Blizzard.
Disclaimer: all characters belong to JK Rowling and I'm shutting my mouth now.
Ginny sat on the bank of the lake, staring sullenly over the cold, grey water; not caring the weather was clouding heavily over. Not caring the snow had started to fall for over fifteen minutes and that it was getting thicker each minute and it was already blurring her vision, and it was getting harder to peer ahead. Not caring a cold, bitter wind had started up strongly, shaking all the Forbidden Forest's trees. At that moment, she felt frozen, not because she had only her robes and no cloak, because she didn't care. She felt her life was at an all time low, no one seemed to care about her. Harry didn't look twice her way, Ron, well he was just being hot tempered Ron, Hermione was engrossed in her own thoughts mainly on the protection of Harry from Voldemort, Fred and George were so busy planning their joke shop they didn't notice much, her parents and other brothers, she hadn't heard from them in ages.
The wind stung her face as the snow was whipped roughly about, hitting her. She curled her knees towards her body, huddled together, trying to keep some warmth.
What exactly had she done now? Except being born?
Why hadn't Harry noticed her? Why did Hermione always say she was pretty and to give him time when she had, and was quickly running out of patience?
A tear trickled slowly down her cheek.
She was fed up of being invisible. She was sick of it. She couldn't remember the last time her family had praised her. She was the youngest and everyone was so protective of her, her older brothers constantly over shadowed her. They had all been something she hadn't, a prefect, Quidditch captain, a head boy…The list went on for ages.
The falling, swirling snow had increased so much, she could barely see at all, the wind making it swerve around violently and unpredictably.
"GINNY!" a voice reached her ears, and although whoever it was must have been yelling loudly, it was only a faint whisper.
She didn't turn around and stare wildly about the whiteness, she didn't want to, she couldn't be bothered.
"WHERE ARE YOU?" the faded voice reached her again.
Although depressed and crying, she couldn't help noticing how much that sounded like Harry, it could be him.
She couldn't even see the lake now, snow blurred her vision so much, even if she opened her eyes snow hit them, snow stung her face fiercely, the wind blew all around her fragile body, huddled close.
"GINNY!" Harry stumbled around blindly, knowing her shouldn't have come out, it was way too dangerous. But she'd been gone for hours and he couldn't help getting worried. Hermione had been in the library, Ron playing a competitive game of chess with Dean, none of her class had noticed or if they had hadn't bothered to look, the teachers wouldn't know, there had been only him. And he wouldn't forgive himself if anything happened to her. He wandered blindly about the grounds, not knowing where he was, the only thing on his mind was to find her. If she'd been gone for hours, it definitely wasn't good.
He saw a dark figure ahead of him, he stared at the spot, but it was so hard to tell through the damned blizzard.
"GINNY!" he yelled again and getting no responses he hurried forward. And it was her. She was huddled close together, only in her robes with no cloak, her hair untidy and being swept back by the wind, her face pale, her eyes closed with snow settled on them, her cheeks flushed red.
"Ginny!" he moved closer, shocked, praying she was still alive. He shook her arm and she moved slightly. "Ginny, it's me, Harry." Her eyelids fluttered open and closed again. Harry sighed, and started to force her onto her feet.
"Harry," she said suddenly, weakly and quietly.
"Ginny, you've get to get up," Harry gasped. "Come on, we've got to find shelter!"
Her eyes were shut again, but she attempted to get on her feet. She succeeded and Harry put his arm around her shoulders, supporting her and walked off, hoping he'd come across some shelter. She seemed to be in a daze, not sure of what she was doing but still walking slowly.
Harry continued going ahead with her, and suddenly almost stumbled over something but regained his balance. He looked down at where he had tripped up, trying to see through the blaze of snow. His heart leapt. It was a pumpkin, not very big and under-nourished, but there was only one place in the grounds that pumpkins grew – Hagrid's area. Guiding Ginny carefully over the lumpy ground he headed towards where he thought Hagrid's hut was and almost walked into it. He tried to open the heavy door and found it locked. He wasn't surprised, Hagrid was away, with Madame Maxine trying to ally with the giants and he wasn't back yet. He brought out his wand, tapped the door and whispered 'alohomora' and the door swung open.
