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Percy almost dropped his book he was reading. "I-that can't be," he whispered, eyes wide. "Wha-oh my," Mrs. Weasely gasped. "Ginny?" It was Ginny alright. A more regal looking Ginny, but Ginny all the same. What was once a cute, freckled 6 year old was now a scary, almost ethereal-like 9 year old. She was not only wearing a viking's cloak, but also had what looked like a large battle axe strapped to her back. 


"Ginny?" Helga stopped, her hand reaching for Rowena's. They'd known this would happen. That didn't make it less nerve-wracking. Rowena held her hand as they made their way around the staring people. On complete instinct, her other hand grasped Godric's, drawing comfort from his rough, calloused hands. "Hello mum. Percy. Ron. Fred. George. Charlie," 

Charlie stared at his sister, then broke into a grin. It was blatantly obvious, to him, what had happened. "Hello Helga," she started, then realised he'd made the world's most accurate guess in the world. They hugged, Helga letting go of Godric and Rowena's hands. "G-ginny?" Ron asked hesitantly. "Helga," the Four founders and Charlie corrected at the same time.  Rowena, for that was the only person the other girl could be, smiled at him. "If you don't mind me asking, who are you guys" he asked, gesturing behind his little sister. "Salazar Slytherin," said the boy in green. "Reborn into the body of Hardrian James Potter. Yes, I'm the Boy-who-Lived. No, I will not give you autographs," He gaped, then quickly closed his mouth. "Godric Gryffindor," the other boy introduced, bowing with a flourish. "Reborn into the Body of Draco Malfoy. No, I'm not a Death Eater," "Rowena Ravenclaw. Reborn into the body of Hermione Granger,"

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