A/N: I guess you could call this Part Two of the prologue. This is Ginny's part. Also, in case you haven't figured it out, this is an A/U fic. I don't think Harry Potter has enough of them, so as someone who knows much about a/u from living in the Digimon section (nine out of ten fics there are alternate universe), I'm here to revolutionize this place. Very big task I know, but here I am nonetheless. Therefore, many people might seem OOC to you. They're not, because this isn't the same universe. Also, you might find someone riding a horse and making a phone call and watching television and the year is 1938. Well, it's 1938 in a different universe. See what I mean?
Disclaimer: Harry Potter (and Digimon) don't belong to me. But I'm going to get that winning bid at ebay eventually.
Ginny Weasley fanned herself as she sat on the pew of her church. She sat beside her brothers, their wives, and their children. She still hadn't married, and her family thought her to be a future spinster. Several men tried courting her, but none of them suited her. Her father had a soft spot for her, so if he wasn't good enough in her eyes, he'd forbid their relationship. Arthur Weasley only wanted the best for his children, since he wasn't able to provide that himself. Everyone knew this, and only the bravest men tried to get her. Unfortunately, Harry Potter was one of those people.
Harry Potter had set his sights on Ginny last month, approximately fifteen years after she got over her crush on him. She'd met him at age five, and now that she was twenty-two, she had set her sights ahead. Now if only there was someone there to look at.
Sighing, she elbowed her brother Percy, who was talking very loudly, and tried to focus her mind on the sermon. She just wished everyone would shut up about their own meaningless lives, and for just an hour on one day for every week devote themselves to the higher power.
Ginny was by no means very religious, she just believed that with only one day out of the week to have where everyone comes together to worship their Lord, they should make the very most of it.
She couldn't help but looked relieved when the church service was over. She loved being there, even if she did feel it was her duty, but she just wished it wasn't a family affair. She excused herself from her family so that she might walk home without her them for some fresh air while they stayed and socialized. She used this excuse every week and they had yet to catch on that she just wanted to be rid of them.
She stepped out of the doors, grateful that her Sunday hat this week had a rather large brim, as she had left her parasol at home (again) and the sun was shining brightly. She walked for a few minutes, before she came to her most despised part of walking home-the cemetary. She had to walk through the horrid place to get to where her small home was. She opened the gate and stepped in. Instantly she felt the spirits of the people who now lived her swirl around her. Even if she couldn't see them, she felt them, and that's what scared her. She had managed to take another step when she heard someone weeping. Scared at first that it was a ghost, she froze. She slowly turned her head and to her left she saw a man bent down in front of a grave...or was he looking at the other one?
Ginny-kind, caring, and above all curious-made her way to the man. She rested her hand on his shoulder and he gave a little jump. His head look up at her, and she was greeted with the bluest eyes she had ever seen in her life. They were filled with tears, but they were beautiful. Her breath was caught in her throat. She had ever seen eyes as soulful as this man's.
"Yes?" he asked her.
"Huh?" Ginny said, snapped out of her reverie.
"What did you want?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just I heard you crying and I just..." she trailed off, as he nodded.
"Well you don't need to worry about me. I'm just fine."
He stalked off with that, leaving her alone. She turned her head down, and saw the graves she had wondered over earlier.
Blaise Stasia Malfoy
1912-1938
She was greatly loved by all.
Drake Thomas Malfoy
1933-1938
He will remain with us forever.
Dazma-I'm sorry it's so short, but here it is anyway! :p
Kitycat87: Yesh, poor, poor, poor Draco. But I'll let Ginny make him better (and for the ending I've got for YSAI, I'm gonna need that)
Dark Angel: It's A/U. Draco's a caring, sensitive guy! Well...maybe not...^^;
Disclaimer: Harry Potter (and Digimon) don't belong to me. But I'm going to get that winning bid at ebay eventually.
Ginny Weasley fanned herself as she sat on the pew of her church. She sat beside her brothers, their wives, and their children. She still hadn't married, and her family thought her to be a future spinster. Several men tried courting her, but none of them suited her. Her father had a soft spot for her, so if he wasn't good enough in her eyes, he'd forbid their relationship. Arthur Weasley only wanted the best for his children, since he wasn't able to provide that himself. Everyone knew this, and only the bravest men tried to get her. Unfortunately, Harry Potter was one of those people.
Harry Potter had set his sights on Ginny last month, approximately fifteen years after she got over her crush on him. She'd met him at age five, and now that she was twenty-two, she had set her sights ahead. Now if only there was someone there to look at.
Sighing, she elbowed her brother Percy, who was talking very loudly, and tried to focus her mind on the sermon. She just wished everyone would shut up about their own meaningless lives, and for just an hour on one day for every week devote themselves to the higher power.
Ginny was by no means very religious, she just believed that with only one day out of the week to have where everyone comes together to worship their Lord, they should make the very most of it.
She couldn't help but looked relieved when the church service was over. She loved being there, even if she did feel it was her duty, but she just wished it wasn't a family affair. She excused herself from her family so that she might walk home without her them for some fresh air while they stayed and socialized. She used this excuse every week and they had yet to catch on that she just wanted to be rid of them.
She stepped out of the doors, grateful that her Sunday hat this week had a rather large brim, as she had left her parasol at home (again) and the sun was shining brightly. She walked for a few minutes, before she came to her most despised part of walking home-the cemetary. She had to walk through the horrid place to get to where her small home was. She opened the gate and stepped in. Instantly she felt the spirits of the people who now lived her swirl around her. Even if she couldn't see them, she felt them, and that's what scared her. She had managed to take another step when she heard someone weeping. Scared at first that it was a ghost, she froze. She slowly turned her head and to her left she saw a man bent down in front of a grave...or was he looking at the other one?
Ginny-kind, caring, and above all curious-made her way to the man. She rested her hand on his shoulder and he gave a little jump. His head look up at her, and she was greeted with the bluest eyes she had ever seen in her life. They were filled with tears, but they were beautiful. Her breath was caught in her throat. She had ever seen eyes as soulful as this man's.
"Yes?" he asked her.
"Huh?" Ginny said, snapped out of her reverie.
"What did you want?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just I heard you crying and I just..." she trailed off, as he nodded.
"Well you don't need to worry about me. I'm just fine."
He stalked off with that, leaving her alone. She turned her head down, and saw the graves she had wondered over earlier.
Blaise Stasia Malfoy
1912-1938
She was greatly loved by all.
Drake Thomas Malfoy
1933-1938
He will remain with us forever.
Dazma-I'm sorry it's so short, but here it is anyway! :p
Kitycat87: Yesh, poor, poor, poor Draco. But I'll let Ginny make him better (and for the ending I've got for YSAI, I'm gonna need that)
Dark Angel: It's A/U. Draco's a caring, sensitive guy! Well...maybe not...^^;