Sweetest
Chapter 1 - Trouble Sleeping
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I'm having trouble sleeping
You're jumping in my bed
Twisting in my head
Leave me
The Perishers - Trouble Sleeping
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The leaves blew quietly over the grassy ground, as young girl about 13 sat on a park bench staring at the sky, a wand in her hand. She seemed to be in a trance, her eyes barley open. Her dark, red hair flew around her face, the wind carrying it. She was whispering incoherently to the sky as if it was right above her.
"Ginny!" a woman shrieked, running to the girl.
The girl sat there, as she had before almost as if she hadn't heard the woman.
The women slid in front of her and shock her; the girl still didn't look as if she'd heard.
"Ginny! Wake up now!" the woman screamed.
There was a loud pop and an old man with an extremely long beard and glasses that only seemed to enhance the knowing look in his eye as he stood beside the woman.
"Molly, she will awaken only when she goes back to sleep." The man said in a voice that was neither happy, nor sad.
The woman nodded, shacking with fear for her daughter.
"Dumbledore," She whispered shakily, "Could you levitate her back inside?"
The man agreed and used his wand to levitate the girl into a large shabby house about a block away.
3 years later
Ginny Wesley sat on the same bench she had sat on 3 years ago; the only difference's being she was well awake and writing in a small light blue book with "Gin's Journal" scrawled across the front. It was sunny day out and she was laughing at a dumb picture she had drawn involving some stick people and an over sized monkey.
A boy with glasses was looking over her shoulder and grinning.
"Nice picture Gin," He said, making her jump about a foot in the air.
Her pale cheeks flushed a slight pink and she muttered a
"Thanks Harry."
Harry looked at her raising an eyebrow. Last summer he had really got to know her, but this summer she seemed distant and almost overly quiet.
"Are you alright?" He asked taking a seat beside her on the bench.
"Yeah, I'm great. How are you Harry?"
"I'm good, but that's not what I was talking about. Are you alright like are you feeling okay?"
She nodded her head vigorously, "I'm fine!"
"Okay, well I hope you know I'm… well I'm here for you if you need someone to talk to."
She arched her eyebrow, "Oh, well I'm great but thanks anyway Harry."
She got up and smiled at him, "It's getting windy out, you want to go home?"
He smiled back, "Yeah that'd be nice."
So the two teenagers walked back to the girl house commonly known as "the burrow". The girl thinking how nice it was to chat with someone but still feeling detached in some odd way.
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The weeks passed and soon enough it was time to go to school, Hogwarts.
Ginny was feeling rather annoyed at the summer that had gone by in such a flash.
The bright scarlet train blew a whistle and she walked throw the crowed station to find her parents and give them on last goodbye. She spotted her mother in the corner giving Ron what looked like a bone crunching hug, she ran to them and let her mom give her a hug as well as her dad.
Ginny hopped on the train and climbed into a compartment with Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Slowly getting bored at having to keep up the talking she turned to her journal.
Harry grinned at her from across the way, "Exited Gin?"
"I've gone to the same school for 5 years Harry, I think by now the excitement has sort of worn off." She said sarcastically opening her journal.
He nodded, "Yeah, for some reason I still get exited…"
She understood – well sort of. Hogwarts was a home, one of many 'Homes' she had. She thought that, more or less, people where homes. At Hogwarts she had her friends. Although she loved them dearly they weren't the sort of home she would want to be with forever and always. Her real home, the burrow, was where her Family lived. She loved them to, but when you had lived with your family most of your life once in awhile they just annoyed her and she needed to get away.
If you took people out of the homes though, they where just places, really. It wouldn't be Hogwarts without friends, and it wouldn't be the burrow without her family.
Going back to Hogwarts, this time felt like going back to something empty though she didn't know why.
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The welcome feast was the same as always. The first years got sorted; Dumbledore did his little sepal on, "not going near the forbidden forest bla bla bla."
Ginny sat beside Colin Creevey, whose life seemed to be centered on getting a good shot of Harry. She was seriously considering suicide. If he mentioned Harry's, "fine arse" again she was going to puke up the lovely supper she was currently devouring. Her crush on him had slowly deteriorated into a sort of odd friendship.
