Ginny Weasley was most definitely having an rather... interesting morning.

It had started with a bang when Fred and George flood into the house early in the morning challenging her and Ron to a game of quidditch outside.

Hermione had opted to stay inside with her beloved 'Hogwarts: A History' to 'reread it for facts that she had missed'. Hermione, however, really was terrified of a broomstick- she claimed that it seemed 'reckless', but seemed to be resigned to the fact that Harry and Ron adored the sport.

It was a sunny day out by the house, beautiful and homey as always, field glistening in the morning sun. However, there was an underlying tension and darkness- Tom, otherwise known as lord Voldemort had returned.

Ginny had been thinking about Harry- not as the famous Harry Potter, or the hero who saved her, but as Harry. The Department of Mysterys had really put her into perspective that Harry was a loving person- She wondered how he was...it must have been so hard for him to loose Sirius, whom she had like for his mischievous (and protective) personality.

Pushing both Tom and Harry out of her mind for the time being, Ginny had hopped onto one of Fred's old brooms (Fred had gotten a new broom after success with the joke shop) and shot for the sky, dragging a sleepy (and rather grumpy) Ron with her on George's old broom.

"Ickle-Gin Gin can fly!" yelled Fred grabbing the worn quaffle from the broom shed and hopping onto his new broom. Ginny shot him a haughty look (in imitation of Malfoy) and twirled on her broom in a graceful corkscrew. Ron careened out of her way.

"Ronniekens? Not so much..." George followed, hitting the Quaffle solidly with a bat that he had used as a Beater in school.

"Shut up!" yelled Ronald half-heartedly catching the quaffle, "Why did you hit the quaffle with the bat anyway- this isn't a game of quidditch!"

"Ah, Ronniekens," started Fred, leaning back on his broom looking mock-horrified, "I think Hermione's rubbing off on you!"

"Hermione doesn't even play quidditch!" shot back Ginny, deciding to side with Ron, who she knew had a major crush on Hermione, despite how much he denied it.

It had been when Ron passed the quaffle to her when it hit her- she remembered quiet, shy smile when they were alone, her library and facts, Godric hugging her, Salazar concentrating on the mysterious sign, Rowena crying and saying, "I don't deal with tampered magic!" ... the quaffle slid out of her hands as she came to an understanding and fell with a quiet 'whump' onto the field. What was that?!

"Aaaw, Gin-gin," George teased, who evidently didn't notice her shock yet, "You're gonna make me fly all the way down there for that?" She didn't respond to him- she tried to maintain control of her magic, the shimmering yellow magic seeming to swirl about her, mind flooding with an onslaught of memories as she gripped her broom for support while the pain overtook her.

 She remembered.

"Ginny!" yelled Fred, while George dropped the bat and sped forward. She could feel her features shifting- mind whirling with new facts.

 Salazar...Godric...Rowena...

"Ron? You guys-" George was saying...she turned to see a rather terrified looking Godric, half-smilng and half- overwhelmed, Ronald having transformed into Godric Gryffindor, blue eyes determined. He seemed to be receiving memories.

"Helga..." she heard Godric say before everything went black.