RP: The first day of the rest of my life
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tutistempus_rpgDate: 23 October 2001, just after midnight on the 22nd.
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Molly (NPC), Arthur (NPC), others
Setting: The Burrow, then the Portal, then the Settlement
Content: PG
Status: Private : Complete
"Mum, I'll be fine. It's only a few days until you and Dad join us and Charlie and Bill are there. Ron and George are already scheduled as well," Ginny insisted as her mother enveloped her in another tight hug. She was regretting agreeing to go ahead of them now. Her mum's worry had given her a concern that something would happen to them after she left. It was silly, of course, to think like that but candles were burning for longer hours in the Burrow these days and every day that the portal remained a secret was another day when the secret might be exposed, causing dangerous chaos.
It was selfish of her, considering how many were never going to get into the lottery but Ginny had made her peace with the process after discovering that everyone she had recommended was already on the lottery list. At the Ministry, across from that odd, little man with the self-writing quill, she'd blurted out Neville's name, only to have the quill stop and shake itself - indicating a name already on the list. The quill did that for every name she gave it. It only stopped when her parents began adding names as well. Then the quill began writing again. At first, that has confused her but, later, in her narrow bed on the third floor of the Burrow, Ginny had realized that it made sense to send so many younger wizards and witches. Knowledge was key but clearly, this was still a one-way trip and diversity of bloodlines would be important as well. Her Healer teacher had always made a point of explaining how genetics could benefit as well as harm.
That had been three days ago. It has also been the first day with her "datapad" and she'd almost dropped the thing when it had beeped, displaying a message from Charlie who was already in the past. That had told her the portal was open, according to the odd fellow from the Ministry. It had taken her an hour to figure out how to respond to his message and, by the time she had, the "datapad" had said it would store the note until the portal was "online" again, whatever that meant. The machine had beeped again the following evening, just after dinner, to show that her message went through. Her father had enthusiastically pointed out that groups were being sent through at regular intervals so they would have contact with Charlie and Bill on and off before they left.
Although Ginny had very little to pack, she was also bringing four shrunken trunks of items from the Burrow, items that her mum deemed too important to the family to part with. Considering that it looked like her mum was shrinking everything in the Burrow, Ginny counted herself lucky that she was only taking a third of the trunks with her. Her own things had actually fit handily in a backpack without needing to be shrunk - except for her broom which she was taking to the Ministry for a professional Transfiguration specialist to shrink for her.
"I'll send a message as soon as I get through the Portal, mum, and one every day after until you and Dad come through. Please, mum, promise me you won't delay. You and dad are more important than any trinkets," Ginny urged her mother, almost instantly regretting her choice of words.
Her mother huffed and wiped the corner of her eye, saying. "Trinkets! These are family heirlooms, Ginny. Now be a good girl and show me again how to make one of those Muggle owls on this contraption."
Ginny sighed but she was relieved that her mum deflected herself to the "datapad" and she slowly went through the steps for Molly. Her father looked over her shoulder eagerly even though he'd seen it himself at least ten times. The idea that something Muggle was actually working inside the Burrow was almost too much for him to take in. Something about a shield around a "battery". It made no sense to her. After five minutes, her mum suddenly exclaimed and began rushing Ginny to the Floo even though she had more then an hour until her Portal time.
Stepping out into the Ministry lobby, Ginny paused at the front desk, letting them weigh her wand and send for a Transfiguration specialist who would meet her in the Portal room. In the lift, Ginny tried not to think about the last time she had been down to that level of the Ministry. The night they'd lost Sirius. Oh, she knew he had been returned when the Portal had opened but she still had nightmares about the years before the war and the Veil room featured prominently in them. A chime sounded, signaling her floor and Ginny took note that three other people in the lift stepped out with her, walking in pace with her down the corridor to the correct door. There was a table set up outside of it and the Transfiguration specialist was chatting with the girl behind the table, though he looked quite frazzled. Ginny waited in line, handing over her broom and getting it back at the table itself.
