A/N: Hello to all! Alright I would like to begin by apologizing about my
story "Only Time Will Tell". My life went into this crazy spin end of May
(when I last updated) and I had 0 time to write and I also was at this
awful stopping point. I had the worst writer's block for that story. I
backed myself into a corner. Anyways, I have been thinking about this plot
for about 2 weeks.and I hope you all enjoy it (
Disclaimer: PLEASE. Like I own Harry Potter. As if! (sorry.saw Clueless again the other day). The brilliant characters and what not belongs to JK Rowling. I just play around with them in my world..hehe. OH and the title I got from a song that was popular maybe 5 years ago. Anyone know who sang it? Hehe.
"Every Day Is A Winding Road"
Prologue, A Harry Potter fan fiction by ShortNsweet
The beginning of summer was always amazing. The sunrise in the morning was always breathtaking and as the day proceeded the sun would always hang high in the sky beating it's burning hot rays down on the people below. The grass was a bright green; the leaves on trees were just as brilliantly green. Flowers were beautiful shades of colors and always stood tall in the early morning, but mid day would droop due to the burning sun. The quaint village of Hogsmeade always seemed to make summer more incredible. Maybe it was the bustle of people down the streets, or the adorable little cottages that lined the streets farther past all the shops, or maybe it was the feeling that lingered in the air that suggested something was going to happen. Something unexpected. Something special. This summer season especially. Since Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort a year before, there was a certain feeling of celebration in the air.
Ginny Weasley inhaled the fresh early morning summer air as she stood on her front porch with a mug of steaming tea. She lived in a small cottage right on the edge of Hogsmeade and had a fabulous view of people coming into town to do their shopping. Madam Rosmerta waved to Ginny as she bustled towards the Three Broomsticks to open up for the day. Ginny smiled back and she felt quite content. Not only did she love summer, but she also loved the way things were in her life at the moment. She held a steady job working at the local bookstore, Dickens and Reed. She loved where she lived, and while she didn't always get along with her mother, she loved her family as well. Two days earlier she had attended Charlies wedding to a lovely woman named Charlotte Danillya. It was nice to see her whole family together and happy. But while Ginny was at the wedding, she couldn't help but feel that there was something missing from her life. Something, that for some reason, she'd always run from. Love. Ginny was the only woman at the wedding that did not come with a date. Her mother gave her a withering look when she had entered the church alone and Ginny brushed it off. Her mother was always trying to set her up with various young wizards and Ginny always turned her down. During the war it was easy to give her mother an excuse of how it was unsafe to get close to any man in fear of putting herself in danger. Her mother had accepted that, but as soon as Voldemort had been defeated and the war had ended her mother began pushing her to find a man again. Ginny let out a sigh as she thought about how horribly sad it was to have her own mother trying to find her a mate. She always figured that love would find her and that she didn't need to go searching for it. But lately, it felt as though everything in her life was piecing itself together, like a puzzle, only there was one piece missing.
Disclaimer: PLEASE. Like I own Harry Potter. As if! (sorry.saw Clueless again the other day). The brilliant characters and what not belongs to JK Rowling. I just play around with them in my world..hehe. OH and the title I got from a song that was popular maybe 5 years ago. Anyone know who sang it? Hehe.
"Every Day Is A Winding Road"
Prologue, A Harry Potter fan fiction by ShortNsweet
The beginning of summer was always amazing. The sunrise in the morning was always breathtaking and as the day proceeded the sun would always hang high in the sky beating it's burning hot rays down on the people below. The grass was a bright green; the leaves on trees were just as brilliantly green. Flowers were beautiful shades of colors and always stood tall in the early morning, but mid day would droop due to the burning sun. The quaint village of Hogsmeade always seemed to make summer more incredible. Maybe it was the bustle of people down the streets, or the adorable little cottages that lined the streets farther past all the shops, or maybe it was the feeling that lingered in the air that suggested something was going to happen. Something unexpected. Something special. This summer season especially. Since Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort a year before, there was a certain feeling of celebration in the air.
Ginny Weasley inhaled the fresh early morning summer air as she stood on her front porch with a mug of steaming tea. She lived in a small cottage right on the edge of Hogsmeade and had a fabulous view of people coming into town to do their shopping. Madam Rosmerta waved to Ginny as she bustled towards the Three Broomsticks to open up for the day. Ginny smiled back and she felt quite content. Not only did she love summer, but she also loved the way things were in her life at the moment. She held a steady job working at the local bookstore, Dickens and Reed. She loved where she lived, and while she didn't always get along with her mother, she loved her family as well. Two days earlier she had attended Charlies wedding to a lovely woman named Charlotte Danillya. It was nice to see her whole family together and happy. But while Ginny was at the wedding, she couldn't help but feel that there was something missing from her life. Something, that for some reason, she'd always run from. Love. Ginny was the only woman at the wedding that did not come with a date. Her mother gave her a withering look when she had entered the church alone and Ginny brushed it off. Her mother was always trying to set her up with various young wizards and Ginny always turned her down. During the war it was easy to give her mother an excuse of how it was unsafe to get close to any man in fear of putting herself in danger. Her mother had accepted that, but as soon as Voldemort had been defeated and the war had ended her mother began pushing her to find a man again. Ginny let out a sigh as she thought about how horribly sad it was to have her own mother trying to find her a mate. She always figured that love would find her and that she didn't need to go searching for it. But lately, it felt as though everything in her life was piecing itself together, like a puzzle, only there was one piece missing.