A/n. I will continue if I get at least five reviews! :P Hope you liked it! (
Disclaimer: all characters belong to JK Rowling and I'm shutting my mouth now.
Ginny sat on the bank of the lake, staring sullenly over the cold, grey water; not caring the weather was clouding heavily over. Not caring the snow had started to fall for over fifteen minutes and that it was getting thicker each minute and it was already blurring her vision, and it was getting harder to peer ahead. Not caring a cold, bitter wind had started up strongly, shaking all the Forbidden Forest's trees. At that moment, she felt frozen, not because she had only her robes and no cloak, because she didn't care. She felt her life was at an all time low, no one seemed to care about her. Harry didn't look twice her way, Ron, well he was just being hot tempered Ron, Hermione was engrossed in her own thoughts mainly on the protection of Harry from Voldemort, Fred and George were so busy planning their joke shop they didn't notice much, her parents and other brothers, she hadn't heard from them in ages.
The wind stung her face as the snow was whipped roughly about, hitting her. She curled her knees towards her body, huddled together, trying to keep some warmth.
What exactly had she done now? Except being born?
Why hadn't Harry noticed her? Why did Hermione always say she was pretty and to give him time when she had, and was quickly running out of patience?
A tear trickled slowly down her cheek.
She was fed up of being invisible. She was sick of it. She couldn't remember the last time her family had praised her. She was the youngest and everyone was so protective of her, her older brothers constantly over shadowed her. They had all been something she hadn't, a prefect, Quidditch captain, a head boy…The list went on for ages.
The falling, swirling snow had increased so much, she could barely see at all, the wind making it swerve around violently and unpredictably.
"GINNY!" a voice reached her ears, and although whoever it was must have been yelling loudly, it was only a faint whisper.
She didn't turn around and stare wildly about the whiteness, she didn't want to, she couldn't be bothered.
"WHERE ARE YOU?" the faded voice reached her again.
Although depressed and crying, she couldn't help noticing how much that sounded like Harry, it could be him.
She couldn't even see the lake now, snow blurred her vision so much, even if she opened her eyes snow hit them, snow stung her face fiercely, the wind blew all around her fragile body, huddled close.
"GINNY!" Harry stumbled around blindly, knowing her shouldn't have come out, it was way too dangerous. But she'd been gone for hours and he couldn't help getting worried. Hermione had been in the library, Ron playing a competitive game of chess with Dean, none of her class had noticed or if they had hadn't bothered to look, the teachers wouldn't know, there had been only him. And he wouldn't forgive himself if anything happened to her. He wandered blindly about the grounds, not knowing where he was, the only thing on his mind was to find her. If she'd been gone for hours, it definitely wasn't good.
He saw a dark figure ahead of him, he stared at the spot, but it was so hard to tell through the damned blizzard.
"GINNY!" he yelled again and getting no responses he hurried forward. And it was her. She was huddled close together, only in her robes with no cloak, her hair untidy and being swept back by the wind, her face pale, her eyes closed with snow settled on them, her cheeks flushed red.
"Ginny!" he moved closer, shocked, praying she was still alive. He shook her arm and she moved slightly. "Ginny, it's me, Harry." Her eyelids fluttered open and closed again. Harry sighed, and started to force her onto her feet.
"Harry," she said suddenly, weakly and quietly.
"Ginny, you've get to get up," Harry gasped. "Come on, we've got to find shelter!"
Her eyes were shut again, but she attempted to get on her feet. She succeeded and Harry put his arm around her shoulders, supporting her and walked off, hoping he'd come across some shelter. She seemed to be in a daze, not sure of what she was doing but still walking slowly.
Harry continued going ahead with her, and suddenly almost stumbled over something but regained his balance. He looked down at where he had tripped up, trying to see through the blaze of snow. His heart leapt. It was a pumpkin, not very big and under-nourished, but there was only one place in the grounds that pumpkins grew – Hagrid's area. Guiding Ginny carefully over the lumpy ground he headed towards where he thought Hagrid's hut was and almost walked into it. He tried to open the heavy door and found it locked. He wasn't surprised, Hagrid was away, with Madame Maxine trying to ally with the giants and he wasn't back yet. He brought out his wand, tapped the door and whispered 'alohomora' and the door swung open.
A/n. I will continue if I get at least five reviews! :P Hope you liked it! (