Author's Note: Well I suppose the story will make sense to those who have
read "Do Dreams Ever Come True?" as this is the sequel but for those who
have not read it, you can either read it (it is really short) or just read
from here and make up the bit at the beginning.
I am grateful for any feedback, especially for this fic as it is pretty much thrown together. Thanx to all those who have reviewed Do dreams ever come true? You guys ROCK!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
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The sun appeared from behind the silhouetted hills and turned the clear sky red. It was dawn, all was calm and as the birds arose from a night of slumber, they welcomed the morning with a chorus.
The summer sun beamed in through a gap, where the curtains did not quite meet, and shed itself upon a multi-coloured quilt. There was movement; the inhabitant was stirring. She stretched her arms and grumbled to herself about the ray of light blinding her.
"Those stupid birds, won't they bloody shut up for once?!" She laboriously got up, and lazily reached around with her leg to find her missing slipper. Having discovered it under a pile of clean clothes, which her mother had lovingly placed in the middle of her bedroom in the hope she would put them away, she moved slowly towards the door, wiping her eyes of sleep dust. She grabbed her nightgown, opened the door and went into the corridor. She reached into her gown pocket and picked out her wand, clutching it firmly, she muttered a few words over the lock.
While descending the windy stairs, she tried to get her arm in the sleeve of the nightgown. It was resisting quite considerably but by the time she reached the breakfast table she had accomplished her task, unfortunately stubbing her toe on the kitchen door in the process. As she sat at the table clutching her toe and grimacing in main, a bubbly voice interrupted her.
"Good Morning, Ginny!" said the ever cheery Hermione Granger. She sat down opposite Ginny, "Did you sleep well?"
"Fine." Ginny bluntly replied, she was not a morning person, "You?"
"Yes very well, I feel very refreshed," answered Hermione a huge smile pasted across her face.
"Good" replied Ginny, going back to her throbbing toe and expressing her anger under her breathe.
The floorboards creaked. Yeah, thought Ginny, another optimist enters my personal space.
"Hello Hermione, Ginny" said the distinctive voice of the one, the only, Harry Potter.
"Good morning, what a lovely morning, don't you think Harry?" said Hermione.
"Hi," said Ginny.
"You look whacked, Ginny." Stated Harry looking at her in a concerned fashion.
"Really, thanks," said Ginny with a sarcastic tone to her voice.
Ginny was saved from having to continue this dismal conversation by her mother who burst in through the backdoor.
"You should have called me in from the garden, if I had known you were up I would have made you some breakfast." She said rushing over to the large stove. "What do you want? Full English?"
"Not for me, just some toast. I have to do an hours study this morning." Hermione informed and looked around expecting applause but before anyone could award her for her brilliant intensions, there was a huge thud.
Hermione asked with an air of panic to her voice, "What was that?"
Harry went out of the kitchen into the corridor, and Ginny sat there staring at her toe, it still hurt.
Harry came back into the kitchen in hysterics, "Ron fell down the stairs, and he is clutching a door knob for some stupid reason." Said Harry through his laughter.
"That little thief! I knew he would try and get into my room, I am going to kill him!" shouted Ginny, distracted from her toe and suddenly filled with rage. "Mum he was trying to get into my room, again!"
Hermione was so shocked by Ginny's sudden out burst that she nearly fell off her chair. Ginny jumped up and marched towards the door, but Mrs Weasley grabbed her by the arm, stopping her from inflicting a great deal of pain upon her snooping brother.
Ron was still lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, laughing so hard that he was coughing. He suddenly realised that his sister and mother were glaring at him and Ginny was struggling to get out of his mother's tight grasp. Ron jumped up and stood bolt up right. He dropped the doorknob and it rolled away, only stopping when it hit the foot of another Weasley family member.
"Good idea, Ginny" said Fred.
"Yeah nice work on that spell!" added George, "Shame about you, Ron, you should be ashamed of yourself."
"Yeah, even Neville Longbottom would have realised that the lock had been charmed," said Fred.
"Pathetic," laughed George, "But at least he ended it well."
"That's enough boys!" interrupted Mrs Weasley, "What on earth were you doing, Ron?"
