Ginny weaselys life

Chapter 5: fillebuster fireworks

Ginny P.O.V.
It was October, almost Halloween and I was going to dress up as myself because I was still down because I couldn't go to Hogwarts. Not even the smell of candy lingering in the air could lift her spirits until one day Fred and George sent home a letter on top of a toilet seat addressed to me. It was probably another one of their jokes, I thought.
I went upstairs with my letter. Why would I get my hopes up over a toilet seat! We had one at home! I closed my door and slid my finger through the envelope binding. And inside was a map. The Mauraders Map. I didn't know how to use it but I'm pretty sure Fred and George knew that too so they sent a letter with instructions.

Dear Ginny,
Sorry for the toilet seat. We thought it would be a coverup for a maybe joke inside this letter. The Mauraders Map will show you your way at Hogsmeade so you can get in the castle. Why are you going to Hogsmeade you ask? How are you going to get there you ask. Well, here are a few simple apparating instructions from a sixth year I know. Try simply apparating to our bedroom and back. Don't lose a head, eyebrows, or any body part. Once you can do that, apparate into Hogsmeade, use the map to find secret passages into the castle (preferably the Honeydukes passage) and we will meet you there! Leave mum and dad a note. Or just leave the one wrote that's in the letter. Send our love to mum (actually don't she'll start crying) and we will see you before Halloween! Sincerely Gred and Feorge.

I laughed at this. I'd be going to Hogwarts! But what would mum and dad say when they saw my letter. Would they get worried? Sad? Mad? Well anyway. I really didn't care as long as I could see Harry Potter before Halloween.
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It was a Thursday morning and I was making breakfast for myself. Mum was getting ready to go to town and get groceries. I decided this was the day to leave. I shoveled my breakfast in and left the note on the counter. I wasn't sure how to transport my trunk with me but I decided that side-along apparation was the right way to go. I grabbed my trunk and twisted my way into what looked like rainbow tunnel until I was deposited at Hogsmeade.

The place was bustling and I saw Fred and George coming at me. They hustled me through the crowd and got me safely to the entrance hall. We were quiet as can be so we could get past Filch. We walked up what felt like millions of steps until we reached the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady took one look at me and shrieked. "Who are you!!! There weren't two Weasley first years in the house this year.
"Uhh" I replied.
"Just pig snout. Pig snout!" Fred said. The Fat Lady then let them in but she was glaring at Fred. George introduced me to the girls dormitory stairs. "The first one Ginny. I bet the first years will you bunk with them."
"How do you-"
"No questions please. Please continue on your tour up the stairs. That will be all for today's Weasley tours!" , the twins said together pretending to tip their hats. They left the common room with out a word more leaving me to heave my trunk up the stairs.

It took me five minutes to get my trunk up the stairs and once I did, I was sweating. This kind of workout every day would probably guarantee me a spot on the Quidditch team. I kind of just lied on my bed until I heard noise in the common room at approximately 1:00. I walked quietly down the stairs even though I didn't need to because it was so loud. But I couldn't see anything because all of the lamps were out. Until the filibuster fireworks filled up the room. They were in every different color and the Gryffindoors whooped and cheered when the Gryffindoor lion went up in fireworks. I was amazed with my jaw hanging open. I covered my mouth when the fireworks shaped the words "Welcome Ginny!" and my face popped up next to it. The next thing I new I was on their shoulders. How could I cooking breakfast one minute then watching the fireworks at Hogwarts the next? It didn't make sense but went along with it. I could get used to Hogwarts pretty fast.