My Immortal
Category: Drama, Action/Adventure, Mystery, Romance, Humor
Keywords: My Immortal
Spoilers: Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone, Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, Order of the Phoenix
Rating: PG-13 (Soon to be NC-17, maybe next fanfic?)
Summary: Alternative Universe What happens if you've just crossed the line between the allowed and the forbidden? And you felt that someone had torn a part of you? Somehow had a part of someone you'd never thought you've had. You've got to make the choice: Past or Present? Remember that those who forget their Past will walk its path again. And those who linger on the Past and stay ignorant of the Present will never be called living at all.
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: In short, I do not own Harry Potter at all! How very miserable to think but well, I'll live.
A/N: POV Person's Point of View, Italicized words thoughts. "--" what a person is saying.
Chapter One: I'm so tired of being here
September again. Time to go to Hogwarts… Ginny Weasley, a fifth year, thought about her life as a student there.
Yes, it has been a while… She thought. Yet, I can still remember him…
Staring out the window, she sighed and kept her eyes and the steadily growing darkness that enveloped the vehicle. The sky seemed to have had a connection on her mood. At lost. She was once again with the same group: The Golden Trio, Harry, Hermione and Ron. Only now, they were with Neville and Luna. She glanced sideways at Harry, who was quite pissed off but annoyingly happy at the same time because his friends are happy (well, it would seem quite obvious, don't you think?). That left him and Ginny being a little bit out of place in the said compartment. Yet he did really resemble him… His hair, his stature, his being secretive and all… But why can't I like Harry again? Is it because of him? It can't be. She thought… A few moments before she realized that she was now sitting next to Harry without her being noticed. She blushed… I don't like Harry… I just hero-worshipped him… Why? But, I just can't get over this thing! As Hermione pointed quite clearly! Ginny huffed in utter annoyance. Well, you can't blame her, being too carried away on what she says, she's quite happy snuggling with your big stupid brother, you know. Let them be.
"Hey, Ginny. Are you still here or out somewhere?" asked Harry. He must've noticed her annoyance too. Flushed in the face, he seemed to have been totally embarrassed at the well…
"Oh… Huh? Err—still here. Just musing over some things… Being back to Hogwarts and all…" She said, laughing weakly.
"You know, I think we need to leave this place… I mean, you can't obviously want to see Ron… Oh no! Guys!" Harry's eyes widened at the sight of his best friends, but merely looked away and continued. "Right, let's get out of here!"
"I thought you wouldn't say that. Come on." Ginny agreed, sighing in relief. (Or was it really relief? Both stood up and left the already steamy compartment. "Those two couples are really out of their minds!"
"They are, when they're in love…" Harry whispered… Ginny whipped her head around to look more clearly at Harry. She never heard him in that kind of voice before…
Wait! Is that really Harry? thought Ginny. It can't be! Oh no! I hate this part of conversation! Especially with him… Harry halted by Ginny's side and opened a door she never knew was there. She looked at Harry again, questioning this rather—odd behaviour.
"Ginny. This seems to be the perfect time. We need to talk…" Harry said facing her, Blue met Green. Then, Ginny looked down and briefly said 'Yes' and went inside the compartment, followed closely by Harry. This is going to be REALLY complicated. She thought. There was a little space in the compartment. Ginny settled herself in the only row of seat while Harry stood in front of her.
"So, what is it that you wanted to say so badly? If you want to snap them out of their, well… activities, I'd gladly help!" she said, trying to fetch away the tension.
Harry smiled weakly. "It's not that, Gin." Since when did you start to call me Gin? She thought. Harry moved a little bit closer. (As if there's still a space in that area!)
"There's something that's been bothering—well… " Harry struggled to say. Ginny felt something rather out-of-place in this one. What would Harry want to say that he can't say to Ron? Or even Hermione? Ginny thought. Harry looked at his knees and seems to be fighting the urge to stand up and run for it.
"Err— what's been bothering… you? Why can't you say it to Ron and Hermione, Harry? Is it something bad? Well… It's okay. Tell me." She said earnestly… Finally, after moments of silence, he looked up.
"Erm… I wanted to tell—err…" he murmured now. His eyes was really hard to catch and because his gaze always shifts every now and then. An inch now…Finally, Harry looked up at Ginny and did what Ginny thought seem to have nagged her for a very long time during the train ride. "This." Harry was kissing her. Kissing Ginny as though he'd been wanting to for ages… Of course Ginny would fall for him… Her lips parted as she gave permission for his tongue to make contact with hers… Harry's hands found Ginny's waist and brought her to his lap as Ginny found Harry's neck and pulled him closer… Tongue-tied, she could taste him… This is what she'd been waiting for…
'Virginia… No… You're mine… I'm yours… Don't… Come back to me…' said a voice so familiar to Ginny.
