MoonPrancer's thoughts: Or Author's notes as they're typically called, I thought I'd spice it up a bit :P

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The usual elements of my writing include dark and angst themes, alongside the possibility of sensitive topics and themes being explored within my stories. I'm warning you now so you can be aware when you're reading my work, that mind tainting may occur.

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Chapter 1

A Voice of Returning

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Pants from an out of breath soul lingered throughout the third floor of Hogwarts castle as Ginny Weasley made her way to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, in a rather swiftly manner. It wasn't because she was late for that lesson, it can actually be blamed on her wishes to 'accidentally' bump into someone who would be emerging from that room any second now.

Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived, the wizard who was also recently known as The Boy Who Lies since the majority refused to believe his announcement of the dark lord returning and gaining power once more.

The very same person who had been the object of her affection since she was ten years old, the individual who made her cheeks flush a bright scarlet with just his visual presence. The lad who was the encouragement behind her neatening her hair and checking her appearance in a window nearby as her breathing slowly returned to a normal rate. She miserably sighed at the sight of her chin that was currently plagued with a red lump of teenage acne that had appeared three days ago, and had yet to show a sign of making it's departure from her skin any time soon. It also didn't help that her face had chosen to resemble a warm and sweaty tomato, her punishment for running the entire distance between the dungeons and here.

"That's what you get for running in the corridors," several portraits, that had witnessed her urgent rush of a journey, scorned and sneered at her with an ingredient of an I told you so solution mixed within the potion of their voices. The same images had reminded her that she was breaking the school rules three floors ago.

Ginny ignored them as her eyes failed to leave her identical twin in the window, feeling a little more relaxed when her complexion started to return to it's normal state of a pink toned pale shade. That close to calm sensation soon became banished from reality when she noticed a small black smudge that sat beneath her thick black eyelashes. They weren't usually thick and black, her lashes were usually thinner and a much lighter colour of cinnamon. This alter of appearance resulted from Mr Potter being the one who involuntarily, made Ginny think that she had to start wearing make-up daily, in attempt to enhance her features and catch his eye. Despite how much effort wiggling a wand through her eyelashes was, and how many times she had nearly blinded herself by poking her eye with eye-liner, she wouldn't stop, she was desperate for him to be hers.

Ginny licked her finger and vigorously rubbed it under her eyes. She didn't even like make-up that much, nor was she able to apply it correctly without harming herself. She had also never learnt the secret of how to avoid looking like a panda bear by the end of the evening.

Previous to the start of this school year, Ginny had only worn make-up once before, but that was just to look nice for a special occasion, and she didn't even do it herself, a friend had dolled her up for the yule ball that had been held last Christmas. Ginny had to admit though that she did like what her friend had done for her, it was amazing to feel like a princess for the first time. But the redhead would have normally been too active to keep her make-up neat all day, plus she was too much of a sleep lover to get up early every morning to apply it.

But the fantasies of Harry being her boyfriend, entering the realms of reality, were much more important to her, she would do anything to win his heart.

She groaned in panic as the smudge only enhanced during her effort to clear it away, her face would give anyone the impression that she had been punched in the eye. Ginny's ears then made her aware that the students had been dismissed from the classroom she was waiting outside of. She forgot all about her cosmetic disaster as fifth years of the lion and serpent houses began to crowd the corridor, with looks of boredom and frustration upon their faces. The expected expression when having to endure a class when someone like Umbridge taught it.

Hermione was the first to leave of course, always the eager one to go straight to the library and complete her homework within hours of receiving it. Miss Granger perceived her young friend and presented her with a friendly smile and wave before strolling away to soon become buried in books, parchment, and writing equipment galore.

Several familiar faces were also pouring out of the room, Ginny received Draco Malfoy's signature glare of smug superiority as he strutted past her, closely followed by his gang of goons and fan club. She then noticed her brother, Ron Weasley, using a very annoyed tone whilst he conversed with Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas. The kind of language being released from her brother's mouth would make his mother scrub his mouth out with so much soap and water, that dear old Ronald would be put off hygiene for the rest of his life.

The last person to leave the classroom was who she was waiting for. Harry stepped out the room with an image of untainted irritation etched upon his features as his lips exhaled a heavy sigh.

She rotated her head and let her eyes watch something behind her, acting as though she hadn't been waiting outside his classroom before casually turning round again and jumping in false surprise.

"Oh, hello, Harry," she greeted him with, his eyes barely glanced at her as she stepped towards him, he was known to avoid eye contact when he was annoyed or frustrated.

"Hey, Ginny," he breathed with a lack of enthusiasm, failing to hide his bad mood. "How are you?"

