uthors note: This is my second story! Woohoo! I'm going to try to update
the other one, but for now you can enjoy this one! Expect a lot of twists
and turns! Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, I probably don't own!!
Enjoy.....
Live Life, or Die Trying
Chapter 1
Ginny twisted and turned in her sleep. She was having one of her usual nightmares.
It was cold. She felt like she was drowning in a pool of ice. Her hands were pale, and she could just barely see. Her vision was blurred, but she heard screaming. Suddenly she felt warm blood on her arms and legs. She knelt down on her hands and knees, trying desperately to see who was bleeding.
Panic was everywhere. People were screaming, and rushing past her.
"Turn back! Turn back!" They yelled at Ginny.
"But I can't see where I'm going!" Ginny cried out in frustration.
Suddenly she bumped into a body. She felt around to see who it was. She felt bushy hair, and she knew at once it was her long time friend Hermione.
"Are you alright?" Ginny screamed once more. No one answered.
She continued crawling. Shaking as she went, she bumped into someone else, and instantly saw red hair.
"Ron, Ron, help me I can't see! We have to get out of here!" She tugged on his body, but he was limp and cold as well. She started crying hysterically.
She heard a raspy voice, calling out to her.
"Ginny, Ginny. You must get away. You must get out of here. You're weak, and can't handle the monster."
Through her blurred vision, all she could see were a pair of glasses, piercing green eyes, and a deep scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.
"Harry, help me! We have to get the others out of here!" She shook his body violently.
"No Ginny. Nobody wants to save you. You're just a meek mouse that nobody sees. Nobody will hear you. Nobody will listen!" Harry went limp.
"Harry!" Ginny screamed. She cried.
The screaming around her stopped. And that's when her own screaming began. But nobody answered, and nobody listened. She was surrounded by darkness. And she felt like she was falling.
"Ginny, Ginny dear! Wake up!" Mrs. Weasley was frantic. Her daughter was screaming, and crying. She was extremely cold, and was wet with perspiration.
"Oh, Mum! It was awful. They all left me, and I got lost, I couldn't see." Ginny was crying. She cried even louder as her mum rocked her back and forth.
"It's okay dear. No one's going to hurt you. You're safe. That's it dear, let it all out." She dried a tear from her daughters face.
"Mum, it was awful. It was if I..." Ginny then drifted back to sleep.
"That's it dear. Go back to sleep." Ginny's mother lifter the sheets and tucked the around Ginny. She silently kissed her daughter on the cheek, and with a worried look on her face she left the room.
It was a beautiful day in the Weasley house. The sun shined through the windows, as coffee brewed itself in the coffee pot. But don't go imagining the house quiet and peaceful, no the Weasley house was anything but that.
Four children scampered around the house, making sure they had packed everything for their yearly trip, to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron Weasley, the sixth boy in the family ran around franticly looking for his Prefect badge.
Ginny was not excited about going back to school. It would be her 6th year. She did not have very many friends, and she often let people step all over her. She did not realize when this had happened to her. Probably sometime around when she was in her 2nd year, and had been captured, and used by Lord Voldemort to hurt, and scare innocent people. After her infamous friend Harry Potter had saved her, she kept her life on a social down key.
Often (almost every summer) she vowed she would change things. She told herself things would be different, and that she would be the most popular person in her year. But things never changed. And the second Ginny stepped on the Hogwarts Express, she became the weak, timid, shy, little Ginny that everyone knew.
"I wish I could change things." Ginny whispered, with a deep sigh as she packed the last of her clothing and spell books into her trunk. She lifted her old tattered wand, and carefully stuck it in her pocket.
Ginny sat down at her mirror and took a long look at herself.
She was just the same. Long, red hair that came just past her shoulders, a small splash of freckles that dotted across her nose and cheeks. She always stayed the same.
"Maybe I should try something different," Ginny thought to herself.
She pulled half of her sleek, shiny hair back into a braid. She barely brushed her cheeks with some blush, and dabbed her lips with a tiny lip-gloss.
"Well, I guess this is as good as it's going to get." Ginny sighed once again. She was still not pleased with what she saw.
She took her hair down, mumbling to herself why she thought that anything would change this year. She brushed it back away from her face with her fingers, and walked down the stairs carrying her trunk, and her owl named Jasmine.
"Ginny dear, hurry, or will just have to skip our trip to Diagon Ally." Her mother called her from the living room.
"Coming mum. If this trunk wasn't so bloody heavy..." Ginny pulled, frustrated.
"Come on Gin, I'm gonna miss Hermione and Harry." Ron yelled as well.
Ginny finally made it to the last step and rushed towards the living room.
"I'm here let's go." Ginny rolled her eyes.
She watched as her brothers, and mum stepped into the old fireplace and used floo powder to get to Diagon Ally. After her mother, and Fred, and George were gone, just she, Ron, and her father were left.
"You go first love." Ginny's dad stated.
Ginny despised using floo powder. But no matter how much she pleaded, her parents insisted that they use it every year.
She held her breath, and puffed out her cheeks as she reached for the floo powder. She was just about to throw it down to the ground when her brother said something.
"Ha, Ginny you look like Harry's cousin! What was his name? Something Dursleys?" Ron stated, giggling his unusual giggle.
"The Dursleys?" Ginny stated thoroughly confused. The she accidentally dropped her floo powder to the floor.
"Shoot!" Ginny stated flatly as she tried to pick up the residents of the powder.
Then green flames engulfed her, and she was spinning.
This was going to be an interesting start to the year.
uthors note: Hehe!! Like it so far? Okay, just because this is a romance, does not mean that it's going to be a short fluffy story! It will last way into the school year! And please no flames! I'm just a beginner! BUT PLEASE R&R!!! thanks and don't forget to read my other story!
