Book Ginny Weasley Novels & Stories

Half an hour later, Chloe appeared in front of everyone holding Ginny's hand. Joseph's eyes flickered with surprise. Ginny was a sheltered child. Despite not being mischievous, she was timid, especially around unfamiliar people. It seemed to him that Chloe possessed some commendable traits. At the very least, she knew her way around kids. Ginny went around the crowd, showing off to everyone her new hairstyle. It had been tied up in a pair of symmetrical buns, each on one side of her head. It accentuated her adorable features, making her look like a little fairy.

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."

His eyes drifted to the side of the room where Jax stood protectively in front of a woman nursing a glass of cider. It was Ginny. She wasn't pale, she wasn't dying, and she certainly wasn't a "failed experiment." She looked radiant, her skin glowing with health and her eyes reflecting a sharp, predatory spark that hadn't been there before. The Councilors looked absolutely buffaloed, their mouths tightening as they realized their "specimen" hadn't just survived—she had thrived and integrated. But the real shock hit them like a physical blow when they looked toward the infirmary wing’s entrance.

“Maggie wouldn’t mind.” “Ginny! Where did you get that outfit?” Ginny beamed as she did a little swirl for them, holding out the ends of the short gown. She still had her piercings and her red hair was a wild bed nest. “How do I look?” she asked striking a pose. “That color looks so good on you,” Briggs said. “Ugh, I knew I should have taken one of the clothes I found in my closet. Stark said they weren’t our size.”

Ginny followed his line of sight, and her eyes immediately filled with flames of hatred. Victoria! Worried that Victoria might escape, Ginny hurried forward without uttering a word. Before she could take more than a few steps, she noticed people descending the stairs behind Victoria. Ginny saw one of them. It startled her and made her cry out in shock. That person's face was completely disfigured, her eyes concealed behind bandages. This sudden appearance, bathed in harsh light, was genuinely terrifying. Based on her recollections, Ginny thought for a moment. Her voice wavered, "Cindy?"

Because from the start, Ginny was the only person out of all of them who could be the calmest in almost any situation. And seeing the spirits of high-level demon race spirits wasn't Ginny's first time. "My name is Ginnerva Oakenfield. You can call me Ginny. Can I call you Eve?" Eve straightened up again, and now her eyes were sparkling. Her face had also brightened. "Of course! You can call me Eve!" Ginny smiled sweetly at Eve and stroked the top of her head gently. "Since you're here, you can think of me as your sister."

Ginny wailed and Enzo immediately walked towards her and gave her a comforting embrace. “I have a witness,” I said. “And who could that be?” My father spoke. “The Luna’s hand maiden.” I saw the look on Ginny’s eyes but something doesn’t seem right. “Bring her in,” Enzo ordered his Beta.

Autumn’s expression turned cold as she looked at them. "Ms. Rivers, if your eyesight’s failing, you should see a doctor. Which eye of yours saw me hurting Luna? "And you, barking without even asking what actually happened. Is being Luna’s lapdog really that rewarding?" Hector’s face turned red with anger, veins bulging at his neck. He pointed at her. "You…" Just then, Ginny walked in, her silver hair neat, leaning on a cane and supported by the driver. She held a delicate gift bag in one hand.

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.