Stuck in the Middle of Nowhere With You
Disclaimers: I don't Harry Potter (tho I really honestly wish I owned Draco...) and am simply borrowing the characters for a bit to act out my plot. I'd really appriciate it if you left me a review, but you don't have to if you don't want. This is my very first fanfiction so I hope you like it!
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Stuck in the Middle of Nowhere With You
Chapter 1
by: Silver_Lady
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Ginny Weasley sat alone, curled up inside a hollow tree. This tree looked normal to anyone from the out side, but when she had been running she had tripped and discovered a moss covered opening on one of the sides. She was cold, hungry and scared. It was eerily quiet in the surrounding forest, but just last night it had been alive with sounds of terror and pain. Tortured screams filled the air, everyone running in all directions trying to escape-trying to survive.
It had happened just as dinner was finishing for the evening. Dumbledor had been called away for the evening on important business with the Wizards Council so Professor McGonagall had been supervising them. All of a sudden, a small trembling 2nd year burst into the great hall screaming at the top of his lungs. He had been standing outside in the main hall looking out the window when he saw a large black mass moving towards the castle, it took him a few moment to realize exactly what they were-deatheaters.
The invasion on Hogwarts had come at last and Dumbledor, there only hope, was nowhere to be found. Their heads of house had lead them down into the dungeons and through secret passages no one had ever seen before, until they finally came to a stop inside an empty room. Professor Flitwick rushed to the opposite end of the chamber and began to mutter a series of complex charms until a door appeared.
The students were rushed down the passage behind the doors crying out for their friends. Ginny had been seperated from Ron, Harry and Hermione by the crowd and she could no longer see them. She started going into fits of sobs, she was all by herself and felt as if she would surely die. There was a trap door in the roof of the passage and it was pushed open. They were in the middle of the forest on the otherside of Hogwarts, not the forbidden one but one that was further away. Student never came here because it was to far off school boundries, and the fact that it was rumered that a powerful sorceress lived within.
Aparently their move was anticipated because as soon as eveyone was out they were ambushed by about a hundred people in long black cloaks and masks. The Professors were trying to fight them off to give the students time to escape into the forest, but they were horribly out numbered. Sprout fell within the first five minutes and Vector was not far behind. They were dropping like flies and already the Deatheaters were breaking free and chasing after the children running and hiding in the forest.
When they were caught they were tortured and bound with ropes and gags to keep them from escaping again. Several bold students tried to fight back. Jinxes and hexes were whizzing through the air, some missdirected ones making bark fly off the trees around them. This attempt was also thwarted, the students were no match in power with fully certified wizards and witches.Ginny was flat out running, jumping over fallen logs and boulders. She could hear at least four of them behind her so she broke away from the group she was with. She was exausted now, panting from the effort to keep moving.
Fire and smoke filled the air as the forest caught fire, the flickering red and yellow lights making the forest seem alive with movement that wasn't really there. Shadows crept across the ground towards her.stretching out their arms to claw at her . Her sobs were uncontrollable now, she was choking on tears and inhalling smoke and soot in alarming amounts. She couldn't go on, she had to rest. She heard shouting from behind her, and a high cruel laugh that made her shudder.
Looking back over her shoulder she didn't seen the vine in her path and tripped. The air rushed from her lungs and she saw black spots before her eyes, swirling around her head making her dizzy. Her whole body ached and she registered dimly that her leg was bleeding rather badly. She needed to find somewhere to hide, but where? She was up on her feet once more, the voices sounded closer than ever. She stumbled again, but this time she fell into a tree and suprisingly, kept on going. She was to tired to move anymore, her body throbbed with pain and exaustion.
The voices were right beside her now, furious that they had lost their target. Orders were issued to go after others, to bring them back to the castle or if they were stuggling just to kill them. Ginny was horrified. How many of her friends were going to be slaughtered? How many would never see another quidditch game, or another sunrise?How many wouldn't get to see Hagrids big goofy smile, McGonagall's slightly disproving looks or Dumbledor's twinkling blue eyes? How many would be dead before tonight was over? She soon passed out, her dreams filled with the panic-stricken faces she had seen running, or the brave ones who had stood and faught-just as she should have done.
