Authors Note:Well here it is the first chapter in my first fan-fic. Well this will hopefully draw you into the story and leave you wanting more and to know how this came to be. Probably wont work but, oh well I gave it my best shot. Hope you like this is a tad bit dramatic for an opening but, then again I'm just a TAD bit dramatic for a start. Well have fun and enjoy.
Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me I'm not J. K. Rowling... or Am I ... HAHAHAHAHA... ahem... well now that I got that over with I only own the story line and some odd new characters I just might fell like tossing into the mix. Au're voir
A Slave of Time
Prologue: Into Mind and Body
Time is something we never seem to have enough of. A tricky little buger that can be deathly slow or painstakingly quick, it can jump back and forth torturing those of us who are bound by it. It's always there in the back of our minds driving us, pushing us forward, never letting us slow down. Some live by time, others love by time, and yet some seem to be unaffected by time at all, but for others time is their death, torturing them into no-existence.
For young Ginny Weasley the last was true. Time seemed to have faded away all together, trapping her in a horrible cycle of pain and abandonment. It was against her she couldn't move because time had stopped the universe, the world no longer spun, nor will the sun set or moon rise, no living thing moved. She sat there unable to move as she watched him, his eyes that had always looked at her so lovingly, and were always followed by gentle caresses. She watched as those eyes which she had come to know and love so well, lost there light as the one they belonged slowly began to slip away from her, his breath coming in shallow pants.
She wanted so desperately to reach out and caress him, hold him, kiss him, make it better, but she couldn't, he was leaving her and there was nothing she could do about it. She just sat there as blood, seeped from her forehead and tears leaked mercilessly from her eyes. She sat there bond in time unable to move as her love wasted away before her very eyes, slowly darkening as they pleaded with her to help. But she could not she just sat back and watched him die.
Finally he gave up, he let himself slip away into the darkness that was pressing in on him form the corners of his eyes. He fell into the blackness as his body fought to live.
Draco Malfoy fell away, his dreams on the beautiful young woman who had been staring down at him so hurt, and forsaken. This was the one thing that kept his body fighting, he had to make it, if only so he could make that despair that left her eyes hollow disappear, he loved her and he would let nothing tear them apart, especially something as trivial as death get in his way.