POSSIBLE SPOILERS/WARNINGS: Minor references to certain events from books 1-6
SUMMARY: A budding romance; a mysterious, anger-filled teenager; a future in tatters. Will they be able to save the day or let the mistakes of the past haunt them in the future?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I loved the season of CHARMED when Chris Perry made an appearance, and I cried in the end when he 'disappeared' for the season finale. It's a challenge to write this fic and using the same story plot in the HP world. This fic's an entry of mine for a DG ficexchange on LJ. This fic was supposed to be a one-shot fic, but when I started typing I couldn't make it as a one-shot so the result's at least a few chapters (less than 10 chapters in total).
BETA: Special thanks to Maria (aka tigereyes320) for beta-reading this fic for me
I. Uh-oh, Secret's Out!
SPARKS ARE FLYING AS TWENTY-YEAR-OLD Ginny Weasley squares off with her mortal nemeses on the steps leading to the front doors of what was once Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but now the former magical school was used as a refuge for former students whose parents were off fighting the war against the Dark Lord and his minions; some students came here to recuperate after being injured in the battlefield whilst the others came here for comfort and a place to call home while the once peaceful world they knew was fast becoming nothing but a memory.
Twenty-one-year-old Draco Malfoy stepped up within eye-level of the fiery redhead shooting daggers at him with those brown eyes of hers. He was doing his best to control himself from doing something he'll later regret. He doesn't even know what started them on this heated argument. All he knew was as soon as he rounded the corner to go up the front steps the temperamental redhead was breathing fire down his back.
Ginny was fuming. She was beyond forgiving at this point. How dare he make a fool of her? She should've trusted her instincts when it screamed WATCH OUT in bright, flashing neon lights, but she ignored the warning bells at the back of her head and dove in head first into the water. Now she was drowning because of that particular folly of hers. "You're despicable, you know that?" she snapped at him.
"And you're barking mad!" Draco snapped back at her.
"It's better to be barking mad than become a two-faced cheating cretin!" she fired back.
Draco was poised to yell back at her when the meaning of her words sunk in. Ginny knew when she finally got through to him; she saw it in his eyes. Jutting her chin to the air, Ginny walked away from him followed by a couple of her friends before he regained his composure. She was satisfied she at least had the last say in this argument and to hell with Draco Malfoy and his damn lies!
Draco could only stare after her. He didn't have to ask what she meant; he knew what pushed her to have this argument out in the open, with the entire occupant of Hogwarts looking on. "Parkinson I'm going to kill you," he hissed under his breath and stalked the opposite way from where Ginny walked off to.
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger stepped around from where they were hidden behind the stone balustrade at the bottom of the steps. They were on their way back inside when they saw Ginny yelling out a lung at a dumbstruck Malfoy. Each one of them had a shocked expression on their face.
"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch and feed his carcass to Fluffy," snarled a perturbed Ron.
"I think Fluffy would spit his said carcass right out. I think the creatures living in the lake would have more of a field day feasting on that git's carcass," muttered a dumbfounded Harry.
"You two sound pretty vile, but I agree with you," Hermione couldn't believe what she just found out. She knew there was a new man in Ginny's life, she just didn't know who it was. Ginny was pretty tight-lipped about his identity. Now Hermione knew why.
Some 20 years into the future,
An old schoolroom with shattered glass windows & broken tables and chairs…
IT WAS THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT. A grandfather clock in the distance chimed indicating the hour.
Midnight.
"Perfect," grinned the figure in the center of the room shrouded in black from head to foot. With a snap of its fingers a wand appeared. The figure muttered a word, pointed the tip of the wand at one of the dozen candles circling it. A light shot out from the tip and ignited the candle, then proceeded to light the rest.
Once all the candles were lit, the figure moved to the middle of the circle, spread its arms wide open and tilted its head back, the hood covering its head slid off revealing long, shiny strawberry-blond hair that tumbled down the figure's back.
"Reveal the cause of thy heartache; bring thyself to thee and let thyself be free!"
A gush of strong, cold wind whipped what was left of the shattered windows open, causing shattered glass to shatter to thousand more pieces, the candles surrounding the figure almost blown out as the wind picked up its pace, circling around the figure. Unperturbed, the figure continued chanting the spell until it was lifted off the ground and thrown across the room.
The figure hit the wall hard, briefly glimpsing the candles blew out before darkness consumed it…