Now it was the day after, and she was still in shock over what happened. So many children. So many defensless children were tortured and killed, with little hope of defending themselves. She strated to cry silently in helplessness and rage, her eyes still red and puffy from the night before. Her hair was tangled and matted with leaves and sticks, dirt was smugged across her face. She stiffened when she thought she heard someone step on a branch outside. She would wait another day to be safe.
She didn't really know how long she sat there, singing softly to herself and driffting in and out of nightmare filled sleep. Her stomach was cramped with her need of food and the ground hurt to lay on because it was covered in roots and bumps. Finally she decided she really didn't care if she was captured and crawled slowly out from her place of hiding. Looking around herself she saw charred trees and bush here and there. There was no movement except that of the wind moaning over the loses it had witnessed.
Ginny walked on, hours and hours seemed to pass and she only stopped twice for water. She managed to scrounge up a few berries and roots she could eat, but they had just barely passified her empty stomach. She earased her foot prints with a semi-large pine bough so noone could follow them to her. She had no idea where she was going, all she knew was she wanted as much distance between herself and the castle as possibe. She continuously stubbled becuase of her injures, but she always got back up. It was getting darker now, the full moons glow casting over her from above. It was about time she started looking for shelter, and it was very unexpected when she found what she did. She only got a glimps of it because she tripped and went through a dense growth of trees of the path.
It was a small cottage. The cottage had a thatched roof and only two small windows that she could see. There was a small pond a little off to the side, a little rusted pail with holes sat beside it. The garden (at least thats what she thoiught it was) was overgrown with wild weeds and looked like it needed desperate attention. All in all it looked like it had been unoccupied for many years, devoid of human life. Slowly grinning Ginny went up to the front door and forced it open. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. The place was filthy !!! There was one table in the middle of the main room with two chairs and they were covered in dust and grime, the hearth for the fire was literally black with soot and ash, the floor was strewn with leaves and dirt, the mantle was dustly, the small counter built into the wall had twigs all over it and the cupboard above it had it's door hanging off. Slightly discouraged she made her way to a door beside the blackened fireplace.
The second smaller room was no better. There was another window in here, except it was so caked with filth that it looked like there was no light outside. This apparently was the sleeping room, because it had a double bed. It looked almost uninhabitable. The sheets were worn and thread-bear, the mattress was browning and damp and the dressing table opposite the bed had a cracked mirror. She grimaced and decided she would sleep on the floor that night, as there was no way in hell she'd sleep on that.
She would get started on the cleaning tommorow she thought as she driffed off to sleep on the floor, her arms wraped around her for the meager warmth they provided. Through the night Ginny woke up frequently, scared she saw a shadow move across the main window, or when she heard a strange sound. Around 5 o'clock she decided she had enough and just stayed awake.
It was chilly early November morning so Ginny decided to try and light a fire in the grand hearth. She found and old flint stone on the mantle and proceded to strike a small flame, only to be smoked out. She stuck her head underneath the chimney to check what was blocking it only to recive a face full of hot ash and soot. She started to splutter and rub her face, only succeding in making herself look like a racoon.
A cold taunting chuckle sounded from the vicinity of the door and a feeling of dread crept up Ginnys spine. She squinted open one eye. *great! , just peachy! It just had to be him didn't it? Havn't I been through enough!?* He was the last person on earth (including Harry and Voldemort himself) she wanted to see her with a face full of dirt and ripped clothing.
Draco Malfoy was leaning against the doorframe in a casual manner, watching her.
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Sorry for any errors everyone, I'm in desperate need of and editor. Anyone who's interested in helping me out can email me at Silver_Lady_88@hotmail.com. Please leave a review if you've got time, I'd love to hear from you.