Tom! Her eyes fluttered open and immediately pulled back from Harry.
"What?! Gin—I" Harry, startled, stuttered…
"I-I'm sorry… Ha—Harry… I…" She mumbled and ran out of there as fast as she could. Never wanting to look back at what she had just missed. The only thing in her mind now was one word… TOM.
Harry sat there completely shocked.
What was I thinking? She's Ginny, for Merlin's sake! She's Ron's sister, ONLY sister. And besides, she's like a sister to me…
But another voice inside Harry's head retorted. Really? Or maybe Ron's your brother because you'd like to be his brother-in-law? It was a total chaos in Harry's mind. Be Ginny's older brother. The other voice said: No!! Be Ginny's The One. Frustrated to no end, he closed his eyes and seized control. Now that's just it! Make up your mind Harry!! It's now or never. And with that as a final thought, he dashed out of the compartment and went to find Ginny.
This is wrong! Completely wrong! That was her chance to finally get what she wants—or so she thought. She was starting to get angry with herself again.
Now Virginia. I'm still here, not far behind but always behind you, ready to catch you… You know that. Tom's voice echoed to her head.
No! You're nothing but a memory! NOTHING! Stay out of my mind! Go away! Ginny shouted at the back of her mind. She ran just to stay out of Harry's sight. Another embarrassing moment then. Just like when I send that dratted poem. What was I thinking back then?
Well… I told you not to continue on having a fancy with The-Boy-Who-Suck, but yet you insisted. You could've been with me. Could've agreed in taking your 'life source' for a while and when I got the perfect chance I would certainly bring you back and everything would be fine… For Us… Just you and me together Virginia… That cold voice seemed to his again and Ginny could just see Tom's face looking down on her with that very same look on him. She shook her head. It seemed as if she wanted to explode but couldn't. It's been years since that happened. I want you out of my mind! But you kept on breaking my dreams…you gave me nightmares Tom. When will you ever leave me? I told you, I don't trust you anymore. You just used me to take over. You used me as a 'life source' for you to stay alive. You even made me go roam the school back then with that monster of yours. Ginny shuddered at the memory. Tears started to well in her eccentric blue eyes. Sobs started from her and she felt a great lump in her throat… No not here, not yet Ginny… Wait 'till we get to the Girl's bathroom… She urged herself. When…
"Ginny!! Ginny! Wait!" the voice of none other than Harry called out.
Never wanting him to see her in such a state, she ran. Ran as fast and as far as she could away from him. But where would she go? She just missed the Girl's bathroom because of her panic. Then, she found an empty compartment—or so she though-- and got in quickly, sealed and bolted it, locked it. She sat down without even bothering to look when she felt something hard—"What the…" she exclaimed as she jumped back up.
"It's so nice of you to have noticed me, Weaselette," the oh-so-high-and-mighty Draco Malfoy drawled, with his annoying smirk plastered on his aristocratic face. Ginny was completely disoriented but then snapped back to reality when she saw Malfoy snigger. She crossed her arms protectively and raised an eyebrow, but in the inside, still wondering what the hell was she going to do next. I've got nothing to say really. It's just my stupid luck, of all people in a compartment, to ever go to Draco Malfoy's! She angrily thought to herself."Well? It's so nice to have such a beautiful and enticing young woman such as yourself…" Malfoy continued, "So, what exactly do you want? Because barging in and sealing, bolting and double-locking the door means something, combined that it was done by a very dissatisfied vixen."
"Bugger off Malfoy; I'm not in the mood…" Ginny snapped. She straightened herself and seemed to want to go back out but thought better of it. She hesitated
"Well, well, well… What seems to be the predicament of Mon fleur fille? Come, I'm not going to bite you… Though it seems to be my idea of things…" Malfoy said, patting the now empty seat beside him, where he got rid of his pack of goods that Ginny sat down earlier… Ginny looked suspiciously at him but then, gave up the struggle to fight him and just sat down.
