Ginny stopped writing as a copy of Service First, the career brochure that had been put out by St. Mungo’s for students interested in becoming Healers was flipped onto her page.

"There you go little sis," said Fred with a smirk. "Better start planning now, mum has her heart on being a Healer now, doesn’t she?"

"Fuck that," muttered Ginny just loud enough for Fred to hear her.

"Tsk, tsk. Sweet little Ginny using foul language?"

"Watch it Fred, or I’ll put another silencing charm on you," said Ginny, brandishing her wand.

"You’d do better with the Bat Bogey hex on him Ginny," advised George, extracting the unwanted pamphlet and unfolding it. "I know you don’t have to choose careers until next year, but really, what do you want to do?"

"Doesn’t matter what she wants," said Fred airily. "Mum’s got her heart set. She’s going to be a Healer. I heard her say so, she was talking to auntie Muriel. Ginny will make a wonderful Healer," said Fred, imitating his mother’s voice. "She’s so sweet and sensitive. Its what I’ve always wanted Muriel, and what better way for her to find a good husband?"

Ginny snorted. "She doesn’t really know me then, George, does she?"

George grinned broadly at her.

"You do have a rather independent streak," conceded Fred. "What’s it going to be for you then, sis? A curse breaker, like Bill?"

"You know that’s not what Bill really wants to be doing," said Ginny lightly. "I think I’d like to help him when he opens up his studio."

"What, and teach Poofter dances to a bunch of prancing pansies?" said Fred, sounding surprised.

"A dance studio, Fred, is not something to be ashamed of," said Ginny flatly. "He’s been saving every bonus Gringotts gives him for finding the different cache’s for the last five years."

"Yeah, but a dance studio?" said Fred incredulously. "What would you do to help, tend the till?"

"I’d teach," said Ginny brightly. "He’s already said that he’d give me the younger students to teach."

"You don’t think she’s taking all of those lessons for her health, do you Fredo?" said George comfortably.

"Yeah, but teach?"

"Why not?" said Ginny with a shrug. "That and compete — Bill says when I turn sixteen we can enter professional tournaments."

"Does mum know about this?" said Fred frowning. "She’ll go nutters you know. She’s got her heart set."

"She’ll just have to unset it then," said Ginny flatly. "I’m not going to go into a line of work just to make mum happy. She’s going to have to learn to love the daughter she’s got, not the daughter she wishes she had."

Fred and George both burst into applause, causing several other students who were lounging around the fire look around to see what all the noise was about.

"Bravo Ginny love, you keep that attitude and mum won’t know what hit her," said George, beaming at her.

"Oh yeah, you two, while I’ve got you, I’ve been meaning to ask you if you know of any way that Harry would be able to talk to Sirius without Umbridge finding out about it?"

Fred stared at her blankly, but George dropped her a broad wink. "Been making hay while the sun shines, little sis?"

"Oh come off it, he mentioned it is all, do you think you could help him out?"

"Well, all the fires are being watched," said Fred, frowning.

"And the owls are being searched," put in George.

"Except for Umbridge’s fire," said Ginny quickly. "She said it herself, hers is the only fire not being watched."

"So, once he gets into Umbridge’s office," began George.

"You mean if he gets in," corrected Fred.

"He’ll get in, but he’ll need a diversion," said George thoughtfully.

"Something messy."

"And loud."

"And that will keep her occupied for a bit," agreed Fred. "No problem. We can manage something."

"Hey, isn’t that them by the fire?" said George, and they were off to where Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at a table by a window browsing through the various Ministry career pamphlets.

Ginny watched them go. She hoped they wouldn’t actually say anything to Harry about her saying he was considering McGonagall’s fire. He hadn’t actually said anything to anyone about it, but he had been thinking about it for a good bit now.

"Idiots," muttered Ginny, watching with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as Ron stretched . . .stretched . . .and missed the Quaffle by a full six feet. It soared neatly through the hoop and the Slytherins and Ravenclaws went wild.

"Ravenclaw scores!" bellowed Lee.

But Ginny wasn’t listening, not really, she was looking about for the Snitch, but she was also aware of Hagrid asking Harry and Hermione to follow him.

She didn’t have time to think about it, concentrating instead on the Ravenclaws, who were really very good. Her attention was brought back to Harry though when a stinging sensation on her arms caused her to swerve unintentionally.

Ginny focused on the playing field. Put him out of your head. Look, there goes Ron! Second save of the game! Excellent!

One more goals by the Ravenclaw Chasers, and Ginny still hadn’t caught so much as a glimpse of the Snitch. Cho was circling the pitch, a look of fierce concentration on her face. Ginny’s broom suddenly dropped about three feet, causing several people in the stands to squeal.

A giant? Hagrid went and brought back a giant? A giant, living in the Forbidden Forest?

The image of a large curving shoulder and a head the size of a boulder superimposed itself over her view of the Gryffindor Goal Posts, and she started when another cheer went up from the crowd.

Ginny wrenched her concentration back to the pitch. She was going to get herself seriously injured if this went on much longer, more to give her something to focus on than for any other reason, Ginny began marking Cho, flying just below and to one side of her. Doing so, she was only vaguely aware of the run in with the Centaurs, smiling slightly as the image of Bane was superimposed over Cho’s slim figure.

Twice more Gryffindor scored, brining the Gryffindor even. It was up to her. She stopped marking Cho, making a circuit of the pitch, putting all her concentration into finding the little golden ball."

Cho dove, suddenly, aiming for something gold that was glinting in the air near the stands. Ginny saw it and put on an extra burst of speed, lying flat on her handle, trying to cover half the distance of the pitch. But she needn’t have worried. The Ravenclaw Seeker was flying sluggishly, battling a cross breeze that was coming in off the lake and Ginny had the tail wind. She reached out a hand, snatching the Snitch from mid-air, and felt Cho’s fingernails scrabble at the back of her hand.

They’d won. Ron had saved nearly every goal and she, Ginny, had caught the Snitch! She couldn’t wait to see the look on Harry’s face.