Ginny: The Winter of Wanderings
A moon the color of an egg yolk shone dully through a curtain of hazy clouds, projecting onto a lonely moor. Grey seemed a prominent color in the damp and barren landscape, which contained nothing except a small, black-cloaked figure walking at a fast pace through a field of tall, colorless grass. She was Ginny Weasley, and she had a mission. Ginny was a small, thin woman around the age of 23. Her fiery red hair hung down below her waist, plaited and secured with a crude wooden clip. Her robes were too small for her, and worn thin, with holes in some places. Beneath her robes she wore a patched flannel dress, fashioned from old sheets, and handmade leather moccasins. The woman's face showed bitterness and loss, as well as a certain quiet determination. Suddenly Ginny started and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. They were coming. They had found her. She broke into a run and leaped across the moor, heading for a nearby patch of forest. Panting, she dared not look behind her, though she could her their footsteps.
Ginny entered the woods but kept running. Eventually she reached a huge, towering oak tree and, gasping for breath, hastily pulled out a piece of crude wood, her wand, and pointed it at herself. "Greficimos, greficimos!" she muttered frantically, and suddenly disappeared, and not a moment too soon. Just a second later, three strong men dressed in black cloaks entered the clearing, turning around, looking for her. They cursed and left after a while.
Meanwhile, Ginny sat on her stone bed inside the magically expanded tree, calming herself. She leaned forward and picked up a mirror made of pinkish glass. She gazed into it and saw that the men were gone. Smiling with relief, Ginny put the magical mirror back and lay down. She fell into a fitful sleep on top of the deerskin blanket.
The reader must be wondering at this point what Ginny is doing. If you have read Harry Potter, you know her as a tiny, happy little girl at Hogwarts. But if you remember, Voldemort rose again at the end of Book Four. Using a clever spell, he took over Harry Potter's body and commited suicide, thus killing Harry and releasing his soul. He then commenced destroying Hogwarts and all its occupants. Next he captured and forced into slavery all witches and wizards as well as muggles. Ginny, however, managed to escape on a bit of wit and luck, and is currently the only free witch in the world. Not a small feat. Most others would have died of loneliness, but Ginny was alive and determined to live.
To Be Continued (Please Review!!)
A moon the color of an egg yolk shone dully through a curtain of hazy clouds, projecting onto a lonely moor. Grey seemed a prominent color in the damp and barren landscape, which contained nothing except a small, black-cloaked figure walking at a fast pace through a field of tall, colorless grass. She was Ginny Weasley, and she had a mission. Ginny was a small, thin woman around the age of 23. Her fiery red hair hung down below her waist, plaited and secured with a crude wooden clip. Her robes were too small for her, and worn thin, with holes in some places. Beneath her robes she wore a patched flannel dress, fashioned from old sheets, and handmade leather moccasins. The woman's face showed bitterness and loss, as well as a certain quiet determination. Suddenly Ginny started and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. They were coming. They had found her. She broke into a run and leaped across the moor, heading for a nearby patch of forest. Panting, she dared not look behind her, though she could her their footsteps.
Ginny entered the woods but kept running. Eventually she reached a huge, towering oak tree and, gasping for breath, hastily pulled out a piece of crude wood, her wand, and pointed it at herself. "Greficimos, greficimos!" she muttered frantically, and suddenly disappeared, and not a moment too soon. Just a second later, three strong men dressed in black cloaks entered the clearing, turning around, looking for her. They cursed and left after a while.
Meanwhile, Ginny sat on her stone bed inside the magically expanded tree, calming herself. She leaned forward and picked up a mirror made of pinkish glass. She gazed into it and saw that the men were gone. Smiling with relief, Ginny put the magical mirror back and lay down. She fell into a fitful sleep on top of the deerskin blanket.
The reader must be wondering at this point what Ginny is doing. If you have read Harry Potter, you know her as a tiny, happy little girl at Hogwarts. But if you remember, Voldemort rose again at the end of Book Four. Using a clever spell, he took over Harry Potter's body and commited suicide, thus killing Harry and releasing his soul. He then commenced destroying Hogwarts and all its occupants. Next he captured and forced into slavery all witches and wizards as well as muggles. Ginny, however, managed to escape on a bit of wit and luck, and is currently the only free witch in the world. Not a small feat. Most others would have died of loneliness, but Ginny was alive and determined to live.
To Be Continued (Please Review!!)
