Not a Potter

Not a Potter-Chapter 4

For the second time in two days, Ginerva Molly Weasley was furious. Absolutely furious. In fact, she was so mad, that no one dared to come within a meter of her radius. Ron had tried to smile at her, but had a glare filled with such venom, that he did not dare to even look at her again. Bill and Fleur had gone back to Shell Cottage a few hours ago and as soon as they had seen the headline on The Daily Prophet, Fred and George had apparated back to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes in an act called "self-preservation" from the "red-haired monster". Mrs Weasley had gone to Diagon Alley to get something or else, taking Hermione with her and Percy had gone straight back to work. The only people inside the burrow were Ginny,

Ginny sighed, it was not his fault really, that someone had written a completely false article about her in The Prophet.

"Roooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon! I'm sorry! You can come down now. "Ginny called.

There was silence throughout the house when she slowly but surely, she heard timid, cautious footsteps come down the stairs and a head of red hair popped into the sitting room. Ron looked up at her and smiled. Ginny smiled back weakly. After a somewhat awkward silence, Ron began to speak.

"Hey, Gin, I think the person that you have to talk to in this case is Harry. He will know who did it because he was the one who gave them a statement. "

Ginny thought for a bit before realizing he was right.

"Okay." She replied, before grabbing a copy of The Daily Prophet and apparating to Harry's apartment.

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Harry Potter was a man, he knew. After looking at The Daily Prophet, he immediately began to head against the kitchen counter. So much for telling The Prophet to make it look like he was the one who had divorced Ginny for the sake of his ego. Harry decided to get it over and done with. He stomped deliberately over to the balcony in his apartment and took a deep breath.

"I REGRET LIFE !!!!" he cried.

"WELL, APART FROM THE FACT THAT AND DEFEATED VOLDEMORT IN MY SEVENTH YEAR, THAT WAS TOTALLY AWESOME, BUT OTHER THAN THAT, I REGRET LIFE !!" he yelled once again.

Harry composed himself and walked back into his apartment, contemplating how life was so complicated. He was preparing to wallow in his misery on his couch when he heard the doorbell ring. Oh, Sweet Merlin, it's Ginny!

He took a deep breath and placed a cushioning of charm over his whole body before he went to answer the door.

When Ginny rang the doorbell to Harry's apartment, she was met with two startlingly green eyes and a shock of messy black hair.

"Err ... HEY GINNY !! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE AND WONDER ... HMM ... "said the shock of black hair.

"Harry, why are you yelling?" She asked him.

"YELLING? OH! RIGHT, err ... Would you like to come inside, Gin? "He asked uneasily.

"Okay ..." she said as she stepped onto the plush brown carpet and gazed around.

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The apartment had not changed a bit since she had been here, which was to be expected, as she had only been away for two days. She sat down on the couch and looked at Harry's cowering figure. Pointing to the headline on the Prophet, Ginny began her interrogation.