True Crimson
Chapter One: Cold Breeze
The girls eyes snapped open. She swore she had heard something outside her window, the same noise that had been waking her up throughout the night for the past two weeks. Her parents had listened at first, but no one else in the house heard it and when her father had slept on her floor two nights in a row to comfort her the noise didn't sound.
The girl lay motionless staring at the ceiling, terrified, her dark red hair strew around her pillow like a web. The noise sounded again. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing it would go away. She had never been able to work up the courage I'm her seven year heart to be able to look outside at what was causing the noise. Outside her window was as old oak tree however it could not possibly have been that causing the noise, for it always came so regularly and never random.
A cool breeze brushed over her face. She gasped. Her mum must have left the window open to let the heat out. She slowly moved her head to the left to stare at her window, curtains partially draped. It was certainly open, albeit only slightly, and she knew she had to close it. Or... It might get in. She waited for what seems like an hour before slowly slipping out of bed. She stood in the middle of the room, and slowly shuffled towards the window, the moon shining onto her face. Her breathing was shallow and fast, full of terror. She reached out, grappled the latch and...
Stopped. She didn't even breathe. Standing at the bottom of the tree was a figure, concealed by shadows but unmistakable. She let out a shriek and ran to her bed, diving under the duvet while sobbing for her parents. A commotion came from outside her door and in burst her father, and twin older brothers behind him. "What? Honey what is it?" Her father knelt beside her bed and stroked her hair to calm her down. The girl sobbed still. "There... There was a man... A man outside my window!" She cried. The twins walked over to the window and looked down. "Sis, there's nothing there! You woke us up for nothing!" One of them said, annoyed. Her father calmed her down, them sighed. "Boys, go back to bed." The twins headed back to their room, shutting the door behind them. Her father shut the window then lay down on the floor beside her bed. "Just go to sleep, sweetie. Daddy's here to look after you." This made her calm, so she shut her eyes and went to sleep.
The girl awoke again hours later to another kiss of cold air. She looked at her window; It was fully open. She gulped. It must of been her father, who else?
She reached down in the darkness beside her warm bed to touch her father, reassure herself, but found nothing. She hardly had time to register this before she was violently pulled from her bed and onto the floor by someone's cold, nailed hand. The person slammed the girl onto the floor and she cried at the crack her arm made, before noticing under her bed. Her father lay there, face full of terror but lacking of colour. His eyes where dead and was he. She screamed as the person lifted her up so they where face level. It was a man, covered in blood. He smiled, his teeth razor sharp, before opening his mouth and moving towards her neck.
Ginny Weasley let out a final, strangled, pained cry for help before the man but deep into her neck.