The Boleyn Family Values

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The Boleyn Family Values

Chapter 2 - The Girl They Know

When Harry and her brothers had left the house to go play Quidditch in the backyard, Ginny had immediately escaped to her own room and stayed there under the guise of packing. She didn't want to be caught by her mother, but now, as she stood waving her wand over her clothes and books, practicing the Wingardium Leviosa (her father had let it slip that the Ministry couldn't detect under aged magic in their home and her brothers had been doing under his nose ever since. She herself had just taken the first-year spell out of one of her texts about an hour ago, hands trembling with nervous excitement, had done the spell and was just starting to get the hang of it), she realized that she needn't have bothered sneaking around. If she strained her ears, she could hear her mother's shouting coming from her parents' room. Everyone but blissfully ignorant Harry Potter had seen this tirade coming ever since they'd gotten back from Diagon Alley.

The spectacle at Flourish and Blotts had been... Entertaining. On the walk there, Molly had been straightening out her robes and running her fingers through her short hair, trying to make herself appear as presentable as possible. Ginny didn't see the point - after years of letting herself get away, a few short moments were hardly enough time to fix her up and induce Gilderoy Lockhart to fall in love with her. At the store, Lockhart and Potter posed for pictures, Lockhart as confident and manly as Harry was awkward and childish.

In a moment of wickedness, Ginny had tugged on her mother's hand to get her attention and hissed in her ear if Lockhart would be a better target than Harry. Molly had looked at her and shook her head. "No, of course not. Gilderoy Lockhart will be your professor. Imagine the scandal." With that blunt assessment, she'd turned back and continued to stare adoringly at the Wizarding World's greatest heroes. Rolling her eyes at her mother, Ginny had moved away to go find her books. After Harry stumbled away from Lockhart, the blond had turned his attention to Hermione and spent a good ten minutes signing her books and basking in her flattery. Ginny had turned back to look at her mother, and, as expected, Molly was scowling stealthily at the brunette.

Ginny had laughed inwardly, but her mood was interrupted when she saw Malfoy and Potter exchanging words near the front of the store. Getting a bit closer, she heard Malfoy insult Potter over the photo shoot, and her hatred of the Malfoys driving her more than her 'love' for Potter, she'd stepped in to defend him. Malfoy insulted her, and then the Malfoy patron stepped in to insult them, and then her own father ran in to defend her honour... One thing led to another and chaos ensued. No one in their right minds could expect peace when there were a bunch of Malfoys and a bunch of Weasleys in the same room.

So this just goes to prove what Ginny had already suspected - that her mother wasn't in her right mind.

Molly didn't like the Malfoys either, but the woman had been shocked and inconsolable over the confrontation. She was practically trembling with rage that Arthur would do something that may further hurt his career. Of course, with the Boy Wonder around, she couldn't really do anything about it, but now, Potter was at a safe distance from the master bedroom and the loud noise produced by four Weasley boys should be enough to drown out the Weasley matron no matter how loud she should get.

As she sent another book floating into her suitcase, Ginny couldn't help but feel worried for her father. She wanted to run into her parents room and go to his defense the same way he'd come to hers at Flourish and Blotts, but she couldn't. It wasn't in her place. Her mother would shriek at her to get out and her father would calmly tell her that they were just talking, to run along outside and play.

Suddenly, a high-pitched smash rang out from behind the master bedroom door and Ginny knew that her mother must have hurled something against a wall and it'd shattered.

Her trunk full, Ginny slammed it shut. She couldn't wait to leave for school.

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Ginny flopped down into her seat on the train and thanked Merlin that she'd managed to escape her mother before the woman tried to give her yet another lecture and last minute pieces of advice. The twins and even Percy had done likewise, leaving poor Ron and Harry to bear the brunt of their mother when they came through the platform wall.

The young redhead could now see her mother standing alone on the platform - Ron and Harry must be on the train then - looking over the compartment windows with narrowed eyes. Ginny moved to the other side of the train, hoping that she would not be seen.

Soon, a small blonde entered her compartment, dragging her suitcase, which was aqua blue with silver hearts, behind her. She was thin and pale, with large, luminescent silver eyes. All traits of the Malfoy family, but her blonde hair was shades darker than the platinum shades of the men they'd fought with at the bookstore.

