Dreams of Darkness
By Dark Mage
Author's Note: my first Harry Potter ficcie… I hope you like it! I'm not quite sure where this is going, except that there's going to be A LOT of angst. Wow, a big change for me…
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. My name is not JK Rowling. As a matter of fact, I don't even have a J or a K (or an I or a G) in my name. I don't live in England, either.
Oh, Starry, I'm borrowing the curtains for this one too.
{Curtains up!}
Darkness all around. An even darker shape slid towards her. A Dementor! It was too close… She couldn't breathe… So cold…
Ginny Weasly sat bolt upright in bed, shaking and sweating. That was the third time this month she had had that dream. And every time she would wake at exactly the same time: 4:00 in the morning. And she never got back to sleep.
Ginny untangled herself from her bed sheets and stalked to the open window. She stuck her head out, letting the cool night breeze play through her hair, enjoying its soothing touch. Suddenly, looking down onto the lawn, she saw several dark shapes slinking towards the school. They were coming from the Forbidden Forest.
Ginny choked. Dementors! They were coming to get her! That dream must have been trying to tell her something, that they were coming for her. But what had she done wrong? Why were they coming for her, of all people?
Panicking, she shut the window with a loud snap! and ran down to the Common Room. The fire was burning low in the grate, and she hurredly stoked it up again, needing some sort of light. The lamps wouldn't be lit until the morning, when everyone started waking up.
Ginny curled herself into a ball; knees tucked up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, chin resting on her knees. Trembling, she put her back to the fire and stared into the flickering shadows surrounding her. The stairs leading to the boys' rooms creaked. A mouse scurried under a table, its claws clicking on the floor. At each new noise, Ginny tensed, ready to run if she needed to.
Suddenly, the portrait hole creaked open, and three black shapes, hooded and cloaked, glided into the room. Ginny jumped up and prepared to run, then remembered belatedly that it would have done her well to have brought her wand downstairs. The three figures came closer. Ginny started to shiver. Suddenly she blacked out, and the dark figures stooped over her, and threw back their hoods.
{curtains down!}
End Note: O_o yeah… That scared me. More coming soon, I'll update this every other week, every week if possible (don't get your hopes up. I'm working on three other things right now}. Much thanks to Metallica, Nirvana, and Marilyn Manson for good music that gives me weird ideas. Like this. And, yeah. I'll shut up now.