Chapter Three: Onward, the Sailors Cry
Ginny was halfway through a plate of eggs and bacon when she heard Ron swear.
"Oh, bloody hell, does this mean that the Slytherins are just late and not gone? I suppose they had a Future Death Eaters convention that conflicted with the start of term," he groused, sloshing milk over his porridge.
"I thought you had to come on the train." Harry turned to Hermione for confirmation.
'Well, technically, no. It's mainly tradition. You could Floo to Hogsmeade and walk up like most visitors do, and like everybody did before there were trains. It's not safe to Floo over water, though, so families on holiday have to take brooms or Muggle transportation back from overseas, and usually they come through London anyway. The train was donated by the Bagman family in 1913 after three students tried to Floo to The Three Broomsticks at exactly the same time. The Queuing Charm wasn't widely known then, and they plugged the fireplace with their luggage and another seventeen students were severely injured when they got stuck in the chimney which you would know --"
"If we ever bothered to read Hogwarts: A History," chorused Ron, Fred, and George, distracted from observing Draco Malfoy's fashionably late entrance to breakfast.
"Well, honestly," huffed Hermione, stabbing her fork into a slice of ham.
"I wonder, though," continued Harry, head tilted to the side. "It's not like Malfoy to miss the chance to bother everyone without any teachers around. And Zabini came on the train, I saw her hassling Mandy Brocklehurst."
Ginny thought to remark that there could be any number of reasons to miss the start-of-term feast -- after all, Harry had more than once -- but decided not to when Draco didn't even glance in their direction. Maybe he doesn't remember anything, she mused. Perhaps that would be for the best.
Not more than five minutes later, the warning bell for classes rang and breakfast dishes started to fade from the tables. Ginny looked down the table and saw that Hermione's face was, rather incongruously, a deep shade of red. She followed her gaze to the doors, where the hunched figure of Viktor Krum surveyed the room. He was immediately joined by Professor Trelawney, in a rare visit down from her tower (where Ron and Harry claimed she should be locked up for all eternity). They walked toward the head table, followed by a stream of professors, some unfamiliar faces, Fleur Delacour, and...
"Is that Charlie?" Ron poked Fred, half rising out of his seat to get a better view.
"It's Bill," crowed George, smiling and waving.
***
"The back of your schedule will tell you where the students from your year should report for each hour this morning. To begin, our fourth year Ravenclaws will be leading a tour of the castle and our new facilities for all new students. I suggest that everyone locate their classes before tomorrow, as we have opened additional classrooms. Madam Pince awaits those of you in second and third year in the library, where any additional books you may need will be loaned to you until you can acquire your own copies. Our groundskeeper and Care of Magical Creatures Professor, Rubeus Hagrid, will be leading the remaining fourth years on a tour of the creatures enclosures."
Professor Dumbledore paused a moment, as he used his wand to create a somewhat translucent, small scale model of the library that spun slowly in the air. "Of course, you will also want to visit your study hall." He gestured to an open arch at the rear of the library that hadn't been there before. "Follow the staircase down, and you will find the study rooms for first, second, third, and fourth year students. Going up will lead you to Secondary Specialization study rooms, but more on that later."
Hermione had switched places with George and was reading Ginny's schedule over her shoulder. "Oh, I can't believe you'll be ready for the O.W.L.s after this year!" she whispered loudly. "You'll be able to try for them all. Why couldn't they have done this before? I wouldn't have needed the time-tur..." she trailed off, glancing back at Harry and Ron, who were exchanging looks of amusement at her agitation.
Ginny tried to rub away the queasy feeling in her stomach that intensified in direct proportion to how long she looked at her schedule. She had always received decent marks in all her classes, but she had been able to choose at least some of the subjects herself. Now, all students in their first four years would be taking all of the school subjects.
Against her will Ginny found herself going over her schedule once again. Every single subject she could have imagined, and some she had not, filled every day from early morning to late afternoon and even some of her evenings.
Fred, reading upside down from across the table, slid his finger along the grid to stop on the Friday midnight Astronomy class. "I see they haven't gone through and considered all possible conflicts. I hear the Anatomy class meets in the tower at the same time."