Ginny sat quietly, watching her carefully as she put her suitcase away and took a seat across from the redhead, never once looking at her.

Finally, the blonde raised her eyes to meet Ginny's and for a few seconds, they just looked each other over, almost sizing one another up.

Ginny was about to turn away when the other girl smiled softly at her. Alright, definitely not a Malfoy then. "Hello," she said demurely.

Ginny nodded at her and graced her with a small smile, which was just a little bit calculating. "Hello," she returned.

"I'm Luna Lovegood," the blonde said, offering Ginny a hand.

"Ginny Weasley," Ginny said, taking her hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too," Luna said, her smile a little more relaxed.

Ginny looked her over. "Are you in first year?"

Luna nodded. "I'm so nervous," she said. "There's a test we're supposed to pass as soon as we get there, I hear."

Ginny smirked. "No, it's nothing. They'll just put a hat on you and it'll tell you which house you'll be in."

"Oh," Luna said, wonderingly. "Is that all?"

Ginny nodded and was about to ask which house she was hoping for when the compartment door opened and three girls walked in, all pulling their trunks behind them. The one in the middle, who had long black hair and cold, blue eyes looked around at them and asked, "Is this compartment full?" When Ginny and Luna shook their heads, she stepped in and sighed in relief. "Thank Merlin. The only other compartment available is taken up by two older boys who keep exploding things."

"Is that so?" Ginny mused, thinking of Fred and George.

The girls nodded as they put their trunks away. It quickly became apparent that the three weren't close when they sat sprinkled around the compartment and not together. The only thing they did have in common was that they were all first years.

"Romilda Vane," the blue-eyed girl who'd spoken first introduced herself with a nod.

Ginny and Luna gave her their names and turned to the other two girls for theirs. One, who had short blonde curls and large green eyes, smiled softly and murmured, "Yvette White." The other one, a small black girl, with long, dark hair and chocolate brown eyes, grinned at them and said, "Seanita Ambers."

Romilda looked curiously at Ginny. "Is that your natural hair colour?" she asked.

Ginny nodded. "Who dyes their hair at our age?"

Romilda leaned back in her chair and smirked. "It's very nice."

Ginny mirrored her expression. "I know."

The five started talking, mostly about the house system and what they were expecting at the castle. Ginny had deemed Yvette and Seanita tolerable - the two could grow on her. Luna, she liked. The girl was quiet, and when she did speak, her soft words were intelligent and kind, unlike the other three in the compartment. She didn't know what to feel about Romilda just yet - the brunette was interesting.

The conversation finally turned to the Boy Wonder. Ginny found that she had competition.

"I'm going to marry him!" Romilda announced.

For half a second, no one said anything. Luna stared at the brunette, her pale eyebrows raised. Yvette and Seanita glanced at each other, and looked away unsurely. Ginny narrowed her eyes at Romilda, and then smiled, shrewdly. "Are you?" she asked.

Romilda nodded, very sure of herself. "I will. I have it all planned out."

"Do you?" Ginny asked, with a frown. She didn't quite have a plan... Yet.

"Why do you want to marry him?" Luna asked, curiously. "Do you know him?"

"Not yet," Romilda answered. "But what do you mean by 'why?' Every girl should want to." Her eyes took on a dreamy look. "He defeated a dark wizard as a baby, and then again last year!"

"I find that remarkably brave and admirable," Luna allowed, although she frowned. "But... Is that it?"

Romilda frowned at her. "What does that mean? Of course, that's it. But it is heroic."

Luna shrugged, uncertainly. "Seems like something flimsy to base a marriage on. There must be more to him than what's in the newspapers. He is human, isn't he?"

Romilda stared at her. "Yes, there's more to him. And I'm sure that those aspects are just as heroic as the rest of him."

Luna only blinked. "Fine, Romilda. Whatever you say," she sighed.

A look of recognizance shot across Romilda's face then and she suddenly whipped around to face Ginny. "Ah!" she shrieked, pointing at her. "Your brother was with him last year! What's his name - Donald?"

