It is not a sequel, or a remake. I just liked the idea of the Mmail format :-)
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I can't go out with you any more."
"What?" The red-haired witch looked stunned.
"Look, I like you a lot, but I'm not prepared to stand up to your brothers. Do you have any idea what they threatened to do to me? I want a normal girlfriend."
"But," Ginny started, "Dean..."
Dean shook his head. "Sorry," he muttered, turned on his heel, and ran away.
Ginny collapsed against a nearby wall. To say she was stunned was an understatement. She tried to work out how she felt. Dean had been a decent enough boyfriend. Not too bad in the kissing department, ok in the attention department, but not much else really.
She realised she wasn't too upset about losing a guy who wasn't willing to fight for her, but that was hardly the point. What she was upset about were the overbearing twits who called themselves relatives, who had interfered in her life, again. Again.
Her feelings of hurt were quickly replaced by anger as she regained her feet and started to stalk back to the Gryffindor common room. She entered to find it mostly deserted. As it was a Saturday, most of the House was out doing a multitude of different activities. Only Ron and Hermione were sitting together, pretending to study.
"What would you know about Dean?" Ginny asked her brother with an expression of innocence on her face.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked, looking a little shifty.
"A roommate of yours and my boyfriend. You wouldn't have been talking to him, would you?" She kept her deceptively sweet voice intact.
"Err, I might have mentioned that a few of us didn't think it was quite suitable for him to be finding cupboards for you two to snog in," Ron admitted.
Hermione looked at the two of them, then, showing the intelligence she was famed for, backed away very slowly, leaving them to it.
"And who gave you the right to decide whether or not it was suitable?"
"I'm your older brother - that gives me the right."
Ginny's voice lost even more of its volume, as she leaned in closer to her brother. "You and those overbearing prats have just lost me a perfectly good boyfriend. You are all going to pay for this, pay like you wouldn't believe."
Ron had an expression of fear on his face, as he realised just how close he was sitting to an extremely angry witch.
"I was planning on doing this at the end of term, but you have forced me to move my plans forward. I will have a new boyfriend shortly, my darling brother. I will be finding closets to kiss him in. I will even happily let him find out what is under these robes, and there will be nothing you can do about it. But that's only the start. It will be then that we, and I mean my new boyfriend and I, will start to get revenge on you, then the twins, then Percy, then Charlie, and finally Bill. Every one of you will pay." The witch didn't shout, didn't scream, she just looked into Ron's eyes with a fierce self-belief.
"No one will go out with you," Ron said smugly. "I've already put the word around that any one who dares will receive the full wrath of the six of us. I might not be that intimidating on my own, but with the others, the boys all understand."
Ginny looked deep into her brother's eyes, and slowly smiled. "I've been planning this for a long time, far longer than you can imagine."
Ron watched as his sister slowly walked away, as she did, she started to laugh. For some reason, the sinister laugh sent chills down his back.
"Ron," Hermione said quietly. "I love you, but you just made the biggest mistake of your life."
Ron looked at her, and grinned. "Nah, what can she do, she's just one girl against the lot of us. We always won when we were growing up." He shrugged, "She's just mad now, she'll get over it."
Hermione shook her head, "I don't think so, Ron. And when it happens, I'm not going to protect you."
Ron laughed loudly, "I'm not going to need protection."
To: The Weasley Boys
Just wanted to let you know that today's actions were a complete success. Whatever Fred and George said to Dean worked a treat, and our sister is back to being single.
To: The Boys
Subject: Re: Success
Congrats guys. Is the word out now?
-- Draconis dominium
To: Our ever-loving siblings
Subject: Re: Success
> Congrats guys. Is the word out now?
It sure is. No one is going to go near her. She is safe again.
-- Weasley's Wizard Wheezes – coming soon to Diagon Alley.
To: The Burrow
Cc: Dad's office
Hi Mum, Dad,
Well, it's finally happened. Fred and George had a word with Dean today, and scared him off. I know I said I would wait till I was sixteen before I put it into action, but they crossed the line today.
I found out that it was Ron that scared off Michael as well.
As a result, the Plan is going to go ahead, but I will need that letter I suggested.
Love you both,
Ginny – I got an A on my transfiguration homework.
To: My darling daughter
Subject: Re: Prats
Congratulations on getting an A. We are both proud of you.
Are you sure you want to go through with this, dear? I know you've been planning this for years, but are you sure it's the right time? And whom are you going to have help you?
Subject: Re: Prats
Yes, I am sure.
And as for the person, who else would I choose?
Subject: Re: Re: Prats
We'll write the letter when you want us to. Good luck, and please go easy on the boy, he won't know what's hit him.
-- The Ministry of Magic routinely monitors the content of Mmails sent and received via its network for the purposes of ensuring compliance with its policies and procedures. Employees must never send or store Mmails or attachments that acknowledge the return of 'He Who Must Not Be Named', or defame the name of Cornelius Fudge. Mmails of this nature sent in or out of the Ministry of Magic network may be intercepted and stopped by highly trained Aurors, and perpetrators will be sentenced to 10(ten) years in Azkaban. The Ministry of Magic is not responsible for any changes made to the message after it has been sent. Where opinions are expressed, they are not necessarily those of The Ministry of Magic, or Cornelius Fudge. This Mmail and any files transmitted with it are confidential and intended solely for the use of the individual or entity or being to whom they are addressed. If you are not the intended addressee, or the person or being responsible for delivering it to them, you may not copy, forward disclose or otherwise use it or any part of it in any way. To do so may be unlawful. If you receive this Mmail by mistake, please advise the sender immediately.
Ginny smiled as she received her last Mmail. With her parents on her side, she only needed one more person to get this going. The only problem she had now was how to convince him to help her. It would take a special sort of boy to be able to stand up to the combined pressure of 6 large and intimidating Weasley boys. There was only one person in the school who would have the guts, with the right motivation, to help her.
With a confidence she didn't truly feel, she walked out to the Quidditch pitch. Harry was there, as he always was when he wanted to relax. He was doing some loops and dives, not really practising, but more just having fun.
She watched him with a smile content to lean against the stand and indulge in some Harry watching, which was her favourite pastime.
Harry closed his eyes; the wind rushing through his hair and on his face was one of the greatest feelings of freedom he had.
He opened his eyes, and struggled not to grin as he spotted the distinctive red hair of the only female Weasley. He pulled to a stop, and floated down to meet her.
"Hey, Ginny," he grinned at her. He was always more relaxed after a good flight.
"Hi," she smiled at him, a little sadly.
"What's wrong?" he asked, instantly going into caring mode. He felt a lot closer to Ginny these days with Ron and Hermione finally dating. He