WARNING: EXTREME ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. ANYTHING THAT DOESN'T GO WITH THE
BOOKS IS BECAUSE IT SHOULDN'T.
A/N:I would like to start off by saying thank you to Saturn's Candlesticks for being my beta and fixing my many mistakes. I know I took some of her time that she could have spent doing other things in her life. Thank you to her and I hope she gets this. Also I would like to say that this is the 3rd time that I have re-written this story and I hope people like it. Now all you have to do is read this and then review and tell me how you like it. Cookies to those who review. And, of course, strawberries and whipped cream. Thanks.
Michelle Marie Maire
Little Left of Center: Prologue
'That was an odd dream,' Ginny thought inwardly, as she awoke to the Saturday sun shining in her face. She immediately regretted opening her eyes, because there, looming above her, was Harry Potter.
Although she had long since gotten over him, her façade still being up, but only so Ron would leave her alone about who she could possible like. It was still a bit strange to see him standing there
"Hey Ginny," he said, when he saw that her eyes had opened. "Why don't you come downstairs and have some breakfast?"
Groggily, she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, "Why?"
"Hogwarts today. Forget?" he replied.
Ginny blinked twice then cocked her head to the side, "Hogwarts?" She blinked again and the was up and out of bed in a great rush, as she scurried around her room, desperately trying to pack in a short amount of time.
"Ron, Hermione, Percy and the Twins are in Diagon Alley picking up your stuff and some other needed stuff – quills for Percy I think. " Harry informed her as she threw some random socks into her trunk.
"Why didn't you go with them?" she inquired as she searched for her hairbrush.
Harry handed it to her as he replied, "Dumbeldore thought that it would be too dangerous for me to go out in the open, what with Voldemort last year and this being your first year. I think he thinks that Voldemort thinks you mean something 'special to me, in a different sense...you know... besides friends. Anyway, I wasn't even told about it until they had already gone. Annoying jerk that Dumbeldore is. I can see why Malfoy hates him." He paused, thinking to himself whether there was something else he was supposed to say, "Ron and Hermione are gone," Ginny repeated throwing underwear and hair products into a small bag, "So...where's everyone else got to?"
"Oh, yeah, your dad is talking to Mr. Diggory about something – work- related, I think – and your mum is making breakfast for you, downstairs. So I, being the only one not doing anything, was drafted to go wake you up.
"Thanks, but do you mind getting out? I need to change."
Harry began to stand but then sat back down.
"How 'bout I stay?" he smirked, in a way that Ginny could have only imagined that Malfoy would. She rolled her eyes, walked over to him and pushed the 12-year-old boy out of her room.
"Stupid hormonal boys," she muttered to herself as she went about changing, making sure that Harry had left the vicinity of the crack in her door.
**On the Train**
"Hey Michelle!" Ginny called to her new friend whose foot she had dropped her trunk onto. As the black haired head whipped around they heard a voice from a bit behind them. "Why if it isn't the Weaslette and Malarkey Michelle." Draco Malfoy taunted as he stalked past the two in the corridor.
"Yeah, whatever Malfoy. Bite me." Michelle sneered over her shoulder as she and Ginny walked past him. "Weaslette! Don't want Potter hearing any interesting stories about midnight fiascos do you? Draco mocked. Ginny turned.
"What?" she asked, looking perplexed.
"Oh, just some while lies that could be more near the dark side. Why don't you come sit with me and my friends?"
"Michelle was still walking past Draco, not paying attention to anything he was sating, and ran headlong into Gragory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe, not noticing them until her copy of 'The Quibble' was snatched from her hands and she was forced to try to retrieve it.
"Virginia! Ginny whipped back and bumped into Draco's hard chest. "Pay attention to me when I speak, he said, catching her as she stumbled backwards.
"Yeah, whatever," Ginny replied, turning to see Michelle being dragged into a near by compartment.
