Osiris Curse

"Ginny! You're going to miss breakfast!"

Ginny grunted in response and pulled the blankets over her head. Here, in her bed, she was safe. She could sleep forever and pretend that last night never happened. Here, no one would look on her in shame and disgust.

"Ginny you can't stay in there forever!" Hermione said, as she was waiting for Ginny to get up.

"Yes I can!" Ginny shouted from under her 'fort.'

"Look, it's not that bad! If you don't show up to breakfast, people will notice even more!"

Ginny hated that. Hermione was somehow always right. At times, Ginny could see how come Ron would get so temperamental with her. Still, Ginny remained under her covers.

She could hear Hermione sigh in exasperation and the next thing she knew her covers were gone. Startled, Ginny looked up and saw Hermione looking smug with her wand controlling the comforters that were currently floating five feet above the bed.

Just to get her point across that she was not happy, she threw her pillow at Hermione.

Even though Ginny hadn't meant it to, the pillow hit Hermione's right arm and the spell was broken. All of Ginny's sheets came flying down on her, smothering her in down.

"AAGH!" she shrieked while trying to find her way out of the psycho sheets, proceeding to get tangled up completely. Still fighting the sheets, Ginny accidentally rolled off the bed and half-cursing, half-laughing managed to get herself out of the tangle.

She could see Hermione cracking up while leaning against the wall.

"Oh shut it!" she grumbled as she stalked past her to go get dressed and such.

Hermione could see that she had a smile on her face though, as hard as she tried to suppress it.

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Ginny stood before the Great Doors, looking nervously at Hermione. Hermione nodded then pushed open the doors, then dragged her over to the Gryffindor table.

Everyone looked up at her and when she sat down next to Hermione, they all moved several seats down leaving all the seats near her empty.

Even though she was hurt, she tried to remain stoic keeping her eyes at her plate and blinking back tears.

Hermione muttered something about 'disgusting, little uncaring pigs,' but Ginny wasn't paying attention. She concentrated all her thoughts on the food that was now on her plate.

She couldn't help however looking up at the Slytherin table.

Her eyes met gray ones, Draco was staring at her! When they made eye contact, he smirked and winked then looked away casually.

How dare he! Furious, she looked back at her food and began to viscously stab her eggs. She was glad to see that he had several cuts and bruises. "Ha! Hope it hurts like hell!" she thought to herself.

"Hey Ginny?" Ron asked.

Snapping to attention, she asked, "Yea?"

"Well," he said, "what exactly happened last night? I mean I know you would never actually kiss a Malfoy, so what did happen?"

She had to give the right answer here. If she told him the truth that she had kissed Malfoy and enjoyed it, he'd probably try to deny it then he'd probably never speak to her again. Avoiding Hermione's eyes, who knew the truth, she responded,

"He... erm... well, I remember him pulling out his wand," she began, finding it surprisingly easy to make up a story, "and then he pointed at me and muttered a few words and then I went blank. After that I just remember you guys coming and... erm... seeing us and then I ran off all confused, and, and..."

She stopped and began to cry softly. Ron reached over and grabbed her hand and said, "Hey, hey! Don't cry! It's ok! I believe you, really I do! Plus we took care of him for you!"

Sniffling, she raised her head and smiled.

"I noticed. Nice job," she said, and both siblings winked.

Looking around she could see that Ron was smiling back at her. Hermione was looking outraged, except Ginny knew Hermione wouldn't point out that she was lying in front of everyone. Harry however was looking at her pointedly. When he saw her look at him he quickly looked away and became quite interested in his toast.

"Well of course I had to lie!" she thought to herself, in an effort to make herself think she didn't do anything wrong.

And with a small smile she excused herself to back to her dorm.

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It was funny, before this whole situation started, she couldn't pay anyone to pay attention to her. Now it was as if the Universe had chosen her to get attention. It was her turn to be in the spotlight. But if all this blew over, would she have to go back to shadows? What if somehow everyone forgot her again, anything Ginny related ceased to exist? Could she cope with it? To go from center stage to a dark corner, once again being Ron's little sister, she couldn't cope with that. No, Ginny vowed to herself, she wouldn't let this go. Virginia Weasley would finally be known, and never forgotten.

