Bleak.
Disclaimer: all characters belong to JK Rowling – if they're from the books! ;)
A/n. Oh yes, another 'b' title!!! It's getting really hard to think of b titles now…
Harry landed flat on his face, and pain struck him. Instantly he got back up, rubbing his face, but when he pulled his hand away, he discovered his face was bleeding, yet his glasses seemed fine. When, he had found he was okay, in the space of six seconds, he noticed his surroundings. He was * in * Hogwarts, but not exactly when he wanted. Large jars filled with disgusting substances were all above him, filed on neat shelves, the potions room – but unluckily, on his situation, the room was empty of the Potions Master.
Unknowingly, tears were flowing freely down his face, as he desperately dashed around the corridors trying to find a teacher. Anyone…for once he wished to set his eyes upon Snape's dark gloomy eyes and greasy dark hair. No sooner than this had crossed his mind, he ran around a corner and literally crashed into Snape himself. And before he realised it was Harry, his face actually seemed worried, anxious.
"Potter!" he cried, before returning to his usual scowl. "Where have you been? We've been looking all over…" his voice faded, ending with something that sounded like 'with a girl no doubt'
Harry wasn't exactly listening; he was too out of breath and worried.
"Sir! It's Ginny…" he gasped. "She's outside and she's not…coming back." Seeing Snape looking confused, he became even more desperate and impatient.
"She's out in the blizzard and she's not coming back!" he repeated hurriedly. "She's going to kill herself!"
And then it struck him. He wouldn't have found her easily in the snow starting from Hagrid's hut, as they stumbled across it by luck. He had found her first, in her favourite place in the grounds, by the lake, looking on Hogwarts and the forest. And although he couldn't have found that place easily from the hut, he could from here.
Forgetting or ignoring Snape, he rushed past, a flurry of speed, flung open the Great doors and stepped into the fuming weather. It had gotten worse since he had last ventured out into the fury. The snow was completely everywhere, he couldn't see an inch in front of his face, the wind was lashing and hitting whatever strayed into its path. He stood there, trembling a moment, ignoring the long "POTTER" yells coming from inside the castle.
Quickly turning in the direction he guessed she lay, he set off into the whirling weather, running. He knew the way, it was one of his favourites as well, and snow or no snow, could see or can't see, he knew his way.
It was one of the longest moments of his life. He felt like he had been running and would go on running for eternity. The snow hit him hard in the face, the wind lashed out cruelly, the distance that had seemed so short when he had been walking in fair weather, now seemed so long, never ending.
His parents had died when he had been young, and he couldn't do much about it, but this time he was sixteen, he wasn't going to let another person die, if he knew about it, and she wouldn't die if Harry was roaming about the grounds for her.
He slowed down when he estimated he'd reached the place.
(A/n. Sorry! I forget completely about the depth of the snow, so I'll just add some details…)
He was up to his knees in the cold, fast-preventing clear white snow and he seemed to be sinking fast. Panic hit him, if the snow was this deep, how could he have any chance of finding her? He stumbled around blindly in the snow, the wind still flying the snow hurtfully into his face.
And then he saw a dark figure.
When he looked back, he could never remember how he saw her. The snow had been falling so thickly, he could never see anything but snow, and that was an inch in front of his eyes, so luck had played part in letting his eyes see the dark girl sitting, huddled tight, ahead of him.
Even as he spotted her, he saw her head fall on her knees, her body go limp and he cried aloud in horror and throwing more energy into pushing through the cursed snow and wind.
* Finally * he reached her, she was barely recognisable, just a body humped together, her trademark usually fiery red hair was barely noticeable, hanging around her limp shoulders, lamely.
He called her name by her ear, yet she did not respond, nor look up. He shook her gently and she did not move – so he assumed correctly she was either unconscious or had fainted.
Sighing despairingly, he put his arms under her arms and legs and hauled her up onto his arms, as he tried to carry her back to the castle. Yet his energy had flogged, he'd used most of it battling to Ginny and that had been against the powerful wind, and although this time he was going back, he still had to wade through thigh deep snow and the wind was so strong, he had to fight to stay upright, not falling into the snow.
And if it hadn't been for Snape's quick reactions that were alerting Dumbledore, who had in turn, become increasingly anxious and found Hermione – who had confirmed Ginny's favourite place, after breaking into a fit of helpless tears, and then the three teachers (Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall) had rushed in the direction which they lay.
If it hadn't been for Snape, the inevitable would have happened, they would both have probably died in the deep cold white snow and lashing strong winds.
They only reached Harry and Ginny as Harry began to think he could go no further and was almost falling, through lack of energy. And as they hurried forward, he was only too relieved to pass Ginny over, as he had just fallen over in the snow, and he couldn't get up, or it had taken a great amount of effort.
As he stumbled forward with the teachers chivvying him forward, tears of relief streamed down his face.
A/n. Yeah, sure! Anyone who wants e-mailing when I update, just ask! I'm perfectly happy!
Please review!!!!!
