Disclaimer: JK Rowling is God and owns everything Potter, I just like to play with the characters.
Hello, this is *going* to be a couple of chapters long. Probably. Well, hopefully. We'll just see how it goes.
Boggart
The carriages led themselves towards the castle. Ginny looked out towards the horses that she could not see. The horses that she hoped he would never be able to see. Luna looked at them too, her eyes wide.
Ginny felt that she could almost hear their laboured breath, it swirled with the howl of the wind and danced with the rain. She closed her eyes and listened to the music that was made on the roof of the carriage. It was a militant drumming, a tender but systematic thrum that climaxed with a scream of wheels and gentle nudge.
At this, Ginny opened her eyes and looked at Luna and Neville. They looked back at her with grim smiles, Neville opened the carriage door and they climbed out.
The ground squealed as Ginny got out, mud clung to her robes as she tried to escape from the masses of students fighting to get out of the rain. She felt someone grab her hand; Neville was pulling her out of the way. She fell into place between Luna and Neville and all three of them looked up at the castle.
Ginny felt a hollow sensation spread through her body. Hogwarts had always been there to welcome her back, its windows burning with laughter and warmth. But the Hogwarts that she was looking at now reminded her of the pictures of Askaban that she had seen in the paper. It looked bleak, dark, cold and isolated. She wasn't coming home at all, she was being sent to a prison.
Stay tuned for the next chapter!