"Ahem!"

A stern looking face with dark hair tied in a bun was peering at her through dark eyes, hidden behind glasses: Professor McGonagall.

"Miss Weasley, are you going to enter my class or not? I can not teach the valuable information needed in life if you are just going to stand in my doorway!"

Her professor looked at her, a scowl on her face, but her eyes held amusement, a rare sight indeed for the stern teacher. She knew! But how? Her mind raced through the possibilities and put two and two together. Ron had a quick temper and as usual, resorted to violence; McGonagall was head of the house and would have to deal with situations that had to do with problems among her students... She must've heard the whole story! It was a bit embarrassing to know that your teacher knew of your problematic love life. Well if it brought her attention...

"Miss Weasley! Enter now; you've delayed my class long enough!"

Ginny quickly ran in and took her seat in the middle of the class, ignoring the snickers among the Slytherins and the pointed looks from her fellow Gryffindors.

"Well, now that Miss Weasley has finally decided to join us, we may begin. Today we will be transfiguring..."

Ginny tuned out Prof. McGonagall's lecture and began absentmindedly toying with the ideas and theories that had been entering her head as of late.

If one snog with Draco brought all this chaos... and attention... she could definitely use it to her advantage. Wouldn't that make her a tart? Could she really just use people to better herself? Wouldn't that make her a Slytherin? Though, didn't everyone have a bit of all houses in them, just one being more prominent?

Then why was she in Gryffindor? She hadn't done anything quite brave in her life. In fact, quite the opposite, she had feared and submitted to a memory of someone. She had wanted to be in Gryffindor though, she wanted to be like her family, and she didn't want to disappoint anyone.

Still, to be able to manipulate people, to have people know her and cause commotion over her; that sounded lovely. Being overlooked for years in such a large family seemed to have taken its toll. So would she have the Gryffindor bravery to get what she wanted? Then it would prove she was true Gryffindor material, anyone who ever doubted that would be proven wrong. Yes, that was what she wanted, and that was what she would get.

Maybe she should've been a Slytherin... She had heard once that there was a fine line between Slytherin and Gryffindor; then again, she had also heard there was a fine line between genius and insanity. Not that she was a genius, or insane, but that was not the point she was trying to make to herself.

Now, what way would she go about getting all this "attention?" She might as well stick with what she had, Draco.

He must have some sort of interest in her, she highly doubted he went around randomly snogging girls; and if he did, he would never chose a Weasley. Either he for some asinine reason had become attracted to her, or he too had ulterior motives. The latter seemed much more possible; therefore she didn't feel horrible at all for deciding to use him to his advantage.

Now only one other thing to consider, or should she say three: Harry, Ron and Hermione. This year they seemed to have taken her under their wings. That was natural of course, seeing as they had it implanted in their minds that they must protect all. "No, no one could save the wizarding world but them," she thought nastily.

"They are the wonderful Trio," her inner voice dripping with sarcasm, "always the ones with the glory, the adventures, the ones that make the rest of us look like mindless little sheep! And what's with them being so nice to me anyway? Hermione probably just wanted some female company and Harry and Ron did what she said. Like they'd ever actually like me."

"Psst! You've been annoying McGonagall all day, you try her anymore, she might really have a cow! You're lucky she hasn't taken any points away! Put out the bauble!" Colin whispered to her from her left.

"What?" she whispered back, currently quite confused.

"You know, the bauble, the necklace. It's glowing like crazy!"

"My necklace?" Ginny asked herself, more than Colin, looking down.

A bright light was emitting for the iris and pupil of the glass figurine of an eye that was hanging from the silver chain around her neck.

"How curious!" she thought to herself.

Quickly she wrapped her hand around the necklace so the light couldn't attract anyone else and fumbled with the clasp with her free hand.

"Where is that bloody clasp?" she muttered to herself.

Just to make sure she couldn't miss it, she ran her finger along the entire silver chain slowly so it looked almost as if she were scratching her neck. There was no clasp! But how was that possible? She had used one to put the stupid thing one!

Glancing down she could still see a faint glow escaping her closed hand. Not daring to draw any more attention to herself, she quickly picked up a quill and began to furiously try to catch up with the notes, still keeping a hand wrapped around necklace. She silently prayed to any superior being that would listen to either make her necklace go out or for Professor McGonagall not to say anything about the tiny glow of light escaping from the cracks of her fingers.

