How can you mend a broken heart…
He was freezing… It had to be, what? –20 degrees outside?
His teeth were rattling, his hands were shaking, his hair was frozen and he no longer had any feeling in his feet. The darkness around him made him even more cold… Strange how he once loved it and hated the light of day.
That brought his thoughts back to her. His girl. His Ginny.
Oh, how he missed her… Love was something he had thought himself incapable of feeling since his parents had never shown any affection towards him or each other. But that had all changed when he met Ginny. He remembered it so well. It seemed as if it was just the day before he had walked straight into her and started yelling at her for her clumsiness. He had never thought that the Weasleys had courage, but this feisty little girl had more than he had expected.
She had yelled at him and told him her own piece of mind of what she thought about him and 'his kind'. That was when he had fallen. Fallen hard.
The next few weeks he couldn't stop thinking about her and it was driving him mad. So one day he had just simply told her and when he did he had expected her to laugh at him, it was certainly what he had deserved, but instead she had just thrown herself into his arms and started kissing him wildly.
It was the craziest moment in his entire life.
They had been together since that moment on and that was in his 5th year, and now he was in his 7th.
Or he should be in his 7th. Right now he had no idea where he was.
Well, by the looks of it he was in a forest but that didn't help him much.
Last time he had known his whereabouts he was in Germany fighting off Death Eaters.
Then suddenly a white blinding light had erased all of the enemy's fighters and left only himself and dead Aurors.
He didn't remember anything since then, because he had fallen asleep from exhaustion and when he woke up he was lying in the forest, where he was at that moment.
Without his wand, without his cloak, without food or water and without Ginny.
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Hours went by as Draco walked. The ground was covered in snow and ice and each step felt like it would be his last. Finally though, he came to a small clearing, and in that clearing a small cabin lay peacefully. Smoke was coming out of the chimney and Draco smelled food.
He walked cautiously up to it and looked inside through a dirty window.
One single old woman stood by a small fire, stirring in a cauldron that was filled with what Draco sorely hoped was soup or some sort of stew.
He must have made a noise because the woman turned her head quickly and spotted him.
Instead of the horrifying expression Draco thought she would get by seeing him there she just simply smiled and gestured for him to come inside, and Draco needn't be told twice.
He slowly made his way to the front and opened the door. A blast of warm air hit him and he shivered.
"Come inside child… Do not stand out there in the cold." The woman spoke English. British. Did that mean…?
"I'm sorry," Draco found his voice was raspy, "but I don't know where I am. Cou-", "Oh, of course… Hogwarts is only a few miles from here." She smiled and Draco was shocked. How did she know he was a wizard? And the hell did she know that he was going to Hogwarts?
"Oh, don't look so surprised dear child. I know those robes you wear. You are from the Slytherin house, yes?" but the woman continued before he could answer. "I went to Hogwarts myself… Ah, but that is long ago." A smile and a faraway look came upon her face and Draco cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry, but how did you kno-" but again he was interrupted.
"You are Draco Malfoy, I presume? Yes, of course you are. How can you not be with that hair and those looks? Well sit down child! You needn't stand! And close the door, the wind will not show any mercy tonight. Better to hold the warmth inside and keep the cold outside, wouldn't you say?" Draco was… surprised at the woman, but she kept talking and he only listened as she forced him down into a chair and gave him three woolly blankets that immediately warmed his frozen body.
"I have heard about your…death, from Albus," Draco looked even more surprised at that. They thought he was dead? Oh, god what about Ginny? "Oh, yes, they all think that you are dead. They couldn't find your body anywhere though. Some said that you had disappeared along with all the others of You-Know-Who's supporters. One, as I heard, even dared to say that you were You-Know-Who's closest supporter, but he were…eliminated at once." She put a bowl of food in front of him and took a seat at the small table. "You have been gone for a very long time, boy," Draco's head shot up. "How long?" he asked before she could say anything else.
