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Tuesday, 3 December 2002
A/N: I've been keeping track … I'm still seeing ladybirds … it's a bit freaky … and I'm not lying either … anyhoo … if you've been waiting for this, than sorry it's taken a while … I've had to wait till I was in a shitty mood again or it would turn a bit silly …
Summery: Funny how sometimes two wrongs make a right. Ginny knew that something was wrong with her family but she was too young to understand. Now, several years later, the missing link from her life visits her, but does she recognise who it is? And whom will she turn to for comfort? When you're young you don't understand what your feeling, but you cant learn a lot about feelings within a couple of months, and when you think back you feel like an idiot.
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Blades of Grass and Ladybirds
~ Misery Guts
The Feast ran like clockwork. Sorting, Dumbledore says a few words, food, and then it's all over. Ginny sat in silence through the whole of it. It's not that she was being unsociable … well … it kind of was … but the fact that her only friend was a peanut that she carried around in her pocket didn't help. (A/N: SHUT UP BEC! TREVOUR IS COOL! And I think I should share the knowledge of how friendly peanuts are with everyone.)
There weren't as many students as there usually were. Since Voldemort's rising more and more students were being taken out of the school by their parents. At this point, around 20% of the students had been withdrawn from the school to be in the 'safety' of their homes.
Ginny sighed into her barely-touched food and stood awkwardly. A couple of eyes glanced in her direction as she slowly dragged her feet over to the door and exited the Great Hall. Ginny pushed her ear up to the door and listened intently to the happy chattering of the students on the other side and, for the first time ever, wished she were one of them. Its not that she was purposely left out or pick on by anyone at all … but sometimes you feel like being forgotten about, and others you don't. This moment was when she was hoping that someone that cared would walk out and ask her what was wrong, and wouldn't accept 'no' as an answer. But it seems that the world just goes on without her even when she didn't want it to.
Ginny moved out to the lake. It wasn't raining outside like it usually was. There was even a slight crack in the clouds that let in a single ray of moonlight that reflected from the lakes glassy surface. She found a nice flat rock that she could sit on without getting a wet bottom on the moist grass.
It was an empty place that was there, in her soul, since before she could remember that put her in these moods. She didn't know what it was, but something was missing, and it scared her that she could miss something that she couldn't remember.
"Why cant life be as easy as it is on TV?" Ginny yelled at herself.
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Ginny blinked to life the next morning. It took her a while to take in her surroundings, but when she did she had to gasp for breath. She was still outside. She was hidden well from everything around her, but still outside. She rubbed her eyes a couple of times till she could open them fully then stepped outside. Her vision was blurred slightly and her hair was flyaway … but she needed to get to the Great Hall for breakfast, so she just ran straight there … who cares what she looks like?
She took her usual seat at the Gryffindor table and just looked at the food. She realized that she wasn't hungry at all. She actually felt kind of sick. Odd.
Ginny blinked a few times before nudging the person next to her (who happened to be 3rd year by the name of Tony McMillan) and asking, "What's the password … I missed it last night."
The kid just gawked at her, gathered his things together and walked out of the hall a quickly as possible without breaking into a run.
Ginny glanced around the room to see if anyone was laughing at her … no … nobody seemed to notice … Ginny then stood, found her brother and got the password from him. She then proceeded to stomp out of the Great Hall, into her dorms and stand in front of the mirror to see the damage that sleeping outside on a freezing cold night with nothing but her school robes for cover had caused to her appearance.
Just what she thought … she looked exactly how she felt … which isn't saying much at all.
Shithouse.
Ginny only shared the dorm room with one other girl, who was currently at breakfast. It was a comforting thought that nobody was going to walk in on her too soon. She sat on the bed with her head in her hands.
'I can't stand this for much longer!'
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Classes were as usual. Besides the fact that there were only 5 other Gryffindors, 6 Hufflepuffs, 5 Ravenclaws, and 7 Slytherins and they all had to share the same class … everything was normal.
First off was D.A.D.A. Ginny took a seat up the back of the class. She didn't like the fact that if anyone sat behind her they'd see her back and she wouldn't know if that were looking at her or not.
