(Instead of Harry, it's Ginevra Weasley who finds both the Skinsuit Warehouse and the Bellatrix Lestrange skin.)
Ginny had been miserable for weeks. One might be tempted to think that now with Voldemort and a large part of his Death Eaters off the streets, everything would be great. Well things weren't great, at least not to Ginny. During the final battle a lot of friends, both from school and from the Order of the phoenix died, including her beloved brother Fred.
And just as everyone was buried and Ginny resolved to move onward, somehow, anyhow, Harry told her that there would be no 'them' in the future. Sure he did this in a tactful manner, but it stilled hurt.
What hurt more was that he hooked up with Ginny's best friend (and Harry's long time female best friend) Hermione. She didn't resent Hermione for it. Hermione didn't 'steal' Harry, after all. How could she? Harry was no possession, but a person who could make his own decisions.
Ginny took the news rather well. As good as someone can take the news that the love of your life decided to go for your best friend/brother's recently ex-girlfriend. Ron took it harder. He was devastated for two weeks. After that he started to move on. Unlike Ginny.
Sure, she didn't blow up or break down. But she didn't get over it either. She should've seen it coming. Harry and Hermione were alone for some time, because Ron couldn't find them, after he left in a knee-jerk reaction. So the two of them could only depend on each other. Two friends for more than six years, no wonder they got... closer. Ginny knew she should've followed them, had actually planned to, but the attack on the wedding threw everything into chaos. So, she didn't follow them... him... Harry.
Ginny entered another store, not paying attention where she was going inside the large muggle mall she was visiting. She didn't feel the muggle-repelling charm and the strangely bleak inventory of the room she had entered. To be fair, she was deep in thought and all muggle stores looked similar to her anyway.
As she made her way through some corridor, Ginny's thoughts went further down her depressing way. She really didn't resent Hermione for her luck. Really, at all...
Who was she kidding? She HATED that Hermione was with Harry. She was immensely jealous that Hermione, the girl that knew everything and could do everything, got the one boy Ginny really wanted. She was angry that she herself went through bad relationships and annoying break-ups, while Hermione dated a Quidditch superstar, only to send him packing. Ginny worked so hard to stop herself from becoming flustered in Harry's presence. Ginny let go a loud, piercing scream, only to clamp her hands in front of her mouth. She couldn't believe she lost control like that, now everyone would be staring at her like she.... And finally she realized that there was nobody around, that she was all alone in a strange hallway. Along the wall were small cabinets with names above them.
'Fleur Weasley'
'Dean Thomas'
'John Dawlish'
On they went, every person Ginny knew seemed to have a cabinet, along with a lot of people Ginny didn't know. Curious, she opened the one with her name on it. There was a strange bodysuit, that looked and felt like it was made out of real skin. It possessed an eerie resemblance with herself. Ginny wondered whether these skins were meant to disguise someone. A muggle would never assume something like that, but the magical world was far less logical. Well, she couldn't change into herself, could she now? The idea that she could stop being herself wasn't just tempting right now, it was intoxicating.
Only question was: who to turn into?
Sat Jan 31 00:39:05 2015