Ginny stared at her. "Donald," she nodded with a small smile.

Romilda looked at the redhead with a new eye, the way a hunter looks at his prey. "So, do you know him?"

Ginny shrugged. "A little. I don't talk to him much."

Romilda stared at her, her eyes wide. "Oh," she muttered. "But you do know him?"

Ginny nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Luna shake her head disapprovingly at Romilda's behaviour and had to smile

"Wasn't there another girl with them?" Yvette suddenly asked.

Ginny nodded, but before she could answer, the compartment door opened, and said girl walked in, accompanied by a boy who Ginny didn't recognize. "Hermione," she stated, smiling a bit. She looked questioningly at the boy.

Hermione returned her smile and nodded at her in acknowledgement before smiling briefly at the other girls in the compartment. "Ginny. This is Neville Longbottom," she said, seeing Ginny look at him. He and Ginny exchanged smiles, Neville turning away shyly after doing so. "Have you seen Harry or Ron? We can't seem to find them anywhere."

Ginny frowned and shook her head. "I haven't seen them since we boarded."

Hermione and Neville exchanged glances before Hermione nodded. "I suppose we'll just wait until we get to school then. No point in scouring the whole train, is there?"

"None," Ginny muttered, raising her eyebrows at the older girl's behaviour. She suddenly noticed Romilda staring at Hermione with narrowed eyes and smiled inwardly. This should no doubt be interesting... "Hermione, this is Romilda Vane. Romilda, Hermione Granger. She's a friend of Harry's."

Romilda smiled at the older girl, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hello."

Hermione must have noticed the younger girl's insincerity, because she raised her eyebrows before nodding at Romilda. "Hello," she stated, evenly. She turned back to Ginny, questioningly, but the redhead only shrugged and gave her a bright smile. After glancing curiously back at Romilda, Hermione nodded at the girls. "Girls," she said, by way of good-bye and turned and left the compartment, followed closely by a confused Neville.

"I think she likes you," Ginny smirked when the door closed after them.

Romilda scowled. "I don't even know why I should bother worrying about her. She is much too plain to take his attention."

Ginny laughed. "Perhaps," she muttered. She saw Luna shake her head again.

"Not everything is based on beauty alone," the blonde murmured, quietly.

Romilda eyed her. "I would hope so, if I were you," she said, snidely.

Luna shrugged and turned away from her to look out the window, apparently unbothered by what Romilda had just implied.

Ginny studied Luna's profile for a second, unsure if Romilda's comment had really rolled off her back or had stung the girl. Unable to know for sure, she turned away to look through her own window. She wasn't about to run to Luna's rescue, just because the comment might have hurt her. But as she thought about it, she didn't know if she would have if she'd known for sure that it had. She thought it was too early to pick her friends and enemies... Or at least, make it known who they were.

Ginny turned away from her window to look around the compartment.

Romilda was sitting by herself, flipping through a magazine. Her back was stiff - maybe Luna had annoyed her. Maybe she'd noticed what Molly had noticed in Hermione. Either way, she looked up from the magazine often to stare out the window with the shadow of a small frown.

Yvette and Seanita were sitting closer together, but talking once in a small while in hushed voices. The conversation wasn't flowing - Romilda's attitude had killed the atmosphere.

Luna was also reading a magazine. She, however, seemed unbothered and her eyes never left the page they were on.

Smiling inwardly, though a little bored, Ginny turned back to look out of her window, leaning back against her seat and relaxing. This would be a long train ride...

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When they had been boarding the boats, Ginny had seen the older students rush off to find their carriages. Hermione and Neville had been in a carriage, the older girl watching the train with narrowed, worried eyes. A pretty Indian girl, who the redhead didn't recognize, was sitting beside the older girl and touched Hermione on the arm and said something. A second later, Hermione frowned and nodded. Their carriage started moving then. As it did, Ginny caught Hermione's eyes and the older girl nodded at her and gave her a soft, encouraging smile. Ginny glanced from the train to her, wondering why she wasn't with her brother and Potter.

