DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER NOR ITS CHARACTERS!

Pairing: GinxTom

Summary: Sorry, but I don't believe in giving info away...

Prologue- Where in Hagrid's shaggy beard am I?

Hey! Voldy has the same type of nose as his snake!, was the inappropriate thought which entered Ginny's mind at the wrong moment.

The grotesque basilisk was slithering menacingly towards them, as though closing in for the kill.

Ginny struggled, her fingers reaching desperately for her Unicorn-core-wand, which had been hexed out of her grasp before by some idiotic death eater. But the crimson red gashes covering herself caused pain to sear through her limbs, and shoot up her body – rendering her helpless to the impending threat.

This was the end. After enduring all that torture, all that continuous 'Crucios' cast, yet holding out firm, was this how it was destined to end? If that was so all the effort had gone down the drain. Not just her effort, but the honorable effort of those who had sacrificed their life for the sake of Voldermort's defeat. And that victory was certainly impossible if the Boy-Who-Lived were to be killed, as mentioned by Trelawney's prophecy.

Right, Professor Trelawney wasn't exactly the most reliable source of information, what with her mumbo jumbo prophecies. But Dumbledore had stepped up to justify it – and whatever Dumbledore had said had been correct so far… Even if he weren't around anymore.

"Gin-" Harry's words came out as a weak splutter. He barely looked Harry – nor, in a broader aspect, did he resemble a human. At this point, he looked very much like a twitching glob of blood, and Ginny began to wonder if she herself looked similar.

Ginny reached forward at Harry with the last ounce of strength she could possess and took his what-seemed-like-a-hand, tears welling in her eyes from both the physical pain, and the emotional pain which stabbed her. Harry...

"No time… to… to… explain." Apparently the words had taken off a lot of effort from Harry, as he was gasping for breath while pushing himself to continue. "I can… I… Cast you… you into the… the… the… pits of time… You'll survive. Let. Go…"

Along with the words, blood was practically 'flowing' out of his mouth like a waterfall. Maybe he was in a delusional state from losing too much blood, Ginny wondered. But she did not voice her inner thoughts out, instead squeezing Harry's hand tighter, in hope of soothing the pain.

Harry attempted to say more, but Ginny shushed him gently, saying weakly, "You're losing a lot of blood, Harry…"

Voldermort laughed, his laugh reverberating through the chambers, but the laugh rang hollow, empty – either way, the laugh was not a laugh. How can anyone not know how to laugh? Laughing was just taking one word and dragging it, and changing the pitches while you were at it. How could anyone screw up something so simple? Somehow, somewhere during the 'laughing' steps, Voldermort must have messed up.

But, Ginny pointed out, if he could laugh properly, he probably would abuse that 'power' as well. Like laughing during the most awkward situations, similar to this - when someone was on the verge of death. In that case, Ginny concluded, better that he couldn't laugh.

The death eaters behind him tried to make a weak attempt at a laugh to show some support, but it came out as bad as the Bloody Baron's singing.

This frightened Ginny. But that itself was an understatement. Ginny was more than stricken. And their pathetic laughter only made it worst.

Just end it. Just finish it quickly if you must. Stop snickering, it sounds terrible.

The miserable-insult-for-a-mouth opened on the snake like face of Voldermort, and his words echoed without any remorse. "I terribly regret to break up this happy reunion, but… Ah, my precious Nagini." And he broke out into a phase of antic hissing.

Ginny knew even without the art of Parseltongue, that Voldermort was ordering his pet to finish them off, as Nagini suddenly was perked up into an attack mode, preparing to launch itself at the duo.

This was the end this was the end this was the end…thiswasthiswasthiswas…

A dazzling sphere of emerald green light emerged out of now where, illuminating the entire chamber as it swirled around Ginny, bringing looks of horror and shock on the faces of Dark Lord and his minions. It was beautiful... Faintly through the mist, Ginny thought she spotted memories of the past whirling and spiraling within it. Heart wrenching memories and memorable memories. Both types, rekindling and combusting from the core of the hurricane of twirling magic. Behold... Behold its intense power...

But in a second or two of admiring its splendor, the initial shock which coloured Voldermort's face snapped off and turned into panic at once. He drew his wand shakily and trained it on Harry.

He knew, Ginny realised, what the result of the spell was. He knew that spell somehow. And apparently he knew it wasn't on his side.

She would thank their saviour in heaven (hopefully). Now was too late for any heroic deeds. She and Harry were done for hands down. But it didn't matter now, at least she had Harry to accompany her. With him, dying didn't feel scary one bit, it felt... it felt like a relief; like a burden tossed aside. Finally, these chains after chains of nightmares would come to an end. Ginny smiled, she actually smiled into the glimmering mist.

Then, with a jolt, Ginny realised that...

The awe powerful light, was flowing from… flowing from…

HARRY! With his free wand hand, Harry had managed to get hold of his wand… And considering the state Harry was in, and that this was some sort of unknown, unidentifiable and highly complicated spell, it was simply just… amazing.

Just on the brink of unconsciousness, four incoherent thoughts flitted through Ginny's mind.

It's beautiful… What spell was this?

