Amor est Vitae Essentia Chapter 1: Running Away to Malfoy Manor, a harry potter fanfic

Hey guys, this is my first fanfic so try and go easy on me lol. Any reviews (good or bad) would be helpful…thanks heaps.

Amor est vitae essential: is latin for 'love is the essence of life'.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters created by JK Rowling (wish I did though :). Basically I don't own any of the characters except Alyssa. I don't own any of the song lyrics either. They're by Delta Goodrem from the songs 'A Little Too Late' and 'Running Away.'

Running Away to Malfoy Manor

'Ron, Harry, come on! We have to leave now or we'll be late for the party…and you know how annoyed Lavender gets when people aren't on time…' came Hermione's voice from down the hall.

'Ok 'Mione…we're coming,' grumbled Ron as he and Harry dragged themselves away from their game of wizard's chess and to where Hermione was waiting by the fireplace.

Ginny poked her head out from behind her bedroom door.

'Hey guys, do you mind if I come? I'm really bored and I have nothing else to do…' Ginny trailed off as she saw her brother and his friends trying not to laugh. Hermione cracked first and burst out laughing.

'Gin baby, you're just a little kid you would be totally out of place,' 'Mione said between fits of laughter.

'I'm only one year younger than you are!' countered Ginny as her temper rose quickly.

'Look sweetie, just go and play with your dolls or something… come on Harry, Ron we have to go,' said 'Mione.

'Right behind you 'Mione…Ron, don't forget the booze. Bye Ginny, have fun playing dress ups,' sniggered Harry and all three of them got in the fireplace and flooed to the party.

(They say) I'm a little to young to understand
But it's a little to late too hold my hand
You know I never subscribe to yes sir no sir
gonna learn gonna love gonna take my chance
It's a little too late for you to say
That I'm a little too young to feel this way

'I hate them!' thought Gin furiously as she stormed back into her bedroom. She slammed the door shut so hard that the walls shook and a picture fell off the wall. Gin strode over to it with the intention of hanging it back up until she saw what is was a picture of. It had been a favourite of hers when she was younger – a beautiful fairy sitting on a mushroom with glorious red hair. Now seeing the picture it infuriated her more because it reminded her of their teasing. Gin picked up the picture and hurled it across her room smiling satisfactorily as the frame smashed as it hit the opposite wall.

'Ginevra Weasley! Stop that racket at once and get down here immediately!' came her mother's screeching voice from downstairs.

Gin twirled, grabbed her wand, and ran down the stairs. She had had enough.

'Mother, I'm going out,' Gin yelled from the front door 'And no, I don't know what time I'll be back. Hell, I don't even know if I want to come back!'

'cause I just wanna be loved just wanna be heard
Be lost in the feeling standing here
At the door to my life
Now that day has arrived so loud and clear

If I want your help I'll say help me
I'm okay I'm alright won't you hear me loud and clear

'cause I just wanna be loved just wanna be heard
Be lost in the feeling standing here
At the door to my life
Now that day has arrived so loud and clear

'Oh no you don't young lady, it's after six and I wont have you wandering around the streets in the dark,' Molly Weasley called patronisingly from the kitchen.

'I'm not a little kid anymore mother! And I'm not putting up with this anymore! I'm 16 and until you and everyone else realise that I'm not your little baby anymore I'm not going to come back!' yelled Gin and as she caught her breath she whirled, walked out the door and onto the street.

As soon as her feet touched the pavement, she started running. Running from the torment her brother and his friends put her through, running from her patronizing mother and most of all running away from her old self.

I'm running away. Running away from you
Though I beg you to stay. I'm running away from you
I'm running away. From predictable
Miss reliable. So methodical
Wanna be individual. And original
So radical. And desirable

I close my eyes and make a wish for
Inner peace and tranquillity inside
My mind I feel it's changing
Breaking down the defences of my heart
It's like a new adventure
And this is my life
No longer know the girl inside
The stranger in my mind

Put a message in a bottle
Watch it sail across the ocean blue
So free of limitations
A vision I can only fantasize
I'm floating in a new direction
As this is my life

No longer know the girl inside
The stranger in my mind

Ten minutes later when she reached the nearby park Gin slowed and collapsed under a tree. She leant against the trunk catching her breath as sobs wracked her small frame. But she wouldn't let herself cry. No, Ginevra never cried.

She had had enough. She wanted out. But she didn't know what to do. She wanted to change drastically to prove to everyone that she wasn't a little girl any longer. But she didn't know how to do it.

Then something hard collided with Gin's head. She was knocked sideways and hit her head on a protruding tree branch.

'Oh, sorry hon,' said a girl's voice with a distinct American accent.

'It's alright, it's not as if my day can get any worse,' said Gin as she sat up rubbing the side of her head.

The girl was the most striking that Gin had ever seen. She had long black hair, stormy grey-blue eyes and a really great body. She was wearing a short black ruffled mini skirt that showed off her long toned legs and an off the shoulder dark blue top.

The girl saw something in Gin's face that made her stop and she crouched down next to her.

'Hey hon, whats wrong?' she asked.

'Whats wrong! Don't you mean whats right?' asked Gin in an exasperated voice. 'I hate myself, I hate my life and to top it off I just ran away from home and I can't, I won't go back because that's exactly what they'll expect me to do. I'm sick of doing what people expect and want me to do and I'm sick of being treated like a little kid.'

'Woah, hold up there,' interrupted the girl 'you haven't even told me your name.'

'Its Ginevra, but people call me Gin,' said Gin.

'My name's Alyssa, but you can call me Lyssa,' said Alyssa. 'Now I have a proposition for you. I don't know about you but I'm freezing so lets finish this conversation somewhere slightly warmer. And you say that you can't go home so how about you come back to my place and we'll try to sort you out a bit…You sound in need of some serious girl talk'

'Are you being serious?' exclaimed Gin leaving her mouth slightly open because she was unused to such open friendliness.

'Yeah, 'course, I wouldn't have said it otherwise,' laughed Alyssa smiling widely.

'Thanks so much,' replied Gin jumping up to hug the slightly taller girl.

'Let's get moving then. It's a while away and we don't want to turn into ice blocks before we get there…' said Alyssa.

About 20 minutes later Alyssa and Gin rounded a corner and came to a halt in front of a gorgeous white mansion. Alyssa walked up to the gate and placed the palm of her hand on the scanner. The gate slowly opened and Gin gasped in shock.

'Holy shit Lyssa, you live here! Your parents own this place!'

Alyssa laughed, amused at Gin's reaction 'Nah Gin, I wish hey. This is my uncle's house, my parents live in America. I'm staying with my uncle until school goes back because I've got a year long exchange here.'

As Gin and Alyssa passed through the wrought iron gates Gin failed to notice that the iron spelt out the words Malfoy Manor.

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