Post by Doc on Feb 3, 2007 6:35:27 GMT -5
This one's all Jessy's fault. Ginny Weaseley.
Ginny was normal. Well, normal for school aged girl attending the greatest school for witchcraft and wizardry around. The point was, nothing ever happened to her, unless it put her in danger and she had to be saved (admittedly, though, she didn’t mind when it was Harry doing the rescuing). But she wasn’t the hero. She wasn’t even a side kick.
Which was why the happenings of that summer completely blew her away.
It all began as they left the station after arriving on the Hogwarts Express. The odd man who had run into her, not even stopping to apologize or help her. Ron had some choice words for him as they picked up her stuff.
She hadn’t even noticed the additional case until she got home. It was small and square and silver, rather unobtrusive. Within was an odd wrist device, muggle in design, she guessed. She’d intended on showing her dad the next morning, but the event of that night, with an odd tapping on the window, convinced her something else was afoot, and she needed some different help.
A mechanical bee wanting to come into your room was not something you normally expected.
She should have gone to Harry, or Hermione. If it was muggle technology, they’d know about it. That’s where she should have gone.
Instead, she went to George and Fred. They’d thought her crazy at first.
“I think our poor Ginny’s finally lost the plot,” Fred had said.
“It’s all Malfoy’s fault I’m sure,” George had agreed. They would have gone on and on had the mechanical bee not shown up and landed nicely on the bracer in Ginny hands. “Great Merlin, I’m seeing things.”
“What is it?” Fred had asked.
“It looks like a mechanical bee doesn’t it?” Ginny had said smugly, putting the bracelet thing on her wrist. Kind of off kilter, she thought, straightening the bee. The bracelet gave a small click.
“HENSHIN!” Odd, bulky armour spread over Ginny’s body. The twins looked at her in shock. Ginny wasn’t doing much better.
“I think I’m going to faint,” Ginny muttered.
“Don’t do that!”
“It’d be awfully uncomfortable,” Ginny glared at them through the visor.
“I’m glad you find it amusing,” she growled, looking at the bee on her wrist. Maybe it had an off button…
“The wings look like they flip…” Ginny said, flipping the wings forward. To her shock, sections of the armour expanded out. “Wh-what now?”
By this point, the Zecter was getting impatient. It realized it’s new chosen was unfamiliar with this level of technology. It decided to show off by swinging itself around. “CAST OFF!” Fred and George dove for the ground as armour flew everywhere. “CHANGE WASP!” The twins looked up at their little sister, now in slightly more stream lined, more bee like armour. They looked at each other then back at Ginny.
“How do I get out of this thing?” Ginny demanded.
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One week later
After a week of experimenting and getting stuck, Ginny though she’d finally figured it all out. Then she found something new.
It was completely by accident. Her brothers were helping her test the armours magic resistance (fairly high, apparently. She barely felt the Stupefy jinxes) when her arm accidentally hit the sliders on the side of the belt.
'CLOCK UP!'
And everything froze.
Ginny watched as the lights that represented the Stupify’s cast by her brother’s grind to a halt. Ginny walked up to her brothers, waving a hand in there faces.
Nothing.
Ginny thought a moment. All the years of being a victim to Fred and Georges pranks began to boil over as Ginny looked at her brothers. Frozen. Helpless...
'CLOCK OVER!'
Fred fell over, his pants around his ankles. He landed on a blind folded george, tied in his own shirt. Ginny smiled at them from the far side of the field before heading home.
Revenge truly was a dish best served cold.
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Months later
Diagon Alley
Ginny looked around glumly as they bought her books for school. She looked at one of the upper windows of the book store where her ‘little friend’ hovered unseen. George and Fred had agreed with her that it was muggle technology of some type. Which meant she’d be without it at Hogwarts, where such things didn’t work, and she hadn’t had a chance to show Harry and Hermione yet…
Suddenly her little friend started tapping on the window wildly. There was screaming from the street as people ran past. Ginny moved outside quickly seeing a group of odd, green things with large yellow claws. “What on earth…?” she began, as her little bee shaped companion attacked the things before attaching to her wrist bracer. “Well, so much for a secret,” she whispered as she twisted it into place. “Henshin!”