Dumbledore waited for the whispers to halt before continuing. "Fifth, sixth, and seventh years will be spending half of each day in a specialization area, working closely with a small group on advanced topics. You'll also choose one or more areas of study that interest you to fill out your schedule. Right now, we need to complete schedules for these students. I would like to dismiss our first through fourth year students to their morning activities at this time, as well as our Primary teaching staff. All others, please remain."
Ginny tucked her schedule into her satchel with a sigh. She would do what had to be done; she always did. She consoled herself with the thought of having Bill for Ancient Runes and a year of Potions with Krum instead of Snape. She was nearly to the doors when Professor McGonagall stepped in front of her.
"Miss Weasley, Professor Dumbledore has requested that you remain for the testing," she said, indicating that she should sit down. Slowly, Ginny did at the very end of the table. She tried to ignore some seventh-year Hufflepuffs who were looking at her and whispering behind their hands. Every other house arranged itself, in unspoken agreement, with the youngest students near the high table and the oldest nearest the doors, but the Gryffindor table always had a mixed bunch of students in the middle that centered around the twins, Harry, and their friends, with everyone else spread out to the ends. Ginny was a good twenty feet from the nearest Gryffindor.
Professor McGonagall had returned to the high table and was holding a stack of parchment. "This morning, you will be tested for your Secondary Specialization area. The test is designed to determine your strengths, talents, and untapped potential." She seemed to be giving Fred and George a hard look over her spectacles during the last bit. "The specialization areas are Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Management and Muggle Studies for Ministry Work, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Should these not be to your liking, please recall that you will also be able to elect further study in Healing Arts, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, History, Research, Divination, Arithmancy, Astronomy, and Ancient Runes." She handed the stack of parchment to Flitwick, who sent them sailing around the room to settle before students who were already rummaging for quills.
"Attention, please," McGonagall raised her voice over the rumble. "To discourage cheating, you will notice that your parchment is blurry. Now, to answer the questions, please drink the potion in front of you." Steaming beakers appeared on the tables before each student, containing a clear liquid. "You may begin."
Ginny lifted her beaker and took a sip. It was odorless and tasteless, as if it were only hot water. She drank deeply, half-emptying the flask.
Her vision turned blue and the room swam before her. A rushing sound like the ocean filled her ears. After a time, she realized that she was staring at the ceiling, and swayed forward as she turned her head toward the parchment. She could feel her quill moving across the page, but couldn't make out the questions she was supposed to be answering. How can I answer if I can't see? she thought slowly. What's the point, anyway?
As soon as she completed this thought, her world snapped back into focus. The parchment was still blurry, as was her handwriting on the page, and she still couldn't hear, either, but she could think. Ginny raised her head. All around the room, students were bent over their parchments, silent and unseeing, yet scribbling away all the same. At the Slytherin table, Dumbledore and McGonagall were huddled together and placing the Sorting Hat on the head of each student in turn. Snape and Flitwick appeared to be examining tests over the shoulders of the Ravenclaws. It didn't appear that the students even recognized that they were being examined..
Eyebrows knotting in confusion, Ginny turned her head to confirm that this was the situation at every house table. From Slytherin to Gryffindor, everyone seemed petrified except at the quill and Hermione was writing so fast that little blobs of ink spattered up onto her face. Just then, a movement caught her eye because it was so out of place in the room.
Harry was putting down his quill.
Ginny watched as his face resolved into a lucid expression and he looked around the room furtively, seeing as she had the frantic testing and sorting. He stopped looking around when their eyes met. Hazel mirrored green, and Ginny knew that he knew something more than she did about what was happening. There was no reason for this, no reason to enchant students when Cheatproof Quills could be had for a song. After a long moment, he reached for his beaker, gave her a half-smile and shrugged his shoulders as if to say haven't a clue, but it seems harmless. Ginny shrugged in return, picked up her quill, and drained the rest of her potion.
***
The next time she was conscious of anything, Colin Creevey was sitting down next to her.
"Ginny, where were you all morning? You should have seen the stuff Hagrid's got! Some of the cutest ones can even talk, but he says we're not to feed them after dark, ever. Oh, and our study room! I took loads of pictures, our own fireplace and like our common room but with big desks and really soft chairs and a place for cauldrons, so we can work on our Potions homework without going to the dungeons!" He continued to chatter happily away as Ginny rubbed at her fingers, which hadn't been so sore since she had finished her History of Magic exam last year, all twelve rolls of parchment. Her mouth felt dry and sticky, too.
