see a problem, brother," I said calmly, "all houses are good ones, it is not my fault, that a green one suits me better." "Slytherin slut!" The redhead boy spat out. Interesting, if this person knows how he has just called his sister?" "Twenty points from Gryffindor, mister Weasley, for insulting a student," a vioice heard behind me," and also today your parents will get a letter about your inappropriate behaviour." The redhead boy was only hissing and reddened and, seeing that he couldnt say anything else, he left the dungeons quickly. "Miss Weasley, I will accompany you to the living room," the professor said, "otherwise you may run into more adventures." "Thank you, sir," I only smiled and followed the teacher.
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However, not everything in my life was that bright. The most unpleasant thing was how Molly and Arthur took to my sorting. On a next day of my arrival to Hogwarts mother sent a howler to Ron, in which she was reprimanding him for a flight in a bewitched car, when she turned her attention at me I simply burnt this red envelope.
After a first week of the school year I was suddenly summoned to the headmaster. Though I did have assumptions about a reason what was it for, I walked to Dumbledore in Snape's company, he was surprised about this course of events, because my behaviour was propriate and I was studying with excellence. But I did informed one person who was able to protect me. Having entered the old man's office, I realised, that my suspicions were correct because Weasleys were there already.
"Hello, headmaster! Mom, dad," I nodded to them, following norms of propriety.
"Ginny! You will put the Hat and you will be sorted to Gryffindor!" Molly claimed, my brow flied up. It seems, the headmaster managed to apply some charms, which were forcing the artefact to give a result, required by those in a charge.
"No, mom, Im staying in Slytherin House," I responded calmly and mother reddened.
"My girl," the headmaster began his song, making me cringe," your parents and brothers are gryffindors and so you supposed to be on their House."
"Headmaster, I suppose to be where I belong Im my own person" "You are wrong, " the woman said," till your adulthood we are your guardians and can do whatever we want to you." "Enough!" Professor Snape said and he was about to continue the discussion but a fireplace flashed with a green flame, Lord Pruett and grandma Muriell exited. Weasleys' and Dumbledore's faces paled. "Molly," grandfather adressed mother," do not even think about using Eveline to achieve your goals! You are aware what I can do." "Eveline?" Arthur asked in a confusion. "Eveline Maria Pruett," Grandma Muriell said and then ranted a legend we made up "Molly, you signed a paper, accirding to which Im the girl's mentor and so I have more rights on her than you do. During her tutoring Lord Oruett become interested in her and decided to accept her into a lineage. Besides we are paying for her studying in Hogwarts." - -" But isnt it requiring a ritual of disowning conducted by parents or a head of a lineage?" Snape inquired, he wasnt that easy to fool.
"This not neccessary, cause it works other way around too the main thing is a strong desire and a prove that a child wasnt treated well in a family he or she was connected to," Lord Pruett replied to the professor and then he turned to his daughter," I don't know what you did to the girl, Molly but the ritual worked and accepted her desire."
"Ginny?" A sadness in Arthur's voice was so tangible and profusal it seemed it could be collected by spoons. It seemed the man didnt have any clue about his wife's and the headmaster's manipulations.
"Dad, you are always at work and you dont know what is going on at home, when you arent there," I began," mom didnt care about me. When I asked her to teach me simple domestic charms she said, that wives of wealthy wizards do not need this...I want to live my own life, not a life made up by you. I want to learn and to develop but even this I had to fight my teeth and nails for.
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When Arthur looked at his wife it seemed like his eyes were throwing thunderbolts. It was the first time for me to see this. Pruetts have been surprised by their son-in-law's reaction too and they realised, that a sourse of the girl's misfortunes was their daughter.
"Headmaster, rewrite school documents," Pruett said," now instead of Ginevra Molly Weasley this school is attended by Eveline Maria Pruett. My regards!"
Grandmother and grandfather left the headmaster's office just as I with the professor, who after some time said:
"Be carefull, I think your brothers won't forgive you for this."
Before Halloween, which was a day when something unordinary would happened, everything goes as usually: minimum of studying, which goes easy for me, orders and tutoring with the professor, where I could experimenting with perfume and cosmetic potions. Brothers, except for Ron, showed understanding and said they would have done the same thing if they had been given an opportunity.
You may ask me what about Riddle's diary. I have no idea where it could be, seeing, that a course of events began turning into nowhere. Everything was peacefull till Halloween celebration.