“HENSHIN!” She ran forward as her armour appeared, throwing wild, untrained, yet powerful punches, sending the things flying. But she knew she couldn’t do much. And these things seemed as resistant against magic as she did. So what did that leave?
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“Hajime!”
“Amane-chan, follow the crowd. I’ll find you later.”
“But…”
“Go!” He knew she’d need him. His little Amane-chan. Knew she’d get in trouble if he let her go off by herself to some foreign country. He hadn’t expected these…creatures, or what looked like a new kind of Kamen Rider. She didn’t feel the same, or even look like…
“Cast Off!”
“CAST OFF! CHANGE WASP!”
Okay, that looked a little more like the Riders he was used to. Except for the lack of cards or the missing feeling of Undead. Where did that put her then?
Did it really matter? There were a lot of these…creatures. And she was untrained. They’d get past her. To Amane-chan.
That was not happening, he thought, as he brought the Change Ace in front of him. Around his waist appeared a belt with a heart shaped buckled with a slot down it so he could swipe the card through it.
“Henshin.”
'CHANGE!'
To say the arrival of the new, black armoured figure wielding a duel bladed sword firing blasts of energy was an understatement. His technique seemd, to her, flwless, only equalled by the raw, unbridled power that the new arrival wielded.
It scared the heck out of Ginny, to be brutally honest. Watching him erase the things that had attacked without mercy was…incredible. Within seconds he had stopped, and looked at her.
“You are a Kamen Rider?” He asked.
“Kamen…Rider?” Ginny repeated. “I’m…not sure. I found…” a scream echoed from ahead of them followed by two young male voices. "Oh no. Harry! Hermione! Ron!” Her hand reached for her belt, flicking the sliders. “Clock Up!”
“CLOCK UP!” To Hajime’s eyes, she vanished, but he could guess where he’d find her. He ran in the direction of the voices, thinking about this untrained, unprepared and quite honestly clueless girl who had somehow become a Rider. Was it blind luck that had landed her in this, or fate? Or something else entirely. All of the above more than likely. Still, she was a brave spirit. Almost reminding him of Kenzaki, Karmen Rider Blade, who had given up his humanity so that Hajime could live unsealed.
He was unable to help Kenzaki, but perhaps he could repay that debt through this girl.
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“CLOCK OVER!”
Ginny appeared in the alley to find Ron, Harry and Hermione facing…themselves. Behind one trio stood Voldemort, sneering victoriously.
“Now is the end of the great Harry Potter,” he said as the trio in front of him transformed into three insect like creatures. “And the beginning of my dark rule.”
“Not bloody likely,” Ginny said, running between the creatures and her brother and his friends.
“And who are you?” Voldemort spat.
“I’m a Weasley,” Ginny said. “And we take care of our own.”
“Weasley?”
“Ginny?” Ron gasped, recognising the voice.
“Harry, you saved my life in my first year. Ron, you’ve always protected me,” Ginny said. “It’s my turn to save you guys, now,” with the she charged forward, trading bone shattering blows with the three creatures. The fight looked unfairly against Ginny, until Hajime got involved, grabbing two fo the creatures from behind, slashing at them with his Chalice Arrow. The creatures spat some sort of acid projectiles at him. He quickly reached into the case at his side, pulling out a card and swiping it down his buckle.
“REFLECT!” A shimmering field surrounded him, sending the projectiles back at the creatures. Three more cards came out. “TORNADO! DRILL! FLOAT! SPINNING DANCE!” Hajime launched into the air, spinning as he flew towards them like a drill, destroying both in a single blow, landing on his feet with ease. He turned to see how the other rider was doing.
Ginny pulled her wrist, with the bee thing mounted on the bracelet, in front of her body. There was one button she hadn’t tried. One thing, she didn’t know what it did.
Now seemed like a good idea to find out, she thought, pressing the button.
“RIDER STING!” Energy crackled down the spike, glowing with deadly power. Ginny ran forward, driving the lgowing spike into the creature with asmuch force as she could muster. Her follow through brought her behind the thing as it exploded, leaving a green smoke behind. She looked around for Voldemort, but the Dark Lord had vanished.
“Ginny?” Ron said. Ginny looked at him as the bee flew off, her armour disappearing.