Relieved that she need not answer, Ginny reached for the jug of pumpkin juice that appeared on the table with the lunch dishes. If she had been nervous earlier, the unexplained events of the morning certainly hadn't alleviated her trepidation. She gulped a gobletful of juice, noticing that the younger students looked overexcited and the older substantially subdued and even confused as they woke from their stupor. At the high table, Dumbledore, Snape, Flitwick, and McGonagall sorted parchment into piles.
By the time lunch was cleared away, the entire school was once again seated and quiet in the Great Hall. McGonagall rose from her seat, gathering up one of the piles of parchment.
'We have finished looking over your tests," she began, "and we will now ask you to follow your Secondary Specialization teacher to your subject classroom for a meeting, after which you will see Madam Pince for any additional textbooks, sign up for your elective classes and be issued your department robes. First through fourth years, you may watch or leave; I recommend that you spend your afternoon familiarizing yourself with your textbooks. Will the following students please follow Professor Snape for the Potions class..."
Colin turned to Ginny. "Want to go down to the lake and tease the squid?"
"Well, I thought I'd see where my brothers end up. You go on ahead, maybe take Dennis. It might be a while," Ginny told him, wanting to watch the class-sorting in peace and wondering if she was to be sorted or released herself.
Professor Snape was leading a group composed mainly of Slytherin and Ravenclaw students from the hall before the Gryffindor table cleared enough for her to see that Harry and her brothers looked visibly relieved to have been excluded. The tables gradually emptied as Flitwick bounced off before a group of Charms Students. A short, balding, slightly pudgy wizard introduced as Melvin Perks (on a leave of absence from the Department of Memory Modification for the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore said) led away the group assigned to Management and Muggle Studies for Ministry Work. Greying, bearded Walter MacDonald (we're delighted to have him over from the Canadian Ministry on an Aurors exchange, gushed Dumbledore) clomped out with the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, plaid flannel robes flopping over his work boots.
At last, McGonagall ushered her Transfiguration students from the hall, but it was not yet empty. Dumbledore, at last, rose and surveyed the room over his spectacles. "Everyone else, please follow me."
Ginny realized she was the only fourth year student left in the room, and gathered up her things in preparation to slip out the doors.
"Everyone, Miss Weasley, includes you," said Dumbledore, drawing even with her and motioning for her to walk beside him. With a sense of dé jà -vu, she did.
***
Dumbledore led them down a short passage that Ginny had never been in. Portraits and landscapes adorned the walls so thickly that only small patches of stone showed here and there. At the end of the passage, a painting depicting the Battle of Culloden took up the entire wall.
"Eventually, the painting will be charmed to recognize you, but for today we will all have to hold onto each other to pass, or be left outside," remarked Dumbledore, as he drew near the end of the hall. Grabbing onto Ginny's robes, he looked over his shoulder. "All together? Right then," he said, pushing Ginny through the portrait ahead of him.
She found herself in a large classroom that she had never seen before. It had an impossibly high, arched ceiling and tall, narrow, stained-glass windows depicting scenes from old tales. Pushed into one corner was a round table carved out of pale wood, and a row of chairs was arranged before a desk and blackboard.
Immediately, she stepped to the side and watched the line of students follow Dumbledore through the portrait. He motioned for them to be seated, and in an orderly line they marched down the row of seats, filling them as they went. Katie Bell was followed by Seamus Finnigan, Blaise Zabini, and Susan Bones. Predictably, Ron was on one side of Harry, Hermione on the other. Lavender Brown looked discomfited at being separated from George, and leaned around Justin Finch-Fletchley and the Patil twins to give him a sickly sweet smile where he sat next to Fred. Cho Chang perched at the end, next to three empty seats.
Dumbledore reached an arm through the back of the painting, and after a second hauled Neville Longbottom through by the neck of his robes, releasing him to collapse in the chair next to Cho. Dumbledore reached through the portrait again, groping unsuccessfully. He poked his head and shoulders through the frame, giving Ginny the opportunity to ease herself into the chair next to Neville. Finally, the last student was pulled into the room.
Ginny instantly regretted not keeping her place in line, because the only seat left for Draco Malfoy was the chair next to hers.