Now, as Ginny stood in line before the school, waiting for her name to be called, she realized that Ron and Potter were missing. Hermione was sitting between Neville and Percy, the Indian girl and a blonde across her, her eyes flickering to entrance of the Great Hall once during her conversations. Percy was also keeping a close eye on the entrance, between his conversations with the people around them. The only time a flicker of a smile crossed his face was when he happened to glance over at the Ravenclaw table and catch the eye of that girl he was talking to at the bank.

"Lovegood, Luna," McGonagall suddenly called out.

Ginny turned her attention from the Gryffindor table (which would be her new home, she knew - she wouldn't allow herself to be put anywhere else away from her family and her target) and to Luna as she nervously walked to the hat and bit her lip in anxiety as McGonagall put it on her. This was the first student Ginny had watched with interest - Ambers had been sorted into Gryffindor when the hat was about two inches from her head.

There was a long two and half minutes of silence, before "Ravenclaw!" erupted from the hat.

Ginny clapped politely along with everyone else, even though she felt a little disappointed that Luna wasn't in Gryffindor. At least with her, she knew that there could be someone to talk to. She supposed that Seanita Ambers would have to do.

"Urgh," Romilda Vane muttered through her bright smile as she clapped. "I was hoping to see her in Slytherin. Or better yet, the hat say nothing and McGonagall send her home in shame."

Ginny smirked at Romilda's attitude, but made no comment. Behind her, Yvette shuffled nervously and said as much as the redhead before her.

The hat worked its way through the line, and soon, Romilda was walking up to the stool for her sorting.

A good five minutes went by in silence, and the student body was starting to squirm when the hat seemed to smile a bit and announced "Gryffindor!"

Ginny started clapping, rather slowly. She felt about Romilda's sorting the way she did about the rest of her - unsure. She would find for sure whether or not she liked her, now that they would be living together.

"Weasley, Ginevra," McGonagall called.

Ginny frowned a bit, before catching herself, as she walked to the stool. She hated when people called her by her full first name. It wasn't McGonagall's fault, but still... And then Ginny realized that she'd been so annoyed that she'd forgotten to be nervous.

All thoughts of her first name left her head as the hat's brim settled over her eyes.

'Hmm...' the hat murmured. 'This is quite interesting.'

'What?' Ginny thought. 'I must be in Gryffindor. My whole family was before me.'

'That thought was quite Slytherin, which places a lot of emphasis on family and tradition.'

Something started fluttering in Ginny's stomach. 'What?' she asked.

'And you don't seem at all unhappy about the fact,' the hat's sagely voice pointed out. He paused for a second. 'You want to be different,' he then stated.

'Yes, but not different in this way,' Ginny answered. The fluttering was becoming more feverish and was reaching her chest.

'There are many Gryffindor traits in you. There is courage and bravery.'

Ginny waited for a few seconds. 'What else?' she asked, anxiously. She gulped. She was sure that Percy and the twins were looking at her curiously. None of them had the hat on for this long.

'You value strength... But that is also a Slytherin trait. Relationships are important to you.'

'There, there you have it,' Ginny said, quickly. 'Will you please put me Gryffindor now?'

'Are you certain?' the hat asked. 'Gryffindors - most, anyway, it's hard to see this when they are children as all children have a tendency of breaking the rules, but - they value honesty and nobleness. They wouldn't want to break the rules, and would certainly not break ones set out by their parents and be so guilt free as they try to escape the consequences later.'

'What do you mean?' Ginny questioned. 'I don't break rules.'

'Let me give you one example... Do you not break into your parents broom shed and fly about unsupervised?'

Ginny sighed. "Fine," she muttered, out loud. She caught herself and scowled a bit. 'Fine,' she thought. 'But that's one Slytherin trait against many Gryffindor.'

'You have many Slytherin traits in you,' the hat went on. 'Sly. Resourceful.'

'Please put me in Gryffindor,' Ginny begged. 'What must I do to make you put me there?'

'Ah, see - bribery. Only Slytherins have resorted to this mechanism with me.'

'You must be jesting...' Ginny thought.

'There's one more thing,' the hat said, and its wise voice grew sober. 'Ambition.'

'Ambition?' Ginny echoed.

'Slytherins value ambition,' the hat stated. 'And you, Ginny Weasley. You have a level of ambition in you that is... Dangerous.'