“I guess I have some explaining to do,” she said. Hajime snorted as his own Rider Form vanished. That was an understatement if ever he heard one.
Ginny was normal. Well, normal for school aged girl attending the greatest school for witchcraft and wizardry around. The point was, nothing ever happened to her, unless it put her in danger and she had to be saved (admittedly, though, she didn’t mind when it was Harry doing the rescuing). But she wasn’t the hero. She wasn’t even a side kick.
Which was why the happenings of that summer completely blew her away.
It all began as they left the station after arriving on the Hogwarts Express. The odd man who had run into her, not even stopping to apologize or help her. Ron had some choice words for him as they picked up her stuff.
She hadn’t even noticed the additional case until she got home. It was small and square and silver, rather unobtrusive. Within was an odd wrist device, muggle in design, she guessed. She’d intended on showing her dad the next morning, but the event of that night, with an odd tapping on the window, convinced her something else was afoot, and she needed some different help.
A mechanical bee wanting to come into your room was not something you normally expected.
She should have gone to Harry, or Hermione. If it was muggle technology, they’d know about it. That’s where she should have gone.
Instead, she went to George and Fred. They’d thought her crazy at first.
“I think our poor Ginny’s finally lost the plot,” Fred had said.
“It’s all Malfoy’s fault I’m sure,” George had agreed. They would have gone on and on had the mechanical bee not shown up and landed nicely on the bracer in Ginny hands. “Great Merlin, I’m seeing things.”
“What is it?” Fred had asked.
“It looks like a mechanical bee doesn’t it?” Ginny had said smugly, putting the bracelet thing on her wrist. Kind of off kilter, she thought, straightening the bee. The bracelet gave a small click.
“HENSHIN!” Odd, bulky armour spread over Ginny’s body. The twins looked at her in shock. Ginny wasn’t doing much better.
“I think I’m going to faint,” Ginny muttered.
“Don’t do that!”
“It’d be awfully uncomfortable,” Ginny glared at them through the visor.
“I’m glad you find it amusing,” she growled, looking at the bee on her wrist. Maybe it had an off button…
“The wings look like they flip…” Ginny said, flipping the wings forward. To her shock, sections of the armour expanded out. “Wh-what now?”
By this point, the Zecter was getting impatient. It realized it’s new chosen was unfamiliar with this level of technology. It decided to show off by swinging itself around. “CAST OFF!” Fred and George dove for the ground as armour flew everywhere. “CHANGE WASP!” The twins looked up at their little sister, now in slightly more stream lined, more bee like armour. They looked at each other then back at Ginny.
“How do I get out of this thing?” Ginny demanded.
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One week later
After a week of experimenting and getting stuck, Ginny though she’d finally figured it all out. Then she found something new.
It was completely by accident. Her brothers were helping her test the armours magic resistance (fairly high, apparently. She barely felt the Stupefy jinxes) when her arm accidentally hit the sliders on the side of the belt.
'CLOCK UP!'
And everything froze.
Ginny watched as the lights that represented the Stupify’s cast by her brother’s grind to a halt. Ginny walked up to her brothers, waving a hand in there faces.
Nothing.
Ginny thought a moment. All the years of being a victim to Fred and Georges pranks began to boil over as Ginny looked at her brothers. Frozen. Helpless...
'CLOCK OVER!'
Fred fell over, his pants around his ankles. He landed on a blind folded george, tied in his own shirt. Ginny smiled at them from the far side of the field before heading home.
Revenge truly was a dish best served cold.
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Months later
Diagon Alley
Ginny looked around glumly as they bought her books for school. She looked at one of the upper windows of the book store where her ‘little friend’ hovered unseen. George and Fred had agreed with her that it was muggle technology of some type. Which meant she’d be without it at Hogwarts, where such things didn’t work, and she hadn’t had a chance to show Harry and Hermione yet…
Suddenly her little friend started tapping on the window wildly. There was screaming from the street as people ran past. Ginny moved outside quickly seeing a group of odd, green things with large yellow claws. “What on earth…?” she began, as her little bee shaped companion attacked the things before attaching to her wrist bracer. “Well, so much for a secret,” she whispered as she twisted it into place. “Henshin!”
“HENSHIN!” She ran forward as her armour appeared, throwing wild, untrained, yet powerful punches, sending the things flying. But she knew she couldn’t do much. And these things seemed as resistant against magic as she did. So what did that leave?
