A/N: I'm finally back! After a long wait (thanks for being patient)
here's...*drumroll*...CHAPTER 4!
Chapter 4
Ginny was speed-walking to the Quidditch field, eager to find out her Quidditch-playing fate. She pushed the heavy wooden doors open and walked onto the gigantic field. A whipping wind rushed at her as she stepped onto the cold, wet field, making her stumble a bit backward. She straightened up and walked to where Madam Hooch told everyone to meet, only no one was there. The field was awfully quiet...and eerie. The grass had dulled to brown and the sky a cool gray. Ginny felt..she felt- alone. There was something about the field- the atmosphere, that was..evil. She was very cold and began to shiver, so she decided to go back into the castle, and ask someone where everyone was supposed to meet. She thought maybe she had misheard Madam Hooch. She spun around very quickly and began to run towards the doors. She felt as if she was running for hours when she finally reached the enormous doors. She pulled as hard as she could, but couldn't muster up the strength to open them. The doors had never been so heavy before. She panicked, and started banging on them. Something made her feel so helpless and desperate that she began pounding on them as hard as she could. She did this with no result, until her hand started to bleed. She sat down on the ground and held the bleeding cut on her hand. What now? She had nothing to cover up the wound. She hated to do it, but she ripped a piece of cloth off her borrowed Quidditch robes and wrapped it around her hand. Ginny would worry about the ripped Quidditch robes after. Right now, there were more important things to settle. Such as, how she would get into the castle, when her hand would stop bleeding, and where the whole Quidditch team was. After a few minutes, she managed to stand up and walk back to the doors. She pulled them with every muscle in her body, pulled, pulled, and pulled. She gave one humongous tug and fell backwards, onto the damp, brown grass. Ginny stole a quick glance of something big, black, and shapeless in the gray sky. That was the last thing she saw before she blacked out.
It was dark and cool in the Gryffindor common room. The sun had just set, and Ron began to wonder where Ginny was. He figured she had went to the library during the day, but shouldn't she have been back by now? He brushed it aside. She was probably still studying. Hermione's study habits had rubbed off on his little sister. Harry walked into the common room, sipping a mug of steaming hot butterbeer. "Where'd you get that, Harry?" Ron asked, curiously. Harry swallowed and replied, "Bought it off Fred and George. They had just come from Hogsmead. You know how they find their ways for everything." Harry grinned. "Yep, I know." Ron replied. Harry sat next to Ron on the scarlet couch. Everything was strangely quiet. In fact, the whole castle was quiet. It seemed the whole castle knew, that something, somewhere, was not right.
Note: I know it wasn't a good chapter!!!! *evil writers block* But don't worry, I have big plans for this fic, I just need to take time to write out all my plans. It will get better!!! Sorry it took me so long to update...you know how real life is =) Please review! Thanks everyone.
+SpiLLeD InK+
Chapter 4
Ginny was speed-walking to the Quidditch field, eager to find out her Quidditch-playing fate. She pushed the heavy wooden doors open and walked onto the gigantic field. A whipping wind rushed at her as she stepped onto the cold, wet field, making her stumble a bit backward. She straightened up and walked to where Madam Hooch told everyone to meet, only no one was there. The field was awfully quiet...and eerie. The grass had dulled to brown and the sky a cool gray. Ginny felt..she felt- alone. There was something about the field- the atmosphere, that was..evil. She was very cold and began to shiver, so she decided to go back into the castle, and ask someone where everyone was supposed to meet. She thought maybe she had misheard Madam Hooch. She spun around very quickly and began to run towards the doors. She felt as if she was running for hours when she finally reached the enormous doors. She pulled as hard as she could, but couldn't muster up the strength to open them. The doors had never been so heavy before. She panicked, and started banging on them. Something made her feel so helpless and desperate that she began pounding on them as hard as she could. She did this with no result, until her hand started to bleed. She sat down on the ground and held the bleeding cut on her hand. What now? She had nothing to cover up the wound. She hated to do it, but she ripped a piece of cloth off her borrowed Quidditch robes and wrapped it around her hand. Ginny would worry about the ripped Quidditch robes after. Right now, there were more important things to settle. Such as, how she would get into the castle, when her hand would stop bleeding, and where the whole Quidditch team was. After a few minutes, she managed to stand up and walk back to the doors. She pulled them with every muscle in her body, pulled, pulled, and pulled. She gave one humongous tug and fell backwards, onto the damp, brown grass. Ginny stole a quick glance of something big, black, and shapeless in the gray sky. That was the last thing she saw before she blacked out.
It was dark and cool in the Gryffindor common room. The sun had just set, and Ron began to wonder where Ginny was. He figured she had went to the library during the day, but shouldn't she have been back by now? He brushed it aside. She was probably still studying. Hermione's study habits had rubbed off on his little sister. Harry walked into the common room, sipping a mug of steaming hot butterbeer. "Where'd you get that, Harry?" Ron asked, curiously. Harry swallowed and replied, "Bought it off Fred and George. They had just come from Hogsmead. You know how they find their ways for everything." Harry grinned. "Yep, I know." Ron replied. Harry sat next to Ron on the scarlet couch. Everything was strangely quiet. In fact, the whole castle was quiet. It seemed the whole castle knew, that something, somewhere, was not right.
Note: I know it wasn't a good chapter!!!! *evil writers block* But don't worry, I have big plans for this fic, I just need to take time to write out all my plans. It will get better!!! Sorry it took me so long to update...you know how real life is =) Please review! Thanks everyone.
+SpiLLeD InK+