"Oh, almost three months! You don't remember anything? Well, that is not so odd… You will remember soon enough, I suppose. Your funeral has been held and you are buried in the grounds of Hogwarts. Your parents are dead. Or they both disappeared with You-Know-Who being Death Eaters as they were." Draco couldn't believe it. She was saying all these things as if she was talking about the weather!
"Albus told me to keep a look out for you… He never believed you died… Great man, Albus Dumbledore. Keeps his faith in people and things that is almost impossible. Oh, dear, look at the time! You should go to bed, you look like your dead!" Then she started laughing at her own joke. "Oh, I crack myself up sometimes. I must say that it has been rather lonely out here, just waiting for a dead guy to show up," she grinned again, "and as I told Albus this morning I would not stay here for another week. Good of you to show up now, I was getting worried. I would have waited here until the day I died, because I always feel so guilty when Albus tells me to do something and I refuse. Oh, I know what you are going to say, that it is not necessary to feel guilty for something that is not my fault, but oh well… That's me!" She kept babbling about something and Draco didn't manage to follow her so his thoughts trailed to Ginny.
"Please ma'am. I need to know. Have you heard anything about a girl… Ginny Weasley?"
The woman stopped in the middle of an explanation of how she and Albus Dumbledore had met and a thoughtful expression came upon her old face.
"Ginny Weasley…Yes, I've heard that name… Oh, isn't that the poor child who… No, it couldn't be her…" Draco started to get impatient. "What? What is it?" This time it was the woman's turn to look surprised, but she answered in the same cheerful tone of voice she had used before. "I could be wrong, but I think Ginny Weasley is the girl who died only a few weeks ago. A heart failure, I think it was…-" she kept talking, but Draco had gone deaf.
Ginny was dead? No, she couldn't possibly be…
She told him she would wait for his return! They were getting married, she had said yes! She couldn't be dead…
He had to know… He couldn't wait to find out.
Draco leapt out of his chair and ran to the door, tearing it open, ignoring the old woman's protests.
Outside it was colder than it had ever been, but he didn't care.
1 He had to know…
The woman hadn't given him directions, but somehow he knew which way to go so he kept running, ignoring the sounds that came from all sides of him.
The Forbidden Forest… He was in the Forbidden Forest.
Still he didn't care.
His foot caught on something and he fell hard on the ground, face first.
He lay there for what seemed hours, his exhausted body finally taking its grip on his mind.
He raised his head and stared up at Hogwarts castle.
He blinked…
He was there! Ginny!
He raised himself up of the ground again and started half running, half stumbling towards the doors.
He pushed them open and screams erupted from inside the hallway. He knew that he must have looked mad, but the thought didn't register at that moment.
All he thought of was getting to Ginny… If she was still alive.
He looked down the hallway and saw a flash or red.
"Ginny," he whispered.
But no, it wasn't her…
"Malfoy?!" Draco turned around and saw Ginny's brother, Ron, staring at him with a shocked expression on his face.
But Draco couldn't take anymore. He was too tired, too exhausted to even fathom the things that were happening around him.
His eyes rolled up in his head and everything went black.
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What do you think? I'm not that satisfied with it, I think it all happens too fast, but I wanted to get this posted as quickly as I could.
After all, if you all hate it, then I can just take it down again and change it.
I want to thank all of my reviewers who really brightened up my day:
AdaRen- I know, I love the thought of them together!
PotterPrincess-Thank you!
Krissy-Thanks!
Cree Madden-I hope it wasn't too dramatic! (Drama is good, but it CAN get too much!)
Laura-Thank you so much!
Silverwitch-Thank you for your opinion, it really means a lot to me!
Book-Lover-210- I know… I started to cry when I wrote the ending, but hey… That's just me. I'm going to do something about the baby 'situation', though…
Mask of Dawn-Thank you so much!
Ariadna-Don't worry, how can I NOT write how Ginny's brothers reacts to the situation…?
Thank you all for your reviews!
Happy Writing!
