Disclaimer: I do not own anything created by J.K. Rowling, no matter how much I wish. I only own the plot of the story.
First chapter! I liked writing this a lot, Ginny is a strong character. Remember to R&R, motivation means a lot! Thank you so much to purple389; my first reviewer, and I'm glad that you like it.
I was flying. The wind was a soft caress against my cheek and tangled my ginger hair. Smooth, polished wood of a broom lies underneath my fingertips. I tilt slightly forward and accelerate. Now the wind whips mercilessly at my crimson Quidditch robes and the corners of my mouth pull up into a happy grin.
The pitch is beautiful today. A prefect cerulean shades the sunny sky and white puffs of cotton float above the grounds providing some nice shade. Despite the warmth provided by the sun, the Black Lake seems inhabited. The waters sparkle and the rippling surface suggests that the Giant Squid is up and about; probably basking in the sunlight. The castle is the most prominent feature of the grounds. Its beauty overshadows anything that I've ever seen. The enchanted school is my home away from home; and it always will be. The dark stone castle walls bring out the myriad of colors in the stained glass windows that move beautifully and the towers touch the tips of the heavens. The closest tower to me is my home. Gryffindor tower. I wish to go there but at this point flying just holds my attention better.
"Gin!" A familiar voice calls.
Frantically I spin around, looking for the mystery person.
Waving his hand in an excited fashion, Fred is mounted on his broom at the other end of the field.
"FRED!" I squeal like a little girl; but at this point, I don't care. As fast as the broom allows I zoom towards my brother and crash into him as we embrace. The positioning is a little awkward, with both of us being on brooms and all, but we make it work. Tears well up in my eyes and my throat threatens to close with emotion.
"How… I-I thought you were dead." I sniffle and wipe my eyes with my sleeve.
"Am I really?" Fred looks amused. I think about coming up with some clever retort but I quickly give up and hug him again.
"You left me." It was nonsense to accuse him of such a thing, but this is how I am feel right now.
"I'm sorry." He seems sincere; but different. Usually by now, about two minutes into the conversation, Fred would have me on the floor laughing. Not that I would enjoy that being on a broom the dangers are endless. How could he be here? He was dead after all. I had seen his lifeless body myself. Unless I was dead too. The last few moments of my life suddenly overwhelmed me. A hand gripped my shoulder. "Are you alright?" Usually I was the one to say that, but now I didn't feel alright. Sick, actually.
"No. I need to sit." We fly over side by side to the Gryffindor stands to sit in the area where the teachers would have been. "Fred; we've lost." I say. There wasn't a twinge of emotion in my voice but I feel so much inside of me. Weakness, sorrow, guilt, anger, and love. For a minute I wait for him to reply and reassure me that everything was okay but he just sat there, head in his hands, contemplating. Dull pain spreads through my body. I assume it to be heartbreak, after losing so many loved ones. The pain starts the burn in my chest, eating away at my heart. My breathing speeds and I clutch my chest. "Fred." I say, a little panicked. My arm reaches for his hand but I can't find it. The pain spreads through my arms all the way to my fingertips. Adrenaline pumps my heart faster. Rotating my neck I look to where Fred was moments ago and he is not there. Gone. But both brooms are there. I stand and fight the pain as I head towards the stairs. Before I reach them, the fire hits my legs. A second later I'm on my hands and knees, fighting the blackness that lines my peripheral vision. My scream only makes a small sound when the pain flares through my throat and brain. My back arches and I'm writhing in pain, fighting for some control. I know that my eyes are still open when then blackness engulfs the innocent blue sky. I feel like I'm being eviscerated; or maybe I'm being turned inside out.
A flash of white light blinds me and I feel nothing.
The chirping of birds brings me to my senses. Previous pain is completely absent, in fact I feel great, besides the fact that I'm extremely dizzy. Good thing I'm lying on my back because even now the world is spinning. Someone screams and I open my eyes. It's like looking at a spinning picture. From what I can see, I'm in a forest. The Forbidden Forest if I'm correct. Is it a good thing that I'm not the one screaming? Whoever it was is silent now. And so are the birds.
After ten seconds of watching the world spin it doesn't seem to slow down so I decide to stand and hope for the best. Which is not what I get. My arms flail comically and my feet search for solid ground. It's like trying to walk on marbles. I'm thankful that a nearby tree takes care to steady me and grab my shoulders. What?
I look up and try to get my bearings. The jet black hair immediately made me think of Harry, I almost all his name, but this hair was far too neat. It framed this face perfectly without one drop of hair product. His beautiful cream skin was blemish free and he had a strong jaw. The arms that gripped me were muscular and strong. High cheekbones brought my eyes to rest on crystal blue orbs seemingly overflowing with concern. Looking into his eyes = bad idea. Whatever dizziness I had lost before all came back in a tsunami wave. Using my voice would get me nowhere so I just focused on standing upright.
"Are you alright, Miss?" His voice was lush and deep like velvet; it made me want to melt. What am I thinking? Harry just died! I stop ogling immediately and jerk away from him forcefully.
"Fantastic." I said a little too sharply. Who was this person? Surely I would have seen him in class or in the Great Hall; he was most likely a sixth year like me but he could pass for a seventh year. He raises an eyebrow at me in question and I can see surprise and confusion in his eyes. Damn it. I almost lose my balance again. He reaches an arm towards me but I grab hold of a tree and wrap my arms around it in an embrace. I hear a chuckle. I groan. "Go away." My voice sounds childish but hugging the tree seems to help the dizziness and prevent myself from getting sick.
"Please," he begins, "let me take you to the hospital wing. You look a bit green." He stood there waiting for me to respond so I slowly obeyed and let him help me out of the forest.
I pray that no one I know sees me with this mystery boy who now has his arm around my waist. He is half carrying me and I don't like it. I can't really do much though so I begin to think about bigger problems. Why was Hogwarts intact? Nothing happens that fast. And how long have I been dead? Was I even dead? I'm burning with curiosity.
We reach the hospital wing and the heavy nurse who I do not recognize bustles over in a fret. "Oh my! Sweety you're green!" I give her a weak smile and the caring woman gestures the handsome student to place me on a cot. He stands there eyeing me strangely as the nurse looks for something in a cabinet. "Aha!" She says happily and uncorks a small blue vial. "You can go now; you'll only hold me back." She says to the boy as she nudges him out of the way to stand next to me. He glances back at me and the door like he is unsure for a moment and then leaves with a simple nod.
The nurse watches me as my eyes follow him leaving. "Isn't he a looker?" She laughs quietly and hands me the vial of thick liquid. "That Tom Riddle is going to make something of him." I barely have time to reach the bucket before I vomit.
You like? ;) It took a while for me to write and is disappointedly short . I promise to try and make longer chapters. Hopefully the next will be up before Christmas but if not, happy holidays! All I want for Christmas is reviews!