"Nothing," said Ron trying to be angelic but failing miserably.
"How do you explain this?" questioned Mrs Weasley plucking the doorknob out of Fred's hands.
"I was inspecting Ginny's handy work, Mum!" complained Fred.
"Well ..... um ....... it ......." Struggled Ron.
"It fell from the sky, hit him on the head and temporarily gave him amnesia," answered George.
"No, that did not happen, Ron, why were you clutching the doorknob for Ginny's room?" questioned Mrs Weasley again, her face growing red.
"It fell off in my hand." Responded Ron, "Yeah, it just came off as I was walking past, then I tripped as I was coming down the stairs."
"YOU LAIR!" screamed Ginny; her Mum could no longer hold her back. She burst out of the kitchen into the hall, where the un-expecting Ron was standing shrugging his shoulders. She was so close to hitting him, but then the ever-faithful Harry stepped in and gripped Ginny by the forearm.
"You were in on it too, you PIG!" Ginny glared at Harry. "Let go of me, you two are as bad as each other, and to think I once fancied you, Harry Potter, if only the public knew your other side!"
Harry let go of her, Ginny's words had hit him hard and they deeply hurt him.
Ginny stood on the stairs and looked at the rest of them, "And as for the rest of you, you can get stuffed, and leave me and my room alone." Turning she hurtled up the stairs and flung herself into her bedroom. She could hear her Mum shouting at Ron but it did not improve her mood.
Ever since the letters had been arriving, Ron had been on her back about who they where from and what they were about and now he was trying to get into her bedroom. She never thought Ron would stoop so low. She understood that he kind of felt protective over her as he was her older brother and when they were little they were very close. But now Ron had his own friends so why can't he just let her have her friends. She thought it was sweet that her brother looked out for her but recently he was taking extra measures to make her life hell.
These letters were private and confidential, nobody should ever know who they were from or what they have inside. Ginny swore, as she sat at her desk responding to the latest letter, informing the recipient of that mornings events, that should would never share the secrets within these letters with a living soul.
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Well what did you think? I hope you liked it, please review. This just sets you up for what will come.
Phyllida x.x.x
I am grateful for any feedback, especially for this fic as it is pretty much thrown together. Thanx to all those who have reviewed Do dreams ever come true? You guys ROCK!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
~ ~ ~
The sun appeared from behind the silhouetted hills and turned the clear sky red. It was dawn, all was calm and as the birds arose from a night of slumber, they welcomed the morning with a chorus.
The summer sun beamed in through a gap, where the curtains did not quite meet, and shed itself upon a multi-coloured quilt. There was movement; the inhabitant was stirring. She stretched her arms and grumbled to herself about the ray of light blinding her.
"Those stupid birds, won't they bloody shut up for once?!" She laboriously got up, and lazily reached around with her leg to find her missing slipper. Having discovered it under a pile of clean clothes, which her mother had lovingly placed in the middle of her bedroom in the hope she would put them away, she moved slowly towards the door, wiping her eyes of sleep dust. She grabbed her nightgown, opened the door and went into the corridor. She reached into her gown pocket and picked out her wand, clutching it firmly, she muttered a few words over the lock.
While descending the windy stairs, she tried to get her arm in the sleeve of the nightgown. It was resisting quite considerably but by the time she reached the breakfast table she had accomplished her task, unfortunately stubbing her toe on the kitchen door in the process. As she sat at the table clutching her toe and grimacing in main, a bubbly voice interrupted her.
"Good Morning, Ginny!" said the ever cheery Hermione Granger. She sat down opposite Ginny, "Did you sleep well?"
"Fine." Ginny bluntly replied, she was not a morning person, "You?"
"Yes very well, I feel very refreshed," answered Hermione a huge smile pasted across her face.
"Good" replied Ginny, going back to her throbbing toe and expressing her anger under her breathe.
The floorboards creaked. Yeah, thought Ginny, another optimist enters my personal space.
"Hello Hermione, Ginny" said the distinctive voice of the one, the only, Harry Potter.
"Good morning, what a lovely morning, don't you think Harry?" said Hermione.