"Now, class …" the new defence against the darks arts teacher began, "I am Professor Astora. These days defence against the dark arts is very important … so listen up, and don't miss a beat of what I say because, I assure you, it's all important."
Ginny drifted off. This teacher was very boring. She was tall and gangling with her very grey hair curled up in a tight bun. Her black robes were skin tight around the bust to the knees and very flowing from the knees down and on the sleaves. It looked as if she was trying to look like an older version of Mortisha Adams.
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'Dark. Damp. And haunted. Not how I wish to spent my afternoon.'
Classes had been and gone. Nobody seemed to notice her skip lunch and sidle away from dinner early again. She had just lost her appetite lately. No big problem. Ginny was now walking down a deserted hall in the dungeons. She had seen three ghosts in the last hour and ghosts gave her the heevy-geevies!
She came to a dead end and sat with her back to the wall.
'But if this is the only way I can be alone … then so be it!'
Heaving a book out of her backpack, she settled down to read. The book was 'Falling Leaves' by Adeline Yen-Mah. It's a sad story about a muggle woman and her screwed up childhood. It was quite compelling to Ginny about how this lady had gone through the worst and came out on top. Something that probably wouldn't have happened if her childhood weren't as screwed up as it was.
The stonewall was cold and hard on her back and a suit of armour down the hall creaked every now and then as it looked around. Other than that Ginny was quite comfortable with her position and felt safe against the wall at the dead end. Ginny pulled Sophia (Her peanut) out of her pocket and clutched her in her hand and began to be engrossed in her book.
15 minutes later she felt a presence coming toward her down the hall and finally hear the swish of a cloak. She looked up from her book just in time to see a familiar pair of eyes looking down on her.
"I followed you down here … what's wrong?"
"Nothing"
"Doesn't look like nothing"
"Nothing is wrong! Just leave me be!"
"I'm not accepting 'no' as an answer!"
'This boy is a mind reader!'
"Why do you want to know so bad?"
"Because I care."
"But why do you care?"
"Because I can relate …"
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"Who else do you have? Besides the peanut?" Draco said as he offered his hand to Ginny. Ginny looked at the boy suspiciously for a moment before putting everything in her bag and standing up.
"You don't know me and you should remember that fact!" Ginny yelled at Draco as she batted away his hand "So before you go around saying you can relate what I'm going through get your facts straight … and don't you ever talk about my peanut!" Very few can say 'don't you ever talk about my peanut' and maintain a threatening demeanour, but this is exactly what Ginny did.
Draco almost flinched at her powerful use of words. He had expected her to just melt at his use of the 'Malfoy charm'. But he could see the venom in her eyes at his presumption. She stormed away down the hall. Anger seemed to flow off her in waves of fire.
He could have sworn that if he left her for another 5 minutes she would have had a mental break down.
"Guess she is stronger than she looks" Draco thought as he smirked down the empty hall that Ginny had just exited.
~There is nothing more trusting than an innocent, but even an innocent should know better than to trust something pure evil.~
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A/N: I know … it's shorter than the last chapter … but that thing just wrote itself!!! This was harder … indeed … anyhoo … Ginny watches a lot of TV because I say so …
*~* IMPORTANT NEWS! *~* My beloved peanut and best friend, Trevour, is dead. I got him on 23/10/2002 and he died 5/12/02. He lived for 43 days (1 month, 2 weeks). His neck had gotten so worn through that when I pulled him out of my pocked to show everyone that he was still alive his head fell off. We had a burial for him ("we" being me and my friends John and Steve (the only other people that appreciated Trevour)) and we left some lovely flowers on his grave. Unfortunately, a very butch girl named Elissa Woods dug up his grave while I was in history and squashed his head into very small pieces and gave them to me during lunch (HOW SICK IS THAT!!!). Then she was picking on me when I started crying and I ran away and she is now on my 'to-punch-before-I-finish-school' list … with a cross against her name because she was already on it. And now I hope everyone hates her! Because she's BUTCH! And she made me cry! And making me cry is just wrong! It's like kicking a baby animal just after it was born … its just wrong …
~The Golden Goose
~MWAH!
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