"Ah, the little Weasley hiding in the bushes. What too scared to fight? Ha! Well I'll have to kill you then!"
"Lucius Malfoy. Ah yes! I remember you. How could I forget? You're the one that tried to sell me to tom in my first year"
"How very clever little girl"
"Yes, I am rather clever, aren't I, Malfoy"
"Well, that's a shame, I'll have to finish off the dark lord's work for him."
"What work would that be exactly?"
"I think you know!"
A jet of light left his wand and hit the girl in her stomach. She doubled over, before gracefully falling to the floor. Her back smacked the ground of the forest, followed by her head. Lucius Malfoy stood and laughed, then ran deeper into the forest.
Ginny Weasley lay on the floor. She did something strange then. It didn't feel right. She felt too...light. She rose up and hovered. Hovered? She thought, she'd never been able to hover before!
There was a rustle in the bushes behind her, she snapped around. It was a boy. He was very dirty, but you could just make out his platinum blond hair. Draco Malfoy. He saw her and stumbled backwards.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, genuinely not knowing.
"Weasley..."
"It's Ginny"
"Ginny, y...y.. You're.. de..dead!"
"WHAT?"
"You're not alive, you've passed on"
"No I haven't, I'm stood here talking to you"
"Well actually, I think you're a ghost, though you don't really look like one"
She looked down. He was right. She was a ghost, well sort of. She didn't look much like a ghost. Nothing like the ghosts up at the castle. Instead of being a pearly blue colour, she was a bright white. She held out her hand and found that she could look right through it. She looked down. Her body lay on the floor. He was right. She was dead.
"Well, now that we've established that I'm.........dead. What are you doing?"
"Running"
"RUNNING?"
"Yes, keep your voice down."
And he ran on. She followed him. She wasn't exactly running, or walking, she was....... drifting. Her legs ended in a white mist that trailed behind her. She had nothing else to do, so she went after him.
She whispered in his ear "don't go that way"
"Why not?"
"Well, it depends whether you want to run into a load of deatheaters or not"
"Go away"
"What! Not even a' thank you Ginny you're so wonderful and.....'"
"dead?"
"Yes.....no!"
"But you are"
"I know, but you don't have to rub it in."
She decided to drift back to her body and let him get on with his cowardly running. She sat on a log. Which surprised her. She thought she'd just go right through it, but she didn't. The ghosts at school were able to, but she was kind of.........solid. She went onto the floor and as her...mist...hit the ground she found she had feet! She was a solid, white ghost. Odd!