Checking in was a simple matter and then Ginny was walking through the door into a room that she had believed she would never see again, just in time to see someone stepping into the shimmering blue surface of the Veil - Portal, she corrected herself absently. In that moment, Ginny felt a rise of sheer terror well up inside her. What if? No, she forced herself to think. Charlie and Bill were sending messages. It was real. It was all real. Her fists remained clenched, though, until her near-frantic gaze thought it fell on a familiar figure near the front of the line. Neville? Unaccountable relief surged through her. She wanted to break from her place in the line and see if it was really him but Aurors were watching the line closely and, in a flash, she felt childish for wanting to do such a thing.
Her turn came all too soon and it took everything Ginny had not to back away from the rippling, blue surface. The Auror there tapped her arm and smiled, explaining that it was painless - like Apparation almost but without her concentration. Every muscle in her body was tense but Ginny forced herself forward, feeling the chilling wash of the surface on her face and then she was swept along. Time seemed to stand still and then she was stumbling on an uneven surface, gasping as she glanced up to see tall, green trees and smiling faces. Hermione! Ginny forgot herself, then, rushing forward to hug her friend who seemed equally happy to see her.
"I'm so glad you decided to come earlier, Gin," Hermione said, squeezing her again before letting go. "There was a... something came up at the Ark so Kingsley is going to meet you at the Settlement to show you around. I'll come by your place after the last group comes through today and we can catch up over breakfast. The Welcome Team will take you all back to the Settlement in the Land Rovers."
Her place. Ginny was still trying believe that what she was seeing was real and she laughed. Back in the past, all she had was her childhood room at the Burrow while she worked long hours as a Trainee. Here, she had her own home. Sharing only a yard with Charlie. It made her feel giddy. "Kingsley? That's... all right," Ginny stammered, nodding in agreement as she did. "Breakfast, then."
She had no idea what would be done about breakfast but hopefully Charlie would have that covered for today. Moving toward the Muggle autos, Ginny smiled in thanks when a tall man took her backpack and put it in the boot before helping her into the back. In all, there were six people in the auto before it started moving and it was all Ginny could do to keep watching the terrain of the jungle as they passed through it on the dirt path. It wasn't long before she got her first sight of the lighted Settlement walls. This was the first day of the rest of her life, she told herself. The first day. She would ask Kingsley if Neville had come through or when he would, when she saw him. If anyone knew, he would. A thousand questions danced in her head and, though this was the first day, Ginny knew it was already more amazing than anything she could have imagined.
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Molly (NPC), Arthur (NPC), others
Setting: The Burrow, then the Portal, then the Settlement
Content: PG
Status: Private : Complete
"Mum, I'll be fine. It's only a few days until you and Dad join us and Charlie and Bill are there. Ron and George are already scheduled as well," Ginny insisted as her mother enveloped her in another tight hug. She was regretting agreeing to go ahead of them now. Her mum's worry had given her a concern that something would happen to them after she left. It was silly, of course, to think like that but candles were burning for longer hours in the Burrow these days and every day that the portal remained a secret was another day when the secret might be exposed, causing dangerous chaos.
It was selfish of her, considering how many were never going to get into the lottery but Ginny had made her peace with the process after discovering that everyone she had recommended was already on the lottery list. At the Ministry, across from that odd, little man with the self-writing quill, she'd blurted out Neville's name, only to have the quill stop and shake itself - indicating a name already on the list. The quill did that for every name she gave it. It only stopped when her parents began adding names as well. Then the quill began writing again. At first, that has confused her but, later, in her narrow bed on the third floor of the Burrow, Ginny had realized that it made sense to send so many younger wizards and witches. Knowledge was key but clearly, this was still a one-way trip and diversity of bloodlines would be important as well. Her Healer teacher had always made a point of explaining how genetics could benefit as well as harm.
That had been three days ago. It has also been the first day with her "datapad" and she'd almost dropped the thing when it had beeped, displaying a message from Charlie who was already in the past. That had told her the portal was open, according to the odd fellow from the Ministry. It had taken her an hour to figure out how to respond to his message and, by the time she had, the "datapad" had said it would store the note until the portal was "online" again, whatever that meant. The machine had beeped again the following evening, just after dinner, to show that her message went through. Her father had enthusiastically pointed out that groups were being sent through at regular intervals so they would have contact with Charlie and Bill on and off before they left.