"I'm good thanks, was Defence Against the Dark Arts that bad?" She wondered.

"Oh no, it's alright for those who don't know how to read, or turn a page," he explained with strong hints of gloomy sarcasm.

Ginny couldn't help but release giggles at this. "Well, at least Crabbe and Goyle might benefit from that lesson then."

"True," Harry agreed before softly snickering himself. "Thanks for cheering me up, Gin," he pledged with a beam as his glaze flickered to her face.

She began to feel a fluttery feeling in her stomach, as if the contents of a butterfly farm had escaped to create havoc in her belly, the culprit to their freedom being a flash of Harry Potter's smile.

She couldn't take her eyes of his face, the round rimmed glasses that partially concealed his beautiful green eyes that glittered and shined just like emeralds, but she considered just a second of eye contact with him, more precious and valuable than a house full of those precious stones.

Next was his hair, the signature messy style of velvet that was constantly stuck up in several angles, despite how many combs had been used to try and tame his mischievous locks.

She then took note on his height. He had always been taller than her, despite being a boy who was small and skinny for his age, but now he was the perfect length, one that allowed his chin and her eyebrows to share the same level. This height was often present within her fantasies as she stood on her tip toes so her lips were able to reach his, both pairs of eyes would be closed dreamily as she felt his arms hug her around the waist whilst his mouth lovingly caressed her's.

"You're welcome," Ginny cheerfully replied, she began to feel as though she was under a rainfall of confusion when she peered at the way Harry was looking at her.

"Ginny, what happened to your eye?" Harry worryingly asked. "Did you bang into the wall or something?"

Ginny widened her eyes in shock, she felt absolutely mortified. Untainted embarrassment took over as her sight found the floor, she felt as though she could never look him the eye ever again. "No," she muttered as she her face started to heat up to an alarming temperature once more.

"Oh, it's that black stuff you put in your eyes, innit?" Harry guessed, his voice representing how proud he was of himself for knowing what girls use to torture their eyes.

But when she didn't answer him, and continued to refuse to even look at him, the atmosphere bloomed with intense flowers of awkwardness.

"Er- see you later, Ginny," Harry nervously stated as he walked past her. Ginny diverted her gaze to the path that Harry had decided to take, discovering what influenced his decision to pledge his goodbye to her.

Her eyes found Cho Chang, a sixth year Ravenclaw girl who was standing outside the Charms classroom, giving Harry a flirty smile that cried you know you want to come over here.

Ginny was profoundly disheartened when she noticed that Harry's display of emotions had changed rather quickly, a happy grin was now plastered on his face when he made his way over to Cho and started chatting with her, using a tone that would make anyone assume he was in a good enough mood to be sociable.

Whereas only moments ago, anyone would have believed that Harry wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, let alone be friendly with them.

Ginny witnessed the boy in her heart then walk away with the girl of his dreams, until the red-headed Gryffindor became a very lonely lion indeed. She decided to make her way to her house common room on the seventh floor, concluding that she might as well spend her time on doing something useful, such as Transfiguration homework, or forming a plan that involved Cho falling from the top of the Astronomy Tower, without anyone knowing that it was Ginny who had delivered the great push.

She had never liked Cho, she scorned herself because those feelings of dislike had inflamed from trivial jealously, she was fully aware that it was stupid and childish, but she couldn't help it.

Plus the fact that Ginny would always compare herself to Cho and become saddened by the results, only enhanced the bitter feelings towards the Ravenclaw.

Cho had a slim figure with curves in all the right places, her eyes were large and in the shape she had inherited from her Chinese background. They sat upon the beautifully clear complexion of her pretty face. Her hair was long and luscious, reminding anyone of a material that was luxuriously soft to the touch, the shade imitating a clear sky at midnight. Though not slutty, she wore her school uniform in a way that accentuated her appealing body parts, that being the mastermind behind why most lads thought she was sexy.

Ginny, however, had a stature of chubbiness with her round belly and face. Her Hogwarts uniform mostly consisted of hand-me-downs from her older siblings, and since none of them were girls who had worn skirts, she was forced into being clothed in pants that were much too long for her. This made her feel really uncomfortable in the autumn heat wave that Scotland was having. But she wouldn't make life easy for herself by not wearing her jumper, only because she wanted to hide her belly.

Ginny's hair, like most of the Weasley's, was a vibrant ginger shade, this accompanying a state of being quite thin and slightly fizzy, especially in this humidity. That was another aspect of her appearance that she considered unattractive when compared to the thick cloak of velvet that sat upon Cho's scalp. This was probably within Harry's internal desires as he ran his fingers through Cho's silky locks whilst his tongue danced with hers as he lay on top of her, the same fingers that were now sliding down her neck, hoping to venture under her top and-

No! Don't do that to yourself!

