This is a new idea that popped in my head the other night. I have a vague outline of the story, of course it's still in my head and not on paper, so it may change. Hope you all like it. I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters you recognize in this story.
She walked towards the shadow that was just feet in front of her. Every step she took seemed like two steps back. The shadow was reaching for her, and when she finally got near enough to touch it, she reached out. Her hand had just closed around the hand of the shadow. She could feel calloused fingers gripping hers. Warmth filled her body and she looked up at the shadow's face. The swirling green mist around her seemed to still. The face started to form out of the shadows. A bright green shone through and she started to…..BEEP BEEP BEEP.
Sitting up suddenly, sweat dripping from her forehead and her breath coming out in pants, Ginny Harris picked up her alarm clock and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and quit beeping. Flopping back down on her bed, she stared at the ceiling thinking about her dream. Every night, she saw the same thing. She would get to see the stranger's face start to form and then she'd wake up. She was tired of it. Would she ever figure out who he was? It wasn't that she wanted to know who HE was exactly, she wanted to know if he could help her figure out who SHE was.
Four years ago, Ginny woke up in an alley in New York City. How she got there, she didn't know. The only thing she knew about herself was that she was about twenty- one, she had red hair, and her name was Ginny. Her last name completely baffled her. She didn't know. Her accent was British, so she knew she wasn't American. Finding the street sign nearest her, which read Harris St., she figured that would work for now. Four years later, she still went by Harris, and she still didn't know who she was.
Grumbling, but knowing that grumbling wouldn't get her to work on time, she got out of bed. Stumbling into the shower, she let the hot water run over her, relieving her aching muscles and waking her effectively. Four years of waiting tables at a hopping diner should have caught up with her by now, but she was still bone tired every night. Drying off and running a brush through her wet hair, only to pull it up into a bun, she dressed quickly and walked out her door.
Two doors down her apartment complex hall, she knocked three times and waited. Shelly always ran late. Five minutes later, Ginny was still in the hall. She huffed and reached into her purse for Shelly's keys. If she had to wake her up, she was going to just dump water on her head and walk to work without her. Just as she found her key ring, the door was thrown open and her friend rushed out.
"Sorry, Ginny, my blow dryer went out on me. Then I spilled my coffee on my apron and had to find my clean one, which was hiding in a pile of clean clothes in the back of my closet."
Ginny laughed at her friend. "Shelly, if you ever have a morning where something doesn't go wrong, it will be a miracle."
Mock glaring at her friend as they made their way down the hall, Shelly turned and looked at Ginny. Opening her mouth for a smart remark, she stopped when she saw Ginny's face. Sighing heavily, she stopped Ginny from going any further.
"Did you forget something this morning, Ginny?" Shelly asked as she rummaged in her bag.
"No. I bathed, brushed my teeth and hair, and got dressed. I don't need anything else, Shelly."
Undaunted, Shelly opened up the case she found in her bag and started swiping powder and blush on Ginny. Ginny rolled her eyes, but stood still. She knew it was pointless to try to stop Shelly. A bit of mascara, some green tinted eyeshadow and a very neutral colored gloss later, they finally made it out the door of their apartment building.