Disclaimers: Don't own characters.
Author's Note: This was suppose to be a satire story for literature but in developed more into a parody.
The Yule Ball was coming up. The biggest event of the year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, except for maybe the Awards Banquet at the end of the year. The Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin Houses were all a buzz with excitement at the school's upcoming ball. All except one girl.
Fourteen-year-old Ginny Weasley wasn't looking forward to it at all. The young Gryffindor girl came from a rather large family, the youngest of seven children and the only daughter. Keeping all the children in clothes and school supplies, not to mention food, had left the Weasley's in monetary need. So something like a new dress robe wasn't at the top of the list. She did have a dress robe; it was a requirement for all fourth-year students. A hand-me down from one of her brothers. Magenta in color and altered by her mother to look feminine. The robe looked awful on her. It totally clashed with her flaming red hair.
"What am I going to do?" she complained to Hermione Granger, a fifth-year Gryffindor girl. "The Yule Ball's tonight, I don't have a date, and who would want to dance with a girl who looks like a clown?"
"Cheer up, Gin. Even Snape, Hogwarts most hated Professor has a date. True it's that creepy Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Sinnera, but it is still a date."
Ginny groaned in frustration, buried her face in her hands and didn't even bother looking up as Hermione left the room. "I wish-" Ginny started to say.
"Yes?" asked a melodious voice. "What do you wish?"
Ginny's head shot up. Standing before her was what looked like an overgrown fairy. She was wearing a blush pink hoop gown and had translucent wings. "Who are you?" the young witch demanded.
"Why your Fairy Godmother of course," spoke the strange lady.
"Fairy Godmother? In have no Fairy Godmother, I think my parents would have told me," Ginny said.
"Parents? Not a Stepmother?" –Ginny shook her head- "You're not Cinderella?"
Ginny shook her head again.
"Ohh," the fairy fumed. "The Fairy Transportation boys are going to hear about this." She pulled out an extravagant pink looking wand. With a flick of her wrist a portal appeared in front of her. Before stepping into the portal she glanced back at Ginny. "Departing gift for your trouble," she said and with a wave of her wand a beautiful green dress robe appeared on Ginny, then she stepped into the portal, which promptly closed behind her. Ginny could only stare.