Ginny was going to Hogwarts.

Ginny was going to Hogwarts!

She resisted the urge to squeal again as she held up her letter and danced around her tiny room, whispering, "Hogwarts! Hogwarts! I'm a real witch! I'm Ginny goddamn Weasley! And I'm going to Hogwarts!"

Now they just had to go to Diagon Alley, where the diary would come into her possession (ha, possession) and she'd kill it with fire before any of that Chamber of Secrets nonsense even happened.

But they'd need the snake's fangs for future horcruxes.

The Room of Requirement could conjure them, which is convenient as she'd have to go there anyway to kill Ravenclaw's tiara or whatever— oh, not the time! Ginny couldn't think right now about important things, she was going to Hogwarts!

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After all that mildly embarrassing and majorly infuriating business with Lucius and Arthur and Gilderoy Poptart in the bookstore, Ginny was just glad to have the diary in her cauldron.

If he smiled his creepy Colgate commercial smile in any of their directions again, she was going to expelliarmus his wand and snap it in half.

Expelliarmus was her only combat spell she could do wordless and wandless (as tested on Fred and George when she was young enough that they ruled it as accidental magic) as she'd only put such a large amount of migraine-inducing effort into the spells she deemed would help her in the long run.

She still couldn't do the bat-bogey hex, which was just a disgrace, honestly.

Watch out, Death Eaters, Not Ginny's up to snappin'.

I can't believe I just thought that in my head.

"I can't believe people are that bigoted here!"

Ginny looked to Hermione, where she was ranting to Harry and Ron. She walked over to them. "The wizarding world doesn't even have those neat pre-filled quills you said muggles have, we are absolutely not above magical racism."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "'We'? Are you saying you're a part of it?"

Ginny shrugged. "I can't very well separate myself from other magical people, as that would be refusing to take responsibility for a problem I contribute to by not actively fighting it, so I guess I am."

"That's—"

"Then again, I am an eleven year old girl, so one could not reasonably expect me to be able to do anything about the rampant underlying race problem in our society, so maybe I don't count."

The three twelve year olds looked at Ginny, gobsmacked, all but for Hermione, who looked cross and confused and even more cross for her confusion.

Ron spoke first. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?"

Ginny smiled serenely and tried not to grimace at her own stupid mouth. "I was talking to Luna about it the other day."

Ron scoffed and immediately disregarded everything she'd said. "Oh, Loony, that explains it."

"Don't call her that!"

"Loony Loony Loony—"

"I will feed you to the squid Percy told me about."

Hermione piped up. "The squid is a vegetarian."

Ginny pointed at her. "Never mind than, you. Smart person."

"Pointing is rude."

Ginny threw her hand up in the air.

Harry snorted.

Ginny turned to him. "You've been awfully quiet, there. Have you any thoughts about the problems in wizarding society?"

Ron turned red. "There aren't any problems!"

Harry looked at him and then nodded his head. "Yeah!"

Ginny and Hermione shared a look before turning back to them in unfairly judgmental silence.

Ron puffed up and started grasping at straws. "Ginny's just talking weird because she has a crush on Harry!"

Harry turned red and looked away in embarrassment.

Ginny snorted at the idea that she'd have a crush on a twelve year old boy and rolled her eyes. "This is news to me. If anyone has a crush, it's Ron on Hermione."

Hermione turned red and looked away in embarrassment.

Ron started spluttering and Ginny took the opportunity to turn to the other two. "Sorry you were brought into our sibling spat, don't worry about anything we said."

Harry nodded shyly and looked away as if he'd like to get far away from her. "You're different from before."

Ginny tilted her head, blushing at her inability to present as a normal child. "Sorry. I don't actually know where any of that came from. Um. Do you like quidditch?"

He brightened. "'Course! I'm on the team and everything!"

Ginny grinned and leaned toward him. "Don't tell my brothers, but I've been practicing flying since I was little. I recon I could beat you in a race."

He suddenly looked determined. "You're on!"

"I'll bet you a chocolate frog."

"Deal."

They shook on it.

Ginny sighed internally and swore at herself for bollocking her real first impression to Harry and Hermione.

Well. At least she could make things right at Hogwarts.