Ginny's Point of View:
Over the next week my life became a living hell. Mum fully blamed what happened to Lottie on me, openly saying that she wished it was me and not Lottie. The boys stopped talking to me all together, everyone was worried about poor little Lottie. One night I decided that I had had enough. I packed a small bag of clothes, grabbed my wand, and walked out the front door never looking back.
It was maybe a twenty minute walk to Ottery St. Catchpole. When I got there I asked someone at the local library if I could use the phone. I pulled the slip of paper out of my pocket and dialed the number on it. When I heard the phone pick up I took a deep breath before I spoke.
"Hey Morgana?"
~END OF BOOK ONE~
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The Hated Twin
FanfictionThis is the story of Ginny Weasley and her "Perfect" twin sister Charlotte-Rose. Based on the story Perfect Twin Sister by KimberleyWileman (Her story pissed me off to no end)
