Disclaimer: I just borrow from JK Rowling
Ginny paused. The whispers were still haunting her. But were they from inside her head, or were they on the other side of the door? Only one way to find out…
Ginny pushed the door open to find Fred and George huddled in a corner of the Gryffindor common room. Hearing footsteps, they looked up with worried expressions on their faces. "Oh, it's just you." Their faces slackened with relief.
"What are you doing? It's 5:30 in the morning!" enquired Ginny, eyeing the sheet paper they had been hunched over. "More Weasley Wizard Wheezes?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, it's nothing," replied Fred, brushing away her comment. "Anyway, what are you doing?"
"Oh, I just… couldn't sleep." This wasn't a lie; the voices had been bothering her too much. She settled herself in an armchair in front of the fire. Fred and George seemed to have forgotten about her, once more engrossed in their papers. Ginny stared into a fire, going through wild and wacky possibilities for Fred and George's scheme, when suddenly they started again.
Mummy! A young child's voice seemed to be screaming in her head.
I'm coming Melody, don't worry. A older, yet female voice now
Mummy, wh..what's happening? The child's voice was ridden with fear
It's ok, everything's going to be OK, Melody. Suddenly, an ear-splitting scream echoed round Ginny's brain. She felt like it was piercing her skull. And then silence.
Mummy? Mummy, where are you? The child began to cry. Then nothing.
Ginny began to climb the staircase, back to the dorm. "Going back to bed, Gin?" Said George, neither of the twins looking up from their paper. Ginny didn't answer. She needed her music. It was the only thing that could save her.
Ok, I have a rough idea where this is going to go, but please R&R. next chapter should be out soon.