***
Dumbledore clapped his hands together twice. "Welcome, welcome, to Integrated Magic. The rumor going around the school at this very moment is that you are here because you weren't talented enough in any area to take a Specialization, so we had to create a separate class. Not one of my better diversions, but there it is. The truth is that you all have specializations and potential, though these would not necessarily be best addressed by placing you in a particular area."
It was only a matter of time before Hermione raised her hand. "Then, what will we study?" she asked, without waiting to be called on.
"It saddens me, Miss Granger, to inform you that your class schedule will change continually. For the first ten weeks, we will be reviewing -- or for some of you, learning -- the material that would have been covered in your last three years at Hogwarts. From then on, your classes will be held in here when other professors can arrange to work with you on advanced topics. You will be expected to complete research and teach your peers at least once each week, on top of individual projects, and occasionally attend other classes which we determine to be of interest."
"We?" interrupted Hermione.
"Ah, yes, I will have the pleasure of instructing you on occasion, but most of your lessons will be spent with Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, or Snape. You will work with
other teachers, of course, from time to time," replied Dumbledore. "I know that some of you are wondering why you are here. Not a single one of you is here because you are not smart enough to be somewhere else. You are not here because a teacher recommended you, or because your family has connections."
Dumbledore paused, and his usual half-smile faded from his face. More seriously, he went on. "You are here because your test this morning placed you among the brightest students at Hogwarts. But, furthermore, you had to be identified by the Sorting Hat as a student who could be... successful in any of our four houses -- we wanted students who were brave, loyal, hardworking, and cunning. And," he said softly, "each of you has a very personal desire to oppose Voldemort."
Tension rippled across the room in waves. Ginny stared at her hands, unable to look up when she heard Cho's hitching breath and the crack of Ron's knuckles.
"If there is any among you who would like to leave now, who cannot be sworn to secrecy, we will not think less of you for it," Dumbledore continued after a moment. "Especially those of you who had not planned on remaining at Hogwarts beyond this year. But, if you choose to stay, I promise to provide the best training I can so that when the time comes, you will be prepared." Prepared for what, he did not explain.
"Are you asking us if we want to join the fifth year class, then?" George asked, forehead lowered in confusion.
"I'm asking you," Dumbledore steepled his fingers under his chin and leaned forward, "if you want to join an alliance."
***
Only Katie Bell left, mumbling apologies about younger brothers and sisters and a sick mother along with something about being brave but not cunning. Dumbledore placed a hand on her shoulder and a wand at her temple before the class, modifying her memory. He teased her gently about losing her way to the Charms classroom, sending her off with a note and a wave.
Once she was on her way, a cold, clear voice cut through the air. "You knew she would leave," accused Draco.
"Yes," said Dumbledore simply. "We must all do what we have to do. I had to let you see the other option for yourself. And, if no one else wishes to leave, we should get started." He rose from behind the desk and with a twitch of his wand, stacks of textbooks appeared before each of them.
"Gaaah," Ginny heard Neville moan, next to her. She felt like groaning a bit herself; she needed hands-on practice to really memorize her lessons. Before she could commiserate with Neville, a team of house-elves appeared with their arms full of silvery robes and she found herself standing on her chair as the hems were tailored to fit. Cho had to grab Neville's arm twice to keep him from falling off his chair.
Ginny turned to her left, allowing an elf to pin up the right sleeve that flopped down to her knees. She passed the time studying the back of Draco's head, wondering what his presence in this class meant. He stood with his shoulders squared and his feet apart. Even his white-blond hair looked arrogant, combed flat against his scalp.
Draco turned around, and for a second his eyes met Ginny's. They flashed silver-bright and clear before clouding over, unfocused and distant over the dark shadows that made half-moons above his cheekbones. She searched for something to say.
"Please turn the other way," requested Ginny's house-elf, politely. She slid her feet to turn in the opposite direction, feeling Draco's gaze on her neck and wishing that she had left her hair out of its usual coronet of plaits as protection.
Soon she was seated again, with a package of books and robes tied up in twine tucked under her chair. Hermione, putting the Stitching Charms on her robes herself, was the last to be finished.
