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Harry Potter and the Deadly Heller

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Summary: At the end of Book 6, Ginny Weasley was in a lot of trouble despite that felix felicis potion. And then she got the most bizarre bit of luck…

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Harry Potter > GeneralDianeCastleFR13116173,73054834247,42814 Aug 128 Dec 12Yes

Blameless in His Generation

A/N: Disclaimer, spoilers, author’s notes, etc., are at the beginning of chapter 1.
A/N2: A special thanks to WhiteWolf and Zorgdub who pointed out an obvious error in the previous two chapters, which I have patched.



Ginny waited in the Great Hall after she finished eating. The rest of the Slayers trooped out and traded places with the Slayers guarding the prisoners. Then she watched while the second half of the Slayers went through the food like it was going to be hit with a Scouring Charm in a few seconds.

Professor McGonagall found beds for Harry and Ron and Hermione. And Willow too. But Ginny went out with the other Slayers to stand guard. It was another hour before half a dozen Aurors showed up. Half a dozen? They had a couple armies of prisoners. So Ginny and the other Slayers ended up standing guard for another two hours after that, while Aurors ferried people off to prison cells, and other Aurors went to fetch more Aurors, and yet other Aurors went off to check on the victims at Riddle’s camp outside the school grounds. The whole time, she had Slayers making snide comments about the magical world, and the Aurors, and Professor Snape. And Faith still wasn’t back from wherever she went. The one time Ginny asked about that, Amelie just laughed.

When Willow finally took the rest of the Slayers – except Buffy – back to wherever they were based, Buffy clapped a hand on Ginny’s shoulder. “Come on, kid. It’s time you started working more on Slayer skills. You look pretty good on the witchcraft side.”

Buffy handed Ginny the Slayer Scythe. The moment Ginny held it, she knew it was special. She knew it was hers. Well, every Slayer’s. It hummed and purred in her hand like a kneazel that wanted her to come play with it.

Buffy grinned with excitement, “Okay. First we step through a couple katas with the Scythe so you’re comfy with it. Then we’ll hunt.”

For the first time ever, Ginny was looking forward to running into the Forbidden Forest.



Ginny woke up the next morning, feeling okay. She’d only gotten a couple hours of sleep, but she didn’t feel too tired. Even the bruises she’d picked up while hunting with Buffy in the Forbidden Forest were healing. And it turned out Buffy and Faith were right: those acromantulas were no match for a Slayer with a Scythe.

She looked over at her ‘roommates’. Buffy was already getting out of bed and heading into the bathroom. Hermione looked utterly exhausted.

By the time Ginny and Buffy were both done in the bathroom, Hermione was finally dragging herself out of bed. She and Buffy waited until Hermione was bathed and dressed before they walked to the Great Hall for breakfast.

It looked like the entire school was clustered around Ron and Harry, asking questions about the events of the night before.

Ginny didn’t get a chance to make any snide comments about that, because about two dozen girls saw her and Hermione, and rushed over to ask them a million questions about Harry and Voldemort and everything that had been going on for the last couple months. She hardly got the chance to eat.

She did manage to notice when Faith showed up shortly before breakfast would be over. And she noticed that Faith was walking a little funny.

Faith plopped down between Ginny and Buffy and started piling food on her plate. As she stuffed forkfuls of eggs and sausages into her mouth, she leered, “Hey B, I’m thinking I might stick around here and be the Slayer in residence for a little bit while we get things set up. Whaddaya say?”

Buffy’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “Sure, if that’s what you want, but… why?”

Faith grinned wickedly, “Well, he ain’t Mister Right, but he’s Mister Right Now. And he’s ten feet tall, so you know he’s hung like a centaur.”

Professor McGonagall was walking over and arrived just in time to hear the last sentence. The professor goggled at Faith, “You spent the night with Hagrid?”

Faith smirked, “Ya mean Rubes? Hell yeah, Minnie. Once ya go giant, you get compliant.”

“Faith!” Buffy hissed.

“Hell, I might stick around for a few months, if he doesn’t wear out.”

“FAITH!”

Professor McGonagall gasped, “Is Miss Weasley going to be like this?”

Buffy groaned, “Oh goddess no, this is just Faith.”

Professor McGonagall shook her head, “Molly would curse me a dozen times over if I let Ginevra turn out like Faith.”

Faith broke into a wicked grin. “Ginevra? Your name is Ginevra? Hey B, you just lost out on the stupid name lottery.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and began ticking names off on her fingers. “Faith, I went to school with Aura, Aphrodesia …”

Faith shrugged, “I know.”

Ginny insisted, “There’s nothing wrong with ‘Ginevra.’ It’s a family name.”

Faith smirked, “So’s Longbottom, but that doesn’t make it a good name.”

Buffy sighed, “Faith, if you’re going to be hanging around here, you’re going to have to stop pissing off the locals.”

“Oh come on B, where’s the fun in that?”

Buffy looked at the headmistress and said, “As long as you react to what she says, she’ll keep doing it. Your only hope is becoming blasé about her.”

Professor McGonagall sighed, “Well, perhaps Hagrid will use her as one of his ‘magical creatures’ for the year, instead of something like those blast-ended skrewts.”

“Blast-ended skrewts?” Buffy wondered.

Ginny winced, “You don’t wanna know, Buffy. Trust me on this one, you don’t wanna know.”

Faith grinned, “Plus, Rubes tells me there’s a couple hundred man-sized acromantulas for me ta stomp, and I can whip some centaurs into shape so they’ll stop being bitchy about Grawp, plus some trolls up in the foothills and maybe a vamp or two, and some shit we never get to fight like maybe a basilisk or something.”

Professor McGonagall frantically whispered to Buffy, “Are you sure we can’t have a different Slayer to train Miss Weasley?”

Ginny and Harry looked at each other across the table and grinned. She wondered what a year at Hogwarts would be like without constant threats and horrors. She wondered what a year at Hogwarts would be with Harry as her official boyfriend, just like she imagined on the day Ron went off to Hogwarts. She looked into Harry’s sparkling green eyes and knew she couldn’t wait to find out.

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