"I'm going to be sick." Draco muttered, pulling her into another empty compartment, "Sit. Stay," Draco commanded. Ginny shook her head 'no' at his order and made an attempt to leave. "Please?" She stopped with her hand barely grazing the knob to the compartment door and turned.
"Why should I?"
"It's safer for you." Ginny-though she didn't believe him- sat back down, not wanting to go find Michelle doing whatever Michelle did.
They spent about an hour in the compartment, Ginny looking out the window and Draco watching Ginny.
"You're..." he began to say, but paused as Ginny turned to him.
"I'm what?" She asked, trying to sound sarcastic.
"Different from the rest of them," he replied, shaking as though there were a terrible draft in the room, with goose bumps running up and down his arms.
"Different from who?" she wondered, curiously. Head tilted slightly to the side, he just stared at her, memorizing her every curve, every line, everything about her that could be memorized. She stared back at him and looked really hard, almost squinting, and saw a little boy. She stood up, looked around the compartment and picked up her bag, looked around once more, and walked away from the little boy, hidden in the depths of a tortured soul. No one was supposed to see that...ever.
She reseated herself in a locked, empty compartment and pulled out a notebook from her bag and set it on her lap. Opening it to a clean page, she took out a bottle of ink and a quill. Opening the in bottle, she dropped a smudge on the page, watching ans waiting to see if the ink would sink in. It never did. As her dad had always said 'Never trust something if you can't see where it keeps its brain.' When she was sure it wasn't a magical notebook she began to write:
Half Closed
Half closed eyelids
Cover half open eyes,
As outside problems
Are veiled from controlled minds.
Through the sliver of sight
Nothing is seen.
And all is hidden
Deep within our dreams.
The people are kept,
To stay unaware.
People haven't wept...
They have no cares.
If someone had seen
That somebody, or something, was hurting me
They would walk away, show no shadow of pain.
And when asked why would reply in vain:
'It is not my business, I have no say.'
Half closed eyelids
Cover half open eyes,
As outside problems
Are veiled by the controlling minds.
And as she closed her notebook, the train camp to a stop and she stood up, grabbing her bag and got off the train, waiting to be sorted and to see who she was.
A/N:I would like to start off by saying thank you to Saturn's Candlesticks for being my beta and fixing my many mistakes. I know I took some of her time that she could have spent doing other things in her life. Thank you to her and I hope she gets this. Also I would like to say that this is the 3rd time that I have re-written this story and I hope people like it. Now all you have to do is read this and then review and tell me how you like it. Cookies to those who review. And, of course, strawberries and whipped cream. Thanks.
Michelle Marie Maire
Little Left of Center: Prologue
'That was an odd dream,' Ginny thought inwardly, as she awoke to the Saturday sun shining in her face. She immediately regretted opening her eyes, because there, looming above her, was Harry Potter.
Although she had long since gotten over him, her façade still being up, but only so Ron would leave her alone about who she could possible like. It was still a bit strange to see him standing there
"Hey Ginny," he said, when he saw that her eyes had opened. "Why don't you come downstairs and have some breakfast?"
Groggily, she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, "Why?"
"Hogwarts today. Forget?" he replied.
Ginny blinked twice then cocked her head to the side, "Hogwarts?" She blinked again and the was up and out of bed in a great rush, as she scurried around her room, desperately trying to pack in a short amount of time.
"Ron, Hermione, Percy and the Twins are in Diagon Alley picking up your stuff and some other needed stuff – quills for Percy I think. " Harry informed her as she threw some random socks into her trunk.
"Why didn't you go with them?" she inquired as she searched for her hairbrush.
Harry handed it to her as he replied, "Dumbeldore thought that it would be too dangerous for me to go out in the open, what with Voldemort last year and this being your first year. I think he thinks that Voldemort thinks you mean something 'special to me, in a different sense...you know... besides friends. Anyway, I wasn't even told about it until they had already gone. Annoying jerk that Dumbeldore is. I can see why Malfoy hates him." He paused, thinking to himself whether there was something else he was supposed to say, "Ron and Hermione are gone," Ginny repeated throwing underwear and hair products into a small bag, "So...where's everyone else got to?"