"Hi," said Ginny.
"You look whacked, Ginny." Stated Harry looking at her in a concerned fashion.
"Really, thanks," said Ginny with a sarcastic tone to her voice.
Ginny was saved from having to continue this dismal conversation by her mother who burst in through the backdoor.
"You should have called me in from the garden, if I had known you were up I would have made you some breakfast." She said rushing over to the large stove. "What do you want? Full English?"
"Not for me, just some toast. I have to do an hours study this morning." Hermione informed and looked around expecting applause but before anyone could award her for her brilliant intensions, there was a huge thud.
Hermione asked with an air of panic to her voice, "What was that?"
Harry went out of the kitchen into the corridor, and Ginny sat there staring at her toe, it still hurt.
Harry came back into the kitchen in hysterics, "Ron fell down the stairs, and he is clutching a door knob for some stupid reason." Said Harry through his laughter.
"That little thief! I knew he would try and get into my room, I am going to kill him!" shouted Ginny, distracted from her toe and suddenly filled with rage. "Mum he was trying to get into my room, again!"
Hermione was so shocked by Ginny's sudden out burst that she nearly fell off her chair. Ginny jumped up and marched towards the door, but Mrs Weasley grabbed her by the arm, stopping her from inflicting a great deal of pain upon her snooping brother.
Ron was still lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, laughing so hard that he was coughing. He suddenly realised that his sister and mother were glaring at him and Ginny was struggling to get out of his mother's tight grasp. Ron jumped up and stood bolt up right. He dropped the doorknob and it rolled away, only stopping when it hit the foot of another Weasley family member.
"Good idea, Ginny" said Fred.
"Yeah nice work on that spell!" added George, "Shame about you, Ron, you should be ashamed of yourself."
"Yeah, even Neville Longbottom would have realised that the lock had been charmed," said Fred.
"Pathetic," laughed George, "But at least he ended it well."
"That's enough boys!" interrupted Mrs Weasley, "What on earth were you doing, Ron?"
"Nothing," said Ron trying to be angelic but failing miserably.
"How do you explain this?" questioned Mrs Weasley plucking the doorknob out of Fred's hands.
"I was inspecting Ginny's handy work, Mum!" complained Fred.
"Well ..... um ....... it ......." Struggled Ron.
"It fell from the sky, hit him on the head and temporarily gave him amnesia," answered George.
"No, that did not happen, Ron, why were you clutching the doorknob for Ginny's room?" questioned Mrs Weasley again, her face growing red.
"It fell off in my hand." Responded Ron, "Yeah, it just came off as I was walking past, then I tripped as I was coming down the stairs."
"YOU LAIR!" screamed Ginny; her Mum could no longer hold her back. She burst out of the kitchen into the hall, where the un-expecting Ron was standing shrugging his shoulders. She was so close to hitting him, but then the ever-faithful Harry stepped in and gripped Ginny by the forearm.
"You were in on it too, you PIG!" Ginny glared at Harry. "Let go of me, you two are as bad as each other, and to think I once fancied you, Harry Potter, if only the public knew your other side!"
Harry let go of her, Ginny's words had hit him hard and they deeply hurt him.
Ginny stood on the stairs and looked at the rest of them, "And as for the rest of you, you can get stuffed, and leave me and my room alone." Turning she hurtled up the stairs and flung herself into her bedroom. She could hear her Mum shouting at Ron but it did not improve her mood.
Ever since the letters had been arriving, Ron had been on her back about who they where from and what they were about and now he was trying to get into her bedroom. She never thought Ron would stoop so low. She understood that he kind of felt protective over her as he was her older brother and when they were little they were very close. But now Ron had his own friends so why can't he just let her have her friends. She thought it was sweet that her brother looked out for her but recently he was taking extra measures to make her life hell.
These letters were private and confidential, nobody should ever know who they were from or what they have inside. Ginny swore, as she sat at her desk responding to the latest letter, informing the recipient of that mornings events, that should would never share the secrets within these letters with a living soul.
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Well what did you think? I hope you liked it, please review. This just sets you up for what will come.
Phyllida x.x.x