Endless Waltz
Summery Ginny Weasly couldn't tell anyone how she was feeling. The stress and detachment from those around her weighed her beyond the point of copeing, not to mention the unexplainable dreams of a dance with a stranger. Could this stranger be the key to her release?
Warning Ranges from cute fluff to dark angst...youve been warned. Also, this takes place in Ginny's 6th year of Hogwarts and does not follow the plot of the book perfectly...
Original Plot by Renegade Ghost (me! )
Chapter 1. Waking
Her mind was not with her body, it was somewhere else, locked away from even herself. As the rain splattered mercilessly against the window pane, it seemed to be the only sound echoing inside the small room with the four post bed, decored in scarlet and trimmed in gold. Yet the medolic rythem of the raindrops never reached her ears. Instead he filled her thoughts, and the enchanting waltz wrapped itself around her, taking her far from where she was suppose to be. Her scarlet gown enveloped her completely as she stood in the center of the ball room and her firey red ringlets fell softly around her porcelean face and down her back. The chandelier dimly lit the room and the piano slowly harmonized with the voilen, without the need for hands behind the keys. Atop the ivory stairs, he looked down apon her, and she looked up at him. He was as she remembered, dark yet oddly irrisitable. His top hat and coat where as black as his eyes and in one hand he held his cane, and in the other the tail of his deep emerald cloak. He was the image of perfection and her eyes could not help but take him in, however his face was unknown to her for it was concealed behind a black velvet mask that extended from his forehead to tip of his nose. He glided down the stairs without effort and took her hand in his own with one motion, carefully leading her into the dance she knew all to well. They spun and twirled and moved with eachother to the sound of the soft music and the flickering candles cast their shadows against the windowless walls. To her time seemed to have stopped, however it was moving at post haste, for in no time a large grandfather clock with a numberless face chimmed deeply, disturbing the soft music and their dance came to an end. Yet suddenly the candels died instantly as if a strong wind and had breathed them out and the walls and floor began to fade away, leaving darkness in their wake. And the piano, who had sung so beautifuly disapeared into nothingness with the violen. He stood there, his eyes on her as he backed away. Her dream had ended and her nightmare began when she tried to run after him but could not take one step farther then where he had left her. She reached out her hand but he was one step to far for her to reach and she soon found herself alone.
Ginny Weasly woke up with a start, her firey red hair clung to her sweat drenched face and the white cotton sheets adheased to her body. She sat up and gently cradeled her head in her hands, it was the third time this week she was visited by her masked stranger, and it was the third time she woke up sweat drenched and dazed. Hugging her downy white pillow she allowed the rain to lull her into a dreamless slumber.
Authors Note: Just an intro...if I get enough reviews, maybe i'll even put up the next chapter lol