Disclaimers: Feh. Hn. And wet noodles.
I'd been correct, Arthur did know what his wife was hiding, but it was obvious he was not going to tell me. Let's see... who else might know...
"Professor Snape?" I frown and turn towards the small voice just above and to the left of me and spot the youngest of the Weasley clan peering down at me from the banister.
"What is it Weasley?" I ask, glowering at her in an attempt to make her hurry up about what she had to say. It's a wasted effort though, Ginny Weasley certainly wasn't one to back down from a mere Potion's Professor, no matter what ugly looks he gave her.
"I know about your fiancé you know. So try and be a little nicer and I'll tell you." the nerve of this child...
"Oh you do, do you? And what, pray tell, could a child such as yourself know about my fiancé?"
"Well, I know what Mum and Dad aren't telling you," she answers, mimicking my condescending tone almost exactly. I must say, I'm rather impressed.
"Then why don't you share it with me?"
"Then why don't you try and be a little nicer to us 'children'?" she replies just as quick as before. She certainly is haughty, this one. After a moment of glaring at each other she rolls her eyes and turns her back to me, instead leaning on the railing so all I see is the curtain of signature Weasley curls that hangs down her back.
"Mum says a lot of things about Evelina to me, but most of them I bet you know already, so I'll tell you the one Mum didn't want to tell anyone, because then the Dark Lord might find out and get angry with you." I listen in silence, curious as to what could make the Dark Lord angry with me that he hadn't already punished me for.
"I can't tell you EXACTLY what Mum said, but here's a hint: Horatia Evelina Snape."
And then she was gone.
One of my more favorable castings of Ginny. Alright, last chapter until I get at least four reviews saying I should continue this, because I'm not entirely sure I like this story.