Staring up at the commotion around her she smiled slightly. Neville had just got mashed potatoes thrown in his face by some nasty Slytherin; Luna was currently shouting things like "The froogle is going to get you if you don't apologize!" Ron was talking to Harry and Hermione while completely ignoring Neville's distress; she guessed they'd have to be use to it by now. Dean and Seamus where chatting about quidditch, and could be heard arguing about it all the way from her seat which was almost half way down the long wooden table.
Everybody seemed to have someone they connected with, (two in Ron, Hermione and Harry's case.) someone that understood them. Staring up at the enchanted ceiling she wished maybe one day she would find a person like that.
"-So anyway I'm going to spy on Harry in the common room tonight you want to help?"
She glanced at Colin feeling almost sorry for him. What a life, chasing people around with a camera. She knew she couldn't do it. Dennis Creevy joined Collin and they started talking excitedly about the 'camp out'. Cross almost sorry for him out, she did feel sorry for him.
She had more than enough family members although she wasn't closer to one more than all of them they where just sort of there. They loved her unconditionally but when it came down to knowing everything about her, they where lost. How could you have such a large amount of family and friends and still feel completely lost and alone?
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She sat on the forest floor, waiting for him. She knew he'd be here soon. When he got here it would be the same horrible pain as usual.
Trying to run would be just stupid, and crying hadn't ever helped.
She sat, trying to think of how worse this could be.
And it could be worse, she knew from experience.
A stir in the bushes caught her attention and she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to lay them on the hideous thing.
"Oh Ginny?" A voice crocked.
Her eyes where forced open and all she saw was red before she screamed.
"Ginny!" her real eyes snapped open and her chest heaved as she realized where she was. In her dorm bed, Stacy Hollander sat with big round eyes staring down at her.
She rubbed her eyes feeling the slowly drying tears left behind from an awful dream.
"Are you aright?" Becky Mills asked
There where 4 girls gathered around her bed, each with the same frightened look on there faces.
"Do you want me to get McGonagall?"
The room stayed silent for a moment while she pondered over this.
"I'm fine." She said slowly, still out of breath like she'd run a marathon, "Just a bad dream is all."
"You where screaming something reached when you woke us up Gin!" Stacy commented
"Yes, I really think we should get a professor."
"No Jane, I'm really quite aright!"
This had happened last year to, she knew it was rally starting to scare the girls. Really, they where just dreams, nothing to be afraid about.
Finally she convinced the girls she was fine and told them to get some sleep.
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She laid awake for what seemed like hours in till alarm clocks started to ring and the tired girls got up.
She had a shower, got dressed and put on some light makeup, making sure to cover the large bags under her eyes with a handy spell.
The first class was potions. 'Goody,' she though to herself liking the idea of pretending she was sick but knowing she would never get away with it.
Besides if the girls thought she was sick they'd surly tell about the dreams. Ginny didn't much like the idea of being the center of attention and bugging Dumbledore over stupid things such as bad dreams.
Getting to the dungeons had always been quite scary. She didn't like how there weren't many lights and dim shadows played over the only light that was available.
She didn't know how Slytherins could be so creepy that they actually liked this sort of hell.
The shadows were, sadly, still as shadowy as ever as she walked down the freezing hallway.
Checking her timetable fro the room number she slide around a corner. Spotting something else she didn't really care for.
Malfoy was currently walking down the hallway, his goons walking after him like the ladies in waiting they where.
She snored, liking the sound of that.
He sneered at her she in turn stuck her tongue out at him. She swore he almost laughed at her immaturity but managed the restrain himself and continued glaring.
Skipping down the rest of the hallway just to annoy them she turned the corner. Miraculously she found the door to her potions room and people in her year waiting for the potions master.
Behind her was a swirl of black robe and Snape stood there pushing the teenagers out of the way, his greasy hair swinging not so merrily around his face.
"Come in!' He ordered
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I hope you liked it! I'll try and update regularly if this story really takes off. Sorry about the spelling and grammar. If you have a real problem with it there a solution, volunteer to be my beta! Lol. Review if you liked it please!
-Cinns
