Title: Waterfall

Author: S.S.Harry

Genre: Humour/Romance

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I own nothing in here that is familiar, that includes songs, characters, building, etc. However I do own Artiemus Alexandra for this character is a figment of my imagination; the plot is as well.

Summary: Ginny's in another time. People are hectic, Hermione and Artiemus are searching for her. Ginny and the girl meet The Marauders, a group of rock n' roll playing pranksters. What happens if they are lost in time with their friend? Simple, do as Ginny's mind said: follow the waterfall…

(A/N: I'm using my time zone, which is Pct -4 hours I believe)

Monday, 11/14/04 08:38:00

You terrify me. Honestly you do. I'm so scared. Maybe I should introduce myself perhaps. I am Geneva Molly Weasley. I'm 15 years old, I have red hair, and my eyes were brown (I'll explain it later) but are now a unnatural blue. I am the youngest in my family and I'm the most overlooked also.

I guess that is one reason I don't trust you. No one's watching me right now, making sure that you're only a harmless book. I can imagine you laughing at me right now, thinking "what a silly little girl, who is afraid of their own diary?"

I am.

Perhaps I should tell you my story; you are after all my new diary.

When I was a little girl there was always a marking on my shoulder, it would get irritated from time to time of course, nothing great about the marking really. But what it may mean, I shudder to think of. It always got me what I wanted of course, which I clearly didn't understand. Now I do. It's a feeling that people give me all the time nowadays: Pity.

At age 11 I got my first diary . You can only imagine how excited I was. I got home and began to write. It wrote back you know. And I was so entranced by it's magic I couldn't see it as dangerous; after all it was a harmless book.

Wrong.

This so called harmless book used me, it manipulated me, it tried to take my soul even, how could something so horrible be smuggled into Hogwarts? Why how about an innocent 1rst year. Malfoy was clever for this one I must admit, but I wonder, was it his idea or HIS idea? That's impossible, he doesn't even know me, does he?

Questions, questions, oh so many questions, how do I find them when there is no one to answer?

FOLLOW THE WATERFALL.

I have no Idea why I wrote that. It just appeared into my mind an d I placed it upon this paper.

Anyway this character was a soul within the pages of a book. The soul that tried to become shelled. The soul of Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldermort if he scrambled the letters around. It was a neat trick he'd taught me. Now what does this have to do with my scar? Everything. The exact marking says TMR.

I must go now, class will start soon.

GW

Ginny placed a heating spell on the book to dry the pages before shutting the book closed and placing it in her bag. She fastened her cloak, covering her black long sleeved shirt and slacks. Checking her reflection in the mirror she cleared any form of sleep in her eyes. Satisfied she left the peace of her small dormitory and entered the chaos of the outside world.

She walked into the great hall without much notice, people were focused on their own lives and their own business, in which Ginny was grateful for. She sat down, grabbing a piece of toast and a hot cup of coffee. She felt someone tap her shoulder. She looked around and came face to face with the sallow skinned dark eyed potions master.

"Professor Snape sir," she greeted.

"Ms. Weasley," he said, nodding.

He looked reluctant to tell her something. She sat expectantly, masking her curiosity as to why he came to greet her. He took a deep breath. Ginny looked past him and saw Lupin watching with him with utmost interest.

"Ms. Weasley I have seen your previous grades in my class and I must say that they are rather impressive for a Gryffindor, not only do you surpass your grade level you've achieved a grade much higher than Mister Malfoy or Miss Granger could ever achieve. With this type of work I feel it my duty to offer you my apprenticeship as to make sure such talent does not go to waste."

Ginny was stunned. Her, Potions Master?

'Ginny Weasley, Potions Master. It has a nice ring to it,' she thought to herself.

"I accept your offer Master Snape, I agree to study your work and help alongside of you and assist in other potions works such as making potions for the medic-witch and organizing work for your students, in hopes of achieving the title potions master," she said.

"Good, I shall leave you with the paperwork and owl you mother and father immediately, you are after all still a minor and in need of their permission."

She nodded and he took his leave. She looked through the papers reading fine print and all terms. Hermione sat next to her, reading over shoulder.

"Oh my, Ginny is that an apprenticeship form? How ever did you manage that? Which teacher has given you the offer?" Hermione said, looking as if she were about to explode from excitement.

"Professor Snape," Ginny said.

Hermione's face went blank with confusion which Ginny felt was rather amusing.

"Professor Snape? Our Professor Snape? As in Master Snape, potions master of the Master Association, internationally known, Order of Merlin, 3rd class?" Hermione asked surprised.

Ginny raised her eyebrow at Hermione.

"You memorised his whole title?"

Hermione looked at Ginny sheepishly, "It's a habit dearest Ginny."

Ginny walked to class, but couldn't help but notice Professor Lupin's intense stare as he watched her leave…

'Damn it, 'tis nearly time isn't it? Oh poor girl. That poor sweet artistic little girl. Maybe I'll show her what she taught me later…'

TBC