Ginny felt something not entirely unpleasant shoot through her when he uttered his final word.

'And, I see that you will not allow this ambition,' the hat continued. "To be stopped by me.' "Gryffindor!"

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Ginny was exhausted. It was a quarter past 8:00pm and they were all to be in bed by 9:00pm. However, she was used to being in bed by 8 and was already feeling the effect of staying up only another fifteen minutes. However, her new dorm mates were fluttering about the room, chattering excitedly and Ginny was determined to keep up with them.

She stood by her bed, unpacking and putting quickly putting her clothes away before one of the others noticed and started comparing like they were doing with each other. Her lack of materialistic luxuries never bothered her before, but she felt a bit of a pang in her chest at the thought of ridicule from the other girls. Or maybe it was her own insecurity.

All of this would be fixed if her mother's plans went through successfully.

With that thought, she finished unpacking her clothes and started on her books, which she took a little more time with.

When she came across her DADA book, she paused carefully, as it was the subject that fascinated her the most. She'd not had a chance to look it over at home. She pulled it toward her and flipped the cover open, feeling surprised when she saw another book tucked between the hard cover and the first page.

This book was smaller, though not by much. It was dark and worn with age, but the letters and name - T. M. Riddle - shone in bright silver on its cover. A little cautiously, she picked it up and turned the cover curiously, wondering what it was. She'd never seen it before.

The book was empty.

She suddenly felt disappointed.

She turned it over in her hands. Maybe it was a notebook. A journal, or a diary. She'd never kept one. There was too much chance that her brothers, or worse, mother would come across it and read it.

Her deepest thoughts, fears and secrets were written on the blank pages of her mind and buried deep within her soul. No one would ever know them. No one would ever know her. They knew an illusion. They knew only the girl they wanted her to be or the girl she would allow them to see. No would ever know her.

Her dark chocolate eyes rested on the book in her hands. She briefly entertained the thought of using it as her own diary, but quickly dismissed it. It would probably be better to use the book for notepaper. That way she could save money on parchment; money that she could spend elsewhere. Besides, she wasn't sure that this T. M. Riddle would appreciate her using his book as her diary. And she didn't appreciate hand-me-downs. Not that she had ever had a choice at home.

Not knowing why and not even fully noticing herself doing it, she reached into her trunk for the quill and inkpot that she'd just stored away and pulled them out. She dipped the quill into the ink once, twice and a third time for good measure before bringing the ink-drenched tip to the cover. She paused then, looking thoughtfully at the tip of her quill and the black cover, with its silver letters. No, her words would never show up against a dark cover.

Ginny opened the cover and looked at the first page. It was off-white and crisp. She brought the quill to the page and with a flourish, wrote in elegant, intricate letters -

Ginevra

Ginny paused then before adding her last name, wondering if she should mark the book as her property with her maiden name or - the thought brought a twisted smile to her lips - her target's name.

Just when Ginny thought about leaving her name alone, more letters appeared on the page, below and just a little to the right of hers, their script just as elegant as hers, but a bit more... Simple? Masculine, a small voice at the back of her head mused.

Riddle

As Ginny stared, her eyebrows furrowing the tiniest bit in curiosity, the names simply sat on the page for a long moment before her name disappeared, followed closely by his.

What had just happened?

Tom Marvolo Riddle suddenly appeared across the page.

Ginny's eyes grew a bit wide and her mouth opened a little in surprise and shock. She quickly glanced up and looked around the room. Two of her roommates had dropped off to sleep, the day's activities haven taken their toll. One girl was reading and the other was at the far end of the room, curled into a ball on her bed and staring out the window. Homesick, no doubt. Ginny wrinkled her nose a bit and inwardly frowned. Pathetic, she suddenly found herself deeming the girl. Turning away from her, she drew her curtains around herself and scrambled rather gracelessly into bed, staring intently at the book on her lap.

Master Riddle was still writing -

May I know your full name, my lady?

Ginny simply gawked at the page for a second, before remembering her manners.

Ginevra Molly Prewitt Weasley, she wrote, her script just a tad less elegant and neat than it had been before. She was excited - never before had she seen such a thing. A book that spoke. Or wrote. She'd come to the school with grand expectations and she was already discovering magic before the first day.

You've a lovely name, Ginevra. I may call you that, may I not?

Ginny started to write no, that she preferred her nickname, but what came out on paper was. Why ever not, my lord? She suddenly froze when she saw what she'd addressed him as - he hadn't given her a title. What if he was less - or worse - more? Another slip in her manners. What was wrong with her tonight? A long day and already staying past the time for bed, she answered herself. She shook her head. Who cares what he was? He was just a book.

I do not see why not, Ginevra. As I've already said, it is a lovely name. Regal.

Ginny had to smile. He - or, it... Or he. He. He'd given her a name, hadn't he? He was quite charming. Your name is intriguing. May I call you Tom?

You've given me the pleasure of using your first name. How can I not repay you?

Amusement shot through her and she instinctively clamped both her hands over her mouth before she burst into giggles. After a few moments, she managed to calm herself down and she turned back to the diary, her eyes shining with mirth. Quite right, my lord. Tom. How can you not?

I would not want to indebted to a young lady I've only met. However, I fear my first name is rather boring. Nothing at all like yours. You would probably be better off addressing me as 'my lord.'

Ginny grinned. Why do you find it boring? It's simple, yet classically stylish.

I wish with all my heart to believe you.

Ginny thought of an immediate answer, and her grin deflated into a soft smile when she thought that she would be telling him to do something that she herself could never do on impulse. Then do so.

Tom didn't reply for a long second. Ginny was just starting to frown and moved her hand a bit to write again when he wrote.

I shall try, my lady.

You address me as lady again. Whatever happened to using my lovely, regal first name?

My apologies. How can I have missed such an opportunity to write out that divine name? I drown in my sorrow.

Ginny burst out laughing and almost fell back onto her bed. She held her breath to keep from laughing and prayed to Circe that none of the girls had heard her. The last thing she would need was a rumour to circulate the school that she was insane and laughed to herself at night. Potter would never go out with her then.

Ginny straightened, but her handwriting was a little shaky from her remaining amusement when she wrote back to him. You are wonderfully amusing, Tom.

You find my grief amusing? Tom immediately replied.

Ginny almost burst into giggles again and she grinned widely. Surely, you jest?

I never jest.

You lie. Ginny shook her head, smiling as she wrote the statement.

I lie; yes. However, I never jest.

Ginny thought that his tone - she knew, somehow, even though she read his words instead of hearing them - was humourous and that he was still joking with her and smiled wryly. Fine. I shall believe you either way.

That, Ginevra, is all I ask for.

Ginevra had to turn and press her face into her pillow to keep from laughing out loud. She turned back to the diary again. Are you always like this?

Only when I endeavor to impress.

It is working. Ginny smiled, wryly - maybe she should ask Tom for help with Harry.

I am glad.

Ginny didn't know how to respond, but she needn't have worried because Tom was writing again.

So are you a queen, Ginevra?

Ginny's eyes widened. No. I've only eleven years. He didn't honestly think she was royalty because of her name, did he?

A princess then?

Ginny was about to wryly write 'only in my dreams' when more letters appeared.

You most certainly sound like one.

Ginny held her breath to keep from laughing, her face flush with pleasure. I'm not.

You're not?

I would love to be one, but I'm not. She suddenly thought of her wardrobe and frowned a little. Believe me, I'm not.

Tom didn't respond for a second. And then, his writing appeared. Be my princess then.

Ginny found herself smiling widely again as she shook her head, incredulously. Who are you?

Only your most humble servant.

This time, Ginny laughed out loud - she couldn't help herself. She covered her mouth, accidentally smearing some ink across her lip, but she paid it no mind and prayed that none of the girls heard her. You do not have the mannerisms of a humble servant, my lord.

I suppose not.

Ginny frowned for half a second, as she grew wary of what exactly she was doing. She suddenly remembered that she knew nothing of the kind of magic that was working in the book in her lap. Really, who are you?

Tom.

Ginny was about to write to him to elaborate, but Tom was still writing.

Your diary. Just Tom.

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And there's chapter 2.

Once again, I've not decided on pairings or even if there will be. Please review.

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