Mislead Loyalties (( Suspect and Ginerva))

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Ginny was sitting in the headmasters office, waiting for the Professor Magonagle to come back with Harry and her family. No one was supposed to know about her mission. But she was at least allowed to say goodbye to her family, and Harry, who everyone thought she was romantically involved with. She was nervous, she had no idea what her parents say. She had spent the last two months training for it. After class lessons on how to walk, talk and for all practical purposes, be from 1945. She sat there, in a school robe with no house symbol, but the uniform was different. The skirt was longer than the current uniform, down past her knees by several inches. The shirt was a soft blue sweater, not the white button up shirt that she was used to. Her hair was blown back and curly like Rita Hayworth.

She bit her lip as her family came into the office. She took a deep breath while she fidgeted nervously in her chair. Everyone just stood in silence as they looked around at each other confused. The only one who knew what was going on was Hermione. "Gin, you look breathtaking. Like a doll, an old fashioned doll" she said, cutting the silence. "Gin, what happened to you, you look like you came out of a really old picture," said Ron confused.

"Professor Dumbledore has been teaching me what I need to do. I will go back to 1945 to be closer to you-kn .... Tom Riddle" she realize that when she opened her eyes he was not Voldemort yet. He was just starting to have fun with the name. He had only killed Moaning Merytle so far. Even if he wasn't as bad when she went back, he was bad enough now to need to be killed. She would be able to do this, she was trained to. "And when he lets his guard down, I'll kill him" all of them looked at her like she was crazy. Everyone remained silent for several minutes before chaos rang out, everyone screaming and yelling about how there was no way Ginny was going to do this. There had to be some other way, Harry was the loudest of all, surprisingly out yelling Molly.

It took almost two hours before Dumbledore simply waved his wand putting everyone except Ginny into a full body bind. "She will be going, and she will return to a safe world." Ginny walked to where her trunk was, in the middle of a white circle on the floor. "Ms. Weasley, here is the package of information about you for the school. All the information on your grades and information about your involvement with Quidditch. Also you will be known as Ginerva Martin. There are to many Weasley at Hogwarts in 1945," he said with a laugh and a wink of his eye. She held on the trunk, drinking the potion from the goblet in her hand. She clamped her eyes closed, feeling a strange tightening in her chest. She collapsed on the floor, the color draining from her face. The trunk and Ginny faded away quickly, leaving nothing but an empty white circle.

When she opened her eyes, she was back in the Headmaster's office. For a moment she thought that it had not worked until she heard a voice speaking "Ah, Ms. Martin, you've arrived," she turned around, realizing that she was standing in the office of Headmaster Dippet. A much younger Dumbledore stood behind him. She smiled politely. "Hello headmaster, here are my records. "she said, handing him the packet of information. She was not worried about keeping her story straight if they asked her questions. She repeated it enough times to be able to say it quite normally." Your guide Mr. Riddle, will be here in a few moments, once he is here you will be sorted into a house. " he said softly. "You are sixteen, but will be seventeen this month. We will put you in seventh year. Your grades are good, I do not doubt you'll be able to catch up to your classmates. " he seemed to be talking to himself more than to anyone else.

Ginny smiled politely, reaching her arm out over her trunk, a long green snake slithering up her arm. "This is my familiar Nygin" she said softly, watching the headmaster coil away the slightest bit in fear. She had actually not chosen the name. Harry had taught her to speak parsletongue, a skill she would find useful on her current mission, though he had no idea she had needed to learn it for this mission. He would never have agreed to teach her if he had known. Nygin had told Ginny what her name was, she thought it was appropriate. If you rearranged the letters in Ginny you got Nygin.

Although Ginny couldn't help but wonder if perhaps her own companion was related to Voldemort's familiar Nagini, they looked strikingly similar.