Disclaimer: all characters belong to JK Rowling – if they're from the books! ;)
A/n. Oh yes, another 'b' title!!! It's getting really hard to think of b titles now…
Harry landed flat on his face, and pain struck him. Instantly he got back up, rubbing his face, but when he pulled his hand away, he discovered his face was bleeding, yet his glasses seemed fine. When, he had found he was okay, in the space of six seconds, he noticed his surroundings. He was * in * Hogwarts, but not exactly when he wanted. Large jars filled with disgusting substances were all above him, filed on neat shelves, the potions room – but unluckily, on his situation, the room was empty of the Potions Master.
Unknowingly, tears were flowing freely down his face, as he desperately dashed around the corridors trying to find a teacher. Anyone…for once he wished to set his eyes upon Snape's dark gloomy eyes and greasy dark hair. No sooner than this had crossed his mind, he ran around a corner and literally crashed into Snape himself. And before he realised it was Harry, his face actually seemed worried, anxious.
"Potter!" he cried, before returning to his usual scowl. "Where have you been? We've been looking all over…" his voice faded, ending with something that sounded like 'with a girl no doubt'
Harry wasn't exactly listening; he was too out of breath and worried.
"Sir! It's Ginny…" he gasped. "She's outside and she's not…coming back." Seeing Snape looking confused, he became even more desperate and impatient.
"She's out in the blizzard and she's not coming back!" he repeated hurriedly. "She's going to kill herself!"
And then it struck him. He wouldn't have found her easily in the snow starting from Hagrid's hut, as they stumbled across it by luck. He had found her first, in her favourite place in the grounds, by the lake, looking on Hogwarts and the forest. And although he couldn't have found that place easily from the hut, he could from here.
Forgetting or ignoring Snape, he rushed past, a flurry of speed, flung open the Great doors and stepped into the fuming weather. It had gotten worse since he had last ventured out into the fury. The snow was completely everywhere, he couldn't see an inch in front of his face, the wind was lashing and hitting whatever strayed into its path. He stood there, trembling a moment, ignoring the long "POTTER" yells coming from inside the castle.
Quickly turning in the direction he guessed she lay, he set off into the whirling weather, running. He knew the way, it was one of his favourites as well, and snow or no snow, could see or can't see, he knew his way.
It was one of the longest moments of his life. He felt like he had been running and would go on running for eternity. The snow hit him hard in the face, the wind lashed out cruelly, the distance that had seemed so short when he had been walking in fair weather, now seemed so long, never ending.
His parents had died when he had been young, and he couldn't do much about it, but this time he was sixteen, he wasn't going to let another person die, if he knew about it, and she wouldn't die if Harry was roaming about the grounds for her.
He slowed down when he estimated he'd reached the place.
(A/n. Sorry! I forget completely about the depth of the snow, so I'll just add some details…)
He was up to his knees in the cold, fast-preventing clear white snow and he seemed to be sinking fast. Panic hit him, if the snow was this deep, how could he have any chance of finding her? He stumbled around blindly in the snow, the wind still flying the snow hurtfully into his face.
And then he saw a dark figure.
When he looked back, he could never remember how he saw her. The snow had been falling so thickly, he could never see anything but snow, and that was an inch in front of his eyes, so luck had played part in letting his eyes see the dark girl sitting, huddled tight, ahead of him.
Even as he spotted her, he saw her head fall on her knees, her body go limp and he cried aloud in horror and throwing more energy into pushing through the cursed snow and wind.
* Finally * he reached her, she was barely recognisable, just a body humped together, her trademark usually fiery red hair was barely noticeable, hanging around her limp shoulders, lamely.
He called her name by her ear, yet she did not respond, nor look up. He shook her gently and she did not move – so he assumed correctly she was either unconscious or had fainted.
Sighing despairingly, he put his arms under her arms and legs and hauled her up onto his arms, as he tried to carry her back to the castle. Yet his energy had flogged, he'd used most of it battling to Ginny and that had been against the powerful wind, and although this time he was going back, he still had to wade through thigh deep snow and the wind was so strong, he had to fight to stay upright, not falling into the snow.
And if it hadn't been for Snape's quick reactions that were alerting Dumbledore, who had in turn, become increasingly anxious and found Hermione – who had confirmed Ginny's favourite place, after breaking into a fit of helpless tears, and then the three teachers (Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall) had rushed in the direction which they lay.
If it hadn't been for Snape, the inevitable would have happened, they would both have probably died in the deep cold white snow and lashing strong winds.
They only reached Harry and Ginny as Harry began to think he could go no further and was almost falling, through lack of energy. And as they hurried forward, he was only too relieved to pass Ginny over, as he had just fallen over in the snow, and he couldn't get up, or it had taken a great amount of effort.
As he stumbled forward with the teachers chivvying him forward, tears of relief streamed down his face.
A/n. Yeah, sure! Anyone who wants e-mailing when I update, just ask! I'm perfectly happy!
Please review!!!!!