DISCLAIMOR: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in Harry Potter, I would like to say that if I did, I would be very fortunate, and far far far more creative than I am, but enjoy my story anyway.
Where do I go from here?
I cringed a little at the pain that overwhelmed my ankle, while grabbing at the leather pouch situated in between my shirt and skin. It was empty.
No wand. Ahhh, fuck.
I was panting from running, I was quickly losing body heat. It was cold in that forest, so cold that someone, even a dragon for Merlin's sakes, could see their breath. It was June. There should not be frost in June, unless you're up in Russia or Canada or something. That was bloody ridiculous.
I shivered.
Not just because I was here in this cold, solemn forest that stunk of loneliness and desolation, not even because I was blinded by darkness and wand-less. They were here. And to be honest, being without a wand, temporarily blind, and injured is not how you one-up sadistic death eaters. That's how you die.
And guess who was in that situation? Me. Stupid. Little. Old. Me.
I tossed my hair up into a messy pony tail. Girls were and are quite jealous of my hair, you know, it being red, which is already so rare, and long, and if I do say so myself, silky and luxurious.
I smiled, or it could've been the fact that the Boy Who Lived, would one day be my husband and the father of my children. I knew it, I think that's what burned them the most, that I actually knew, I could feel it in my blood. I had never really given them a reason to gossip about me though, I was always nice and friendly, I just didn't get why they all couldn't be happy for me, I guess that's what fake friends are for. He was only Harry Potter for Merlin's sakes. That gangly, socially awkward, semi nerdy, quidditch player with a scar on his head, that just so happened to come from the darkest wizard on Earth.
Oh, Harry.
I smiled as his image appeared in my head. Well, if I were going to die tonight, I would at least die happy, and thinking about the person I love most.
A lone tear slid down my cheek.
No Ginny, none of that nonsense. You'll make it, you have to, you are the "most stubborn girl I know, save for Hermione…"
A direct quote from Ron. It was painful to see those two go at it, all the yelling, and it was obvious that they were in love, and always had been. They were just too headstrong to admit it.
I curled up into a ball on the forest floor, at least I'd found a hollow in the trunk of a tree to stay in for the night. The ground was soggy underneath me. Maybe I would get lucky, perhaps I'd make it to the morning. I threw my leather jacket over my goose pimpled body, and silently thanked Merlin and everyone that I just so happened to talk Harry into letting me borrow his invisibility cloak. In the morning, everything would be okay, I just had to believe it. I gulped out of nervousness.
Oh, Harry. I love you. So much.
Thanks for reading! Reviews are highly appreciated. :o)
April Showers & Mushroom Fairies to all!
-Windsong Fairy