Ginny's Sixth Year

Chapter 4

After an eventful night, the morning passed without notable events. Lunch rolled around, and I checked my timetable. Muggle Studies and DADA back-to-back. A sense of dread washed over me. I immediately turned to Neville, who had had DADA first. "How was Defense Against the Dark Arts this morning?"

Neville sighed. "Absolute torture. Literally. We started the Cruciatus Curse." We were silent for just a moment before Neville continued, letting that sink in. "And it's Dark Arts, no Defense."

"Oh, fun. Can't wait!" I exclaimed sarcastically.

"Hey, whatever happened to my—" Just then, Neville's owl swooped majestically towards me. So different from Errol. On its ankle was a rather large letter. Fred and George must have written individual letters. I untied the letter, gave the owl a treat, and then allowed the owl to proceed across the table to where Neville was sitting. I tore open the letter with so much force that it scared Neville ("Bloody hell, Ginny! You scared me!") and pulled out two letters. I unfolded the first. 

Hey Ginny!

This is Fred Weasley. You can tell it's me because I used to mix coffee in Percy's tea and then would proceed to hide in your closet from Prefect Percy's wrath. There, now I hope you believe it's me.

I was sorry to hear about your detentions. Bet they can't be any worse than Umbridge, though! Write to me later and tell me how they went

Love ya,

Fred

It was so great to hear that from Fred. I decided to leave George's letter as a pick-me-up after Muggle Studies, which I was going to be late for.

I walked into Professor Carrow's classroom, nervous about what might be waiting for me. Carrow walked in, her robes billowing behind her.

"Listen up! You all are here to learn about the scum we call muggles." Carrow said.

I raised my hand, determined to correct Carrow's mistake. "Ma'am? Muggles aren't scum!" I stated plainly.

"You're the Weasley girl! I've heard all about you!" I shuddered, reliving what she would have heard of me for. "Change of plans. This lesson will be on filthy blood traitors such as Miss Weasley!"

Professor Carrow droned on and on about the filth of "my kind," focusing on my family mainly. Finally, she slapped her wand on the desk, making us all jump. "And," she snarled, "Weasley will have detention with me tonight and the rest of the week!"

"Oh, um, I actually already have detention with the other Professor Carrow for the next two weeks," I stated confidential.

"How rude!" Carrow scoffed. "Detention for the next two weeks after that!" Great. Now I had a month of detention even before the first day was over. "Class dismissed!"

I hurried off to DADA, hoping I wasn't late.