Steaming Teapot.
He was freezing… It had to be, what? –20 degrees outside?
His teeth were rattling, his hands were shaking, his hair was frozen and he no longer had any feeling in his feet. The darkness around him made him even more cold… Strange how he once loved it and hated the light of day.
That brought his thoughts back to her. His girl. His Ginny.
Oh, how he missed her… Love was something he had thought himself incapable of feeling since his parents had never shown any affection towards him or each other. But that had all changed when he met Ginny. He remembered it so well. It seemed as if it was just the day before he had walked straight into her and started yelling at her for her clumsiness. He had never thought that the Weasleys had courage, but this feisty little girl had more than he had expected.
She had yelled at him and told him her own piece of mind of what she thought about him and 'his kind'. That was when he had fallen. Fallen hard.
The next few weeks he couldn't stop thinking about her and it was driving him mad. So one day he had just simply told her and when he did he had expected her to laugh at him, it was certainly what he had deserved, but instead she had just thrown herself into his arms and started kissing him wildly.
It was the craziest moment in his entire life.
They had been together since that moment on and that was in his 5th year, and now he was in his 7th.
Or he should be in his 7th. Right now he had no idea where he was.
Well, by the looks of it he was in a forest but that didn't help him much.
Last time he had known his whereabouts he was in Germany fighting off Death Eaters.
Then suddenly a white blinding light had erased all of the enemy's fighters and left only himself and dead Aurors.
He didn't remember anything since then, because he had fallen asleep from exhaustion and when he woke up he was lying in the forest, where he was at that moment.
Without his wand, without his cloak, without food or water and without Ginny.
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Hours went by as Draco walked. The ground was covered in snow and ice and each step felt like it would be his last. Finally though, he came to a small clearing, and in that clearing a small cabin lay peacefully. Smoke was coming out of the chimney and Draco smelled food.
He walked cautiously up to it and looked inside through a dirty window.
One single old woman stood by a small fire, stirring in a cauldron that was filled with what Draco sorely hoped was soup or some sort of stew.
He must have made a noise because the woman turned her head quickly and spotted him.
Instead of the horrifying expression Draco thought she would get by seeing him there she just simply smiled and gestured for him to come inside, and Draco needn't be told twice.
He slowly made his way to the front and opened the door. A blast of warm air hit him and he shivered.
"Come inside child… Do not stand out there in the cold." The woman spoke English. British. Did that mean…?
"I'm sorry," Draco found his voice was raspy, "but I don't know where I am. Cou-", "Oh, of course… Hogwarts is only a few miles from here." She smiled and Draco was shocked. How did she know he was a wizard? And the hell did she know that he was going to Hogwarts?
"Oh, don't look so surprised dear child. I know those robes you wear. You are from the Slytherin house, yes?" but the woman continued before he could answer. "I went to Hogwarts myself… Ah, but that is long ago." A smile and a faraway look came upon her face and Draco cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry, but how did you kno-" but again he was interrupted.
"You are Draco Malfoy, I presume? Yes, of course you are. How can you not be with that hair and those looks? Well sit down child! You needn't stand! And close the door, the wind will not show any mercy tonight. Better to hold the warmth inside and keep the cold outside, wouldn't you say?" Draco was… surprised at the woman, but she kept talking and he only listened as she forced him down into a chair and gave him three woolly blankets that immediately warmed his frozen body.
"I have heard about your…death, from Albus," Draco looked even more surprised at that. They thought he was dead? Oh, god what about Ginny? "Oh, yes, they all think that you are dead. They couldn't find your body anywhere though. Some said that you had disappeared along with all the others of You-Know-Who's supporters. One, as I heard, even dared to say that you were You-Know-Who's closest supporter, but he were…eliminated at once." She put a bowl of food in front of him and took a seat at the small table. "You have been gone for a very long time, boy," Draco's head shot up. "How long?" he asked before she could say anything else.