~S.L
Disclaimers: I don't Harry Potter (tho I really honestly wish I owned Draco...) and am simply borrowing the characters for a bit to act out my plot. I'd really appriciate it if you left me a review, but you don't have to if you don't want. This is my very first fanfiction so I hope you like it!
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Stuck in the Middle of Nowhere With You
Chapter 1
by: Silver_Lady
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Ginny Weasley sat alone, curled up inside a hollow tree. This tree looked normal to anyone from the out side, but when she had been running she had tripped and discovered a moss covered opening on one of the sides. She was cold, hungry and scared. It was eerily quiet in the surrounding forest, but just last night it had been alive with sounds of terror and pain. Tortured screams filled the air, everyone running in all directions trying to escape-trying to survive.
It had happened just as dinner was finishing for the evening. Dumbledor had been called away for the evening on important business with the Wizards Council so Professor McGonagall had been supervising them. All of a sudden, a small trembling 2nd year burst into the great hall screaming at the top of his lungs. He had been standing outside in the main hall looking out the window when he saw a large black mass moving towards the castle, it took him a few moment to realize exactly what they were-deatheaters.
The invasion on Hogwarts had come at last and Dumbledor, there only hope, was nowhere to be found. Their heads of house had lead them down into the dungeons and through secret passages no one had ever seen before, until they finally came to a stop inside an empty room. Professor Flitwick rushed to the opposite end of the chamber and began to mutter a series of complex charms until a door appeared.
The students were rushed down the passage behind the doors crying out for their friends. Ginny had been seperated from Ron, Harry and Hermione by the crowd and she could no longer see them. She started going into fits of sobs, she was all by herself and felt as if she would surely die. There was a trap door in the roof of the passage and it was pushed open. They were in the middle of the forest on the otherside of Hogwarts, not the forbidden one but one that was further away. Student never came here because it was to far off school boundries, and the fact that it was rumered that a powerful sorceress lived within.
Aparently their move was anticipated because as soon as eveyone was out they were ambushed by about a hundred people in long black cloaks and masks. The Professors were trying to fight them off to give the students time to escape into the forest, but they were horribly out numbered. Sprout fell within the first five minutes and Vector was not far behind. They were dropping like flies and already the Deatheaters were breaking free and chasing after the children running and hiding in the forest.
When they were caught they were tortured and bound with ropes and gags to keep them from escaping again. Several bold students tried to fight back. Jinxes and hexes were whizzing through the air, some missdirected ones making bark fly off the trees around them. This attempt was also thwarted, the students were no match in power with fully certified wizards and witches.Ginny was flat out running, jumping over fallen logs and boulders. She could hear at least four of them behind her so she broke away from the group she was with. She was exausted now, panting from the effort to keep moving.
Fire and smoke filled the air as the forest caught fire, the flickering red and yellow lights making the forest seem alive with movement that wasn't really there. Shadows crept across the ground towards her.stretching out their arms to claw at her . Her sobs were uncontrollable now, she was choking on tears and inhalling smoke and soot in alarming amounts. She couldn't go on, she had to rest. She heard shouting from behind her, and a high cruel laugh that made her shudder.
Looking back over her shoulder she didn't seen the vine in her path and tripped. The air rushed from her lungs and she saw black spots before her eyes, swirling around her head making her dizzy. Her whole body ached and she registered dimly that her leg was bleeding rather badly. She needed to find somewhere to hide, but where? She was up on her feet once more, the voices sounded closer than ever. She stumbled again, but this time she fell into a tree and suprisingly, kept on going. She was to tired to move anymore, her body throbbed with pain and exaustion.
The voices were right beside her now, furious that they had lost their target. Orders were issued to go after others, to bring them back to the castle or if they were stuggling just to kill them. Ginny was horrified. How many of her friends were going to be slaughtered? How many would never see another quidditch game, or another sunrise?How many wouldn't get to see Hagrids big goofy smile, McGonagall's slightly disproving looks or Dumbledor's twinkling blue eyes? How many would be dead before tonight was over? She soon passed out, her dreams filled with the panic-stricken faces she had seen running, or the brave ones who had stood and faught-just as she should have done.