Oh, I swear, that evil snake's looks as if it's scowling…

Lord of all things, will we end up in heaven or hell?

Harry, I love you…

And just like that, Ginny was engulfed by the hungry darkness.

Light filtered into her eyes. And it took Ginny a moment to realize that she was alive.

Alive? Not possible! But yes, somehow her mind worked pretty well… and she could blink. This was hardly logical, yet: Were those indications that she was perhaps alive?

Or maybe in heaven or hell, but hopefully heaven-

HARRY!

Ginny jolted upright, the past incidents slowly slamming into her at great speed. "Harry!" She yelled, "Harry! HARRY!"

Was Harry okay? Was he alive as well? Was he alright? HARRY!

Then her vision began to clear, and she found herself staring face to face with a plump and kindly woman, whose concern was etched all over her features.

"Are you fine, miss? You were screaming rather loudly… well, non-stop."

Ginny couldn't help but immediately take a liking to the lady. She seemed nice and all… But remember what Dad said? 'Don't ever let your guard down, or you might live to regret it'.

Slowly, Ginny's vision adjusted to the light, and she started to see clearly now, that she was seated, propped up by a pillow, on a comfortable, but pretty much an old fashion designed bed, inside a HOSPITAL WING?

Yes, it has to be a hospital wing, what with rows and rows of beds… But isn't this similar to Hogwarts Hospital wing? Wait, there's a hospital wing in heaven?

The most important question of all hit Ginny hard. Where in the world am I? Heaven? THERE's A HOSPITAL WARD IN HEAVEN?

"Miss…" The lady touched her hand lightly when Ginny failed to reply and Ginny realised that she had been watching her, though silently, but rather intently. "Are you alright?"

No. I feel like I've just eaten slugs. Now I finally understand how Ron feels, and boy, that feels terrible.

Instead Ginny forced a nod, licked her dried lips, and croaked weakly, "Where… where am I?"

Did someone save me from Voldermorts grip or something? Or did Voldermort withdraw his forces for the time being?

The lady smiled with relief upon hearing Ginny speak. "The Hogwarts hospital wing. You were in a terrible state when Professor Dumbledore first found you! Good Merlin! All covered in blood! Unconscious for six days straight, I'd wager. But you look much much better now, after being fixed and cleaned up."

Ginny's mouth went even drier than before, (though it was barely possible for her lips were already peeling) at the mention of Dumbledore's name. Dumbledore, Ginny thought painfully, wasn't he… dead? So it could mean only one thing: I'm dead. This was probably some sort of afterlife or something. Well, an afterlife blessed with a hospital wing.

Ginny considered pinching herself to see if she was alive, or really dead dead, but decided that asking the lady would be much easier.

"Am I… am I alive?" Ginny questioned, dread burning within her. Please be alive, please be alive, please be-

The lady blinked with some surprise, but concern immediately replaced it. "Very much. Very much alive, dear."

In that case… Dumbledore, Ginny mouthed with pleasant shock, Dumbledore, what in Merlin's name are you doing here then?

Harry Potter suddenly came to Ginny's mind as well. HARRY? Was he perhaps alive as well? Was he okay?

Out of anticipation, Ginny lurched forward, feeling a surge of pain shoot up her limbs. She gasped in shock, but continued to try to get up from the bed.

"For goodness sake miss! Relax! You're going to end up breaking more ribs like this!" The lady exclaimed, forcing Ginny back down gently. And Ginny was grateful for that, as she realized that if she had attempted to stand, she might faint. Faint inside goodness-knows-where-I-am.

"Harry," she rasped. "Where's Harry? Is he okay? I need to get to him."

Confusion slipped into the lady's eyes. "You were… screaming his name earlier, weren't you, miss? Who's… Harry?"

Who's Harry? Who's Harry Potter – the Boy Who Lived? You don't know who's…?

Seeing the apprehensive look on Ginny's face, the lady whispered, "It's alright miss, everything's fine. Go on and rest a bit. When you're all fine, Armando- I mean... Headmaster Dippet has requested to have a talk with you. But I won't let him in - not until you're all rested."

The lady flashed Ginny one more reassuring smile before heaving herself onto a rocking couch and closing her eyes simultaneously, and rocking in a continuous movement, back and forth, back and forth, as though to demonstrate to Ginny how to rest.

HEADMASTER DIPPET? Sweet Merlin! Yes, Headmaster Dippet had been Hogwart's Headmaster before Professor Dumbledore succeeded him years ago… What… what year was this?

Ginny's blood turned cold.

Questions began turning turmoil in her head, and Ginny tried to voice them out loud, but no sound came out. Instead, she found her consciousness gradually dissipate from her…

Harry's dying words echoed in her head.

"I can… I… Cast you… you into the… the… the… pits of time… You'll survive."

I can cast you into the pits of time?

Cast me into the past?

What… what spell was that? It had definitely something to do with this.

And why did Harry cast it?

I need to find out its properties if I dare dream of returning to the present – or help out in destroying the Dark Lord.

Yes. I must do that.

And for the second time that day, Ginny felt herself falling, falling through a bottomless pit of darkness entwined with nightmares of an evil snake-like beast..

A/N: So this is the first one... I hope its okay!