Ginny Weasley Books Novels & Stories

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.

With a trembling hand she reached up and knocked on the door. “Come in.” Came his gruff response. Ginny took a deep breath and sighed. Her shaking hand gripped the door knob. She turned the knob and poked her head inside. Her knees knocked together as he sat behind his desk and gave her a stoney look. “Come in and shut the door.” He growled when he saw her terrified eyes. “Yes, Master.” She whispered, stepping inside the room. “Explain what happened.” He growled. “I-I failed... “ She whispered. “I called him and he didn’t answer. When I went to his office he wasn’t there. He hasn’t been there since September.”

He had several maids come in before walking out of the room. He shouldn't have reacted that way, but Felix was too young. He wouldn't have cared if the doctor were an elderly man. Ginny lay down on her bed while her maids disrobed her and pushed her underwear down. Although Ginny had said that it would be fine, she was now preoccupied with strange thoughts, Felix's face appearing in her mind. As he was of about the same age as her, she'd even begun to feel shy. Aside from her family, no other man had even touched her hands before, much less somewhere so private. Although Felix could only see a sliver of her skin at most, this interaction was already a lot for her.

Days, weeks and months seem to pass by in no time at all and it's not until Ginny meets the Master's older brother that things really start to get out of hand… This book doesn’t have an average star rating, but it has 22 5-star reviews out of 23 reviews.

Memories of me and Ethan sprawled on my bed or my bedroom floor reading books together, guessing each other’s Hogwarts house. It was Friday afternoon. As the classes were over before noon, I had called Jake over to help me pack all my stuff for the move. Anya would have helped, but she was in her office and had called in to make sure Jake and Andrew were behaving. “Is that Harry Potter?!” Andrew exclaimed, rushing into my room and leaning down to see the books with his big brown eyes. I grinned at him and let him see the books. “My mom gifted it to me when I was ten.”

I thought about last night the whole way to class. The reading room had felt warm and safe under Seraphine's ward—kind of golden, like she'd added that on purpose because she could. Ginna showed up alone. She sat across from us and somehow looked smaller. Not weak or anything, just... real. Dark hair, those silver-green eyes, and this tired determination carved into her face like she'd been carrying it for eight years straight. She listened to the whole acknowledgment offer without jumping in. Asked three sharp questions about High Witch Council rules that proved she already knew the system inside out. Then she went quiet for a long stretch.

H U N T E R J O N E S I was reading the second Harry Potter book while leaning against the wall in the alley with Ty on my side. I knew Mey had asked me to read the Goblet of Fire to figure out the three unforgivable curses, but after picking the book randomly, I felt that I owed it to the author to read it from the first book. So I had picked up Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone from the library yesterday, finished the book in seven hours, and had it returned this morning. When I had returned the first one, I immediately borrowed the second one: Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets which was the book I was reading right now.

"Let’s just say I turned a few heads. You should have seen Fenn when one of the councilors tried to shame him for what I was wearing. I thought he was going to take the man's head off right there over the soup course." Ginny shook her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Bet they didn't know what hit them, did they? They expect us to be quiet little mountain flowers, and then you walk in looking like a storm in silk." Ginny reached over to a woven wicker basket nearby, spilling a few colorful wooden blocks and a stuffed wolf onto the rug to entice the toddlers. "Here you go, little ones. New treasures."

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

My spirits refused to allow it but they are curious how something so strong managed to get trapped by a witch as young as Diona. I felt the worry come off Bellatrix the minute I dropped their hands and stepped forward. I had to seal the urn with my own personal magic as it was far darker than the girls. The magic I used to seal was from a spell from Nimue, she did explain I would be linked to the Jinn.