Now it was the day after, and she was still in shock over what happened. So many children. So many defensless children were tortured and killed, with little hope of defending themselves. She strated to cry silently in helplessness and rage, her eyes still red and puffy from the night before. Her hair was tangled and matted with leaves and sticks, dirt was smugged across her face. She stiffened when she thought she heard someone step on a branch outside. She would wait another day to be safe.
She didn't really know how long she sat there, singing softly to herself and driffting in and out of nightmare filled sleep. Her stomach was cramped with her need of food and the ground hurt to lay on because it was covered in roots and bumps. Finally she decided she really didn't care if she was captured and crawled slowly out from her place of hiding. Looking around herself she saw charred trees and bush here and there. There was no movement except that of the wind moaning over the loses it had witnessed.
Ginny walked on, hours and hours seemed to pass and she only stopped twice for water. She managed to scrounge up a few berries and roots she could eat, but they had just barely passified her empty stomach. She earased her foot prints with a semi-large pine bough so noone could follow them to her. She had no idea where she was going, all she knew was she wanted as much distance between herself and the castle as possibe. She continuously stubbled becuase of her injures, but she always got back up. It was getting darker now, the full moons glow casting over her from above. It was about time she started looking for shelter, and it was very unexpected when she found what she did. She only got a glimps of it because she tripped and went through a dense growth of trees of the path.
It was a small cottage. The cottage had a thatched roof and only two small windows that she could see. There was a small pond a little off to the side, a little rusted pail with holes sat beside it. The garden (at least thats what she thoiught it was) was overgrown with wild weeds and looked like it needed desperate attention. All in all it looked like it had been unoccupied for many years, devoid of human life. Slowly grinning Ginny went up to the front door and forced it open. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. The place was filthy !!! There was one table in the middle of the main room with two chairs and they were covered in dust and grime, the hearth for the fire was literally black with soot and ash, the floor was strewn with leaves and dirt, the mantle was dustly, the small counter built into the wall had twigs all over it and the cupboard above it had it's door hanging off. Slightly discouraged she made her way to a door beside the blackened fireplace.
The second smaller room was no better. There was another window in here, except it was so caked with filth that it looked like there was no light outside. This apparently was the sleeping room, because it had a double bed. It looked almost uninhabitable. The sheets were worn and thread-bear, the mattress was browning and damp and the dressing table opposite the bed had a cracked mirror. She grimaced and decided she would sleep on the floor that night, as there was no way in hell she'd sleep on that.
She would get started on the cleaning tommorow she thought as she driffed off to sleep on the floor, her arms wraped around her for the meager warmth they provided. Through the night Ginny woke up frequently, scared she saw a shadow move across the main window, or when she heard a strange sound. Around 5 o'clock she decided she had enough and just stayed awake.
It was chilly early November morning so Ginny decided to try and light a fire in the grand hearth. She found and old flint stone on the mantle and proceded to strike a small flame, only to be smoked out. She stuck her head underneath the chimney to check what was blocking it only to recive a face full of hot ash and soot. She started to splutter and rub her face, only succeding in making herself look like a racoon.
A cold taunting chuckle sounded from the vicinity of the door and a feeling of dread crept up Ginnys spine. She squinted open one eye. *great! , just peachy! It just had to be him didn't it? Havn't I been through enough!?* He was the last person on earth (including Harry and Voldemort himself) she wanted to see her with a face full of dirt and ripped clothing.
Draco Malfoy was leaning against the doorframe in a casual manner, watching her.
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Sorry for any errors everyone, I'm in desperate need of and editor. Anyone who's interested in helping me out can email me at Silver_Lady_88@hotmail.com. Please leave a review if you've got time, I'd love to hear from you.
~S.L