Although Ginny had very little to pack, she was also bringing four shrunken trunks of items from the Burrow, items that her mum deemed too important to the family to part with. Considering that it looked like her mum was shrinking everything in the Burrow, Ginny counted herself lucky that she was only taking a third of the trunks with her. Her own things had actually fit handily in a backpack without needing to be shrunk - except for her broom which she was taking to the Ministry for a professional Transfiguration specialist to shrink for her.
"I'll send a message as soon as I get through the Portal, mum, and one every day after until you and Dad come through. Please, mum, promise me you won't delay. You and dad are more important than any trinkets," Ginny urged her mother, almost instantly regretting her choice of words.
Her mother huffed and wiped the corner of her eye, saying. "Trinkets! These are family heirlooms, Ginny. Now be a good girl and show me again how to make one of those Muggle owls on this contraption."
Ginny sighed but she was relieved that her mum deflected herself to the "datapad" and she slowly went through the steps for Molly. Her father looked over her shoulder eagerly even though he'd seen it himself at least ten times. The idea that something Muggle was actually working inside the Burrow was almost too much for him to take in. Something about a shield around a "battery". It made no sense to her. After five minutes, her mum suddenly exclaimed and began rushing Ginny to the Floo even though she had more then an hour until her Portal time.
Stepping out into the Ministry lobby, Ginny paused at the front desk, letting them weigh her wand and send for a Transfiguration specialist who would meet her in the Portal room. In the lift, Ginny tried not to think about the last time she had been down to that level of the Ministry. The night they'd lost Sirius. Oh, she knew he had been returned when the Portal had opened but she still had nightmares about the years before the war and the Veil room featured prominently in them. A chime sounded, signaling her floor and Ginny took note that three other people in the lift stepped out with her, walking in pace with her down the corridor to the correct door. There was a table set up outside of it and the Transfiguration specialist was chatting with the girl behind the table, though he looked quite frazzled. Ginny waited in line, handing over her broom and getting it back at the table itself.
Checking in was a simple matter and then Ginny was walking through the door into a room that she had believed she would never see again, just in time to see someone stepping into the shimmering blue surface of the Veil - Portal, she corrected herself absently. In that moment, Ginny felt a rise of sheer terror well up inside her. What if? No, she forced herself to think. Charlie and Bill were sending messages. It was real. It was all real. Her fists remained clenched, though, until her near-frantic gaze thought it fell on a familiar figure near the front of the line. Neville? Unaccountable relief surged through her. She wanted to break from her place in the line and see if it was really him but Aurors were watching the line closely and, in a flash, she felt childish for wanting to do such a thing.
Her turn came all too soon and it took everything Ginny had not to back away from the rippling, blue surface. The Auror there tapped her arm and smiled, explaining that it was painless - like Apparation almost but without her concentration. Every muscle in her body was tense but Ginny forced herself forward, feeling the chilling wash of the surface on her face and then she was swept along. Time seemed to stand still and then she was stumbling on an uneven surface, gasping as she glanced up to see tall, green trees and smiling faces. Hermione! Ginny forgot herself, then, rushing forward to hug her friend who seemed equally happy to see her.
"I'm so glad you decided to come earlier, Gin," Hermione said, squeezing her again before letting go. "There was a... something came up at the Ark so Kingsley is going to meet you at the Settlement to show you around. I'll come by your place after the last group comes through today and we can catch up over breakfast. The Welcome Team will take you all back to the Settlement in the Land Rovers."
Her place. Ginny was still trying believe that what she was seeing was real and she laughed. Back in the past, all she had was her childhood room at the Burrow while she worked long hours as a Trainee. Here, she had her own home. Sharing only a yard with Charlie. It made her feel giddy. "Kingsley? That's... all right," Ginny stammered, nodding in agreement as she did. "Breakfast, then."
She had no idea what would be done about breakfast but hopefully Charlie would have that covered for today. Moving toward the Muggle autos, Ginny smiled in thanks when a tall man took her backpack and put it in the boot before helping her into the back. In all, there were six people in the auto before it started moving and it was all Ginny could do to keep watching the terrain of the jungle as they passed through it on the dirt path. It wasn't long before she got her first sight of the lighted Settlement walls. This was the first day of the rest of her life, she told herself. The first day. She would ask Kingsley if Neville had come through or when he would, when she saw him. If anyone knew, he would. A thousand questions danced in her head and, though this was the first day, Ginny knew it was already more amazing than anything she could have imagined.
