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Chapter 1: Incessant Worrying
"Miss Weasley," Professor Dumbledore began, "I'm afraid I have some terrible news. Your parents.have been murdered." The chair I was sitting in suddenly felt cold, like ice, and yet, even though I was cold, there were no goose bumps on my arms and legs. There was a great sadness in Professor Dumbledore's eyes, "Your mother left you this." Slowly, I took the folded parchment from him and left his office, walking mechanically to my little corner in one of the abandoned hallways. It was then I realized that it had not been cold in Dumbledore's office. *I* was cold on the inside.
I wasn't paying any particular attention to who was coming towards me; I didn't waver from my path in the middle of the hallway, causing students to step out of my way. Except a few who I almost ran into. That is probably why I ran right smack into Draco Malfoy. Muttering an apology, I just kept on walking. I could feel his silver gray eyes boring a hole through me, but I chose to ignore it.
Once I got to my special place, I slowly opened the letter from my mother. I read:
My Dearest Ginny,
I am so sorry that I never gave you much attention. Please forgive me on that note. Your father fought bravely for what he believed in, and was murdered for it. I will most certainly be next. I am not afraid to die. But I want you to know Ginny, that no matter how much you run your past will eventually catch up. And when it does, you will wish that you never started running in the first place, that you could just go back to how everything was before. My dear Ginny, I know when you hear that the slimy scum known as Voldemort has killed your father and I, it will affect you greatly. Please comfort your brothers in bearing this pain, Voldemort will only allow me to write one letter-and that only out of respect for your father. Ginny, you are a powerful witch-I can see it in you. You may not think so now, but one day you will do great things. Just remember that your father and I always loved you, and we still do. Remember that. I love you, my daughter.
All my love,
Mom
At one point, I realized that the letter had become hard to read-and that was because of tear stains. They didn't just belong to my mother; some of them belonged to me.
For the next few weeks, life went on. It was dull; I went to classes, then to my corner, and sometime to the kitchens for food. When I saw my brother, I ran from him or anyone else that wanted to talk to me. When one of the Professors expressed concern for me, I told them I was fine and went about my business. Even Professor Snape showed some sympathy for me, I was, after all, his best student. Not that anybody knew other than him and me. That was my life pattern for most of my fifth year. Most.
Gulping as I remembered the last time I'd been here, I forced myself to knock on the door. Hardly a minute later, I was sitting across from Albus Dumbledore. "Miss Weasley, I have allowed you to do your own thing in hopes that you might recover," Indeed, I had recovered, but I liked keeping to myself, "I'm afraid I can no longer allow it.due to your brother's incessant worrying," at this I snorted, "But, I must say it is mostly because of one student's concern for you." I braced myself, waiting to hear Hermione or Harry or Colin or even Seamus, "Draco Malfoy."
Okay. I am officially completely confused. Anybody care to explain?
A/N: This is my first D/G fic. I hope you like it!!!!! Please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 1: Incessant Worrying
"Miss Weasley," Professor Dumbledore began, "I'm afraid I have some terrible news. Your parents.have been murdered." The chair I was sitting in suddenly felt cold, like ice, and yet, even though I was cold, there were no goose bumps on my arms and legs. There was a great sadness in Professor Dumbledore's eyes, "Your mother left you this." Slowly, I took the folded parchment from him and left his office, walking mechanically to my little corner in one of the abandoned hallways. It was then I realized that it had not been cold in Dumbledore's office. *I* was cold on the inside.
I wasn't paying any particular attention to who was coming towards me; I didn't waver from my path in the middle of the hallway, causing students to step out of my way. Except a few who I almost ran into. That is probably why I ran right smack into Draco Malfoy. Muttering an apology, I just kept on walking. I could feel his silver gray eyes boring a hole through me, but I chose to ignore it.
Once I got to my special place, I slowly opened the letter from my mother. I read:
My Dearest Ginny,
I am so sorry that I never gave you much attention. Please forgive me on that note. Your father fought bravely for what he believed in, and was murdered for it. I will most certainly be next. I am not afraid to die. But I want you to know Ginny, that no matter how much you run your past will eventually catch up. And when it does, you will wish that you never started running in the first place, that you could just go back to how everything was before. My dear Ginny, I know when you hear that the slimy scum known as Voldemort has killed your father and I, it will affect you greatly. Please comfort your brothers in bearing this pain, Voldemort will only allow me to write one letter-and that only out of respect for your father. Ginny, you are a powerful witch-I can see it in you. You may not think so now, but one day you will do great things. Just remember that your father and I always loved you, and we still do. Remember that. I love you, my daughter.
All my love,
Mom
At one point, I realized that the letter had become hard to read-and that was because of tear stains. They didn't just belong to my mother; some of them belonged to me.
For the next few weeks, life went on. It was dull; I went to classes, then to my corner, and sometime to the kitchens for food. When I saw my brother, I ran from him or anyone else that wanted to talk to me. When one of the Professors expressed concern for me, I told them I was fine and went about my business. Even Professor Snape showed some sympathy for me, I was, after all, his best student. Not that anybody knew other than him and me. That was my life pattern for most of my fifth year. Most.
Gulping as I remembered the last time I'd been here, I forced myself to knock on the door. Hardly a minute later, I was sitting across from Albus Dumbledore. "Miss Weasley, I have allowed you to do your own thing in hopes that you might recover," Indeed, I had recovered, but I liked keeping to myself, "I'm afraid I can no longer allow it.due to your brother's incessant worrying," at this I snorted, "But, I must say it is mostly because of one student's concern for you." I braced myself, waiting to hear Hermione or Harry or Colin or even Seamus, "Draco Malfoy."
Okay. I am officially completely confused. Anybody care to explain?
A/N: This is my first D/G fic. I hope you like it!!!!! Please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!