"Oh, almost three months! You don't remember anything? Well, that is not so odd… You will remember soon enough, I suppose. Your funeral has been held and you are buried in the grounds of Hogwarts. Your parents are dead. Or they both disappeared with You-Know-Who being Death Eaters as they were." Draco couldn't believe it. She was saying all these things as if she was talking about the weather!
"Albus told me to keep a look out for you… He never believed you died… Great man, Albus Dumbledore. Keeps his faith in people and things that is almost impossible. Oh, dear, look at the time! You should go to bed, you look like your dead!" Then she started laughing at her own joke. "Oh, I crack myself up sometimes. I must say that it has been rather lonely out here, just waiting for a dead guy to show up," she grinned again, "and as I told Albus this morning I would not stay here for another week. Good of you to show up now, I was getting worried. I would have waited here until the day I died, because I always feel so guilty when Albus tells me to do something and I refuse. Oh, I know what you are going to say, that it is not necessary to feel guilty for something that is not my fault, but oh well… That's me!" She kept babbling about something and Draco didn't manage to follow her so his thoughts trailed to Ginny.
"Please ma'am. I need to know. Have you heard anything about a girl… Ginny Weasley?"
The woman stopped in the middle of an explanation of how she and Albus Dumbledore had met and a thoughtful expression came upon her old face.
"Ginny Weasley…Yes, I've heard that name… Oh, isn't that the poor child who… No, it couldn't be her…" Draco started to get impatient. "What? What is it?" This time it was the woman's turn to look surprised, but she answered in the same cheerful tone of voice she had used before. "I could be wrong, but I think Ginny Weasley is the girl who died only a few weeks ago. A heart failure, I think it was…-" she kept talking, but Draco had gone deaf.
Ginny was dead? No, she couldn't possibly be…
She told him she would wait for his return! They were getting married, she had said yes! She couldn't be dead…
He had to know… He couldn't wait to find out.
Draco leapt out of his chair and ran to the door, tearing it open, ignoring the old woman's protests.
Outside it was colder than it had ever been, but he didn't care.
1 He had to know…
The woman hadn't given him directions, but somehow he knew which way to go so he kept running, ignoring the sounds that came from all sides of him.
The Forbidden Forest… He was in the Forbidden Forest.
Still he didn't care.
His foot caught on something and he fell hard on the ground, face first.
He lay there for what seemed hours, his exhausted body finally taking its grip on his mind.
He raised his head and stared up at Hogwarts castle.
He blinked…
He was there! Ginny!
He raised himself up of the ground again and started half running, half stumbling towards the doors.
He pushed them open and screams erupted from inside the hallway. He knew that he must have looked mad, but the thought didn't register at that moment.
All he thought of was getting to Ginny… If she was still alive.
He looked down the hallway and saw a flash or red.
"Ginny," he whispered.
But no, it wasn't her…
"Malfoy?!" Draco turned around and saw Ginny's brother, Ron, staring at him with a shocked expression on his face.
But Draco couldn't take anymore. He was too tired, too exhausted to even fathom the things that were happening around him.
His eyes rolled up in his head and everything went black.
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What do you think? I'm not that satisfied with it, I think it all happens too fast, but I wanted to get this posted as quickly as I could.
After all, if you all hate it, then I can just take it down again and change it.
I want to thank all of my reviewers who really brightened up my day:
AdaRen- I know, I love the thought of them together!
PotterPrincess-Thank you!
Krissy-Thanks!
Cree Madden-I hope it wasn't too dramatic! (Drama is good, but it CAN get too much!)
Laura-Thank you so much!
Silverwitch-Thank you for your opinion, it really means a lot to me!
Book-Lover-210- I know… I started to cry when I wrote the ending, but hey… That's just me. I'm going to do something about the baby 'situation', though…
Mask of Dawn-Thank you so much!
Ariadna-Don't worry, how can I NOT write how Ginny's brothers reacts to the situation…?
Thank you all for your reviews!
Happy Writing!
Steaming Teapot.