Fantastic Beasts | 7. Alicanto | [scenario] write a story set outside at night
Scavenger Hunt | 14. Write a story set in the Trio era
365 | 300. [action] stargazing


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Beneath the Stars

Harry woke with a start to find Ginny sitting on the edge of his bed, one hand resting on his arm. She held a finger up to her lips and then slipped out of bed, a quick wave indicating that Harry should follow her. He slipped out of bed, grabbing his glasses as he followed her down the stairs toward the common room.

"What is it?" he whispered, worried that something might be wrong. If he'd been more awake, his mind probably would have been spinning with anxious theories.

"I just want to show you something," she answered cryptically, moving toward the portrait hole.

Again, Harry followed. Ginny floated, silent and ethereal, through the hallways, all the way to the Entrance Hall. She pushed open the door and emerged into the midnight air, a light breeze making the hem of her shirt flutter lightly. She kept walking across the grounds, pale skin shining in the moonlight while Harry followed her like a shadow. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered that this was the way to the Quidditch pitch. Ginny kept walking until she reached the middle of the pitch and then stopped, reaching out to take his hand.

"Okay, what did you want to show me?" Harry asked, blinking sleepily.

"Just this," she said, waving her arms vaguely around them.

"The Quidditch pitch?" he clarified, brows furrowing in confusion.

"No, well, sort of," Ginny answered with a light laugh. "When I used to sneak out to practice, when I was younger, I played a lot at night. I used to love it, the warm summer air and a cool breeze, stars peppering the sky. It's peaceful."

"Yeah, I guess it is," Harry replied, looking up at the sky.

Ginny lay down in the grass, red hair fanned out around her shoulders, and Harry followed her lead.

"Sometimes, when it was really nice out, I'd lay down like this when I was done, just fall asleep looking at the stars," she whispered, caught up in the memories as she threaded their fingers together.

"That sounds nice," Harry murmured, feeling sleepy again as he looked up toward the heavens.

"D'you know what? It really was."