Those thoughts sickened her, and made her heart ache. Hermione had noticed, and expressed her worries about Ginny's obsessive crush last year when the older Gryffindor and Harry had stayed during the summer holidays of the previous year. Ginny was now on the fifth floor, walking down an empty corridor as the trip down memory lane now featured the night when Hermione had sat her down and had words that consisted of Ginny possibly getting over these feelings for Harry. This lead to a certain someone in the young Weasley's life that had just turned the corner of the empty corridor that Ginny was walking down.

"Hey, you," Michael Corner happily greeted Ginny with, his face lightened up as if seeing her was an instant day brightener for him. Ginny halted her journey as he made his way towards her. "How's your day been?" He wondered as he stopped in front of her, his hands descended until his fingers were entwined with hers as his lips pecked her cheek. He made no comment about the new-found darkness under her eyes, which she very much appreciated.

"Alright, yours?" She answered as she peered up at the boy who everyone would know as her boyfriend. The two had met at the yule ball on Christmas day last year and eventually got together in the middle of July. Most girls would label him as gorgeous, what with his tall and moderately strong figure that hid behind his Ravenclaw robes, his shiny brunette locks that swooped across his forehead, and the bright blue eyes that were fixed in a loving gaze on his girlfriend.

Most people would label Ginny as a very lucky girl, Michael was one of the sweetest wizards anyone could ever meet. He didn't care that his girlfriend didn't have the slimmest of bodies, or sometimes suffered with large, puss saturated mountains on her face. There was a reason he had fallen for her earlier this year, and his feelings haven't changed one bit. Well, one may argue that they had increased as each day went by.

However, Ginny labelled herself as ungrateful. Michael would always show her nothing below pure kindness and showered her with nothing but sweet thoughts of how he felt about her. He was always there for her when she needed someone to rant to, constantly present to offer a comforting source when she was feeling down, yet her heart wasn't fully dedicated to him. It had always belonged to Harry.

"Listen-" Michael began softly, Ginny detected a slight touch of nervousness within his vocals. "Tomorrow's our three month anniversary-"

'The words of a hopeless romantic,' Ginny thought to herself as the Ravenclaw continued his speech.

"And it's a Hogsmeade trip day. So, do you want to go together, just the two of us?"

'Say no,' Ginny heard an icy whisper suggest. She jumped and turned her head in panic, studying the area that she was in, this ending the contact of her and Michael's hands. She discovered it to be only the two of them on the corridor.

"What's the matter?" Michael asked worryingly, mimicking her actions of searching for what she might have been looking for.

"Er- nothing, I thought I heard something," Ginny assured as she turned back to him, convincing herself that the frosty vocals were just a fragment of her overactive imagination.

"Well, fancy it then?" Michael requested, tucking a piece of Ginny's hair behind her ear.

'He's only being affectionate because he thinks it will get you to drop you knickers sooner,' the voice proclaimed, permitting Ginny to conclude that it wasn't her imagination playing up. She winced in fright, re-calling the last time she had heard that voice.

'He doesn't love you, Ginevra, he only wants to use you.'

'STOP IT!' she found herself screaming in her head, aiming it towards the intruder of her mind.

"Ginny?" Michael exclaimed in panic as his girlfriend began to violently tremble. "What's wrong? I'm starting to feel worried!" His hands located her wrists and formed a firm grip on them, the response of his instincts behind the desperate hope to calm her down.

'Reject him Ginevra, you don't have feelings for him, you know it's only Harry that your heart wants.'

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Ginny shrieked aloud, not knowing who it that demand was meant for. She initially believed it to be towards the voice of invading, but something at the back of her mind was telling her that she wanted to get away from Michael.

'He doesn't care about you, he intends to use you for his own perverted desires, he wants to gain pleasure by hurting you, he'll drown in mirth as he tears your heart in two.'

"GINNY! What's wrong, you're really scaring me now!" Michael desperately cried.

The concerned Ravenclaw struggled to maintain his hold on Ginny as she began to forcefully rip herself from of his clutches. "GET OFF ME!" Her lips viciously commanded.

Only her brain had not willingly sent those impulses to her mouth for her to produce that order, her thoughts consisted of completely different words.

'No, please no. Not again, please not again, not him, please leave me alone,' she found herself mentally begging, to then receive the privilege of hearing malicious smirk, one she was only too familiar with.

She found herself slipping out of control, her voice was no longer her own, her actions were not the responses of her own intentions. He was taking over again, using her body to do his bidding.

She could only fear about what it was this time.

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