Maybe I should wait 'till the fire goes out, Ginny thought. No, by then it'd be morning...
She waited anxiously inside the caravan, peeking outside, to where everyone had fallen asleep. She wondered where Tom–-
Voldemort. His name's Voldemort. Not Tom. He was never Tom, he was just evil.
She mentally shook herself. Come on, Weasley, pull yourself together, woman...you're escaping. You'll be home soon. Everything will be okay.
Now or never. If someone caught her, she could just say that she had come to put the fire out because it was bothering her. They wouldn't really care about her, but it would surely pass with them in this state.
She slowly crept into shadow. Making her way to the most, she decided, comatose of the group, she attempted not to notice the chill in the air. She reached for the wand the man had in his hand, and it gripped it strong.
Everyone seemed to be holding their breath.
It was as if the world had been put on mute, and all sound was instead replaced by an odd whoosh of air that filled her ear drums.
The wand slipped out of his hand at an agonizing pace, but it was finally in her possession. It was hard not to break into a run as she crept from the odd scene and into the darkness of the wood. She just kept going, until she was sure she was far enough away for them not to hear or see anything she was doing. She relaxed a little. This spell would take almost all she had, but it was her only hope.
"Parere assistere..." She murmured, several times over, pointing the wand up. She kept on going untill white lights bloomed from the tip of the wand and spread across the heavens. They didn't stay like that for long, though. They formed a cord that seemed to be playing connect-the-dots with the stars, and then it zoomed across the sky.
Towards civilization.
She smiled a bit, then stumbled back towards camp, collecting herself long enough as not to get caught. She quietly put the wand back beside the person she took it from.
She crept back into her caravan, only to find...
"Hello, Ginny. It's good of you to join me..." The form of Tom Riddle sat upon her make-shift bed.
*
Back at Hogwarts, the school was buzzing with rumors. As always.
"It's sad, isn't it?"
But no one could figure out what it was to be sad about. Some thought Ginny had just run away. Some had thought she'd killed herself. There was even this insane rumor going around that she was pregnant and had left the school out of shame. Nothing had come close (of course) to the truth.
Only the Gryffindors knew what had really happened, and they weren't about to tell anyone. There was some kind of understanding between them that had told them not to.
All the Weasleys were suffering, of course. Fred and George missed Quidditch practice every day. Ron just sat up in his room, muttering about how he should've been there to save her.
Harry was looking a bit paler than usual, so was Hermione. As was everyone who'd known Ginny personally.
"..Ron, she'll be here soon. I just know it." Hermione had said one evening.
And she was right.
The light streaked over to Hogwarts. It was spelling out, in script, "Help me. I'm not too far from Hogwarts. But we are on the move. Please hurry."
It was signed 'Ginny.'
She waited anxiously inside the caravan, peeking outside, to where everyone had fallen asleep. She wondered where Tom–-
Voldemort. His name's Voldemort. Not Tom. He was never Tom, he was just evil.
She mentally shook herself. Come on, Weasley, pull yourself together, woman...you're escaping. You'll be home soon. Everything will be okay.
Now or never. If someone caught her, she could just say that she had come to put the fire out because it was bothering her. They wouldn't really care about her, but it would surely pass with them in this state.
She slowly crept into shadow. Making her way to the most, she decided, comatose of the group, she attempted not to notice the chill in the air. She reached for the wand the man had in his hand, and it gripped it strong.
Everyone seemed to be holding their breath.
It was as if the world had been put on mute, and all sound was instead replaced by an odd whoosh of air that filled her ear drums.
The wand slipped out of his hand at an agonizing pace, but it was finally in her possession. It was hard not to break into a run as she crept from the odd scene and into the darkness of the wood. She just kept going, until she was sure she was far enough away for them not to hear or see anything she was doing. She relaxed a little. This spell would take almost all she had, but it was her only hope.
"Parere assistere..." She murmured, several times over, pointing the wand up. She kept on going untill white lights bloomed from the tip of the wand and spread across the heavens. They didn't stay like that for long, though. They formed a cord that seemed to be playing connect-the-dots with the stars, and then it zoomed across the sky.
Towards civilization.
She smiled a bit, then stumbled back towards camp, collecting herself long enough as not to get caught. She quietly put the wand back beside the person she took it from.
She crept back into her caravan, only to find...
"Hello, Ginny. It's good of you to join me..." The form of Tom Riddle sat upon her make-shift bed.
*
Back at Hogwarts, the school was buzzing with rumors. As always.
"It's sad, isn't it?"
But no one could figure out what it was to be sad about. Some thought Ginny had just run away. Some had thought she'd killed herself. There was even this insane rumor going around that she was pregnant and had left the school out of shame. Nothing had come close (of course) to the truth.
Only the Gryffindors knew what had really happened, and they weren't about to tell anyone. There was some kind of understanding between them that had told them not to.
All the Weasleys were suffering, of course. Fred and George missed Quidditch practice every day. Ron just sat up in his room, muttering about how he should've been there to save her.
Harry was looking a bit paler than usual, so was Hermione. As was everyone who'd known Ginny personally.
"..Ron, she'll be here soon. I just know it." Hermione had said one evening.
And she was right.
The light streaked over to Hogwarts. It was spelling out, in script, "Help me. I'm not too far from Hogwarts. But we are on the move. Please hurry."
It was signed 'Ginny.'