Who is the Chosen one?
This is a strange twist on the tale but I like it so please review. It's quite short so let me know on anything you would like me to add. Next chapter coming soon I promise
When Ginny Weasley woke up on her 5th birthday, she didn't know that anything had changed. Sure, her room looked different. The wallpaper was gone and her toys no longer scattered the floor. She got up and felt around for her slippers. They were no longer by her bed. She knew only one way of finding them. " MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM" she yelled. No answer. She tried again. No answer. What was happening? Was it all a dream?
She had never truly understood what it meant to feel alone. But now she knew. At this moment there was only one thing to do, it was time to do something she was yet to dare to do. She had to do it.
She left her room behind and ran to find Ron. He wasn't there. Ginny new it was time to break her mother's rules. She ran to the front door and flung it open. "MUMMY" she cried into the cloudy night. Her head was burning in agony. Suddenly she heard a voice from the bushes. "Ginny come here, and be quiet" whispered the voice she knew to be Ron's.
Quickly walking to the hedge, Ginny was grabbed and pulled inside. "Freddie" she said. "Where Mummy go 'out me?" Her brothers exchanged a frightened look. It was Percy who said "Mums gone away Ginny". She looked at him with her brown eyes. It wasn't a look of understanding but a look of fear.
Her brothers led her into the house and through the remaining clothes into a small battered bag and then packed some food. Ginny could sense a long journey ahead. Where were they going and why?