I'll always be beside you Virginia… Soon… That was the last thing Ginny heard from the back of her mind… Tom… Then, tears that welled-up earlier now spilled out and messed her mascara. Making a splendid effect on her face that made her more beautiful and emphasis in her eyes… Malfoy noticed this and began to break the silence…
"So, are you just going to sit here and cry out your eyes next to me or you can release that 'thing' whatever that was that you're thinking right now? I do good things sometimes too Weaselette. Even to traitors such as yourselves…"
"Yeah, right. Being good indeed. Your help doesn't do me any good right now… At least bare with me and just let me take refugee here for a while until that dunderhead is completely gone." She said. Dunderhead? No! Harry's not a dunderhead. She noted herself.
"Really? Take refugee here when you can take refugee much more comfy with my arms around you and a little bit cosy and warmer if…" But what Malfoy would've offered was then totally lost because the door opened instantaneously and a man, at least same age as Malfoy's came in. He got the same features as Malfoy's in general. Got a silver blond hair, pointy face, lean stature, very aristocratic and plastered on his face was one of the trademark Malfoy smirk. But he was a bit taller and not oh-so-pale as the rest of the Malfoys…
"Cut that Draco, your pissing the lady. Not the kind of manners than I expected…" He said. "Milady, I'm Daryll Thomas Malfoy, a second distant cousin of yours truly." Daryll took Ginny's right hand and kissed it like a gentleman.
"Yech. Tom, that's completely disgusting! Can't you see she's a good-for-nothing-dirty-poor-muggle-loving Weasel?" Malfoy exclaimed. At that remark, Malfoy instantaneously received a satisfying slap from Ginny that will make Hermione ran out of her money.
"Well, there's nothing wrong with her. Even if she's a Weasley, she's a complete charmer. Plus that nice performance of hers, I'm sure men will bleed for her. My I ask your name please, Milady?" Daryll said, looking straight into Ginny's eyes.
Something's vaguely familiar with Daryll's eyes—"Virginia Molly Weasley. Thank you for your compliment by the way… uhmm" she said politely.
"Tom, call me Tom. Can I call you Virginia then?" Tom said.
"If you insist… I must go now before Malfoy here gets another one from me. Nice meeting you again, Tom." She said. And with that, she left the compartment with Tom standing, pleased with himself and Draco completely disoriented by the slap.
With Harry out of Ginny's mind because of the entertainment done by Malfoy's cousin, she got back at the Golden Trio's compartment only to find Hermione, Luna, Parvati and Lavender talking happily. "There you are Ginny! We've been worried! Harry and Ron were looking all over for you. Where have you been?" asked Hermione.
"It's a very, very long story actually… But—uhmm— Hermione, I was with two blonde Slytherins in a compartment for the last Merlin knows how many minutes." Ginny said very fast so it wouldn't be that hard to tell. However, Hermione got the wind of it and—"YOU WHAT?!" Hermione nearly got to her feet…
"Geez, calm down 'Mione. I'm completely fine. Thanks to Malfoy's second cousin Daryll Malfoy. Got any scoop about him? He's completely nice. An exact opposite of Draco Malfoy if I must say," Ginny continued, "What?"
"We didn't think it was really Malfoy, you know." Lavender said, "To think, if there are any handsome blonde Slytherins left, Pav and me should've known them first! Not you—"
"I do. I know there are two almost identical Malfoys." Hermione cut out whatever Lavender might've said, "Care to explain?"
The compartment went silent. The other girls didn't react that much of Hermione because they couldn't say anything at all. They just listened. After Ginny explained some of the things that had happened, Hermione went on about what she knows.
"Well, he's from America, Second Cousin of Draco Malfoy. His parents died unknown cause. So he inherited almost three-fourths of the whole Malfoy-Amour money and properties. I don't know which school he went to first but he's here for his sixth year. So, he's in our level…Well, I've got so much to tell but do you honestly think I'd rather talk much than listen to you guys?" Hermione said in a couple of minutes…
"No. You know, you could make an international library out of that brain of yours, 'Mione" said Parvati.
"Very funny… Is that all Hermione? How come he's nice with me if he's a Malfoy then?" Ginny asked….
There came no answer as Harry and Ron were back. Parvati and Lavender bade goodbyes to them after a while. Harry and Ginny avoided each other's eyes… Ginny's mind was full of questions… Who's the real Daryll Thomas Malfoy? Why does he remind me of Tom so much? Was he really that nice or was it something else? Ginny went back to her gloomy self when she realized… You maybe are right Tom… I can't get away… I'm bitter because of it…
I'm so tired of being here…
Author's Note: PLEASE REVIEW! I've revised this fanfic because it certainly needs to be edited... Heh.
Author's Note 2: Next chapter, Ginny faints, muwahahaha! Please review, 'kay? Thanks!