A/N: This is going to be one of my shorter fics. Perhaps 8 or 9 chapters. I really do appreciate your reviews and need them to continue writing. I hope you enjoy. I will be updating frequently, and the chapters will get longer.
CHAPTER ONE: STRANGER IN THE DARK
"Gin? Ginny!" Hermione was shaking her awake.
"Oh," she rubbed at her eyes and gazed mindlessly into the dying fire. "I must have fallen asleep. How long have we been studying Herm?"
"A couple of hours. Gin, I gotta get some rest.
"K, I'll be right up."
After watching Hermione climb the stairs to the girls' dormitories she pushed open the portrait hole and wandered up the corridor. "Lumos." The tip of her wand illuminated,
Quietly she snaked through black corridors, behind draperies, and up many flights of stairs before she reached the old astronomy tower where Harry had first brought her more then a year ago.
The chill of the night air took her by surprise. She pulled her knees tight to her chest and gazed at the stars just as she had done so many nights before when the dreams had come. And still after two and a half years, they still haunted her sleep most every night.
//How could I have been so dumb?// she thought. //Mum always told me to never trust anything that can think for itself but do I listen. No!//
She hated herself for trusting the diary and for helping the dark lord but mostly for almost killing Harry. Night after night, that entire year replayed itself in slow motion in her sleep. It tortured her, always. Silent tears trickled down her cheeks. She didn't even know why she was crying.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" She jerked her head and turned.
"Should ask you the same?" she cautiously eyed the young man behind her.
"Are you kidding? I haven't had a good rest it years."
"I regret to say that I haven't either."
He glided over and levitated an inch or so above the ground next to her. Now closer, she could see his eyes were a dark muddy brown but absolutely fabulous, like Harry's. He had black hair and was muscular, but not so muscular that it made you want to throw up. When standing he would tower above her and maybe even above Ron, and was without a doubt very handsome. He was a ghost.
"I haven't seen you before."
" Not many people have. I usually keep to myself, just easier that way. I 'm Quinn"
"Ginny Weasly."
"I hope you don't mind if I ask but, is something the matter."
"No," she whipped the streaks from her face, "I'm fine."
"I've seen you come up here before." He said.
"Yea, I like to come up here at night."
No one talked for a long time; they both just gazed at nothing in particular. Ginny was the first to break the long silence at the beep of her watch.
"I really better go. I have got to try and get some rest you know."
"Bye."
***TBC***
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CHAPTER ONE: STRANGER IN THE DARK
"Gin? Ginny!" Hermione was shaking her awake.
"Oh," she rubbed at her eyes and gazed mindlessly into the dying fire. "I must have fallen asleep. How long have we been studying Herm?"
"A couple of hours. Gin, I gotta get some rest.
"K, I'll be right up."
After watching Hermione climb the stairs to the girls' dormitories she pushed open the portrait hole and wandered up the corridor. "Lumos." The tip of her wand illuminated,
Quietly she snaked through black corridors, behind draperies, and up many flights of stairs before she reached the old astronomy tower where Harry had first brought her more then a year ago.
The chill of the night air took her by surprise. She pulled her knees tight to her chest and gazed at the stars just as she had done so many nights before when the dreams had come. And still after two and a half years, they still haunted her sleep most every night.
//How could I have been so dumb?// she thought. //Mum always told me to never trust anything that can think for itself but do I listen. No!//
She hated herself for trusting the diary and for helping the dark lord but mostly for almost killing Harry. Night after night, that entire year replayed itself in slow motion in her sleep. It tortured her, always. Silent tears trickled down her cheeks. She didn't even know why she was crying.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" She jerked her head and turned.
"Should ask you the same?" she cautiously eyed the young man behind her.
"Are you kidding? I haven't had a good rest it years."
"I regret to say that I haven't either."
He glided over and levitated an inch or so above the ground next to her. Now closer, she could see his eyes were a dark muddy brown but absolutely fabulous, like Harry's. He had black hair and was muscular, but not so muscular that it made you want to throw up. When standing he would tower above her and maybe even above Ron, and was without a doubt very handsome. He was a ghost.
"I haven't seen you before."
" Not many people have. I usually keep to myself, just easier that way. I 'm Quinn"
"Ginny Weasly."
"I hope you don't mind if I ask but, is something the matter."
"No," she whipped the streaks from her face, "I'm fine."
"I've seen you come up here before." He said.
"Yea, I like to come up here at night."
No one talked for a long time; they both just gazed at nothing in particular. Ginny was the first to break the long silence at the beep of her watch.
"I really better go. I have got to try and get some rest you know."
"Bye."
***TBC***
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