"Miss Weasley, please stay after class for a quick word," McGonagall's voice cut in during her frantic prayers.

Apparently her past in her past life she was an axe murderer, which would explain the gods letting her suffer. "Axe murderers never do get a second chance," she thought wistfully.

Ginny could see her professor was curiously eyeing the fact that Ginny had her hand clutching her necklace. Either that or she was currently checking Ginny out which was not only gross but highly, highly unlikely. Ginny'd go for the first option anytime.

"Yes ma'am" she responded aloud.

Ginny looked towards the ceiling and muttered, "One bloody mistake in my past life, and you punish me for a life time. Well for my sake I hope my past self got away with it and then went on to live a life full of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll!"

What still worried her was the fact that her necklace was slowly fading. Obviously the thing was magical. She'd have to ask Hermione. If Hermione was using her, then she'd use her right back. Like Draco, and everyone else; people only used her, took her for granted.

"Well they will all pay soon enough," she thought to herself, her lips curling back to show quite a malicious smirk.

What Ginny did not see was that in the pupil of her necklace, black wisps of smoke whirled and whirled round until they finally disappeared.

"Finally, the light went out!" she muttered to herself and went back to work.

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Throwing all her things in her bag she brushed past empty wooden desks and headed towards her Transfiguration teacher who sat regally at her own desk.

"Well Miss Weasley, do you have anything you must tell me?"

"Erm, no Miss, what gave you that idea?"

"Well first you come late to my class, you then seem to not pay attention to my lecture, rather you sat there lost in your own little world and at times you would murmur to yourself, then you keep a death grip on that..." at this point Professor McGonagall's voice stopped then after a few seconds continued, "'necklace' which was glowing. You don't seem like yourself Ginny. I suppose Albus would be better at these sorts of talks, but you are a student of my house therefore I feel I should make sure everything is alright."

When she finished McGonagall looked at her as if waiting for her to confess something, like the murders from her past life.

"I'm fine," she sniffed indignantly, "May I go?"

She was surprised when her professor said yes; she was half expecting a detention for impertinence.

She briskly walked out and began to walk towards her next class.

"Hey," a voice from behind her said.

She whirled around and with fists clenched she asked, "What do you want Malfoy?"

"At the moment, I want you to skip the rest of your classes and wander Hogwarts grounds with me," he drawled, while leaning up against the stone wall. His black eye was still there as was the scratch on his cheek. She noticed his nose seemed ever slightly off center, showing it had been broken by the 'Fists of Fury Gryffindors.'

"Well I really don't care what you want," she said.

"You asked, didn't you?"

That was true. God how she hated him. Maybe now was the moment to set her plan in action. Still, his ulterior motives really made her curious.

"Why?"

"Why did you ask? How the hell should I know?"

"No you dunderhead, why do you want me to go on a "date" with you?"

"Did you just call me a dunderhead?" he asked, quite scandalized.

"You're avoiding the question!" she cried in exasperation.

"Is there a problem here?" Professor McGonagall's voice asked from behind her.

"No Miss! Mr. Malfoy was just offering to walk me to my next class," Ginny quickly replied.

The teacher raised her eyebrows then sighed, nodded and walked in the other direction of the hallway.

"I never knew Gryffindors could lie," Malfoy said, with a hint of admiration in his voice.

"Well it's quite obvious that Gryffindors can fight, judging by your current state of appearance," she retorted.

Draco seemed to try to ignore that comment, but Ginny could see a pink tinge appear on his pale cheeks and his fists clenched ever so slightly. She didn't even bother to hide a smirk.

"Look you want to come with me or not?" he asked finally.

"The only classes I have now are History of Magic and Divination... I suppose they aren't that important," she thought to herself.

Remembering her earlier thoughts, Ginny did something she would normally never do;

"Let's go," she replied as nonchalantly as possible, then began to walk down the hallway not waiting for Draco to come with her.

Draco smirked at her receding figure and lightly touched his inner left arm.

"Wait for me!" he said without enthusiasm and briskly walked after the girl who did not suspect a thing.