Dumbledore looked up from the book he was reading at the desk, and crunched the last of a hard sweet. "Well then! Since we have some free time, I'd like to give you your first assignment, one of my favorite charms. We'll need to work in partners, so I suppose I should assign your permanent work partners, who will look out for you in all things, and with whom you will take your Catapultus test in ten weeks after our review. Let's start with this end -- Mr. Finnigan and Miss Zabini, Miss Bones and Mr. Ron Weasley, Mr. Potter and Miss Granger, Miss Brown and Mr. Finch-Fletchley, yes, yes, our Patil twins and Weasley twins, Miss Chang and Mr. Longbottom, and Miss Weasley and Mr. Malfoy."
Fred, George, and Ron all looked across the room, really noticing Ginny for the first time. They looked surprised and angry all at once. Ron, particularly, was glaring at Draco and muttering under his breath. They were distracted by the entrance of Snape, McGonagall, and Flitwick through the painting. Each of them handed a small amulet -- Ginny couldn't quite make out what they were -- to Dumbledore.
"Ah, good," chirped Dumbledore. "I've just paired up the students, and was getting ready to show them the Catapultus Charm. Professor Flitwick, would you like to step in? No? Then, Professor Snape, could you assist me with a demonstration?" Snape looked repulsed, but stepped forward.
"The Catapultus Charm is an old tactic, used to lift your partner quickly over or onto obstacles. Windgardium Leviosa can also be used, but it is extremely slow and difficult to control when used on people, and needs a wand in all cases. You may want to strap your wand to your arm while practicing, though, for safety."
Dumbledore turned to Snape and raised his hands at waist level, palms up. "Would you like to go first, Severus?"
"I think the pleasure should be yours, Professor," Snape answered dryly, raising his own palms. Dumbledore stepped forward, placed his palms down on top of Snape's and spoke over his shoulder.
"Now, one must concentrate and speak the charm while imagining their partner floating up into the air. However, for this to work the flying partner must have complete trust in the throwing partner," he explained. Dumbledore nodded to Snape, bending his knees slightly.
"Iacio!" boomed Snape, pushing his hands toward the ceiling.
"Cor," breathed Seamus, watching Dumbledore shoot toward the ceiling and turn a lazy somersault before floating gently down.
"Would anyone like to try?" Dumbledore landed lightly on his feet.
***
All around the room, students were practicing the charm with varying degrees of success. Predictably, Fred and George were popping gleefully into the air like bottle rockets, with shouts of 'whee!' Harry had raised Hermione just over his head but had had to pull her down when she shrieked in protest. Cho hadn't left the ground at all in spite of Neville's earnest pronunciations.
Ginny followed Draco to the back of the classroom where he appeared to be examining a dusty shelf of books. Working up her nerve, she laid a hand on his sleeve. "We won't be able to do this at all if we don't try."
"Would you fly for me, Weasley? Or weren't you listening to the part about needing complete trust?" Draco spun around and stepped toe to toe with her, looking down his nose.
"Try me," Ginny challenged him, chin up, unwilling to look away first. "You could have hurt me on the train when I was sleeping, or any time after that. You didn't."
Draco stood frozen, closing his eyes slowly. "You'd think Dumbledore put a memory charm on you instead of Bell. I was ill, remember?"
"Have you told anyone?" interrupted Ginny.
"Obviously, Madam Pomfrey and Snape know I was ill, but I don't imagine The Daily Prophet is interested, so, no..."
"I meant about your mother," murmured Ginny.
Draco leaned back against the bookcase. "H-how," be began, trailing off and shaking his head in denial. There was no time to say more, because a sharp cry echoed off the walls, attracting everyone to the front of the room.
Lavender was panicking, pulling at Parvati's sleeve. Parvati and Padma were holding hands but certainly weren't practicing the Catapultus Charm. Ginny pushed past Neville to where they stood, eyes rolled back in their heads and shaking from head to toe.
"Let them finish, Miss Brown," McGonagall barked, pulling Lavender away.
The Patil twins spoke with one low, rasping voice. "The vessel of Mars is not ready yet. Eastern star will break his heart before the solstice. The red haired one will betray the snake's tongue."
Parvati collapsed first, falling to her knees. Fred stepped behind Padma before she hit the floor, holding her gently by the shoulders. Lavender broke from McGonagall's grasp and ran to kneel next to Parvati. Pushing her friend's hair off her sweat-slicked face, she demanded, "What happened? Why didn't you let me help her?"
