Second Time Around
Second Time Around Ginny Potter was sitting with her back to a concrete barrier, idly transfiguring bits of the ground around her into steel balls. She lined each one up carefully on the level surface above her head. Harry Potter was watching her with a gentle smile, admiring the graceful movements the twenty year old witch was making. His eyes wandered down her body, before fixing on her chest, enjoying the way the material of her Muggle t-shirt accentuated, then hid, her endowments. "What do you think it will be like?" Ginny asked casually. "Strange," Harry replied thoughtfully. "Very strange." "It will be good to see Mum and Dad again, and Bill, Charlie, and Fred." Harry smiled his agreement. "I can't say the same about the Dursleys." Ginny frowned, slight lines creasing the smooth skin of her forehead. "Will you be ok?" "Yeah. I'll be fine; it should only be for a couple of weeks, before Hagrid drops in. Besides, I've been learning these martial arts for a reason. I'll never be going back anyway." "Ready?" Ginny asked, as she finished her transfiguration. Harry nodded. "On three. One! Two! Three!" They both jumped to their feet and spun 180 degrees. Harry pointed with both his fists, white bolts of light and energy burst from them, like a Muggle laser gun, killing anyone unlucky enough to be caught by one of the bolts. Ginny, her wand in her right hand, Harry's in her left, wordlessly cast the same spell over and over again. The steel balls she had created went from a standing start to travelling at 300ft a second in a quarter of an inch.
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