All Who Wander
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The characters are JK Rowling's and the song is Good Charlotte's. Happy reading!
Description: AU Ginny just wanted to play with the band and get her family back together. Can a simple tour in Europe make things worse then they already are? She wanders, but is she really lost?
I learned the hard way, that unlike American schools, British schools punish people for ditching classes. It has become another thing for me to add to the list of things I have done wrong through out my life. That list is never going to end.
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Ginny silently cursed everything she could think of as she dejectedly marched to the transfiguration classroom. Professor McGonagall had noticed her daily absence. Stupid cat.
"Skullie!" Ron walked over and hugged her as she opened the classroom door. Bewildered she hugged him back, but not with out asking why he was there.
"Moronic Potter landed me in a spot of trouble with Cat Woman," that directed Ginny's attention to the grumbling figure in the corner of the room eyeing them with distaste.
"What did the Amazing Boy Wonder do?" She asked none too quietly shooting him a scornful glare.
"Told her I had my stereo up and running. Said it `disrupted' his sleep. Fricken A! You talk in your sleep you moron! You think that doesn't keep the rest of us up?" Ginny gently placed a hand on her brother's chest as he yelled over her shoulder at Harry Potter.
"Ron, he isn't worth it," She whispered pushing him backwards.
"I'm sorry I like to go to sleep on time," Harry shot from his position across the room.
"Potter be a smart little Boy Wonder and don't bother my brother when he is ticked off," Ginny didn't turn to face him, but heard his foot steps as he swaggered over to where the siblings were standing.
"At least I don't associated with Slytherins," He sneered over Ginny's other shoulder. Ginny calmly placed a hand on her brother's chest before turning around.
"You better back down Potter," She warned while she held eye contact.
"You Skullie, think you are better than everyone else just because you are famous. You think you can boss every one around. Well, here is a bloody newsflash. I don't take orders from scarlet women," As a triumphant grin spread across his face. Ginny's fist made contact with his face in a bone-cracking crunch.
"Asshole," she whispered as the door opened revealing a very angry Professor McGonagall.
"What is going on in here?" She perfectly enunciated each word as her hands began to clutch her brief case harder, as if trying to mold it to her will.
"Professor, Harry was verbally assaulting Skullie. Did you expect her to just take it?" His eyes didn't leave the hunched over for of Harry Potter who was still clutching his nose.
"Yes!" Came her exasperated voice from the doorway. " Potter go to the infirmary, Ms. Weasley, you have a weeks worth of detention and you cost Slytherin 10 house points."
Harry, as if woken up from his stupor shot Ginny a triumphant glare
"You Mister Potter will have your detention tomorrow instead," McGonagall threw over her shoulder as if it was a second thought.
"Professor," Ron started, " Potter is the one who started it!" Injustice was clearly written across his face as their teacher placed some papers on her desk.
"Yes but your sister finished it." After shuffling some papers around she let out a loud `hmmmph'.
"You two," She gestured to the Weasleys, "will be manually cleaning my classroom. I want it spotless by the time I come back." A broom, mop, bucket, and raps were created out of thin air as their teacher replaced everything in her brief case and rapidly walked out the door.
As the door slammed shut, Ginny couldn't help but laugh.
"Since when is cleaning a detention?" Walking over to the tools, she picked up the broom and began sweeping.
"Since we got to Scotland," Ron replied grabbing the mop and going over where she just swept.
I been working so hard
I punch my card
Eight hours, for what?
Now tell me what I got
Ginny started earning a grin from Ron who joined in the song.
I get this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Now I gotta cut
Loose, footloose
Kick off my Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Come on and get footloose
You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in your heart
You're burning, yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
now you gotta cut
Loose, footloose
Kick off the Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, my lord
C'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody get footloose
you've got to turn me around
You put your feet on the ground
Now take a hold of your soul
I'm turning
Loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Come on and get footloose
Footloose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, My lord
C'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody get footloose
What the siblings didn't see as they played air instruments was the blonde Slytherin king smiling from the doorway, watching his next prey.
"Ginerva, you will be mine," Silently as he watched the scene he crept back into the shadows and disappeared from sight.
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Stupid Potter. Stupid Cat woman. Stupid me.
AN- THERE IS NOTHING I CAN SAY THAT WILL MAKE UP FOR THE LONG PERIOD OF TIME IN WHICH I DIDN'T WRITE. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER, AND I WILL TRY TO WRITE MORE OFTEN. THAN YOU FOR EVERY ONE WHO DIDN'T GIVE UP ON THIS STORY AND KEPT NAGGING ME FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER.
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