Live Life, or Die Trying
Chapter 1
Ginny twisted and turned in her sleep. She was having one of her usual nightmares.
It was cold. She felt like she was drowning in a pool of ice. Her hands were pale, and she could just barely see. Her vision was blurred, but she heard screaming. Suddenly she felt warm blood on her arms and legs. She knelt down on her hands and knees, trying desperately to see who was bleeding.
Panic was everywhere. People were screaming, and rushing past her.
"Turn back! Turn back!" They yelled at Ginny.
"But I can't see where I'm going!" Ginny cried out in frustration.
Suddenly she bumped into a body. She felt around to see who it was. She felt bushy hair, and she knew at once it was her long time friend Hermione.
"Are you alright?" Ginny screamed once more. No one answered.
She continued crawling. Shaking as she went, she bumped into someone else, and instantly saw red hair.
"Ron, Ron, help me I can't see! We have to get out of here!" She tugged on his body, but he was limp and cold as well. She started crying hysterically.
She heard a raspy voice, calling out to her.
"Ginny, Ginny. You must get away. You must get out of here. You're weak, and can't handle the monster."
Through her blurred vision, all she could see were a pair of glasses, piercing green eyes, and a deep scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.
"Harry, help me! We have to get the others out of here!" She shook his body violently.
"No Ginny. Nobody wants to save you. You're just a meek mouse that nobody sees. Nobody will hear you. Nobody will listen!" Harry went limp.
"Harry!" Ginny screamed. She cried.
The screaming around her stopped. And that's when her own screaming began. But nobody answered, and nobody listened. She was surrounded by darkness. And she felt like she was falling.
"Ginny, Ginny dear! Wake up!" Mrs. Weasley was frantic. Her daughter was screaming, and crying. She was extremely cold, and was wet with perspiration.
"Oh, Mum! It was awful. They all left me, and I got lost, I couldn't see." Ginny was crying. She cried even louder as her mum rocked her back and forth.
"It's okay dear. No one's going to hurt you. You're safe. That's it dear, let it all out." She dried a tear from her daughters face.
"Mum, it was awful. It was if I..." Ginny then drifted back to sleep.
"That's it dear. Go back to sleep." Ginny's mother lifter the sheets and tucked the around Ginny. She silently kissed her daughter on the cheek, and with a worried look on her face she left the room.
It was a beautiful day in the Weasley house. The sun shined through the windows, as coffee brewed itself in the coffee pot. But don't go imagining the house quiet and peaceful, no the Weasley house was anything but that.
Four children scampered around the house, making sure they had packed everything for their yearly trip, to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ron Weasley, the sixth boy in the family ran around franticly looking for his Prefect badge.
Ginny was not excited about going back to school. It would be her 6th year. She did not have very many friends, and she often let people step all over her. She did not realize when this had happened to her. Probably sometime around when she was in her 2nd year, and had been captured, and used by Lord Voldemort to hurt, and scare innocent people. After her infamous friend Harry Potter had saved her, she kept her life on a social down key.
Often (almost every summer) she vowed she would change things. She told herself things would be different, and that she would be the most popular person in her year. But things never changed. And the second Ginny stepped on the Hogwarts Express, she became the weak, timid, shy, little Ginny that everyone knew.
"I wish I could change things." Ginny whispered, with a deep sigh as she packed the last of her clothing and spell books into her trunk. She lifted her old tattered wand, and carefully stuck it in her pocket.
Ginny sat down at her mirror and took a long look at herself.
She was just the same. Long, red hair that came just past her shoulders, a small splash of freckles that dotted across her nose and cheeks. She always stayed the same.
"Maybe I should try something different," Ginny thought to herself.
She pulled half of her sleek, shiny hair back into a braid. She barely brushed her cheeks with some blush, and dabbed her lips with a tiny lip-gloss.
"Well, I guess this is as good as it's going to get." Ginny sighed once again. She was still not pleased with what she saw.
She took her hair down, mumbling to herself why she thought that anything would change this year. She brushed it back away from her face with her fingers, and walked down the stairs carrying her trunk, and her owl named Jasmine.
"Ginny dear, hurry, or will just have to skip our trip to Diagon Ally." Her mother called her from the living room.
"Coming mum. If this trunk wasn't so bloody heavy..." Ginny pulled, frustrated.
"Come on Gin, I'm gonna miss Hermione and Harry." Ron yelled as well.
Ginny finally made it to the last step and rushed towards the living room.
"I'm here let's go." Ginny rolled her eyes.
She watched as her brothers, and mum stepped into the old fireplace and used floo powder to get to Diagon Ally. After her mother, and Fred, and George were gone, just she, Ron, and her father were left.
"You go first love." Ginny's dad stated.
Ginny despised using floo powder. But no matter how much she pleaded, her parents insisted that they use it every year.
She held her breath, and puffed out her cheeks as she reached for the floo powder. She was just about to throw it down to the ground when her brother said something.
"Ha, Ginny you look like Harry's cousin! What was his name? Something Dursleys?" Ron stated, giggling his unusual giggle.
"The Dursleys?" Ginny stated thoroughly confused. The she accidentally dropped her floo powder to the floor.
"Shoot!" Ginny stated flatly as she tried to pick up the residents of the powder.
Then green flames engulfed her, and she was spinning.
This was going to be an interesting start to the year.
uthors note: Hehe!! Like it so far? Okay, just because this is a romance, does not mean that it's going to be a short fluffy story! It will last way into the school year! And please no flames! I'm just a beginner! BUT PLEASE R&R!!! thanks and don't forget to read my other story!