But I Can't Dance!
There is some minor language, if it's too much, tell me and I'll change the rating. I hope this is different enough for my readers!
Ginny got transported back in time... But who does she meet?
It happens once in a while. The arse end of time travel sends you back in to the arse end of time.
It's not fair.
Me? I was happy here in the Noughties. I was having the time of my life! I'd beat a war, lived through it, I had a family, a husband, children... Even a pet! Life couldn't have been better. Until the great 'good' that is time decided that I should go back in to the dark ages of British history. I mean, I'd already lived through one war... Why another? But that's what time does. It picks on those who are truly content, for it belives that only those who are content know how to guide the past in to the future. Bollocks.
My amazing husband had defeated Voldemort and now I was stuck in the middle of civil strife between Stephen and Matilda. And I was a woman. I never was one for History of Magic, so I never did pay attention, and see where that got me. One of the first civil wars. The first real dispute over the throne. The first Queen. And me, a woman, on her own stranded in the dark ages! In the Year of our Lord 1140. And thank God I know my bible otherwise I would truly have been doomed. If I hadn't had my wand I would surely have perished in those first days.
When time shat me out in the summer of 1140, in the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere, I was unimpressed to say the least. It had probably been raining, because when I landed on my arse it was straight in to a puddle. And what was I wearing? But of course, traditional dress. I can't embroider, never mind hem, and time put me back to an era when that was what everything was about? But of course, time is a bitch. A bitch on her period. I had these pathetic little leather shoes, which just absorbed every trace of water and mud for metres around, but I did, thankfully, have my wand. I kept it hidden underneath my dress, between my body and my chemise, kept in place by my ever tightened belt.
Did I mention that it was over a day before I ate?
Before time took me back I was hungover. So I was very dehydrated and low on energy. But like I said, time's a bitch. It didn't care. It wanted me to fix something but gave me no indication of what blunder it wanted me to mend. Typical man, is time.
When I finally found the will to stand up and walk towards the nearest plume of smoke - presumably rising from a chimney or some such - it took me hours. I lost track of time, but it was before noon when I got up from that skanky puddle and after dusk when I got to that pathetic excuse for a house. I was made of mud and thatch and it stank of crap and rotting met and vegetables. Disgusting. I stood outside the door.
"Hello?" I was shocked when I heard my voice. It didn't sound right. I said hello, but what came out of my mouth was most certainly not hello. What came out of my mouth was some gobbledegook from a few hundred years ago that not even the brightest historian could decipher. But who ever was inside apparently understood the child-speak that came from my mouth. And they looked at me and laughed.
"A bit early, aye? Yeh look like shit." Why thank you. She was dressed in a scarlet dress that was wound tight around her arms and waist, belted several times. It stopped at her knees and allowed her chemise to show under is. Slag. "Someone do ya over th'n?" She laughed at me. Cow.
I scowled at her. I was freezing, it was October for gods sake!
"Aye, well, best yeh be in. Ah'll lend ya a chemise. Bit short fir yeh like, but all th' same."
This fic has taken a lot of research, even if it is quite short.