A/N: Okay this was an assignment for my reading class and I decided to turn it into a fanfiction, so beware of OOCness. There's also the fact that my beta doesn't know I'm posting this or what it's about, so all mistakes are my fault.
Disclaimer: Looks around for a mirror excitedly. Nope, still not J.K. Rowling. Now, where did I put the Polyjuice Potion?
Dedication: Ron the Pygmy Puff and Bill the Hungarian Horntail (though I don't think Bill knows who she is.)
On with the show!
My feet pounded against the frozen snow-covered earth. Desperately, I attempted to out run my pursuer. Despite the chilly weather, I was sweating profusedly. Quickly, I dodged tree after tree. My breath danced in front of me in the frigid air. I was becoming increasingly tired each moment.
I stopped at the lake and leaned against a tree to compose myself to some extent. Gazing into the watery depths of the lake, my mind began to wander from the ongoing pursuit. This lake had always been by my home; well obviously, a lake can't get up and move, but this used to be a bit of a favorite hideout/hangout for me, even more so when I needed to be away from my brothers. Visions of them and me splashing and playing in the water on hot summer days flitted through my brain. Us just sitting on the bank with our bare feet in the water, trying not to be bored and spending time together.
I was brought out of my musings by the distant footsteps of my seeker. Scolding myself for letting time slip by me and getting distracted, I began to look for some where to hide. Surrounded my nothing but bare, dying elm trees, I became frantic and racked my brain for places I hid in my earlier years. The footsteps got closer, so I swiftly dived behind an ancient, knarled willow tree. As the sounds increased in volume, I shook in my anticipation, and the fact that I was freezing. Oh, how I wish to be somewhere warm!
Then, they stopped. I strained my ears to figure out where they where.
Suddenly, a mysterious force knocked me over, causing me to let out a resonating ,"Oof!"
"Got you, Gin! Tag, you're it!" my eldest brother Bill yelled with glee. I had stars spinning in front of my eyes, but I could just make out his large brown ones twinkling madly with mirth.
"Alright. Fine. You got me," I huffed as I pushed him off me.
"See, I told you ten was not too old to play tag!" Bill pronounced.
We promptly began to roll in the snow with laughter for no particular reason. We do that a lot, my brothers and I. Bill was speaking of my statement a few hours back that my age of ten was entirely too old to play tag.
"Okay, I'll give you it this time, but in about eight months I'll be eleven, then I'll be much too old!" I managed to say through chattering teeth. Now wet from the snow, I was even colder.
We got up off the ground and began to trudge up to the Burrow.
"Silly Ginny," Bill sighed, "I'm twenty and I love to play tag."
"Yes, well, your brain is a mystery."
After a few seconds he caught on and pouted, "Hey!"
I giggled a bit.
"Come on," I began, as Bill slung his arm around my shoulders, "if we don't hurry, Mum'll kill us."
I heard a faint shout of "Ginevra Molly! William Arthur!"
"Too late," Bill mumbled. Then getting excited, "I'll race you!"
This is how I spent time with my brothers.
A/N: Okay, so it wasn't really humor or supense, and the title didn't fit, but hey...
So please, please, please leave a review and tell me what you think!
Oh, and has any one else noticed that both my stories start with The? I'm sensing a trend starting...