Dumbledore fumbled in his pocket and drew forth a bar of chocolate that he divided between Padma and Parvati. "When true visions are manifesting, it is best not to interrupt," he explained gently. "Padma and Parvati, like many magical twins, are seers and are strongest in close proximity to each other. Their skills haven't been used much at school, I imagine, since they were separated into different houses."
"You didn't tell me. Why didn't you tell me?" whimpered Lavender softly to a bewildered-looking Parvati.
"Glad that's not us," George commented, looking at Fred.
"Untapped potential," McGonagall remarked wryly, to no one in particular.
Dumbledore broke in. "You could see, if you applied yourself." Fred and George wore identical skeptical expressions. "As I said before, we have among us many talented students, and many of you share the same skills. We are fortunate to have two sets of twins to assist us in Divination."
"Will I be assisting with Divination as well?" Lavender asked hopefully.
"Probably not." Lavender's face fell. "But your test indicated that you will be excellent at creating Protections, and that you have extensive knowledge of Glamour Charms, which are a kind of Transfiguration." Lavender looked marginally happier. Dumbledore gazed around at them all.
"You must embrace your talents if we are to succeed, even if they do not always match your desires. Harry can conjure an excellent Patronus. Justin has traveled all over Europe. Neville knows every plant in the greenhouses, and Virginia is the youngest member of the Dragonriders Society. I could go on for each of you, but I hope you've already extracted the moral of this story."
Hermione spoke up. "We have to know and trust each other enough to be open about our skills and weaknesses?"
"Yes," said Dumbledore, "and that from now on Fred and Parvati and George and Padma should be partners, instead."
***
Ginny sat stiffly on a chair, examining the inside hem of her left sleeve while waiting her turn to conference with her professors. Finally, Flitwick took down the Muffling Charm that surrounded the desk and excused Neville.
She shot a glance at Draco, who was the only other student still waiting, but he appeared to be enthralled with his fingernails. Scooping up her books and robes with both arms, she approached the front of the class .
"I shouldn't be here," she blurted as Flitwick resettled the sound barrier, unable to stop herself. "I'm too young. I don't know enough. I haven't done fourth year. I only had to stay on that dragon for a minute and she was just a baby, really."
To Ginny's surprise, Professor McGonagall raised her hand. "Don't be silly, Miss Weasley. I would have had to advise that you pass into fifth year anyway. A bored Weasley is, well, Fred or George, and I cannot cope with another like them."
Puzzled, Ginny persisted. "My marks aren't that high. You haven't promoted Hermione, and she's the cleverest witch in her class."
"No, we haven't. There are...other reasons.... " she paused. "Virginia, think about what you learned this summer. Charlie owled us several times, so don't think you can leave anything out."
Ginny considered this for a moment. "Muggle Studies, because I had to get to the facility, and we had to go into towns to get supplies. Wards and Protections and sometimes Memory Charms, because the Muggles would get curious and come exploring. Concealment charms, making things look unpleasant so that others would avoid them. Cooking, the Muggle way and the magic way, we all had to take turns. Herbology, because we had to make do with what we could find for healing supplies and potions. Healing, too. Someone was always injured. Care of Magical Creatures, of course. But not much Transfiguration or History or Arithmancy or Defense Against the Dark Arts, really."
Dumbledore broke his silence. "You've already been tested, Virginia, this morning and when you joined the Dragonriders Society. I hope you don't need further demonstration to realize that you have absorbed more this summer than most students learn here in a year. Do you know why?"
"I did what had to be done," Ginny protested. "Every day, tasks had to be completed; it didn't matter who did them. I didn't study anything but a few books on dragons. I just helped until I could do things myself."
"You learned by doing, then. That's what you will do as often as possible in Integrated Magic. Perhaps, though, I misunderstand you. Are you saying that you want to rejoin the fourth year class?" Dumbledore inquired.
"No, I want to stay here." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Ginny realized that she really, truly wanted to stay for herself. Not because she needed to stand on equal footing with her siblings, or because she wanted some ill-considered revenge, but to let herself know her hopes and fears and face them.
Dumbledore smiled, a bit wistfully, Ginny thought. "Then we will all benefit from your skills with Magical Creatures," he consulted a list, "physical defense, Charms, and the Dark Arts." Ginny's eyes widened. Did she hear the last right? There was no chance to ask, because she was dismissed. "Rest this evening, Miss Weasley, because first thing tomorrow morning you will meet with Professor Snape for tutoring in Potions."
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