The Mistake
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The Mistake
Chapter 1
Authors Note:
Hey girls and guys, just so you know this is my very first fanfiction and I'm just trying this out. So with your reviews please don't be too harsh. But still, bad reviews are better than no reviews so review!
Charlie Wolf
Chapter 1
Harry paced nervously back and fourth in front of his dining room table at Grimmauld Place. Ginny and he had redecorated the whole place the summer before so that is was barely recognizable. Kreacher was bustling around the table lighting the candles and putting heating charms on the dishes of food he had prepared for that night.
Harry was going over and over what was going to happen that evening in his head. After seven years of dating tonight was the night he was going to propose to Ginny. He would have done it five years ago but he knew Ginny wanted to have a steady job and be out of Wizarding College. He was an auror and Ginny was a healer. Even though Harry was the hero of the wizarding world and was brave enough to stand up to Voldemort's countless times, he was a coward when it came to something like this. Ginny always made him feel so helplessly happy just by being there.
Five minutes till she got there and everything was in order, Harry strolled over to the mirror above the mantel examining his reflection. He wore a dark blue suit with a forest green tie to bring out his eyes. (Hermione's choice, he had no fashion sense) He pressed his hair agents his scalp, trying to tame it. When he lifted his hand it sprang back up into its original position. Sighing he turned away looking at his watch. It was 7:00; the time he told her to come by. She would be here any minute. Kreacher hobbled out of the room and into the kitchen to be ready if his master needed anything.
Twenty minutes inched by and Harry was slumped in his chair flipping the lid to Ginny's ring case open and clicking it shut again to. He glanced at his watch again; thirty minutes late, forty minutes late, fifty minutes late, an hour late. What was keeping her? He knew that if there were an emergency than she would be one of the head healers' in the operation, but this was ridiculous, she could have at least wrote or called. He stood up and walked around the table trying to kill time until Ginny got there. He walked over to the book shelf and picked up his photo album. Flipping through the pictures he got lost in memories till he heard the clock chime nine.
Where was she? She was never more than ten minutes late. Had something happened to her? Horrid thoughts flashed through his mind and he stood up quickly, shaking his head to rid himself of the dreadful mental pictures. He hurried over to the mirror above the mantel and said "The Burrow" clearly into it.
Last Christmas he had given all his close friends two mirrors, one was pocket sized so they could carry it around and one was big like the one on his mantle. That way they could talk to each other easily without wasting floo powder. They were just like the two way mirrors James and Serious used when they were at school together.
It hummed for a moment before Mrs. Weasley's face swam in to the frame and the background of the Burrows living room materialized into view behind her.
"Mrs. Weasley, do you know where Ginny is? She was supposed to meet me at my house two hours ago, and she's still not here." Harry rushed, unable to keep the panic out of his voice.
"No Harry, I'm sorry. She told me this morning that she was going to work but leaving early so she could get ready for your date." She responded. Concern lines dented her face (she was quite old) as she said, "Why don't you try The Hollow, she might be there."
"Yeah, I'll try that, bye then." Harry said distractedly.
Mrs. Weasley's face blurred than was replaced by his own anxious one. He quickly said, "The Hollow" and the usual humming then the kitchen of Ron and Hermione's house swam into view.
"Hermione, who is it" He heard Ron call from somewhere in the house. Then he heard hurried footsteps and Hermione burst into few.
"It's Harry, Ron get in here. Harry what is it? Is every thing alright? I thought you were meeting Ginny? What happened?" Hermione hastened as Ron stepped into the picture.
"I told Ginny to be here two hours and seven minutes ago," Harry said looking at his watch," and she's still not here. Do you know where she might be?"
"Wasn't tonight the night you were going to pop the question? Maybe she found out and ran off." Ron said jokily.
"Ron this is serious, what if she's hurt." Hermione said glaring at Ron.
"That's what I've been afraid of too." Harry said, also glaring at Ron.
"Look mate, I think you should check her flat, and if she's not there wait 'til
tomorrow and try again. Knowing Ginny she probably just had a long day at work; went home, and took an extended nap." Ron reasoned; Hermione beside him was looking reassured and nodded.
"Yeah, all right, but listen, if you hear from her you tell me. Okay." said Harry, not feeling the least bit reassured.
"We will Harry, and don't worry about her; she can take care of herself." Hermione soothed.
"Well, see ya." and with that Harry turned away as the picture behind him blurred and went back to reflecting the room behind it.
Harry called in Kreacher and had him clear the table. The candles had burnt so low that they flickered and died before Kreacher had had the chance to blow them out.
After an hour Harry went back to the mirror. He had been hoping Ginny would call and explain what had happened. He turned to the mirror and said, "the Witches Inn, room 14 Ginerva Molly Weasley." It hummed for a moment and Ginny's apartment's bedroom came into view. She wasn't in bed, so he called into the mirror. Usually the humming warned the person that someone was calling, but he was hoping that she had just missed it. No response. He called again; still no response. Dread crashed on Harry like a title wave. What had happened to her? He decided to give it one more day like Ron said; then he would contact the ministry.
As Harry laid awake in his king size bed, he thought about the conversations he had had. Ron was right, Ginny can take care of herself and she had probably had just had a long exhausting day at work and had forgotten about the plans they had made. But hadn't Mrs. Weasley said that she was getting off early to get ready for their date tonight.
With that unsettling thought, Harry fell into an uneasy sleep, dreaming about Ginny, Trapped and screaming for him, but no matter how fast he ran he never got any closer to her. Her screams died and she seemed to be fading into the darkness.
Authors Note:
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