"Oh, yeah, your dad is talking to Mr. Diggory about something – work- related, I think – and your mum is making breakfast for you, downstairs. So I, being the only one not doing anything, was drafted to go wake you up.
"Thanks, but do you mind getting out? I need to change."
Harry began to stand but then sat back down.
"How 'bout I stay?" he smirked, in a way that Ginny could have only imagined that Malfoy would. She rolled her eyes, walked over to him and pushed the 12-year-old boy out of her room.
"Stupid hormonal boys," she muttered to herself as she went about changing, making sure that Harry had left the vicinity of the crack in her door.
**On the Train**
"Hey Michelle!" Ginny called to her new friend whose foot she had dropped her trunk onto. As the black haired head whipped around they heard a voice from a bit behind them. "Why if it isn't the Weaslette and Malarkey Michelle." Draco Malfoy taunted as he stalked past the two in the corridor.
"Yeah, whatever Malfoy. Bite me." Michelle sneered over her shoulder as she and Ginny walked past him. "Weaslette! Don't want Potter hearing any interesting stories about midnight fiascos do you? Draco mocked. Ginny turned.
"What?" she asked, looking perplexed.
"Oh, just some while lies that could be more near the dark side. Why don't you come sit with me and my friends?"
"Michelle was still walking past Draco, not paying attention to anything he was sating, and ran headlong into Gragory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe, not noticing them until her copy of 'The Quibble' was snatched from her hands and she was forced to try to retrieve it.
"Virginia! Ginny whipped back and bumped into Draco's hard chest. "Pay attention to me when I speak, he said, catching her as she stumbled backwards.
"Yeah, whatever," Ginny replied, turning to see Michelle being dragged into a near by compartment.
"I'm going to be sick." Draco muttered, pulling her into another empty compartment, "Sit. Stay," Draco commanded. Ginny shook her head 'no' at his order and made an attempt to leave. "Please?" She stopped with her hand barely grazing the knob to the compartment door and turned.
"Why should I?"
"It's safer for you." Ginny-though she didn't believe him- sat back down, not wanting to go find Michelle doing whatever Michelle did.
They spent about an hour in the compartment, Ginny looking out the window and Draco watching Ginny.
"You're..." he began to say, but paused as Ginny turned to him.
"I'm what?" She asked, trying to sound sarcastic.
"Different from the rest of them," he replied, shaking as though there were a terrible draft in the room, with goose bumps running up and down his arms.
"Different from who?" she wondered, curiously. Head tilted slightly to the side, he just stared at her, memorizing her every curve, every line, everything about her that could be memorized. She stared back at him and looked really hard, almost squinting, and saw a little boy. She stood up, looked around the compartment and picked up her bag, looked around once more, and walked away from the little boy, hidden in the depths of a tortured soul. No one was supposed to see that...ever.
She reseated herself in a locked, empty compartment and pulled out a notebook from her bag and set it on her lap. Opening it to a clean page, she took out a bottle of ink and a quill. Opening the in bottle, she dropped a smudge on the page, watching ans waiting to see if the ink would sink in. It never did. As her dad had always said 'Never trust something if you can't see where it keeps its brain.' When she was sure it wasn't a magical notebook she began to write:
Half Closed
Half closed eyelids
Cover half open eyes,
As outside problems
Are veiled from controlled minds.
Through the sliver of sight
Nothing is seen.
And all is hidden
Deep within our dreams.
The people are kept,
To stay unaware.
People haven't wept...
They have no cares.
If someone had seen
That somebody, or something, was hurting me
They would walk away, show no shadow of pain.
And when asked why would reply in vain:
'It is not my business, I have no say.'
Half closed eyelids
Cover half open eyes,
As outside problems
Are veiled by the controlling minds.
And as she closed her notebook, the train camp to a stop and she stood up, grabbing her bag and got off the train, waiting to be sorted and to see who she was.