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“Hajime!”
“Amane-chan, follow the crowd. I’ll find you later.”
“But…”
“Go!” He knew she’d need him. His little Amane-chan. Knew she’d get in trouble if he let her go off by herself to some foreign country. He hadn’t expected these…creatures, or what looked like a new kind of Kamen Rider. She didn’t feel the same, or even look like…
“Cast Off!”
“CAST OFF! CHANGE WASP!”
Okay, that looked a little more like the Riders he was used to. Except for the lack of cards or the missing feeling of Undead. Where did that put her then?
Did it really matter? There were a lot of these…creatures. And she was untrained. They’d get past her. To Amane-chan.
That was not happening, he thought, as he brought the Change Ace in front of him. Around his waist appeared a belt with a heart shaped buckled with a slot down it so he could swipe the card through it.
“Henshin.”
'CHANGE!'
To say the arrival of the new, black armoured figure wielding a duel bladed sword firing blasts of energy was an understatement. His technique seemd, to her, flwless, only equalled by the raw, unbridled power that the new arrival wielded.
It scared the heck out of Ginny, to be brutally honest. Watching him erase the things that had attacked without mercy was…incredible. Within seconds he had stopped, and looked at her.
“You are a Kamen Rider?” He asked.
“Kamen…Rider?” Ginny repeated. “I’m…not sure. I found…” a scream echoed from ahead of them followed by two young male voices. "Oh no. Harry! Hermione! Ron!” Her hand reached for her belt, flicking the sliders. “Clock Up!”
“CLOCK UP!” To Hajime’s eyes, she vanished, but he could guess where he’d find her. He ran in the direction of the voices, thinking about this untrained, unprepared and quite honestly clueless girl who had somehow become a Rider. Was it blind luck that had landed her in this, or fate? Or something else entirely. All of the above more than likely. Still, she was a brave spirit. Almost reminding him of Kenzaki, Karmen Rider Blade, who had given up his humanity so that Hajime could live unsealed.
He was unable to help Kenzaki, but perhaps he could repay that debt through this girl.
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“CLOCK OVER!”
Ginny appeared in the alley to find Ron, Harry and Hermione facing…themselves. Behind one trio stood Voldemort, sneering victoriously.
“Now is the end of the great Harry Potter,” he said as the trio in front of him transformed into three insect like creatures. “And the beginning of my dark rule.”
“Not bloody likely,” Ginny said, running between the creatures and her brother and his friends.
“And who are you?” Voldemort spat.
“I’m a Weasley,” Ginny said. “And we take care of our own.”
“Weasley?”
“Ginny?” Ron gasped, recognising the voice.
“Harry, you saved my life in my first year. Ron, you’ve always protected me,” Ginny said. “It’s my turn to save you guys, now,” with the she charged forward, trading bone shattering blows with the three creatures. The fight looked unfairly against Ginny, until Hajime got involved, grabbing two fo the creatures from behind, slashing at them with his Chalice Arrow. The creatures spat some sort of acid projectiles at him. He quickly reached into the case at his side, pulling out a card and swiping it down his buckle.
“REFLECT!” A shimmering field surrounded him, sending the projectiles back at the creatures. Three more cards came out. “TORNADO! DRILL! FLOAT! SPINNING DANCE!” Hajime launched into the air, spinning as he flew towards them like a drill, destroying both in a single blow, landing on his feet with ease. He turned to see how the other rider was doing.
Ginny pulled her wrist, with the bee thing mounted on the bracelet, in front of her body. There was one button she hadn’t tried. One thing, she didn’t know what it did.
Now seemed like a good idea to find out, she thought, pressing the button.
“RIDER STING!” Energy crackled down the spike, glowing with deadly power. Ginny ran forward, driving the lgowing spike into the creature with asmuch force as she could muster. Her follow through brought her behind the thing as it exploded, leaving a green smoke behind. She looked around for Voldemort, but the Dark Lord had vanished.
“Ginny?” Ron said. Ginny looked at him as the bee flew off, her armour disappearing.
“I guess I have some explaining to do,” she said. Hajime snorted as his own Rider Form vanished. That was an understatement if ever he heard one.