A historical romance set in northern England during the drama of the Second War years, Gone with the Wind traces the life of Ginny Weasley and her relationships with Draco Malfoy, and Harry and Hermione Potter. This story contains H/Hr as well as D/G, definite J/L and perhaps some R/LL.
From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/5466/
INTRODUCTION
I do think I chose the hardest novel to adapt to Harry Potter's standards. Because of the revising I have to do, each chapter may take three-four weeks to get done. Chapters are long, however, about ten thousand words. I ask that you review every chapter, even smilies, to let me know what's wrong. I assure you that I reply to every review.
Thank you to my two previous reviewers, your suggestions are greatly appreciated.
I am asking for a beta, because two or three are best for a story. Currently I have Seb, who is marvelous and weaves magical tales with his words. To apply you may e-mail me at sallylant@goowy.com. I will never send you anything but fanfiction, no chain letters whatsoever.
Gone With the Wind is written by Margaret Mitchell in 1939. The plot is entirely her's. The character names are Jo Rowling's, and the personalities belong to Ms Mitchell.
Now then, here's a short little treat:
“Seated on the steps of The Burrow, her father's home in that crisp April afternoon of 1861, Ginny Weasley was not beautiful. She was a temptress, sure, with fiery, copper red tendrils of curly hair. Her thick brows slanted upwards, creating a startling line in her oblique skin. Ginny's eyes were a beautiful deep blue, almost the color of a lagoon. Fred and George Finnigan were seated by her, sitting not nearly as primly as Ginny.
“Oh, what do we care if we were expelled from college, Ginny? The war is going to start any day now, so we would've left college anyway!” cried George Weasley.
“Oh, isn't it exciting, Ginny? You know those poor Yankees actually want a war?” said Fred.
“We'll show `em!”
“Oh, fiddle dee dee. War, war, war. This war talk is spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream! Besides, there isn't going to be any war.” reasoned Ginny
“Not going to be any war?” George asked.
“Aw, of course there's going to be a war!”
Ginny grew exasperated. “If either of you boys says `war' just once again, I'll go in in the house and slam the door!””
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