Prologue
Ginny looked around her in the black darkness, her face white and her eyes wide with terror. She could barely see the trees surrounding her that covered the moon and starlight. The only source of light for her came from the end of her wand, and even that was too dim. Her other senses were heightened, and she could hear the faint cries and yells coming from a mile away. She could smell the blood coming from the fallen soldiers around her. It frightened her, of course, that a horror such as war was happening so close to her home.
Home, she thought miserably, If only I could find my home. If only I could see my mum and daddy to see if they're okay.
She'd only left for a few minutes that morning in search of Cynthia, her kitten that had gotten away. She had no idea that there were Deatheaters around outside just waiting for their next bloody kill. Ginny had snuck off quickly, heading towards the trees behind her house, praying to every god that she hadn't been seen.
For the whole day Ginny ran and hid, until she was so far from home she didn't know where she was. As it grew darker, and Ginny felt as though she couldn't run anymore, she tried to make herself comfortable hidden in a brush of trees.
Ginny had no idea that she'd settled herself right in the middle of a battlefield. Spells were going on all around her. and many men and women were falling down dead. Voldemort's followers were absolutely merciless. After killing those from Dumbledore's Army, they would take out long, silver swords (which had serpents carved into the blade) and stab the already dead wizard in the chest. "Just to make sure they're really gone." Ginny recalled one of them saying.
After witnessing a few of these killings, Ginny began to feel sick. (She never was one who was able to stand the sight of blood.) She closed her eyes, listening for hours the sounds of yells and laughs, until she finally heard those three bittersweet words:
"We're done here."
Disclaimer-All of the Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling.
Ginny looked around her in the black darkness, her face white and her eyes wide with terror. She could barely see the trees surrounding her that covered the moon and starlight. The only source of light for her came from the end of her wand, and even that was too dim. Her other senses were heightened, and she could hear the faint cries and yells coming from a mile away. She could smell the blood coming from the fallen soldiers around her. It frightened her, of course, that a horror such as war was happening so close to her home.
Home, she thought miserably, If only I could find my home. If only I could see my mum and daddy to see if they're okay.
She'd only left for a few minutes that morning in search of Cynthia, her kitten that had gotten away. She had no idea that there were Deatheaters around outside just waiting for their next bloody kill. Ginny had snuck off quickly, heading towards the trees behind her house, praying to every god that she hadn't been seen.
For the whole day Ginny ran and hid, until she was so far from home she didn't know where she was. As it grew darker, and Ginny felt as though she couldn't run anymore, she tried to make herself comfortable hidden in a brush of trees.
Ginny had no idea that she'd settled herself right in the middle of a battlefield. Spells were going on all around her. and many men and women were falling down dead. Voldemort's followers were absolutely merciless. After killing those from Dumbledore's Army, they would take out long, silver swords (which had serpents carved into the blade) and stab the already dead wizard in the chest. "Just to make sure they're really gone." Ginny recalled one of them saying.
After witnessing a few of these killings, Ginny began to feel sick. (She never was one who was able to stand the sight of blood.) She closed her eyes, listening for hours the sounds of yells and laughs, until she finally heard those three bittersweet words:
"We're done here."
Disclaimer-All of the Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling.