Ginger Malfoy

The Library

Ginger had been very concerned for the past few weeks.  Everyone, and she meant everyone, had been getting much more secretive.  Her letters with her parents had turned into more and more small talk, never talking about anything more important than the weather or how her father's job was going.

Her friends had become the same.  Lobelia whispered in frantic tones to her other Slytherin friends when they walked in the hallway, never bothering to tell Ginger what was going on.  

Rose and Albus did the same, except when Ginger asked them what they were talking about, Rose calmly spat out some excuse that would have seemed pretty well orchestrated to anyone else, but Ginger was her cousin and could tell when she was lying.

She also noticed that Nott had begun talking to the older kids a lot more than usual.  However, Nott was the only friend that was still speaking to her, so she chose to ignore the fact that he and Josh Rosier had gotten exceptionally close lately and instead focused on the fact that he was there at all.

Today, Nott was on the Quidditch pitch, watching Ginger, Levee, and Josh practice.  Ginger was hovering on her expensive broomstick, focusing on the Quaffle and finding some way to hit or throw it whenever it came near her.  

She wasn't quite sure why her dad had bought her such a fast broomstick when she was just a Keeper, but he probably assumed that, like himself, Ginger liked to zoom around the pitch after practice, picking up speed at great rates and feeling joyful and free.  His assumption was correct.

When practice was over, Ginger put her uniform in her bookbag and began to make her way down to the library.  She felt at home among the dusty pages of the books at Hogwarts, and she learned more from these books than she ever had at the Muggle libraries her grandpa Arthur and her mum had taken her to.  She supposed that this was yet another thing she had learned from her aunt Hermione, and she didn't mind in the slightest.  Hermione was the brightest witch of her age.  That was not something to be ashamed of.

She made it to the library and she began searching the shelves for something new and interesting.  She noticed a tiny section of small hardbound books that she had never noticed before.  She picked up one of them, a small but thick book with a smooth black cover, and saw that the author's name printed on the spine was H. J. W.  Just H. J. W.

There was no title, just a small gold symbol on the cover.  A triangle with a circle and a vertical line inside.  Ginger could have sworn she'd seen it before, but she had no idea where.  She opened the book and looked at the title page.  

Harry Potter and His Many Adventures

As she read the title, her fingers trembled and her heart sped up.  Someone had published their adventures.  She could read them all, find out what her parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents had never told her.  She was stunned.  This was amazing.  She glanced at the other books.  She wanted to read them all, but the black one had piqued her interest.

She took it to a table and began to read.  She read for what seemed like minutes, but must have been hours, for soon Mrs. Smith, the thin and pale librarian, tapped her shoulder lightly and asked her to leave, for it was almost time for the students to be asleep.

She begged the petite woman to let her take the book down to the dorms, and Mrs. Smith complied.  "Bring it back soon, my dear.  I'm glad to see we have another avid reader at Hogwarts."

When she was back in her room, she lit and lantern and continued to read into the dark hours of the morning.  The book was quite exciting, but it wasn't very detailed.  It was simply factual and informative.  Each chapter highlighted a year of Harry Potter's time at Hogwarts, written from a third person point of view.  

Ginger scowled at the evil representation of Draco and his friends.  She also didn't like how Ginny was portrayed as the weak younger sister.  Her mother was anything but weak.  The book said nothing of love or relationships, or even friendships.  It was strictly on the topic of the monsters and challenges Harry Potter and his friends faced.  

Ginger  read and read until finally she came to the last chapter.  The epilogue.  She shuddered as she realized that she might be reading her own name in these pages.  She pored over the words, the book describing the new children, all of them being four at the time, except for James, who was five and a half.  Ginger's eyebrow rose when she came to the page about little Albus.  

Name: Albus Severus Potter

Eyes: Green

Hair: Black

Parents: Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Potter

No, Ginger thought.  That can't be right.  She scanned the next few pages and saw that many of the other parentages were wrong as well, and there were children in the book she had never before seen or met.  She finally came to the last page and realized that she wasn't in the book.  The only Malfoys she found was a small blonde boy called Scorpius and an even smaller blonde girl called Asa.

According to the book, she didn't exist.

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