Draco shook his head and walked right out the door. What was he doing to
himself? She was dead. He couldn't see anybody that looked remotely like
her without tears coming to his eyes. It had been five years but he
couldn't let it go. It was like he could feel her out there somewhere,
waiting for him to find her. But he knew that wasn't possible. He walked
down the street and into an apartment building.
He had just moved in that morning and he had gone down for a breather but that wasn't going to happen. He unlocked his door and went in. Sighing, he threw his coat and keys down and lay down on the couch. It was going to be another bad day. ***
Annie watched the man leave with tears in her eyes. She wanted to follow him, but knew it wouldn't amount to anything. She had spent the last five years chasing down everyone that gave her even the slightest feelings in the hopes of finding her own past. But she had always come up empty- handed. This would be just another disappointment. She picked up her cleaning cloth and finished with the table.
After work that afternoon, she went straight home and to bed. She didn't want to be awake because when she wasn't asleep, she thought too much and pushed herself into a depression so deep she didn't come out for weeks. ***
Boom!
Annie was awakened by the sound of a small explosion from across the hall. She growled to herself and got out of bed. Throwing on a robe, she went across the hall and knocked quietly. When no answer came, she knocked a little louder, and then a little louder after that.
Still no answer came and she tried the doorknob. It turned. She slowly pushed the door open and walked in. She gasped. The room was almost pitch- black except for a few candles but she could see quite an amazing sight. There was the man from the café that morning, robed in black and standing over a boiling cauldron.
He looked up suddenly and she was petrified. "What are you doing in here?" he yelled, waving his hand, causing the door to shut behind her. She jumped slightly at the noise but began to inch toward him. She came to the cauldron and looked into. She then looked up at him.
"I remember this. I remember you. What are you and what are you doing?"
Draco hesitated, looking at her in wonder. A look of recognition came over his face. "Ginny?"
He had just moved in that morning and he had gone down for a breather but that wasn't going to happen. He unlocked his door and went in. Sighing, he threw his coat and keys down and lay down on the couch. It was going to be another bad day. ***
Annie watched the man leave with tears in her eyes. She wanted to follow him, but knew it wouldn't amount to anything. She had spent the last five years chasing down everyone that gave her even the slightest feelings in the hopes of finding her own past. But she had always come up empty- handed. This would be just another disappointment. She picked up her cleaning cloth and finished with the table.
After work that afternoon, she went straight home and to bed. She didn't want to be awake because when she wasn't asleep, she thought too much and pushed herself into a depression so deep she didn't come out for weeks. ***
Boom!
Annie was awakened by the sound of a small explosion from across the hall. She growled to herself and got out of bed. Throwing on a robe, she went across the hall and knocked quietly. When no answer came, she knocked a little louder, and then a little louder after that.
Still no answer came and she tried the doorknob. It turned. She slowly pushed the door open and walked in. She gasped. The room was almost pitch- black except for a few candles but she could see quite an amazing sight. There was the man from the café that morning, robed in black and standing over a boiling cauldron.
He looked up suddenly and she was petrified. "What are you doing in here?" he yelled, waving his hand, causing the door to shut behind her. She jumped slightly at the noise but began to inch toward him. She came to the cauldron and looked into. She then looked up at him.
"I remember this. I remember you. What are you and what are you doing?"
Draco hesitated, looking at her in wonder. A look of recognition came over his face. "Ginny?"